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&. SIMMONS, JONAH.

    “um, i wasn’t aware that you wanted to take me out     to dinner ? but, yeah, i’ll go ? i’d rather you take me     then your sister anyway. also, this doesn’t mean my     opinion about valentine’s day has changed.”

    he’s not one to be surprised and blushy around others,     especially to one who’s bluntly flirted with him before,     but he’s caught off guard, deep b l u s h rising up to his     defined cheekbones. the smug look on the other’s face     was evident, close to rolling his eyes but jonah know’s     that basil was deserving of that smug look. the way     jonah’s cheeks turned a light pink color in a matter of     seconds was what gave him the right. there’s a fluttering     feeling in his abdomen, eyes glimmering as they converse,     petite hand reaching to the one placed in front of him.

          ❛ oh, yeah --- --- i was going to tell you                that i wanted to take you out, but i                thought it might be a little bit more fun,                doing it this way. --- --- your opinion's                still intact, prettyboy. just try not to scowl                at the waiters.❜ 

            he's got a joking, playful air in the way he                 speaks, rolling tinted hues as he huffs a                 soft laugh. spindly digits  e n t w i n e                  with the likes of the other male's, a slight                 smile playing with the shape of his lips as                 he gives a slight squeeze. it's the first time                he's done something like this in a long,                 long time --- --- he kind of likes it. more to                 that, he adores the flush that brings a rosy                hue to the gaunt shades of jonah's cheeks.                 he wants to lean forth, press soft, butterfly                kisses to the delicate skin until it's heated with                that delicious flush --- --- && instead, he just                 rolls the battered skin of his lesser lip betwixt                sharp rows of pearlescent teeth.

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&. SIMMONS, JONAH.

jo: but should i rlly jo: wth i don’t allow sadness….u can touch the butt jo: evil but cute

luc: not at all luc: god bless america i can touch the butt luc: sickeningly so

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&. NORTHCUTT, NADIA.

nadia: you’re right, that would be the better choice nadia: but i’ve got a thing for making you squirm nadia: and making you get all flustered

luc: yeah but that's not nice luc: don't get me all flustered i swear to god luc: you're the worst

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&. SIMMONS, JONAH.

      he purses his lips, seeing the other watch       him in the same way he is, almost as if they       were in some of battle to check each other       out. in his mind jonah doesn’t know who       would win, because they’re both hot as hell.       his heart is bouncing in his chest && the way       basil looking at him has him feeling in some       sort of way, erotic looks has his mind swirling       trying to focus on the other’s good looks and       their conversation at the same time, which       was a small problem, because both his voice       and his face has him w e a k. jonah’s fringe       falls lower on his forward, peeked over his       eyebrows just a bit, the contrast of his deep       blue eyes and dark brown hair coming through.

—”i’m not surprised one of them looked like me after you said they wore tight clothes and had some muscle undernearth - that’s literally how  to summarize me in a few words. is that a way of saying that you’d get in bed with me? i mean, i definitely wouldn’t mind.”

           && the smile he offers jonah is far too sweet.            it's honey dripping from those rosy, plump             petals --- --- it's saccharine, the way he gazes at            the brunette. it's like he's got no intention of absolutely            wrecking him at all. he's a picture of innocence until            he dares to open his mouth, rumbling words booming            with a kind of seductive nature that seems far and few            between in such an age. goddammit, jonah's just so             pretty --- --- dark hair && bright eyes, features that basil            wants to twist into something that's contorted with euphoric            ecstasy. very, very slowly, he allows one hand to drift, to            curl round the defined line of jonah's jaw as he cocks one            eyebrow, && that smile has no intentions of leaving his lips.            his words are goddamn filthy, but he looks seraphic as he             delivers them. 

      ❛ do you have any idea how quickly i'd get you into bed,           if i had the chance ?? i bet you'd moan like a little virgin           for me, angel. all soft && sweet --- --- unless you're a bit           of a devil between the sheets. is that what you're like, hm ??           ---------- you wouldn't mind if i got you into bed, hm ??           it's like you're a mind-reader. ❜

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&. SIMMONS, JONAH.

     ”valentine’s day is pointless. why have a day to celebrate      love or shit like it and make people who aren’t in a relationship      or don’t have a date feel like s h i t ?”

     words are streaming out of his mouth quickly, gesticulating      frantically, temper a bit fired up after seeing the endless amounts      of “lovey”couple pictures and things related to it on instagram &&      in desperate need to rant about how stupid the holiday was. it      didn’t “matter” if he was in a relationship or not to determine his      opinion. jonah shakes his hair out of his face, ending the motion      with a roll of his eyes, hoping that the other would see his point.

          ❛ so, uh --- --- is that a no to going out to a                nice italian place for dinner ? i mean, i can                always take my sister out or something, but                i'd prefer you. ❜   

        basil's got the most amused smirk on his lips &&             it's almost concerning, how besotted he is with the            fuming brunette at that exact moment. fondness is            glimmeringly evident in shadowy hues, && he could            just lean over and kiss the blue-orbed boy, steal his            breath && lock it away --- --- instead, he just holds out            an elegantly slender, butterscotch hand and elevates a            pleasantly thick, shaped brow.

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i am so sick ...... my head aches && i've been napping for like half the day lmao my brother's gonna have his noisy af little friend over tomorrow and i swear 2 god if my water doesn't fuckin magic itself into vodka i might sob

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jo: um….pls jo: maybe….maybe not ;-) jo: i’m not lying pls

luc: give me peace ffs luc: dont bullshit me you'll make me sad :-( luc: ur evil

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&. SIMMONS, JONAH.

        he presses his teeth into his bottom lip, for sure         making an indent in the soft flesh. as he listens         to the other speak all he can focus on is the way         the other speaks, voice smooth, thick like melted         chocolate. he takes a step closer && nodding         his head along to basil’s words, a laughing sort         of scoff emitting from his lips. in another universe,         if jonah were in that couple, he would definitely         be the one cheating on the husband with basil,         he wouldn’t mind having those lips anywhere on         his body. maybe mark him up a little.

— “the charity dinner seems… adorable, but a threesome definitely beats a charity dinner. that sounds like some really k i n k y and sort of nice roleplay, though. two questions: where they hot and did you accept their offer?”

          && basil's chasing jonah's movements,           careful flicks of delicate hues indicate            that he's watching the male move. he's           a little enamored with the brunette --- ---           his lips give that away with the smile that            dogs them as he raises a hand to loosely           card through curls. he wants jonah under            him, anyone can tell. his body language            screams that he wants to watch the male           unfold under his touch, a demanding            glimmer conceals itself in chocolate hues.            all he'll do is chuckle at the brunette, &&            gaze up through thick, feathered lashes. 

         ❛ god, a threesome'll beat a dinner any day.              -------- shit, they were sin personified. all              tight clothes, that slight hint of muscle hiding              underneath --- --- fuckin' wet dream. 'course              i went for it --- --- one of 'em looked like you,               just a little bit. hot as hell.❜

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jo: no i’m not :~) jo:my ass is always welcome to ppl who are cute and not pedo like jo: it’s very fair

luc: i'm just trying to exist in peace please luc: do i count in that category becauSe luc: it is not dont be a filthy liar

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&. HUNTINGTON, SEBASTIAN.

     " —— you better."

          ❛ consider yourself lucky, angel. ❜

          (   && just like that, nimble fingers                are working the buttons that run               in parallel lines down his shirt,                slowly && tortuously allowing                sectors of pale, unblemished skin               to peek through. )

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      there’s a small laugh that bursts through       his lips as the other talks, not entirely       surprised by what he said. the sharp feature’s       of basil’s face has him enthralled, small       arms folding over his chest with his hip       jutted out, taking on more of his flirty       stance. small fingers scratch at his jaw,       eyes still trained on the other male.

— “that’s an interesting place to have ended up at — tell me you at least had one orgasm while you were there, it would’ve been a waste if you didn’t. you have a pretty face and nice cheekbones, did you say yes?”

        basil's got this deliberate little smile that he           puts on when he wants to impress people, to           draw them into his designer world of private           planes and imported elegance. the emirati           male's playing that up now, offering jonah the           slightest hint of a DEVILISH smirk layered under            faux innocence as he presses one spindly digit           to the corner of his lips. 

         ❛ okay, so --- --- they were this gay couple &&               they wanted to do that thing --- --- y'know, where               once ' cheats '  on the other and it ends up in this               big threesome. it was surprisingly fun, if i'm               honest. better than that bloody dinner, at any rate. ❜

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( update: my ballet stuff is rly rly cute )

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IM ABT TO HEAD TO DUBAI KIK ME @ lanadelnah

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&. SIMMONS, JONAH.

in a quick but inspecting glance he takes notice of the boy’s facial features, blue eyes maybe trained on his lips for a millisecond longer. jonah’s lips turn up at the corners, not being to help but smile back.

— “i’m shit at guessing—- where?”

          dark hues can't help but roll in a circular           fashion, like he's amused by the brunette.           one hand raises to card through messy,           soft locks that smell of vanilla && nicotine.           he's not even discreet with the way he allows           sharp optics to graze over jonah's plush lips. 

       ❛ well !! --- --- i was meant to be representing            my mother at a charity dinner, && i ended up            at a swing party. --- --- having a married couple            ask if they can fuck you is the oddest thing, really. ❜