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( coivi​ )​

Whenever there were guests over, he tried his best to play host as best as he could—it entirely depended on the person, but he was often found making breakfast, lunch and dinners for them: but he did make it known that they were welcome to the kitchen, use whatever they want, so long as they cleaned up after themselves. Sloth behaviour was not something he took lightly.

It was early when he woke from his slumber. The light hadn’t even breached the day when he was already slipping into a pair of thermal long johns and knee-cut jogging shorts. The black material forced to stretch across the sheer thickness of his dense thighs and calves, not to mention his rounded ass and prominent bulge that was already so difficult to hide away. A thermal vest is dressed, along with a t-shirt and a hooded jumper, which is a size larger so that the hem comes down past his waistline in the hopes it would modestly cover himself. With thick woolen socks and runners dressed to his feet, a beanie on his head, followed by noise-cancelling headphones had been synced to his mobile that was strapped to a band on his left bicep. As soon as he was dressed and music had started to blast into his ears, he left his home for the first three hours of the morning. The only source of exercise he did to maintain his densely-built musculature was jogging and as much sex as he could get. Even though he had his own personal gym at home, it was almost always untouched, except for the sauna—that was often used almost every day. It was rare to see Cyrus lifting weights, and if he did, it was mostly and only squats. Legs, arms and chest were his favourite things to work out.

The music was blasting. Cyrus had set off on a light jogging pace, until he could gather enough momentum. While he ran, his mind became void of any thoughts, worries or anything. It was like he was on auto-pilot because before he knew it, it had been three hours since he had left the warmth of his home, and he was miles away from his home. The night had turned to day by the time he arrived at the front porch of his grand home. Hands rested against his knees as he took deep breaths of the icy air to gain his composure. Sweat was dripping from the tip of his nose, brows and the hair of his tappered beard. Heck, he could even feel streams of it run down along his back to pool at the arch.

More minutes pass by, which he uses to stretch himself completely. Although he was at peak level of fitness, his muscles still ached from time to time if he didn’t cool down properly. At last, he entered his home, beads of sweat still dripping down onto the already drenched jumper he wore. Headphones are yanked off, as is the beanie. He makes his way to the kitchen, where he finds his guest there, dressed as he is. Cyrus doesn’t shy away from letting himself to get a full-on glance of that perfect behind draped beneath such flimsy material. He’s subtle about it as he gets himself a glass of ice water from the dispenser on the fridge.

“I like my eggs sunny-side up or poached,” he replied with a soft smile. “Please, make yourself at home. As for the kitchenware…” Cyrus let out a soft chortle as he paced towards one of the cabinets, which turned out to be a door to whole pantry room, full of canned foods, jams and preserves, dried fruits and seeds; anything that had a long shelf-life, he was fully stocked up on—enough to feed a few dozen people for a couple of weeks. On the other side of the room, an entire array of pots and pants lined the shelfing. There was a wide array of kitchen equipment and utensils that didn’t have space in the drawers of his kitchen, and several more plates for whenever he had a large amount of friends over. 

“I’m gonna grab a quick shower before we tuck in. I’ve got sweat dripping down the crack of my ass. Not a feeling I’m particularly enjoying.” Cyrus said with a light laugh, sneaking a strip of the crispy bacon that had already been set aside, before making his way out of the kitchen to the master bedroom, where he had his own personal master en-suite with both tub and glass shower. “I’ll be back in five.” 

The presence of others was like a low thrumming that reverberated directly underneath the skin, making it flush in ways that excited something primal within Lex. It was carnal, filthy and raw that threatened to cause canines to protrude and bringing a craving satiated only by the feed. Cyrus’ presence was no different. Feeling him long before even laying eyes on him meant the pressure of a hole in the pit of Lex’s stomach that sent hunger pangs throughout his body. His spine ached and he arched his back in his huddled over position to alleviate the feeling but it did little to help.

How was he going to survive for long?

The smell of sweat hit Lex’s nostrils and once void-like dark pupils grew pink, blue irises surrounding pheromone-starved dilations. The light bounced off the wide room against already sensitive eyes and Lex found himself cursing under his own breath at how easily control slipped away from him when the hunger of a tactile sin overtook him. It was something he knew he’d have to battle every day in Casa Westbrooke, lest he allow himself to fall victim and succumb to more carnal desires. From the way he could feel that same sin possessing the very essence beneath Cyrus’ skin when he stole glances at Lex’s ass, it was likely going to be a war of attrition.

“I can do both. I assume we’ll need the protein,” he replied evenly, spoon raising up to his lips to ground him from the wave of lustful emotion that threatened to spill over. They were constantly balancing on a very thin line over a very wide canyon, the depths of which were darker than black and thicker than water when inhaled into the lungs. He could feel part of the power retreated, partly sated by the oats and partly pinned down by the sheer force of his fortitude. 

All of that went to Hell when he turned and his eyes were immediately drawn downward to a pert backside. There was something lascivious in the way Lex’s eyes lingered there, blatantly staring after Cyrus. He was wearing something completely opposite of the younger warlock. Where Lex wore a shirt tight enough to hug the curve of his pecs so perfectly that his wind-hardened nipples left little peaks out of the stretched fabric and a pair of briefs that couldn’t quite fit all of the meat of his ass, Cyrus was leaving much of his body to the imagination. Such was still hard to do with all the bulk the man held, and it seemed especially difficult to hide the tone of his ass and the girth of his co—

Lex had nodded along dumbly to the display of pots and pans he hadn’t been able to find but his mind was elsewhere. He only really processed the man getting closer and taking a piece of bacon, an action that would’ve awarded Cyrus a whack on the back of the wrist with a utensil if he was fast enough but did grant Lex the right to swing said wooden object and give a swift but light tapping to the left cheek of Cyrus’ taut buttocks when he passed by. “Hurry up and shower, you goblin,” he chided, eyes still a sea of aquamarine and cotton candy.

The moment Cyrus left, he went to preparing the rest of the meal. He pulled a few more pans out of the enclave and set to work on convincing the cooking utensils and ingredients to helping him do many things at one time. The pancake batter mixed itself and the pan flipped them without so much as a second question from Lex while he worked on the eggs, the hash (much harder to convince potatoes than any other ingredient...the stubbornness), and the toast. The jams weren’t hard to stir on their own, thankfully, nor was it particularly difficult to get syrup to set itself up nicely in a ramekin. It was going to be a breakfast for kings, a table stacked with all the things they’d need to supply the energy for a long day of work.

As he moved, his shadow pulled away from him and began to set up the table. Lex would never allow his shadow to move independently around ordinary people but since Cyrus wasn’t exactly bothered by small displays of magic, he figured it was safe. After all, the man did tell him to make himself at home. “Food’s ready!” he called. “It almost smells as good as you did walking in earlier.” The words were coming out of him before he could stop them but...would he have stopped them anyway? “Will I be expected to join you in these morning workouts? Because as nice as seeing you all worked up sounds, I don’t think I’ve ever been much of a morning person. Today was a fluke.”

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( eternclsky​ )

—                                           𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 that made sense to him in this moment. Unless the person was just crossing enemies lines, whatever the case the bounty hunter needed to know more details in order to deliver and get paid. Listening to the other describing it as doing the world a service by chopping the snake by the head first without remorse, a weird analogy of his — “a convenience for you, i don’t know the fucker i doubt he’s as dangerous as you claim. Maybe the world could use a little danger. Sure, i can put this guy in a body bag, never said i’m not fit for the job. It’s funny to me that you seek the help from a bounty hunter when in reality you hate people like me. Does that mean cops are on your ass? if i were you, i’d still dirty my hands with blood.” Idris has always been too cutthroat and fucked up that the authorities would have a hard time on their hands ; he was taught not to give a shit about anyone unless it was family. “Don’t want to ruin the good guy image or is it something deeper than that?”

Lex was a pragmatic man. He cared far more for being sensible and within reason than to speak or act in ways that were egregious or emotionally driven. He wasn’t nearly as impulsive as he may come across, nor did he speak in exaggeration. This was perhaps why his face soured. Crystal clear eyes were cloudy and dark, like a storm was brewing beneath the surface. “If he weren’t so dangerous, I obviously wouldn’t be contacting you,” he replied, tone even and short. He sat back in his seat and crossed his arms, legs sweeping up to rest ankles on the table between them. “Stop pretending to know anything more about me than I let you. You’re getting paid, aren’t you? Shouldn’t really matter what you think I think of people like you.” Idris was smug. It made a pretty face hard to stomach. “There’s always something deeper than that. If you weren’t such a self-aggrandizing dick every time we interacted, you might have learned something by now.”

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( twistedthings​ )

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This wasn’t the only chance Samuel would have to get at his target but it was surely the moment that would give him the best outcome, of course, that had been without the calculation of a ghost from the past interrupting his plans. Samuel always had been a calculated person, observant and always monopolizing on the secrets others didn’t think he knew about. It wasn’t enough to just take everyone else’s money but most importantly, the money of his father which was better in the places Samuel put it than any of the places his father wanted the money to go. Samuel was counting on this arranged meeting between him and his new target to go without any bumps in the road but it seemed that a certain man from his school days was determined on putting that metaphorical wrench in his plans. 

Samuel let his gaze remain on Lex, observant as always, trained, unfortunately, in the ways of paying attention enough to maintain conversation and not let any details go unnoticed with the person in front of oneself while also maintaining observance on the main entrance where he was sure his target would enter through at any moment. His free hand slipped from his pocket and instinctively rubbed at the beard he was working on growing out, it was more a rebellion against his father as the man did not like it, so naturally Sam decided to let the thing grow, it hadn’t occurred to him that this was the first time Lex had seen him with such facial hair. But the chuckle that left Samuel’s lips was very much due to the barely audible comment he caught fluttering over Lex’s cup as the other busied his mouth with a sip from his own drink. 

“Hmmm, indeed,” he could have been answering the number of remarks that had come from Lex’s lips but Samuel left it open into interpretation, unable to shake the sudden feeling that the other was stalling or at least trying to distract him from his true mission. Perhaps that perception was because Lex was distracting Samuel from the task at hand, so far, thankfully, it was only from the task of doing a walk of the perimeter of the place so he was more familiar with the exits in person than Samuel had come to know them through the blueprints of the building. Getting such details had been easy enough with being an architect himself, though, he had requested the blueprints many months in advance to lessen suspicion. 

After he had stroked his beard a few times Samuel let his hand slide down his chest to once again rest casually in his pants pocket where he absently fiddled with the small key fob to his getaway vehicle. “So, then…” a pause as Sam let his dark gaze slowly run over Lex in an equally bold and challenging manner as the others soft comment had been. When his eyes had once again swept up to meet Lex’s gaze he let an amused and curious smirk press at the one corner of his lips, though the annoyance was still there he did well at covering it with another big gulp from his own drink, wishing it was straight liquor but knowing that he needed to keep his coo. “What are you doing here? Working?” More small talk, just because Samuel felt Lex hated it just about as much as he did and to see if his own suspicion was correct. 

The only thing Lex hated more than pretending was reminiscing. Despite how fond memories could be, a stroll down memory lane often did far more harm than good and the shadows that people wished to keep buried were far more illuminated in hindsight. It was hard not to dissect all the ways a person wasn’t right for you when you looked back on the actions that carried the relationship forward. Sam hadn’t been a coffin dug up yet and if he were honest with himself, Lex would’ve preferred to have kept it that way. He liked the image he’d crafted in his mind of the other man, of someone too good for who Lex knew himself to be. Yet, here in the light of banquet hall and no rose-colored lens to gaze through, it was clear that they were birds of a feather in all the ways Lex had hoped they would never be. Sam was meant to be different; he was meant to be better.

There was no point in being coy about the flirtation made a moment ago, though neither made an effort to expand upon it. A chuckle from Sam and a curious look from Lex was all that needed to be exchanged and it seemed to satiate both parties. The former continued to make subtle glances at the entrance behind the latter and that was enough of a reminder that they were performing a job. Two opposing jobs, at that.

Lex didn’t want to answer the question posed to the space between them. He loathed chit-chat and he also didn’t care for the way lies made his lips tingle or his tongue feel sour. Still, it was either this or slinging the man over his shoulder like a neanderthal. “More pleasure than business,” he shared after a moment, eyelashes fanning over his skin as he tilted his head and let his own gaze darken. He could feel every second of Samuel’s watchful eye scanning over him. The thrum of excitement only stirred further. “It’s in the family’s best interest for me to show up to a few of these a year to not look like an absolute recluse but I also haven’t turned down an opportunity to mingle a bit here and there. All the money and influence in this room . . . It would be a shame to let anything stifle continued success, no?” It was innocuous enough of a question to not tip the other man off, Lex felt. Managing the public image and social media standing of others usually required him to care about the status of others.

Even though he knew the answer, Lex still asked, “What about you? I didn’t think an architect would be so keen on attending something so . . . uppity.” His attention was locked on Samuel. He wanted to make sure he appeared as though nothing else in the room mattered at the moment, as if Lex could be doing anything in the world right now but he craved only this.

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twistedthings​:

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: Samuel and your muse used to attend scool together (college or high-school), what seems like an unexpected coincidence they ran into one another at a benefit, one Samuel is using to gain access to his latest target but what he doesn’t know is that your muse is there to interrupt his plans. Whether or not your muse knew he was their own target is up to you! if you wanna talk about the plot hmu. 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: old friend or schoolmate from university (or private high-school), college/hs sweetheart, someone who knew him when he was younger, a federal agent/spy, idk whatever works~

“Ahh, yeah… yeah, a lot has changed since you knew me back then,” Samuel said with a soft laugh, one touched with only a slight hint of humor, this was eating up the time he should have been using to locate his newest endeavor. He did his best to hide it but there was the vaguest hint of irritation that flickered over his face as Sam pressed a smile to his lips and took a drink of the glass of a mixed drink that was watered down and warm from being in his hand for so long. His gaze moved over the people surrounding them to hide his irritation, it was soon replaced with an amused look as he turned back to the other, swallowing the liquid and lowering his drink once again.

Samuel let his tongue flick over his lips to rid them of the leftover liquid of his drink, buying himself some more time to try and think of a way out of this situation without seeming rude or suspicious. This was a lucrative mission and it had taken Sam months to plan this crossing of his path with that of the person of his interest. His best bet was moving this conversation to an area he had a better view of the rest of the attendants.

“So what happened to you after school?” Samuel asked, once again engaged and smiling at the other, trying to shift his stance a few paces so the other had to move for him to be able to hear them answer. He arched his brow, shooting a look to the waiter that had passed behind him, playing off his movement on the waiters closeness to him but it was simply to move the pair to a better vantage point to see the main doors better. Once again he brought his drink to his lips, taking a generous intake of his drink while his free hand slipped into the pocket of his black suit pants, gaze fixating on the other again. 

Everyone in the world had something to hide and it was never the business of prying eyes or perked ears to know the intricacies of the personal affairs a person carried themselves through. Unless, of course, such affairs interfered with the status quo of others. Lex much preferred to be a bystander in the dealings drawn in the dark but when the channels through which he earned money were blockaded, he didn’t hesitate to take a metaphorical sledgehammer to the obstruction. It was really a shame that this particular obstacle had a face and a name that were, at least at some point, somewhat dear to Lex’s heart. 

Samuel Carmichael.

The last thing Lex wanted to do was break that pretty little nose of his . . . or worse if it came to it, but he would anyway. Clinically, in fact. “Yeah; the beard’s new,” he remarked vapidly as he gestured at Samuel’s face. He could tell that Samuel was getting antsy and it would be a lie to say that Lex didn’t derive some pleasure out of the thought of his old companion’s growing irritation. His plan was working. “I imagine it’s a much more comfortable seat than it used to be.” The comment came low, barely audible above the glass Lex was raising up to his lips unless someone was intent on listening in but in the off-chance that Samuel’s attention caught the remark, he wanted it to be known that he was as bold as ever.

“I became a social media manager for a few up-starts, nothing major,” Lex admonished. It was a half-truth wrapped up in a pretty veil. He’d managed quite a few major brands and household names but he wasn’t the type to boast about his work. Work wasn’t a topic of interest. “Ended up purchasing a nice condo above a private gym, which is nice. The neighborhood’s noisier than the dorms back on campus but the bodega across the street makes it all worth it.” Ugh. He hated small talk. If he didn’t have to play nice in public, he could’ve been spared of mundane conversation and used more alternative methods of keeping Samuel busy. “Boring, I know.” He chuckled then, though there wasn’t much heart behind it.

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( eternclsky​ )

OPEN STARTER  (one liner)

open to: anyone that fits !

muse: idris parker ( 38 ) , homosexual , bounty hunter

connection(s): client, friend, nemesis, love/hate dynamic, fwb

  —                                         “you want me to eliminate your ex-lover? fuck! you must really hate this person…”

“You really latched onto that ex-lover part, didn’t you?” There hadn’t been many details exchanged about the potential endeavor other than the person in question was both an intensely obsessive and deranged man intent on wearing Lex’s skin like a flesh-suit and coincidentally the one who once warmed Lex’s bed at night. Hindsight should’ve told the boxer that a cage-fighting arena under the city was probably not the best place to find a lover but that hadn’t really worked out in his detriment yet . . . Until now. “It isn’t about hate; it’s about convenience. He’s a danger to society and you’d be doing us all a favor by putting him in a body-bag. Can you do it or not?” he asked, eyeing the bounty hunter across from him carefully. He loathed men like Idris. Men who killed for profit lacked honor. Lex wasn’t personally against getting his own hands dirty but local authorities were watching him more carefully than he preferred. He couldn’t let anything get traced back to his golden boy of a brother.

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( txbooboys​ )

Adrian watched as Lex silently watched him. He had never been the best at reading people’s bodies, so when the other asked him how he felt, Adrian just smiled. “Oh, totally. You’re hot. I mean part of the reason I got abs was so I could sleep with guys half as hot as you, so this is a real treat.” He was about to keep talking, but then Lex was pushing him down to his seat. He looked up with wide eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. “I think knowing you’re enthusiastic would be cool… Like enthusiastic consent and stuff, right?” He was mostly just saying things he had heard before, completely absorbed in the man standing above. him. He reached up, fingers brushing over the other’s stomach before resting on his hips and tugging him closer. “Can we kiss? I don’t know if you’re into that or just want like… sex. But I really want to kiss you.”

Having read the files of his new teammates did very little to properly prepare Lex for the kinds of people he would be around for the foreseeable future. Vigilante was, on paper, an incredibly intelligent and purposeful man but his delivery of those traits lacked so much social tact. Lex wondered how someone so earnest ever made it through life without being swallowed up by the darkness of the world. “You keep calling this a treat and I may be inclined to do this . . . recreationally later,” he relented, smile crooked on his face. Lex was just about to get onto his knees and begin pulling away restrictive fabric when a question he wasn’t expecting came slipping out of Vigilante. He paused, head tilting as he thought it over. He hadn’t considered kissing beforehand, though he’d only brought up the sex as a joke in the first place and that was now very much a soon-to-be reality. “Hm . . .” Lex let the sound escape him before settling himself on Vigilante’s lap in a straddle. He placed both hands on the other man’s chest, blue eyes soft and yet giving away every salacious thought running through his head. Without providing a proper response, he closed the gap between them, taking the other man’s lips against his own in a chaste kiss. One simple peck of lips to lips. Lex didn’t pull away after that, instead letting his smile widen as he surged forward again, this time with the intent to deepen their embrace.

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( notaviibe​ )

Andrew rolled his eyes lightly at the inconvenience of being pushed, though he was inwardly pleased that his answer was acceptable to the other man. He didn’t have much practice at flirting with the same sex and wondered if others would insist on prying him out of his terse shell like this one. He couldn’t say that he was a fan of this dance just yet, but this whole world was new to him and he was determined not to stick out like a sore thumb for too long. “Okay.” He nodded when the other man mentioned that he didn’t live far from the bar. Now it made sense why there was tape on the other’s hands; he must’ve come straight from the gym. Andrew accepted the shot glass and quickly downed the liquor inside of it. He licked his lips following a satisfied sigh, the light sheen of saliva left behind. “And how’re you gonna do that? Rile me up?” 

Lex hadn’t intended to cruise for the night. He wasn’t opposed to hooking up with some guy after a few hard drinks and long lasting looks at the end of the night but the man sitting beside him had caught his interest in a way he wasn’t expecting. The man wasn’t some doe-eyed virgin, at least he didn’t seem like one, but Lex wanted to pluck every fantasy the other male had saved up for his exploration into his sexuality as if they were ripe cherries. “I have my ways . . .” he said, trailing off as he lifted his own shot glass to his lips and downed the liquid in one swig. The glass was set down just as quickly as it had been raised, fingers leaving the empty container as Lex stood to his full height. Thick legs carried him over to close the already short distance between their seats and a fire was lit behind the cage-fighter’s eyes as he offered a hand. “Let’s take those hips on a test-drive, shall we?” He grinned, though in the dim light it appeared more like a smirk. “Better to pop a boner out on the dance floor with your hands on my waist than here at the bar playing naughty twenty-one questions.”

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( notaviibe​ )

Andrew turned his face to the other man, his bushy brow arching when offered the kernel of unsolicited advice. He nodded slowly, conceding that his companion at the bar was likely right. The Locker Room wasn’t advertising world-class tapas, after all. He felt the other’s eyes on him, inspecting, appraising. Clearly, he had less shame, if any to speak of, than Andrew about his motives. “No.” He replied, glancing at the bead of liquor clinging to his acquaintance’s neck up until he wiped it away. The other’s audacity caught him off guard, but it also impressed him, brought an uneasy smile to the corners of his mouth. Andrew chuckled, then scratched the dense hairs on his cheek. “Mm.. depends.. you live close by or are you gonna take my dick in the car?” 

Moments of pause between elements of conversation left the mind to wander and Lex enjoyed crafting tales about the men he met in seedy bars, with whom he would probably only ever see again in passing once their clothes had been put back on. The man before him had the build of a farmer, large arms to carry hay bales that were probably used to tip cows in his younger years. Maybe he enlisted in the military afterward but he never lost that bright-eyed, boy next door look to him. Lex wondered how he released his frustrations from the day. Gym, maybe. He was far too built to not go regularly. “That’s more like it. I live a few blocks that way, actually,” he replied evenly as he pointed to the east, eyes belaying his delight at how forward the other man was being. Earnest went a long way. “Just above the Elite Boxing Club.” Shots were slid their way and he held one out to his friend for the evening. “As much as I’d love to show you how flexible I am in the backseat of your car . . . I kind of want to see how riled up I can get you before taking you back to my place.” He added a wink. The prevailing thought was that if he made the man wait a bit longer, that sexual frustration he could practically feel steaming off the man would result in Lex being fucked roughly over the many different surfaces in his apartment.

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( txbooboys​ )

Adrian frowned and tilted his head slightly as the other pointed out that someone had, in fact, called him. “We… I don’t know. I don’t know why you’re here.” He tugged off his mask and looked over the other. He gave a small smile, though his face quickly returned to his steady face. “No. I believe you. I just also wonder if you’d want to sleep with me without your job. But I guess if I’m supposed to fuck you, I’ll totally do it. He reached behind himself, starting to unzip his suit and pushing it down, his toned chest on display. “Do you have a preferred position? I can totally do it any way you want.”

Lex knew that the man would fixate on the reasoning for his presence but there would never be an answer to satisfy him. At least, not one satisfactory answer would spill from Lex’s lips. It would have to come from someone Vigilante knew more personally. Instead, he stayed quiet for the time being, humming as a response. He set his sights over the newly exposed face of the man before him and he didn’t bother schooling his awe, sudden hunger only growing as Vigilante’s suit was unzipped and his chest was exposed. Pronounced canines tugged at Lex’s lower lip. “Do you want to fuck me without my job?” he asked, instead of answering the pondering statement of the other man. “That is awfully considerate of you, but I’m here for your benefit not the other way around.” He sits up then, maintaining eye contact as his once grey-blue eyes were consumed by their pupils. He let his power give him a bit of insight on the needs of the other man as he waved a hand and used a shadow to drag a chair over to rest behind Vigilante’s standing body. Lex stood up, slowly closing the distance between them. He grabbed the hem of the tight-fitting spandex top of his own and lifted it over his head, dropping it to the ground where it sunk into a shadow and disappeared. He then pressed a hand on Vigilante’s broad chest, offering the man a warm smile while his eyes shifted back to normal. “How about you sit back and let me take care of you? I’ve got a feeling you want to know how enthusiastic I am about taking your cock.”

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( courtesons​ )

Looking back Lex would see those dilated, glazed over eyes but the hunger in them was undeniable. He might still be wearing the suit of a business man but his gaze was that of a predator who had found his prey. But instead of the push back or bratty attitude angering him…if anything it simply intensified the look about him, especially when he called him Daddy and Lex would feel that fat cock trapped twitch at the palming. But instead of biting or marking his neck, he roughly tugged that hair again to force the man’s head back - throat exposed and letting his breath linger on his skin there. So vulnerable, like at any moment he could take a bite. Before his tongue flicked against his adam’s apple.

“You wanna pretend you’re not up for the taking? Little slutty boy you are…wandering over to me at the event. Coming home with me not even knowing me or if I was a threat. That’s how desperate you were, how much you craved it” He chuckled before slapping his face playfully before shoving him onto his back and stumbling a little to get on top - large thighs either side as he loomed over the younger man and began to slide his belt off slowly if not a little clumsily. But instead of simply tossing it aside, he instead began to move his large hands around Lex’s neck, wrapping the belt around and buckling it in place - like makeshift collar, with the rest of the belt as a leash he harshly tugged.

“There’s the real you. Helpless, collared….owned” He smirked as he loomed down over Lex.·“Let’s make a deal baby boy, you resist me tonight and you walk away knowing you were right. But you beg for me tonight and I win. I’ll win you and enjoy breaking you into what we both know you are.”

What awaited an eager palm was a thick, pulsating shaft that was straining against the fabric of Owen’s trousers and despite having drank quite a bit tonight, the back of Lex’s throat was suddenly in dire need of a quenching. The older man held his stare, reveled in it. It didn’t take higher education to tell just how much power he was restraining. It was as if at any moment, the dam would shatter and every lustful act of total dominance would wash over the landscape, flooding Lex’s senses. And the thought alone was enough to make Lex want to be as rebellious as possible.

Head tugged back and warm breath igniting all of the nerves on his throat, the young man felt like a gazelle waiting to be slaughtered by a lion. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” he taunted further in glee, smile pliant and wide after a light slap across his face. He felt like he was back in the ring, light illuminating his frame as he went toe-to-toe with a difficult opponent that he knew he’d inevitably win out against. He’d taken on men three times his own size. Yet, here, on the bed of a man he’d only met today, he lay still beneath Owen and played along as a belt wrapped around his neck like the collar of a dog. He almost wished he’d brought a puppy hood just to further cement the imagery but that was neither here nor there.

“Ah, but resisting men is too easy. I carried your ass all the way back here. You don’t think I would let you do whatever you wanted to me if I didn’t actually want it, do you?” Lex mused. “Counter deal . . . You make me cum first and I’ll be the slutty little baby boy you want whenever and however you want him. I make you cum first and Daddy will be at my beck and call.” As he spoke, his hand undid the fly to Owen’s trousers and pulled the larger man’s cock out, slowly stroking over the thick member. He let his eyes open from their more teasing half-lidded state, giving Owen wide doe eyes that opened up his features and made him look significantly more innocent. “I’ll even let you go in raw. I’m on PreP.”

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( inxspacetime​ )

Drew’s eyes widened for a moment, shaking his head as the events of the last couple of hours played back in his head. “If only you were able to see the hell-night I’ve had.” A deep breath was exhaled, looking to the damage done to the truck he currently sat in. “I swear I was one popped tire away from driving right into the river. I haven’t done a job this fucked since back in Chicago.” And that was a thought triggering enough to finally reach for the pre-roll that sat in the chest pocket of his suit. He lit it as Lex explained why he was still hanging around, taking a few drags before offering to the other. “Ahh, how noble of you. If it were me I would’a let the guy bleed out. He’s the reason everything went left the way it did.”

His words were harsh, a little harsher than usual. He was still in the process of calming down from everything. Illegal activity was a part of nearly everything he did — but none of the crimes he did day to day never included murder. He’s only killed one person before that night, and that wasn’t even on purpose. The feeling it left him with was a powerful one, but at the same time it hollowed him completely. He was only just beginning to feel somewhat normal – he heard the sirens circle around the warehouse three times already, if they were onto where they were they would have already raided the spot. Hopefully the weed would do something to help the paranoia because it had to be bad if someone else was able to point it out.

He looked back to Lex, possibly the only newcomer that actually had a clue what they were doing. They knew each other for a little while, but only recently did he start working for his uncle. It was definitely nice to have a familiar face around that he wasn’t looking to punch — a list that only seemed to be shrinking after this latest job. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the suggestion he gave as to what the money was for. He shook his head slowly. “Most of it’s for the boss, but best believe I’m taking a cut for myself.” He looked over at the bills, then to the pile he was already making for himself. He then looked back to Lex, biting on the inside of his cheek before he continued. “You doing anything after this? My place isn’t too far from here. Can count up my pile and see if I got enough.”

Lex had seen many people come and go throughout the warehouse, leaving out on a variety of excursions per the request or demand of the big boss. Seldom were anything so serious and no such instance seemed to go so awry as this one. To say the least, it was befuddling. Drew was certainly . . . different than he usually was. “Consider it a gesture of good faith; I’m giving him another opportunity to be a proper meat-shield,” he replied coolly. He took the offered joint and put it between his lips, inhaling smoothly and letting the familiar motion ease him into a more comfortable state as he took his first hit. When he let out a billowing smog away from the face of his friend, he allowed himself a brief moment of rare sincerity. “You don’t have to talk about what happened but . . . I’m here if you want to.”

Getting a read on a person and their needs was part of the job that he’d learned to abuse a long time ago. It was a skill he valued, one that had gotten him out of many sticky situations and placed him in positions for great opportunities. In this moment, he wanted to use it to comfort. He didn’t ordinarily do feelings; he didn’t like the way they complicated things and it was a simpler life to keep everyone at arm’s length. Drew was an exception. The gravitational weight of their connection left them orbiting around each other in a dance as old as time. Lex knew it would be sticky, a tangling of business and pleasure that would leave the two cocooned like prey to a spider and yet . . . he couldn’t help but want to see where if it ended differently.

He took another drag and hummed throughout the exhale, curiosity piqued at what job awarded them such a hefty payout. He didn’t ask. If it were information he was meant to be privy to, it would eventually come out to him. “Inviting me over and willing to pay? I’m starting to think you actually want to fuck me.” The words were followed by a low mirthful snort as he took one final drag and held the joint out to Drew. He leaned into the space between then, slight smile on his face as he eyed the other man carefully. “Don’t tell me you’re sweet on me now, are you?” he asked with a hint of a tease. “I’ll bite. My plans for the night were pretty loose and I prefer to keep things nice and tight.”

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( courtesons​ )

They say sometimes shock, panic or adrenaline could wear away the effects of alcohol and have someone focus. But apparently for Owen it was when a handsome man teased him that suddenly he didn’t feel quite so tipsy or sleepy as his half lidded eyes now seemed to flutter open and a slow smirk began to pass over his lips at the questions. One of his large hands that had been around his waist slowly slid down Lex’s body…travelling lower and lower, taking its time before suddenly squeezing that toned, covered ass with a rough motion as he breathed right up against his ear at the same time.

“You think I need to claim you, pretty boy?” He grunted with a grin as he brought his hand down hard onto that toned ass. “Want me to mark you, brand you…make it clear who you belong to - who owns you?” He whispered against his ear, smirking the entire time before letting his lips and teeth leave quite the bruise and mark right on that beautiful neck. All the while his hand was tugging down those pants roughly until that muscular ass and beautiful cock of Lex’s were free. “Mmm, poor little boy just wondering around waiting for someone to show him his place…but don’t worry now, Daddy’s found you and Daddy’s going to show you just who you belong to” He teased right against his ear.

Being in such close proximity to someone meant touches being rather intimate was perfectly within reason. Lex had expected hands to roam, lips to linger against his skin, yet when fingers pressed hard into the meat of his ass with a level of absolute conviction, the younger man’s breath hitched in his throat. Someone’s awake now. The thought was only further confirmed with a much clearer, much less groggy voice resonating directly into his ear. Unsure of what invigorated the man, Lex wasn’t about to complain about getting a welcomed, albeit unexpected, amount of attention from Owen.

A strike to his ass caused him to whimper and instantly, Lex understood that this was a show of dominance unlike that of the initial wrapping of Owen’s arms around him. The man wanted submission and such a treat would not come without its challenges. “It seems more clear to me that you want to own me more than I want to be owned,” he bit back in taunt, further lifting his chin so Owen had access to his throat to mark and bruise up at his leisure. Lex’s own hand slid down to palm at the other man’s growing bulge. The other hand moved to lift Owen’s chin so that they could lock eyes. He held him there in a grey-blue stare, red hot intensity wafting off the two of them so thick, it would need a chainsaw to pierce through. “If Daddy want’s submission, he’s going to have to earn it . . . you’re going to have to do a lot more than just teasing to have me the way you want me.” There was a fire burning behind his eyes. “Come on now . . . I won’t break easily.”

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( courtesons​ )

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Normally Owen did a decent enough job handling himself at these kinds of events, having done them so much beforehand as a businessman. But sometimes you have an off day and the lure of alcohol to muffle out the bullshit is too great to ignore. So he’d perhaps gotten a little more tipsy than usual, only stopping himself from getting completely pie-eyed when a handsome younger man he didn’t recognize caught his eye. Lex. That’s what he’d called himself, he’d noticed him a couple of times distancing himself from everyone and seemingly bored by everything and everyone that night. So perhaps being the one man who catch his eye and his attention that had been quite the ego boost.

Alas there hadn’t been much Owen could do about it, his earlier antics with alcohol had left him limited in conversation styles and eventually falling asleep during the cab ride back. Beyond that point he didn’t remember really much, a strange sensation similar to floating before coming to just enough to realize he was in his own bed - sprawled out and a warm hand on his own pulling away and that wouldn’t do. He enjoyed the warmth. So instead he tugged the warm body back towards him, enough force to have Lex tumbling into the bed and wrapped up in Owen’s burly arms - dragged up against his chest and held there.

“Who needs sheep? Have you…pretty warmth” He have mumbled, lips pressing into Lex’s neck and humming happily before saying one word in a drunken slumber that had a lot of weight to it. “Mine.”

Lex wouldn’t have gone so far as to call himself drunk. He was tipsy at least, the endless supply of alcohol at his disposal did lead to him drinking his fair share but he wasn’t allowed to be sloppy around his family members’ business associates. Being the black sheep was bad enough . . . he wasn’t in the market for adding any more adjectives to the title. That didn’t stop him from having his fill, though. He simply wasn’t at the same level of apparent inebriation as Owen. The edges of his vision were a little blurry, head hazy in a way that wasn’t majorly inconveniencing, and his steps were a bit crooked, but he could hold up Owen as he moved.

A man of Owen’s size was no featherweight to fireman carry. Absentmindedly, Lex wondered if he could bring this up with his personal trainer and claim it as his arms and shoulders day workout. Thinking more on it made the younger man wonder if Owen would be up for letting him use him for squat day. It was such an odd and random thought but maybe the older gentleman would be a good sport and entertain him. Lex would of course repay him in a different kind of squat, of course.

As he set the drunken man on the bed and moved to slip away, he was suddenly pulled forward and surrounded by metaphorical pythons within seconds. He barely had the wind in his lungs to gasp, let alone make any indication of discomfort but the moment he was horizontal, he found himself letting out a laugh just for himself. Soft lips were pressed against the column of his throat and the sweetest words were said into the pale skin there, only furthering the laugh escaping Lex. “Is that your way of staking you claim?” he asked, voice more humored than annoyed as he settled into his position. He imagined if he really wanted to, he’d be able to weasel his way out of the grip he was in but it wouldn’t be an easy feat. “Going to make me yours, hm?”

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( txbooboys​ )

Vigilante huffed. “Morale was totally fine before. We’re all best friends so I don’t even know why we’d need help with that.” He glanced up from his blade as the other suddenly talked about sex and his brows furrowed beneath his mask. “Wait… we’re meant to fuck you? Isn’t that like prostitution or something? Cause I can totally get laid without paying for it.” He sheathed his blade and stood up, approaching the other. “Plus I only like fucking dudes who are into me. So like… are you into me?” He tilted his head, though he wasn’t sure how the other could answer given he was still fully masked. 

“So you think . . . and yet, here I am.” The only person that Lex thought could match the level of earnest confusion Vigilante displayed was his brother. They both took things at face value when it came to social understandings. It was strangely endearing but such a thing was easily exploitable and Lex could commit to a bit for far longer than anyone should. As he listened to the man work out what Shadowblight’s purpose was, thick eyelashes blanketed over humored eyes. “I’ve been fucked by my fair share of masked men, so probably. Besides, if you’re half as winsome under there as you are oblivious, you’re most likely my type,” he replied, leaning back in his seat and kicking his legs up on the table before him. His arms folded behind his head as he sat in leisure. “Are you getting curious about the authenticity of my claims?”

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( ofmusingsxandmayhem​ )

Matt felt his grip on the steering wheel tighten for a moment, before he released it and brought one to his face as he took a deep breath. “You’re actively trying to get on my last nerve now, aren’t you? And you can tell it’s working. I know that you know.” Matt scoffed, reaching forward and pressing the off button on the stereo to shut off the music with a smirk. “But not anymore. Alright, so instead of being an ass and playing terrible music, why don’t you pull up the map and see where the nearest service station is, because I’m starving.” 

Enjoying that simple pleasure of having irritated Matt in such a mild way was enough to break through the show of innocence and cause Lex to erupt into a full body laugh. He never took things too far but there were moments where his toes were married to the line drawn in the sand. “I’m sorry; I’m sorry! You just make it so easy,” he said between mirthful exhales of air. Lex was settling down now, cheeks and tips of ears as rosy as strawberry wine. The phone in his hand was already loading up the map. It didn’t take long to find the nearest service station. “Uh...six miles, grumpy cat.” There was a pause. “We’re not actually gonna sit here in silence, are we? I’ve got Elton John and an apology kiss. Just wanted a cheeky giggle first.”

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Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Tangerine in the trailer for Bullet Train (2022)