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[renanxcarvalho]

“Do you consider this a loss?” He asked, another soft moan escaping as he just couldn’t help himself, he was a total slut when it came to getting himself off (though it was always so much more fun when others were the ones doing it). “Truth or dare, actually,” at least so the other knew that he hadn’t lost a bet, not that he even considered this to be that much of a loss. He was getting off, enjoying the grotto, and now he had a gorgeous man sitting beside him just out of arms reach. That was definitely a win as far as Renan was concerned. He found it adorable though, the way this man so casually worked up a conversation while Renan was mid jerking off, but if that’s what he wanted then of course Renan would oblige and answer. “Never really got the logistics of it,” he breathed out slowly, “was just told to put on a show, figured the rest was left up to me.” Whether it was just putting on a show personally, or inviting someone else to go all the way, or whatever would come - quite literally - as long as he entertained those around him he would feel he did well.

When the other introduced himself Renan couldn’t help but grin, “Dave,” Renan would jump right towards the friendlier of the two names, considering he was watching him jerk off right now he figured it was only right. “It’s a pleasure,” he smirked, quite literally at this point, “I’d shake your hand but I’m kind of busy,” he teased, unable to keep from chuckling as he figured he might as well introduce himself since he’d very soon have his cock on full display infront of the other man. “Renan, but I do love a good pet name,” obviously they were not at that point to give each other pet names, but Renan would coo like a damn dove no matter what he was called so long as it wasn’t derogatory. As the other weighed his options, being that he could join him, or perhaps even…well did he just put the ball into Renan’s court? “Oh, darling, I always want co-stars,” he smirked as he motioned with his free hand for the man to come closer, “you’re far too distant,” he told him, hoping that the other would move freely without Renan having to beg for it.

“Want to know what gets me off the most David, er, Dave-“ he smirked as he leaned a little closer to the other, “having someone’s hands all over me, I’m a slut for touches, so the fact that you’re sitting there, gorgeous as all get out, and your hands aren’t on me yet? What’s a guy got to do to get some attention?” He pouted, though the briefs became too much for him as he gave them a simple tug to free his erection, able to stroke it to the best of his abilities now. He did so slowly though, cock now on full display for not just Dave, but also everyone around the Grotto that looked over. “Don’t be shy,” he whispered, “I don’t bite…unless you’re into that sort of thing,” he flashed his teeth with a teasing little chomp, “god you’re gorgeous…”. Renan couldn’t help himself, no longer needing a fantasy as he had one sitting here beside him now. “Forget about those guys, keep your focus on me, and only me…right now we’re all that matter, so what’ll it be, Dave?”

David’s eyes were focused on the scene playing before his eyes. Yes, it was a hot sight that would be more than enough to leave everyone hot under their collar. What was there not to enjoy in watching a handsome man touch himself in such a public place? And not like the Haus didn’t facilitate such moments – for in fact – it encouraged it. It was a safe haven for guys that simply wanted to walk around naked and with their erection in a full display or just sit down by the pool and get themselves off with the prospect of an audience. In a way, David appreciated the freedom that this place provided. No need to think too much about things. Just do whatever one wanted to do and go with the flow. Whatever it was, no one would cast judgment in there, for everyone was there for the exact same thing. His gaze turned to the group of guys not that far from where they were and David hummed before he took a sit – not right next to the guy that was jerking off but on the side, offering his back to the little group of giggling idiots that appeared to be looking their way. “Let me guess, you lost a bet?” Either that or some other game. And even losing in that place meant winning in some other way. David couldn’t see a flaw in that plan. “Are you supposed to just put on a show or go all the way?” He reclined against the seat and his eyes moved from the man’s face all the way down to the hand that continued to rub himself off – movements so deliberate that it was hard not to be mesmerized by it. Again, David was far from innocent. Just because he didn’t strut around like he was king of the damn world didn’t mean he lacked a certain… darker side when it came to his own selfish desires.

“I’m David. Or Dave, for friends. I’m introducing myself because it feels cheap to just have a random stranger creep out to watch you do that.” Or maybe the anonymity was what turned the other guy on. Who knows? Nevertheless, David looked over his shoulder towards the group of guys still glancing their way. “If you want an audience – I might join you.” Why the fuck not? You only lived once, right? Why not risk a little bit? “If you want a guest star?” Now that… would depend on what would be the ultimate goal. “I guess that depends on what you feel like doing. What would shock your friends over there the most?”

[renanxcarvalho]

“You kind of are misbehaving,” he teased the other, offering up a little wink, “noted though, if it’s a spank you want, do I get to bend you over my knee while doing it?” How fucking hot that would be, bending the damn tree over his knee to spank that gorgeous ass of his, god damn having Thomas around was far too distracting when Renan was actually trying to accomplish getting him into the water on a wave. He just couldn’t help himself, there was just something about the King brother that drove Renan mad, and all he constantly wanted to do when he was around was be near him, touching him, anything to pull that gorgeous as ever smile out of him.

“Still sounds good off the lips though,” he couldn’t help it, something about using the others formal name, fantasizing about being bent over his desk as he shouted fuck me, Mr. King, well god damn - no, Renan needed to keep his thoughts on the present right now. The fact that Thomas had brought up what the two had done previously, as if Renan could forget (secretly sharing that he had watched that video of them in the King’s office more often than he’d like to admit), had him still grinning from ear to ear proud that he had made the bold move to approach - though still kicking himself in the ass for needing alcohol to do it. “Mr. Carvalho does have a nice ring to it, but I think anything you call me would, coming off of that tongue of yours…” He really needed to dial it back but fuck, he just couldn’t, it’s like Thomas pulled the neediest slut out of Renan.

“I’m the one making it hard to focus? I haven’t been able to keep my focus from the second I saw you show up here,” though the idea of the other falling just to pin him down? Well wouldn’t that be the absolute hottest thing and to hell with getting in the water at that point. Renan would accept his fate, a cushion for the King to rest on, and he’d swap spit so delectably with the other. He let out a soft hum though, choosing not to answer the question out loud because it certainly wouldn’t help him in trying to teach Thomas anything today. He was trying so hard to maintain professionalism, but everything about this date just seemed so surreal that he was having a hard time keeping his own thoughts together. Thomas was turning him into an utter mess and he loved every fucking second of it.

It took a little time, a lot of patience, but that first time that Thomas was successful in standing on his board (even if it was only on sand) Renan couldn’t help but jump and cheer for the other. “You did great, yes! Exactly like that, perfect,” not that he would be as perfect once they were in the water, but at least it was a good start and he looked damn good standing on the board like that. “Does that mean I’ll get to have you at one of my next competitions?” He asked, curious when the other brought up having never seen him live before. If that were the case Renan would have no problems tossing his schedule at the other, “I could give you the star treatment if you decide to show, introduce you to some other guys, bring you to the best places to eat, could make a whole day of it…when I’m not on the water of course.” He hoped that casually making plans with Thomas wasn’t too daunting or anything.

“You can ride whatever you want, love,” he teased, though as he watched Thomas run towards the water with his board in tow that of course shook Renan to the core. How fucking hot and confident the man was when he’d be nothing but a flounder once they were out on the water itself. He looked over to his surfboard, knowing there would be no damn way to catch up with Thomas who had unfairly gotten a head start, but fuck it he’d at least play along. He grabbed his board, though he did mention that he wouldn’t, but hey it was always fun to have and it’d be easier to lead by example right? He made it to the waters edge just after Thomas, quite impressed with how much ground he had made up, “I’d have won if you didn’t have such a head start, now follow my lead…” His board was soon in the water with him laying on top of it as he used his hands to paddle away from the shore - not too deep of course, but far enough out to practice.

One thing was drunk Renan – unfiltered and saying everything that crossed his lips without even spending one second to think – and another was regular Renan, who was apparently every bit of flirty as Thomas assumed he would be. Why would he not when he looked so damn hot and he knew it? That allied with the fact that they had sex before was enough to break up the ice between them. Enough for Renan to feel like he could approach him and invite him to this lovely day at the beach and definitely enough for Thomas to agree with it, even if he had no damn clue of what he was doing. Overall, he did like to be kept on his toes. Not many things could surprise him anymore and to have someone that would look past the King name and seek the man called Thomas instead was… it was probably what Thomas had wanted and never truly knew he needed. “A slap? Please.” Thomas grumbled and wiggled his ass a couple of times before he finally sank down onto the board. “Either you spank it hard or don’t spank at all. A slap is what you give to misbehaving brats. A spank is what you give to an ass you want to fuck. Easy.” Renan was being overly flirty – something that Thomas was both finding endearing and at the same time knowing full well that remarks like those were probably given to everyone with a cute face and a nice body around. Not that he needed Renan’s compliments to feel special or wanted since Thomas was already fully aware of how damn hot he was and how lucky anyone would be to have them by their side. “I sucked your dick. I fucked you. I think we are way past the Mr. King thing. Unless you want me to call you Mr. Carvalho too?” His lips curled into a smile as he watched Renan come closer to him, those smooth hands finding his hips in order to secure him so that anything he would try wouldn’t end up with the younger King eating sand so early on the afternoon. “You are making it incredibly hard for me to focus when you’re dishing out so many compliments. Bet you say that to everyone.” Shit, did the same so there was no issue there. But not everyone would have the balls to just come to him and hold his hips just to have him close – and prevent him from a rather embarrassing crash on the sand. “I’m half-tempted to fall just so I can pin you down underneath me… but I’ll behave and focus on learning this.” That was the main reason why he was at the beach. If all he wanted was Renan’s body underneath his, all he needed to do was say it.

A smile lingered for longer than it should on Thomas’ face as he heard the instructions being given, focusing solemnly on Renan’s tips on how he could get on the board without falling, enjoying the patience that the other man was displaying on teaching him what was probably one of the most basic things on surf – especially for a professional surfer. Renan was giving him as much time of his day as Thomas was giving him and that… “You don’t need to say thank you for this, pretty boy.” Thomas stood on his board and gently brought one hand to Renan’s face so that he could lift his chin to make their eyes meet. This was… truly important to Renan, wasn’t it? Sharing one of his biggest passions with someone else. Showing that side of him that probably most people wouldn’t see or understand. “I’m here because I want to. And because I never saw you surf live. I may have seen some videos but that’s different.” Their lips met in a quick yet tender kiss as Thomas chuckle at the choice of words used by Renan and he wetted his lips before he leaned down to collect his board and shove it under his arm. “All I’m riding is a wave? Nothing more? No more ridding than waves?” His Cheshire grin grew as Thomas wiggled his eyebrows and looked at the sea. That was their next stop. If he had to make a complete fool out of himself, might as well get that done and over with. “I’m great at riding… maybe just not waves. And as for you?” Thomas took one second to admire just how damn hot Renan looked – reminding himself of that night at the office. “I’ll give you something to ride while I ride the board… if you play your cards right.” And then he bolted toward the sea without even looking back. “Last one to reach the sea bends over for the over!”

[renanxcarvalho]

One thing that Renan knew he was phenomenal at was praising and worshiping bodies that were deserving, and Thomas King was most definitely deserving of that attention right now. To have that camera focused on him only made Renan want to perform even better, knowing that what happened would be viewed countless times after this (not even talking from Thomas’s perspective but his own). This was his newfound favorite fantasy, and when he needed to get in the mood it would be Thomas’s face, his gorgeous thick cock, that would come into his thoughts. How wonderful it tasted, his mouth barely wide enough to wrap around it, though a slight shift of his jaw and he could manage. He was so focused on licking and sucking all that he could that he almost had forgotten that he was required to keep looking up, having not even realized that while devouring and worshiping his eyes had came to rest on the prized cock infront of him, though without hesitation he looked back up as he wanted more from the King.

A wild moan escaped when he felt that grip in his hair, how fucking possessive it had been, taking claim to Renan as his fuck toy for the night and all the client could do was oblige like the slut he was. He LOVED when someone took charge and control of him, but on the flip side the nights when he was the one in control were some of his favorites, though with Thomas he didn’t mind being the others cum dump for the evening - it seemed only fair after getting properly sucked off infront of everyone at the club. He owed him that much, to offer up whatever hole the King brother wanted to use, to be gracious and appreciative of the others time and attention. He swallowed around the cock when he felt the others hips begin to move, more of him entering Renan’s mouth with each slow, deliberate thrust, and the client did nothing more than take every inch greedily. Even as he invaded his throat Renan’s eyes remained fixed up on the man with the phone in hand, as if pleaded to be fucked harder, to really feel it in his throat.

As if Thomas could read his mind he did just that, his thrusts hitting the others throat, the request to touch himself causing Renan to slowly, deliberately as well, stroke his still sensitive cock in rhythm with the others thrusts into his throat. His second hand, the only one free now, began to wander up against Thomas’s stomach and abs, feeling the muscles as he moved his body, how tight they’d become with each jerk and movement. Fucking hell, he was getting throat fucked by a god right here, there was no other way to describe it. He ran his fingers along the others toned stomach, other hand still firm around his member giving Thomas exactly what he wanted, and in turn Thomas provided him with everything he could ask for (if his mouth wasn’t full of cock anyway). The intrusion that caused his breathing to halt caught him off guard but fuck if it didn’t make him rock hard, his eyes watering as pools of saliva filled his mouth, gagging as no air was provided and if he died upon this sweet dick then what a fantastic way to go. His fingertips pressed against the others side, giving him a squeeze as he continued to look up, a stray tear falling from his eyes over the exertion (it was most definitely a happy tear if anything because who doesn’t like being fully choked by a cock).

Not that Renan could speak or form any words at all, but when he heard Thomas speaking into the phone, telling him he was a fantastic cocksucker and that he was keeping him? Well fuck, he was thankful that was caught on video because he’d certainly be replaying that a thousand times.

Fuck if Renan nodding that he was ok with being filmed didn’t turn on Thomas more than he already was – for the prospect of having something that they could watch and rewatch ( whether alone or together ) did make things a lot hotter than they already were. Too bad he didn’t have that idea when Renan was on his lap and his hand sought to please the other client and drive him to insanity amongst the crowd. That would have been such a hot little piece of video for them to watch and admire in the future. Maybe next time – if he had sucked Renan off in front of everyone once, he might as well do it again and this time, make sure that everything would be caught on video for their eyes and their eyes only. Not like most of the sheep that walked around that place were worthy of seeing him naked or even fucking. Adjusting the phone in his hands so that he could fully frame Renan’s face, Thomas succumbed to the other client’s hunger, biting down on his own bottom lip as he saw Renan devour him without care or even hesitation. He had teased him enough – that sultry tongue dancing around the sensitive tip of his cock as Renan never once looked away from the camera – only to claim what he wanted and take as much as he possibly could down his throat. It felt fucking perfect. His throat was so tight as Renan moved his head back and forth, making Thomas struggle to keep the recording going on that beautiful angle that would show just how fucking hungry Renan was. His tongue was doing wonders and it was impossible not to let out some sultry moans of his own as he was continuously properly worshiped by the other man. “Fuck me… That feels so good, Renan.” Closing his eyes for a second, all Thomas could do was gasp in surprise as Renan was now sucking on his balls – one at a time – before returning to his member and resuming the decadent onslaught that was making him weak on his knees. “Look up.” Thomas held onto the phone with one hand as the other moved to take a firm and a rather possessive grip on Renan’s mane. His hair was so silky under his fingertips but that was an afterthought as Thomas began to rock his hips forward, fucking his partner’s face at a slow and yet deliberate pace. To give Renan the chance to feel him slide in and out of his mouth before hitting the back of his throat time and time again. And every little gag and sound that came out of his mouth was being all caught in camera. “Touch yourself.” Thomas licked his lips and forced himself into Renan’s mouth once more but instead of pulling out, he stayed like that for a while just to make Renan struggle to breathe and gag and drool around him while he did what was told. “Look up. Say hello to future you that will be seeing this video. Future Renan?” Thomas turned the phone towards his own face and winked at the camera. “You’re a fantastic cocksucker. I’m keeping you.”

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He had to admit, seeing that it was Rhett that came wandering towards him brought nothing more than the biggest of smiles to his face. Performances, oh he remembered the ones that Rhett would give, always up as close to the stage as possible when he was in NY visiting his friend. Sure, they kept their hands off back on the mainlands, or at least they had before the haus came into play and they no longer held back. Their first time together had been beyond MAGICAL, and it just kept getting better each and every time they came into contact.

"Well then," he wasted no more time in pulling his underwear down enough to let his cock spring forth free from restraint. Damn, it felt so much better already, but now it was practically rock hard and in need of attention. The fact the others hand had already wandered within his briefs to cup his balls, well fuck the client let out the softest of moans as his head once more fell back against the lounge couch the two of them were on. Oh, this was definitely going to be a performance worth remembering, "I think you're doing well enough for starters." The hand on his balls, Renan wiggling in his chair to make himself more comfortable, "let's make everyone around us jealous, love, give it some gusto."

Out of all the people to find in the Grotto, jerking off, Rhett really didn't expect it to be Renan, but it was certainly a pleasant surprise. Firstly, he had been meaning to catch up with the other man, and secondly, if he could provide him a little bit more fun, that made it even better. His blue eyes shifted over the other man for a moment before he softly pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and softly bit it, "What a sight." He sighed out softly to himself, before he smiled as the other offered him a place to sit beside him.

That was all the invitation he did. The blond quickly stepped in further and he sat beside his handsome friend, "You know I love to put on a performance, darling." There was no doubt about that. Renan had seen Rhett perform several times in the past. It was one of his favorite things to do and doing anything in public was on his favorite things. His next question got a smirk from the Brit as his hand dragged down his muscled chest until it slipped past the others shorts to softly cup the man's balls, "As far as you want to me go, love." Rhett husked softly into his ear, "How can I help with this performance?"

[renanxcarvalho]

The dare was simple, give the crowd a show, and that's exactly what Renan was planning on doing right now. He had been lost in his own thoughts, it not hard to find something worth fantasizing about around an island of gorgeous men, feeling his length hardening underneath his touch the more he palmed at it, before slowly beginning to jerk himself off inside of his pants. He didn't look towards the men who'd made the bet with him in the first place - they were of little concern to him right now - though there came an all too familiar voice that left Renan grinning, his eyes remaining closed though as he used his free hand to pat the seat beside him. "I was told I had to give a performance, but they never said whether I had to be alone or not," he mouthed out before another moan escaped, "how far are you willing to go, love?"

It was a pretty chill evening, which was always nice, but admittedly boring. Rhett needed some entertainment, so he wandered on out of his cabin and hit the Haus floor. It was a pretty busy night, it seemed, so he was sure that he would find someone to chat to pretty quickly. The blond moved through the area, finding himself coming upon grotto and he heard a very familiar moan. His eyes shifted around for a moment before he approached the sound and he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Renan.

Stepping up, he leaned his shoulder against the entrance with a smile, "Renan, darling." He spoke, not wanting to startle him, "Did you need some help?"

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Renan peaked a single eye open to take in the man who had started to speak, having not recognized his voice (shame, really), a smirk as he soon closed his eye once more letting out another soft moan the more he worked himself up. "I'm supposed to put on a show," he mouthed, though his words were shaky at best the more he pleasured himself from the restraints of his underwear, knowing it wouldn't be much longer before he'd have to part with them for comfort reasons. "Am I entertaining you?" He asked, this time opening both of his eyes so he could take the other in fully, the gorgeous man that he was, "I never refuse a dare." Giving him a clue as to why he was put in this situation in the first place.

Granted, now this man was here offering up a hand, or something else, to which Renan couldn't help but pat the seat beside him for the other to sit. "What's a show without a guest star?" He asked, someone as hot as this man was should certainly be able to turn some heads, and if he was offering to help Renan with the situation he had gotten himself into who was the client to say no? "Do a good enough job and i'll give you my name, a spectacular job gets you a trip back to my cabin," he couldn't take the restrictions anymore, giving his underwear a soft tug as his cock sprung free from it's constrains. He looked to the other with anticipation, his hand still lazily pumping his member, "go on, don't be shy..." He moved his hand, resting it on the couch behind the other man giving him total and complete access to his throbbing member.

Thierry took a good run around the island on that Sunday afternoon, and after that was done he made a stop at the bathhouse to relax his muscles, before deciding what he should with the rest of his day. During his time inside the sauna, and then at the showers, where he cleaned himself up, he had a difficult time thinking on doing something that wasn't related to sex, with the sounds of moaning and grunting he was surrounding with at that place. And although he wasn't one to shy away from a good session of group sex, on that particular day it wasn't something he was looking for.

Dressed simply with a pair of clean shorts, and with his dirty clothes inside a bag, he made his way to the Grotto, probably his favorite spot at the island, second only to his own cabin. He loved the luxury of it, and the fact it reminded him the pool area of his family's summer home in Monaco. He made a quick stop at the bar and grabbed himself a cocktail, before he walked into the pool area. And once he got there, it was impossibly for him not to zoom in on the center area of it, more specifically, the man who was sitting there.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, he walked up to where the man was sitting, his head thrown back and already wrapped in a mist of heat from what his hand was doing to himself. He licked his lips when he heard his moan, so low and primal, and it made his own cock twitch with need. "As hot as you look doing that, it's a shame you have to at all. Do you need another hand..., or anything else?"

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It was so easy getting worked up in a place like this, thoughts of past experiences, certain people he'd met on the island, all painting the most vivid of fantasies in his mind the more he touched himself. He was doing his part for this bet, he certainly was putting on a show, each soft moan slicing through the air causing heads to turn (and mouths to water). Renan knew he looked good, he never had any doubts that he couldn't get people to watch him, and honestly if it was making those around him happy what was a little jerking off poolside? It's not like he was huge into exhibition, but it still held some excitement (and surprisingly helped break the ice).

Case in point this beauty of a man who began to talk, Renan opening his eyes because he hadn't recognized the voice, and damn was he surprised by the gorgeousness that he had seen before him. He was stammering, spitting and sputtering, could this perhaps be making him nervous? "You're not disturbing at all, only adding fuel to the fire, love," because looking like that made it easy to pull Renan from the world of fantasy to want what was right infront of him. He of course made a quick glance in the direction he'd came from, the boys snickering and watching the scene unfold, certainly entertained (which meant he was fulfilling his dare).

"If you wanted to leave you would have already," he mused, another soft moan escaping as his eyes never once strayed from this newfound man in his visions. "How about you sit down, love?" He asked, patting the spot beside him, "i'm supposed to be putting on a show, and what's a show without an audience?" He smirked, "or even a guest star..." Of course offering for the other to get involved if he wanted, Renan exuding confidence the more he stroked himself, close to ridding his erection from the restraining fabric.

The Haus of Perses had never truly failed to impress David – for no matter how many times he would find himself in the resort with the possibility to be who he was rather than who he was meant to be – there was something fascinating happening around every little corner. And in the island… it wasn’t all that different. As per usual, David found himself lost on his way to his cabin. He definitely took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in the Grotto, the translucid waters of the pool looking even more vibrant under the dim lights of the exterior. “I took a wrong turn.” A sigh rolled from his lips as he shook his head, cursing himself for not paying attention to where he was going, definitely distracted by something that was no longer relevant. The only option he had now was either to find a charitable soul that could point him in the right direction or make his way to the front desk and ask for assistance. One granted him fewer chances for getting lost than the other. And so David walked around in the Grotto – his shoes in one hand as he dipped his toe on the pool water to check the temperature – hoping that he would cross paths with someone who could guide him toward the right path to his cabin. He knew his cabin was near the beach but there were so many paths around the island that his chances of getting utterly and completely lost were astronomical. It took him a bit of time walking around and getting more distracted than not with the sights around him until the faint sound of what appeared to be a moan caught his attention. If that was a moan, then that meant someone was around. Someone who could help him. But if it was indeed a moan, the last thing he wanted was to walk into guys having sex and minding their own business. But it was not a couple of guys going at it. It was just the one. A single man sitting at the center of the Grotto with his hand inside his underwear and working himself up to a hardened state.

David was far from innocent – even if he looked like it – and he absolutely knew that staring was rude but at the same time… why not watch for a little bit? It must feel so good to be so free of concerns and doubts to just jerk off in such a public place. In a way… David envied the guy touching himself. How carefree he was about his own body and needs, not really giving a damn about where he was or who was watching. And that was when their eyes met. Enough to make David feel a slight burn on his cheeks as he quickly looked elsewhere but the hand moved inside the black underwear and the show that was being provided. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to… d-disturb.” Disturb was the right word, right? “I can leave.” Or stay and watch a bit more – it was actually a rather nice sight… not like he was going to ask a man getting off which way to the beach cabins. “I should uh… just… like go.”

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The fact that Thomas was actually letting Renan be bold enough to unzip his pants made the client that much hungrier for what was within the restrictive fabric. He could see it's outline as soon as the pants were loose and hanging on his hips, those black boxer briefs hugging his body leaving little to the imagination as Renan nuzzled against it in a longing fashion. He wanted to be fucked in the throat and only when Thomas was satisfied would he want to be fucked equally as rough in his ass. Drunk Renan always turned into a horny little shit, but he had never set his sights on someone so high up on the food chain around here. Fucking hell, he couldn't wait to have another go at this when he wasn't stammering for words and tripping over himself.

When he watched the owner pull the phone from his pocket Renan could only grin, giving a gentle nod to show the other that he was more than alright with being filmed. This would be just as much for Thomas's benefit as it would be for his own, assuming Renan did a good enough job to where the other would actually want to recap it when he was alone. To think about Thomas sometime slipping the phone out to view the video of the two of them together? Well fuck, that had to be one of the hottest damn things, though Renan hoped that if/when that happened he'd be soon to call him to come over (or show up at his cabin). No video was better than the actual thing, after all.

As Thomas pulled his underwear down, the pubes first on display, though as soon as that beautiful crown was seen Renan's eyes widened as his mouth practically began to water. He listened to the words that Thomas was speaking, trying to listen but how was he supposed to focus on anything aside from that monster that stood at attention before him? "So hungry," he mouthed, licking his lips to wet them as he continued to take the instruction, alright so he told him to look up while giving it a lick, he could do that. Not using his hand his tongue found residence against the others shaft, his eyes looking up at Thomas in a needy fashion as his tongue made one trail down along the side of his shaft, a moan at just how divine the King tasted as his tongue traced back up the underside of his thick cock, swirling once, twice around the head before he took him into his mouth, taking as much of him in as he could (he was definitely big enough that Renan would have to work at loosening his jaw).

His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, strokes to match the intensity of his mouth, making sure all of his length was given attention while he adjusted to the size. His eyes never strayed from their gaze upwards, wanting to make sure that Thomas was enjoying each and every second, a soft pop as he slurped up the spit he'd left on the engorged head, his tongue once more trailing down his cock, teasing the mans balls as he took one, and then the other into his mouth giving them the attention that they deserved as well, his hand never straying from jerking the King off while his mouth explored all that he provided. "You taste so fucking good," he whispered, needing him entirely in his mouth again, moving to take his cock down his throat once more, humming as he did so.

The answer Renan gave him was one that was both expected but also caught Thomas slightly off-guard. Since day one? And the whole Carter thing was just an excuse to approach him? Thomas chuckled more to himself than Renan – taking in the decadent way of how the client moved. He was clearly intoxicated. Perhaps he did need the liquid courage to approach him in such a way – to lose the filter that would cloud his words and prevent Renan to say what he truly, desperately wanted. Thomas couldn’t relate to that since he lacked the ability to feel any modicum of shame, too used to saying things as they were or how he wanted them – not really giving a fuck about whether or not his words would be well received. He had always done what he wanted. He always had that tendency to not give a fuck about other people. Renan… he needed the extra help. And in a way… Thomas was kind of glad that he had done that. Break down that barrier between them and do whatever the fuck they actually wanted. Blue eyes looked down as Renan dropped to his knees before him, a sight that had Thomas’ breath locked in his throat for a second or two. He had plenty of men down on their knees for him but there was something even more arousing about Renan doing it. He could see his glazed eyes – almost like he couldn’t truly focus on what he was doing due to both alcohol and lust – exuding a hunger from his every movement that made Thomas want to just claim what he wanted on the spot. Considering he had just jerked Renan off in front of everyone and claimed his orgasm down his throat – now that they were in private, they didn’t need to hold anything back. They could do whatever the fuck they wanted and guarantee that no matter how drunk Renan was… he would remember that night.

“I do have a couple of ideas regarding the subject of making you remember this.” There was no opposition as Renan pulled down the zipper of his pants, exposing his black boxer briefs that could barely contain Thomas aching erection. He had been harder than ever before since Renan had approached him at the club and his needs had yet to be attended to. But – Thomas could wait. For once, he was more inclined to please his partner rather than have his own needs satisfied and fulfilled. “Marking you is definitely one way. I plan to leave some nice marks all over your body.” Placing down his glass on the desk, Thomas brought that hand to Renan’s face in order to gently caress his cheek and use his thumb to pull down the client’s bottom lip. “But I have a much better way for you to remember… assuming you’d be alright with that. If not? I guess marking you will have to suffice.” His hand moved to the pocket of his pants and retrieved his phone – as Thomas grinned like a fucking Cheshire Cat as he waved it before Renan. “Why struggle to remember when we can make a little video? I’ll be sure to send it to you before you wake up so that you can see everything once you are sober.” Setting on the camera on the phone, Thomas made absolutely sure to frame Renan’s face brushing against his crotch, only to pull his hand out of his underwear and pull the waistband down with one thumb, exposing the trimmed brown pubes that crowned his erection. “Look up while you give it a lick, Renan. You’re hungry – right?” Fuck – the sight alone was making Thomas struggle to be in control when all he wanted was to have those beautiful lips wrapped around him. “Give it a lick and then claim what you want, like the good boy you are. You do deserve a treat, don’t you?”

[renanxcarvalho]

"You're the one who doesn't want to come across as a total dumbass," he teased, bringing back the conversation they'd just had, "showboating when you don't even know what to do will certainly do that for you," not that he thought the King could ever look like an idiot, even if he was completely tossed around like a rag doll out there he was certain that Thomas would still be one of the sexiest men on the island. Watching him drop to his knees though, the slow movement that he'd made to situate himself, that damn perky ass of his staying in the air just a little longer than it should - oh he knew that Thomas was fucking teasing him and Renan was absolutely loving every minute. "I have never wanted to be a surfboard more than in this moment," to have the King brother on top of him like that, holy shit this sight was what fantasies were made up. "You keep that ass primed up in the air like that and I might just have to give it a slap," he smirked, watching as Thomas did as he was supposed to moving like he was swimming, leaning with the board the best he could do on the sand.

"You could just fucking sit on your board and you'd be the hottest man here, Thomas, or should I call you Mr. King since this is technically a business meeting, just as much as it is a date?" He smirked, wanting to call their time together what it truly was, an actual date that Renan was beyond thrilled about. Never would he have thought he'd have the opportunity to be out here like this with Thomas, "no showboating required, just you being here is enough for me to have eyes only for you," even if a gorgeous man came running by them on the shore Renan wouldn't even notice him because his attention was solely where it belonged, on the beautiful man before him who was actually TRYING the sport that Renan loved so. When he mentioned standing Renan chuckled, "makes sense, here, let me help you with it," he walked over and crouched beside the other, taking his hands and placing them at the mans sides. "If you fall i'll catch you," okay, so maybe this was more just an excuse to be close to him and touch him.

Renan told him, step by step, in a slow manner what needed to be done for a successful stand once they were on the water. "It's not as hard as it looks," he assured him, though he knew that the man would have a hard time at first until he found his center of balance and truly began to trust it. "You can either fall here on the sand, or it might be easier to do it in the water, we'll go waist high so I can stay in the water," he shrugged, wanting to make the other as comfortable as possible while he taught him. The last thing he'd want was for Thomas to absolutely hate it, "I really do appreciate you giving this a chance, Thomas," he gave the others shoulder a soft squeeze as he grinned looking down at him, "it means the world to me." Obviously it had meant that he'd made an impression on the King and had meant something, no matter how little, to him, and for that Renan was beyond thrilled. "You're going to ride a wave today, I can guarantee it, but the waves aren't the only thing that'll get ridden today..." He of course couldn't help but throw that last teasing remark in, unable to contain that excitement for what would come later.

Fuck. Renan was being adorable and Thomas was fighting back the urge to both roll his eyes and scoff – mostly because a part of him was actually enjoying how casual the two of them were being right now. Renan always knew what to say to make a guy feel good about himself and that allied with the fact that he succeeded in sparking his interest and actually coming to the beach was definitely some brownie points for the surfer. Yeah, Thomas knew that he would make a fool out of himself in the process but he could only hope that Renan wouldn’t laugh too hard at his attempts to stay on top of his board. And maybe… just maybe - Thomas had done some research before going there so that he could try to impress Renan even if just a little bit. Not only that but show that he was also engaged with the idea of surfing. He could make a little effort for something that was so damn important to Renan. Thomas was known to be selfish but he wasn’t without reason …on occasion.

And the part that made Thomas relax the most was the proximity between them. Renan was all touches, reassuring him that everything would be alright – exchanging certain looks and words that revealed the proximity between them. And all it took was for them to have sex with a very, very drunk Renan. Honestly, there was something about Renan that put Thomas at ease – otherwise, he wouldn’t even be there to begin with. A part of him did want this – maybe a side of him needed to relax and be away from the office or maybe a part of him wanted to see more of Renan after their night together. Whatever the reason, Thomas was there. He was there and ready to be tossed around like a rag doll in the waves- and apparently to also share some moments of casual intimacy with Renan. Like the way they touched or the quick way in which Renan reached toward his lips in order to kiss him… Something that Thomas didn’t seem all that bothered by happening. He may have even liked it as well. Hearing Renan tell him to place his board on the sand and check his balance, Thomas obeyed his instruction without a word – only to chuckle at the compliment that quickly followed. “So… no showboating?” Thomas grinned and dropped on his knees on his own board and instead of just laying down like any proper surfer would – he made sure to slowly lay down on the board – almost like a cat stretching – for Renan to admire the curve of his ass as he kept it high in the air. “So… no doing this?” Thomas could have fun too. Renan was already calling all the damn shots when it came to surfing since he was the resident expert but that didn’t mean Thomas wouldn’t have his fair share of fun along with it. “Too bad. I wanted to showboat.” With a grin – Thomas finally laid on the board and pretended to swim, moving his arms around pretending he was on the high sea. “My issue is with standing after. The videos I saw made it look so easy.” But none of the guys he saw had legs for days. And while Thomas was an avid gym rat – that didn’t mean he could pounce as easily as everyone else. “You may have to help me with that, PROFESSOR.”

[renanxcarvalho]

Status || Sinful Sunday Starter for ALL Location || The Grotto

Renan had been enjoying himself, maybe a little bit too much, because he soon found himself deep in a game of truth or dare alongside a small group of men. Their truths were shallow, mostly who he'd want to fuck, or what position was his favorite, but the dares - well let's just say the dares stood true behind the nature of the word itself. They definitely got his heart racing, blood pumping, but he never once backed down no matter how involved they became. They'd made a general rule of no fucking through means of a dare, but there were other fun things that could be done, like the dare Renan had just found himself taking. He walked from his companions for the evening, tight black boxer briefs leaving little to the imagination, as he walked to the center of the Grotto where the comfortable seating was practically calling his name. The dare, a simple one, jack off for all to see, put on a show for whoever dare walk by. He started small, rubbing himself over his underwear, but soon got into it a little more as he slipped his hands beneath his briefs to start working himself up even more. A moan escaped his lips as he let his head rest back against the seat, closing his eyes to pull himself into a fantasy to get the ball rolling.

[renanxcarvalho]

"You don't have to apologize," he shook his head as a grin spread over his features, "good to know though, for next time." At least if the two ran into each other again he'd make sure he could be heard before speaking, "how are you at reading lips?" He asked, hoping that wasn't rude or anything, but he had a few friends who were deaf (one partially while the other one hadn't heard a lick since the day they were born) who could read mouths quite well. They'd always joke that by starting to lose one sense their others were heightened, but Renan never knew if that was true or not.

He was beyond grateful that the other didn't label him a thief, quick to take the hand that was introduced before him and give it a solid shake, "pleasure to meet you Emmet. I do come out here often, actually, so i'm sure we'll be seeing plenty more of each other." He just hoped the other didn't think that was a bad thing. He knew he looked good, he never worried about his appearance, but around the island the other men just looked that much better. Gorgeous men no matter which direction you turned, "i'm Renan Carvalho," he introduced himself in return as they shook hands, "my families one of the wine suppliers for the island, though that's certainly not what pays my fee to get on these shores," and this would give the other the general idea of why he'd be spending so much time at the water, "i'm a surfer, not the best out there, but i'm climbing the ranks," one day it'll be his name at the top, he was certain of it, but for now being the up and coming face to watch was just as good - it still got his name and pictures into all the magazines.

Emmet knew there were so many men left to meet on the island and this guy was certainly one of them. He didn't recall ever meeting him before. But then again, the island was fairly large and both clients and staff came and went all the time. Bit of an awkward first time of them to meet, but that seemed to be a trend for Emmet so far. He watched, embarrassment fading and being replaced with curiosity. The stranger's rambling making a smile tug at his lips.

"Sorry, I don't hear too well without these." He apologized, gently tapping one of the devices on his ear. And frankly, that was an understatement, he bordered on legally deaf without them. Renan's explanation honetly surprised him a little. Stealing, in a place like this? "Oh, no. That didn't even cross my mind, to be honest. Who would wanna steal here? They would absolutely get caught. I'm not worried about that." Emmet gave the other man a warm smile. "Well, if you come out here at night often, this probably won't be the last time we meet. I'm Emmet, it's nice to meet you."

[renanxcarvalho]

Alright, so Renan may have felt bad as he witnessed the other jump out of his skin, probably had even wished that he'd just kept walking and found another place to sit for a bit - this spot was obviously taken and he shouldn't have just assumed the other would be up for company.

Still, "even if you don't own the beach," which he would most definitely agree with, it would be absolutely awesome to own this private area, "it still doesn't mean you don't have the right for a little privacy, if you so chose," which from the sounds of things it didn't, as he had actually invited the other to join him (which made Renan very happy).

He situated the blanket not too far from where the other was sitting, figuring he might as well stay close enough that they could converse without having to raise their voices too much. Even after introducing a second person they both should still want the stillness of the night to surround them, and soon Renan was laying on the blanket staring up into the night sky. "Thanks, this spot will do perfectly for tonight," and it came with company, so it was a win-win as far as Renan was concerned.

Kam liked to meditate on the beach. It was the best place to see the stars, and stargazing for Kami was a must. He felt most connected with himself when he could look up at the sky and be reminded that the universe was so much bigger than him, or anyone for that matter. His troubles and insecurities were just a spec, a blip in time that someday no one would remember.

He hadn't even been paying attention to his surroundings when the other male spoke, of course taking the chef by surprise. He yelped, and sat up with wide eyes, instantly feeling embarrassed as he covered his racing heart with a hand over his chest.

"Shit fuck. Sorry, I didn't think anyone else would be out here this late." The chef laughed at himself, because it's not like he ever took anything all that seriously. "I don't mind if you're here, no. I don't own the beach. I don't think...would be cool if I did though, wouldn't it?"

[renanxcarvalho]

This man was so fucking gorgeous, but it was his ability to be honest and tell him that he'd actually taken the time to do some research that made him beyond sexy in the surfers eyes. "You wouldn't have ever made a fool of yourself," Renan assured him with the brightest of smiles. He was being honest himself though, having remembered the amount of times he'd fallen off his board when he was first starting out, "we've all got to learn how to crawl before we can walk." To think that Thomas actually wanted to make sure he kept his image intact though was delightful, it meant he was planning on trying - that was Renan's biggest worry, that the King would get to the shore and then change his mind.

The little pout was absolutely adorable, Renan moving so that he could put his arms on the others giving them a gentle rub, "you're going to do fantastic today," he whispered as he peppered a few gentle kisses to the others shoulder. Should he be being so bold right now? He sure hoped so because now that Thomas was within his grasp he wanted nothing more than to have his hands on him, to appreciate him, "hm, as much fun as that sounds, it would still fail in comparison to being out here." The idea of being bent over the Kings desk though and fucked senseless while he signed his name on the dotted line, well fuck that could be a fantasy for another time - right now he was happy as could be right where he was, but more importantly by who he was with.

Here he thought he'd been maneuvering for a kiss, but when he saw the remnants of his condiment on the others finger he could only laugh as he moved his hand up to make sure there wasn't anymore on him. Here he was, having actually gotten Thomas to spend the afternoon with him, and he was looking like a fool with mayonnaise on his face. The warning that was given to him though, he couldn't help but laugh as he leaned in needing a kiss, stealing one before he pulled back with a wink and gave the other some space. "I promise, no calling you up at ungodly hours to get you down here with me," he would never force that sort of dedication on anyone other than himself, otherwise they'd always be out on the waves with him.

Hearing himself being called professor though, well fuck if that didn't cause him to grin like a damn idiot as he pointed to the sand, "lay your board down and we'll work on balance and stability first," he wouldn't embarrass the other by making him show him what he did in the comforts of his own space with no prying eyes. "Once you're confident on land we'll move things to the water," he walked to his board to position it beside the others, "and no trying to showboat to look good, we both know you don't need to, you're far too gorgeous regardless of how you handle a board."

Renan was making jokes about the whole research thing – even going that extra mile by saying that he practiced on the floor of his own house to see how it would feel… but little did the other man know that it was EXACTLY what Thomas had done once he returned to his bedroom and faced the board. And the fact that even said as a joke, Renan managed to hit the proverbial nail on the head only made the younger King press his lips tighter into a thin line – his cheeks turning into a slightly darker shade of pink. Well, fuck. “I…” Shit. Thomas felt so mortified about that prospect but the truth was, he didn’t want to make a complete fool out of himself on that date with Renan. Sure – it was supposed to be a business meeting but they both knew what that was: a date. No one would go to the beach to surf and discuss business. “I didn’t want to make a complete and utter moronic scene, alright?” Thomas was pouting now, arms folded over his chest as he pretty much admitted that he had done just that. Laid on his board to see how it would feel and while some surfer videos played in the background, the tried all the basic movements so that he could at least last … a couple of minutes. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t interested, Renan.” Thomas shook his head and cast aside the slight humiliation in favor of devoting every bit of attention to his date and how positively happy he seemed that he had agreed to do this. Did he actually saying yes meant that much to Renan? Sure, his time was fucking precious and he wouldn’t leave his ivory tower for just about anyone – but he could tell that Renan was happy that he was there. Excited even. “We both know that if this was about business, we would be sitting in a room with papers before us. I would charm your pants off, remind you of how good and productive this business partnership had been to both of our families and we would sign the contracts while sipping your family wine before I’d bend you over the table and fucked your brains out.” And that was exactly how things would have gone if they had taken a professional route regarding their business associations. The fact that he was at the beach, properly equipped and with some research done so that he wouldn’t be completely and utterly helpless should be proof enough of why he was there.

“Is it that hard to consider that maybe I am here because I want to be here? Because you INVITED me to come to the beach and try something you are passionate about?” Thomas reduced the distance between their bodies and without skipping a beat, he brushed his thumb over Renan’s cheek to collect a little bit of mayo that had missed the other man – and bringing his digit to his lips where he ever so casually sucked while wiggling his eyebrows. “Just don’t let this get over your head, pretty boy. I might not do this for just about anyone – but that doesn’t mean I will leave the comfort of my bed at some cursed time to come to ride the waves with you.” Maybe ride something else – but that was neither here nor there. “So… PROFESSOR… what will be the first lesson? Unless you want to see what I did and learned with my research?”

[renanxcarvalho]

Renan could barely make heads or tails of what was happening right now, having not expected his night to go like this AT ALL, first being sucked off by the damn boss infront of everyone, and now being lead away from the crowd to a place more private? He let it happen too, succumbed to whatever desire the other had, wanting nothing more than to end tonight by satisfying Thomas King by whatever means necessary. He was praising the fact that he'd been courageous enough to make that walk to greet him in the first place, though had wished he didn't have to rely so much on alcohol to get it done. No words were exchanged as Renan let him take the lead, walking up the stairs to what he could only assume was one of the King's offices itself.

He barely had time to make a quick sweep of the room with just his eyes before Thomas's body was up against his, Renan's back hitting the door as he let out a soft huff, but still no words were exchanged - or any complaints to be had for that matter. He breathed out a moan as he felt the King's hand cup it, rather possessively which made the encounter all that much hotter, like Thomas was laying stake and claim on that mans dick for the night - again, not a single complaint as Renan was more than happy to be labelled the King's for the night. He could hardly think as he felt the others lips against his body, though the remark he made had Renan's cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red than usual, though what was he supposed to tell the man? That he was downright nervous to approach him knowing that it took a LOT to entertain a King to the degree that Renan would want to?

The King brother asked a question, one that he actually wanted a response to, and man Renan hoped like hell he could give the man one. His hand still palming at his dick like that, those lips so fucking close to his skin, their bodies pressed against one another sending a fucking shockwave through the client. "Since day one," he muttered, unable to hold the truth back, "I only mentioned Carter," he panted out, his hand on the others wrist wanting so much more, "because I thought you were unobtainable...You're the owner, I pay you, I use the services you provide, but never thought that'd include you yourself..." Fuck, if he'd known that Thomas was a menu option though he'd have had his fill of him way back when.

As soon as the other moved from him Renan felt himself fall forward, having not realized how much of his weight he was putting on the other, how much he had NEEDED him and craved his body in the moment that his own knees were fucking weak. He caught himself before he fell, leaning back against the door a stammering mess, trying desperately to catch his breath all while keeping his focus on the other as he moved across the room. He watched him pour the glasses, though his attention soon fell on his hand as he undid his buckle, holy fuck what a hot sight to see with his own two eyes. Renan stepped forward, like a moth to a damn flame, drawn to Thomas unable to keep his thoughts wholesome.

Thomas was right though, he'd only remember fragments of the night, wishing himself that he had came to him sober. He was practically frothing at the mouth with anticipation as he reached the other still so fucking casual at his desk, the client dropping to his knees before the King, looking up at him as he leaned forward to nuzzle his face against his clothed member - or what he could feel of it anyway considering Thomas's hand was in his way. "I'll remember this," he fucking would hope that he did anyway, "how good you looked, sitting up there, fucking sexiness that you are, how badly I wanted you, i'll remember..." His hand reached for the others zipper to finish undoing it the rest of the way, hoping the King wouldn't stop him in his tracks. "I want you to make sure I remember tonight," he smirked, waiting for permission to seek what he was truly after in that position, "give me some reminders, Mr. King, a mark here...there....let my body be your canvas to draw out our night, every tiny detail, so when I sober up come morning I will remember..."

Under ordinary circumstances – what had happened at the club wouldn’t happen. Not the whole sucking a drunken guy’s dick in front of everyone or even putting on a show for the losers that were partying their asses off on the dance floor. While Thomas did enjoy a certain degree of risk while having sex in public places, he didn’t exactly enjoy putting on a show for those undeserving. He liked being watched – sure – but by someone worthy of being present. By someone he liked and had previously fucked, someone who would definitely enjoy watching him doing someone else. And while he wouldn’t usually do that sort of thing, here he was – dragging Renan to his office after getting him off in front of the whole club. Who knew that their relationship would evolve from friendly business and getting Renan dates with staff members to swallowing his damn load in front of everyone? It wasn’t until they left the public area with everyone and walked up the stairs to the office on the first floor that Thomas finally spoke. Once the door was closed – his hands pushed Renan against it and his lips began the merciless onslaught on the other man’s neck. Kissing his pulse point, biting it, and licking it all the while Thomas slid one hand between their bodies so that he could grab Renan’s crotch over the fabric of his pants and massage his still sensitive erection. “Funny how you needed some liquid courage to approach me like that.” Thomas smirked with a perverse amount of delight as he playing stuck his tongue inside Renan’s ear, his fingers squeezing the client’s crotch a little bit harder – almost in a possessive grip. “I still remember when I got you that date with Carter back in Virginia… how excited you were! And now you approach me without a filter and want nothing more than to have me fuck your brains out.” Not that Thomas could blame him. He was fucking hot and only someone out of their goddamn mind would refuse to have sex with him or even deem him unattractive. “How long did it take for you to want this?” To want to be kissed and touched by him. To have his dick sucked out of nowhere and every drop of his seed swallowed. Not that Carter could ever even be compared to him but…

“The only downside…” Thomas pulled away from Renan on purpose, wanting to leave the client panting against the door as he walked around his office in order to fill both glasses with more than generous amounts of whiskey. Renan was already drunk so one more wouldn’t hurt – and Thomas was in the mood to drink. So he placed Renan’s glass over his desk as he casually leaned against it, his free hand already unbuckling his own belt to save the other man some trouble in the future. “Is that you didn’t tell me you wanted this while you were sober. You required some liquid courage to do that. Sweetheart… a man like you? I would fuck you the moment you said the word.” No one in their right mind would refuse Renan anything. Not if they had a taste. “Assuming you won’t regret this encounter…” Why would he? Thomas smirked and slipped his free hand inside his own pants to touch himself, letting out a rather decadent moan that filled the empty space between them. “Maybe next time you’ll be sober enough to remember.”

[renanxcarvalho]

Renan could have done this himself, but ma it was so much more fun when someone else's hands were on his body like this. He let out a soft hum as soon as he felt the suds touch his shoulder, the staff member working slowly at getting every area of his back in such a delicate fashion. The client couldn't help but let out an appreciative hum given just how well taken care of he was in the moment.

Not only was he simply washing his back, he had that other hand of his working wonders at rubbing and working out whatever knots were there, Renan feeling absolutely WONDERFUL the more attention that was placed on him. "That's perfect," he had to praise the boy for a job well done.

Granted now Renan was feeling bold, and he would HOPE that the other wouldn't be too taken back as he turned so that their bodies were facing each other, it apparent from his semi-hardened length that he was certainly enjoying what was happening. "I think my front could use some attention too," his voice was low so that only his companion could hear him, taking and helping guide the others hand with the washcloth in it to rest against his chest.

"Think you could help me out?" He asked, a smirk growing on his lips as his hand came to brush over the others stomach, feeling his abs beneath his fingertips. "Your hands were working wonders on me, keep it up, I like it..." More praise, wanting the staff to know that he was doing well, and not wanting him to feel nervous about exploring and stepping out of his comfort levels.

ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕓𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕…

but who could blame him when ever single man he encountered on this island was more gorgeous than the last? the man talking to him now was probably saying something polite, or maybe even flirtatious, but he was too caught up and distracted-- mesmerized-- by the fact he looked like a living wet dream to really focus on anything he had to say. he'd almost forgotten he offered to help, that he'd offered anything at all. he wasn't in the mind space of a staff member trying to do his job; he was just being nice, and a bit distracted by the other; and he hadn't even taken his clothes off yet.

watching as the other man stripped, paying little attention to himself or the soap left on his body, he simply stood there and stubbornly refused to take his eyes off the other as he disrobed and joined him in the showers.

"i, uhm, yeah. i was genuinely offering." he finally mustered with a soft smile as he seemed to regain some control of himself again.

𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖…

catching the wash cloth as it was tossed to him, he held onto it for a moment before moving into place behind the other. "yeah, i know what you mean. normally by the time i'm done with weights my arms are dead and suddenly i'm too tired to reach behind myself." he mused with a soft laugh as he put a bit of soap into the washcloth before pressing it against the other's shoulder.

working slowly, he began alternating back and forth between his hands; the washcloth in his right hand to wipe and clean the sweat from the other's body while his left hand followed after, kneading and massaging his muscles to help him relax and, frankly, to feel good.

[renanxcarvalho]

Renan wasn't one who spent too much time in the gym, much preferring to be on the water than in a sweaty building, but he did make it a point to at least get in a few workouts each week to keep his body in prime physical condition. He'd just finished a workout and had made his way back to his locker throwing his headphones into his bag as he was getting ready to leave.

Normally he'd go back to his cabin and wash up there, but when he heard the voice behind him, and saw the gorgeous man standing under the stream of water - well Renan couldn't help but change his plans for what would follow. Who needed to walk all the way home a sweaty mess when there were perfectly fine showers right here at the haus?

"Not a bother at all, you're not in my way at all," and even if he was, would Renan actually mind it? The guy was gorgeous and had a body that was well taken care of and Renan couldn't help but take a moment longer than he probably should have admiring it. Hearing the question that was asked, if he needed any help with anything, that made it clear to him that this other man was a staff member - perfect.

"Actually, I could use some help, if you're offering," he walked over to where there was a pile of towels, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the bench infront of his locker, and soon without much hesitation he was slipping out of his shorts and boxers leaving himself completely naked as he walked to stand beneath the shower head beside the one that the other had been under, making sure to throw the towel onto one of the hooks just outside the shower.

"I could use some help with my back, always a pain reaching back there after a good workout," his muscles were sore, not that he couldn't wash his back, but if it meant having this gorgeous stranger do it for him? He tossed him one of the washcloths he'd grabbed alongside the towel, "you'd be doing me one hell of a favor..."

𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕪𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪…

seeing as he was already there, rather than making his way back to his cabin to rinse himself off, he took advantage of the gym and spa facilities; opting to use the public showers instead.

standing under the cascading warm water, he lost himself in his thoughts. being in a place like this was going to be an adjustment for him-- back home the nicest place he had ever been taken by the men that paid for his affection was an outback steakhouse. the receptionist desk here, when you first arrive, make outback look like a mcdonalds; everything here is so nice that he feels incredible out of place.

but being here is a good thing.

ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖…

looking up and over his shoulder at the sound of a locker shutting, he couldn't help but apologize for being in his stall despite the fact there were plenty open to choose from.

"sorry, i lost track of time. i'll finish up and get out of your way..." he offered with a sheepish smile. "unless, sir," he quickly added on as he realized he still didn't really know how to tell the difference between clients and fellow staff members. "...you need my help with something."

[renanxcarvalho]

Status | Closed for @kaminspace Location | Beach

The beach was where you could always find Renan, and that rang true no matter the time of day/night. Depending on how far you got away from the bars and area entertainment you could even see the stars at night, and Renan found himself more often than not taking that walk to the far end of the beach just to give himself that blissful moment of laying on the beach staring up into the night sky. It really helped ground him after a chaotic day on the island (because Renan sure as hell went hard when it came to having fun around here), so here he was tonight walking along the shore getting as far from the lights as he could with a blanket draped over his arm to make himself comfortable. When he'd felt he was far enough away, the night sky shining bright before him, he was about to put his blanket down when he saw the shadow of a person not too far from where he was. "Uh, hi, you good with me hanging around for a bit?" He asked, not wanting to stay if he wasn't wanted, perhaps this other person wanted peace and quiet and to be alone?