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༺ — ;; ☩ ;; — ༻ ::  kosta was overwhelmed after that night, he felt delighted; full of life. just the complete opposite of what denver was feeling. the days went by and his thoughts were still filled with the petite male, filled with his sapphire eyes, his tan skin and his broken, squeaky voice. he seemed to be obsessed with the boy it was all so sick and wonderful at the same time, but that's just how things are with kosta ;; sick and wonderful. it took kosta a little while to find out what school denver went to, but after that everything was so damn easy. he would just follow him around, until he was absolutely sure of what the other did at all times. he mentally noted the places he went to, when he went out. which was rarely, because he spent most of his time at school and at then at home. he didn't seem to do anything interesting with his life. he could only imagine why. after a good few months of just watching him, he had made the final decision. he had to keep him for good. hands wrapped around steering wheel, emerald hues covered by dark sun-glasses, and a hat over his chocolate curls. he was just waiting for the moment denver walked out of the building, and there he was. he let him walk a little bit, before his black car started to head his way, but he made sure to keep his distance.

and it’s safe to say that denver was majorly traumatized by the incident, his usual cheery attitude diminishing until he just started keeping to himself. every noise made him flinch, and instead of going out and spending time with his friends, he opted for staying holed up in his room, too scared to fall asleep because he knew his dreams would be filled with the same emerald hues and curly locks that he’d dreamed about the nights prior. he’d just finished another day of school, books held to his chest tightly as he began his long walk home(he dreaded this part of the day, for obvious reasons), eyes trained on the ground as he tried to keep his mind of the fact that he was completely alone and vulnerable.

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༺ — ;; ☩ ;; — ༻ ::  He was totally not expecting to hear those words out of the young boy's mouth. He expected something like, ' I'll give you anything, but please let me go 'or ' don't do this to me, I have done nothing to you. ' Actually he expected anything to come out of his mouth, pleas, cries, screams. He could even see him praying or something, but he didn't see that one coming; requesting to be allowed to suck his damn cock. That was not right, what the actual fuck was wrong with him? Why would he want to do that, that's not what was supposed to happen. He was not supposed to want this, he was supposed to be disgusted, to be upset, or just feel helpless; like he had been efficiently showing moments ago. He was supposed to be against all of this, but yet there he was wanting to suck him off. It made his jade eyes flutter open, and defined brows furrow together into a deep, and rather confused frown. His satisfaction almost faded away, as his jaw clenched with great force. His eyes burnt fiercely onto the boy's tanned skin as he watched him, trying to look for anything that would betray him and his little act. Any facial expression that would show discomfort or pain, in any kind of way. His big hand was still hovering over the other's petite one, firmly continuing to press him against his crotch. He stared. He can't help himself as his eyes immediately close again, the boy's fingers squeezing around his length feel so good. He's actually quite tempted to agree, to let him suck him off, let him get away with it, because he knows it will be just amazing. He knows it will be something that will pleasure him just like he desires, how he likes it. The other's pink lips wrapping around him, his blue eyes looking up at him as he starts to take him ----god. He really wants to see that happen. ---He has to focus, continue what he was meant to do ages ago, what he was supposed to do since he got home, since he saw him out there in the streets. He has given so much time, he's saved him so much pain already, but not anymore. He'll get it done, no matter what. He bit on his lesser lip harshly, using all his willpower to move the boy's hand away from his crotch.                        ❝Maybe another day, kid.                       For now... I've got different plans.                  Which I'm sure you'll love almost as you'd                           like sucking me off.❞ With that said, Kosta proceeded to grip the boy's legs and hair, and forcefully and with a lot of effort turn him on his belly, ass up for him to see. He gulped, mesmerized at his sight, after a few seconds, he finally proceeded to reach one of his hands out, and hook his fingers to his boxer's waist-band; just like that, he tugged them down.

          “Don’t——…p-please don’t hurt me again.”

God, and he’s just so fucking scared, is the thing.  Usually he has no problem pretending that he’s into something of this sort, considering in his line  of work the client’s pleasure comes first, no matter  what. And sure, he supposes he could act like he was enjoying himself at the moment as well, if he really wanted to, but it’s the fact that he knows that the other is going to fuck him either way that really  gets to him. You see, even though his only purpose is to serve his customers when he’s working, he still has a lot of say in what goes on, or rather what their  limits are — but now, now he knows that this is  happening against his will, and that thought makes  his stomach twist. Denver knows his strength  doesn’t stand a change up against the older male’s and so he barely even struggles when his hand is roughly placed against the other’s growing hard on, his eyes scrunching shut out of pure embarrassment  and disgust. He couldn’t believe that this was happening, that he was powerless against the curly haired lad’s movements. The petite boy needed to stop this, needed to stop the stranger from going  any further, and he knew the only way to do so was  to negotiate. So with one last sniffle, Denver slowly  let his red rimmed hues flutter open, eyebrows  furrowing upon seeing the look of pure satisfaction etched onto his kidnapper’s face, like he was  completely oblivious of Denver’s discomfort, before  letting out a shaky breath. 

          “Let me s-suck you off…please.”

He knew it wasn’t much of a compromise, considering he’d still be doing something he didn’t want to do. And  maybe suggesting such a thing would just give the  stranger more ideas, but if there was anyway that  Denver could get him off without having the other go  anywhere near his arse well, you could bet he would try.  Besides, a blowjob would be quick and easy — and  much less painful then what was planned to happen. Of course if he’s going to try and persuade the other it  had to be believable, so with a swift lick of his lips,  Denver is going to squeeze his fingers around the male’s  length gently, tiny palm working itself against it slowly.

           ”————…I want t-to.”

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                                                         I

                                                    am the

                                           —♛ monster ♛—

                                                 parents tell

                                                their children

                                                   about at

                                                 「 night. 」

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༺ — ;; ☩ ;; — ༻ ::  "Unlike you, I don't seek to                                    prove others that I'm smarter than                                    them. I don't care if you think I'm an idiot                                    or not. As long as I know the truth, though; not                                    realizing you're being an idiot is way worse. --Which                                    actually seems to be your case. Poor  l i t t l e  girl."

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                  ——❝Repeating what I say                       as questions, doesn’t actually                       makes you sound any smarter.❞

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༺ — ;; ☩ ;; — ༻ ::    "The real question is ;                                    do you need help connecting                                                yours?"

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                  ——❝Your brain isn’t even                     connected to your mouth,                                  is it?❞

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༺ — ;; ☩ ;; — ༻ ::  "I have to admit that you                                       overcome me on that."

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                  ——❝You’re an idiot.❞

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༺ — ;; ☩ ;; — ༻ ::     And the smile is still resting on his features,                                         just as if her smirk isn't making him feel any                                         emotion. Just as if the way she holds up the                                         object doesn't bother him, because he really                                         doesn't want her to see him when he's not                                         amused, that would lessen his probabilties                                         of getting what she has.

                        "Yes, I mean that.                           Will ya' give it to me,                                  then?"     His tone of voice is calm, even his   face is calm. He doesn't not portray   any of his true emotions such as ;     a n n o y a n c e  &  e x a s p e r a t i o n.

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                Zoey looked down in her hands at the object                  the stranger apparently had wanted, looking     ��           back up at him with a blink of her devious eyes.                 Of course- he was really attractive but it was                  going to take a lot more than a bashful look                 to get what he wanted.

                   ”Oh- you mean… this?”

   She holds up the small object to him with a devilish    smirk upon her lips. Oh she’s really playing a game    here.

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༺ — ;; ☩ ;; — ༻ :: “Excuse me, darling.”                                                                                             He started to say, that cheeky                                               grin of his adorning his features,                                               just like he wanted. Just the way                                               he needed them to be to get what                                               he wanted, and now; it happened to                                               be what the stranger had in hands.

                    “You see…I kind of need that,                    and I’m sure you wouldn’t mind                            like… handing it over, now would ya’?”                                 { he is just trying to charm them up.                he is trying to be as polite he can be            and yeah.. he thinks it’s working. }

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Do you have any other rp blogs or is this your only one? x

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i want to reply to the starter but at the same time i dont do u feel

REPLY TO IT AND I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER.HE’LL BE NICE, I PROMISE X

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༺ — ;; ☩ ;; — ༻ ::             s a t i s f a c t i o n .

              That's the only word that can currently describe what travels through the male's body as the feathery haired teenager is finally doing as he says, as he is finally stopping his attempts to get away. He feels satisfied, and that's what only matters in his head; his own satisfaction, his own needs and desires. As it has obviously been noticed before, he has no intentions of pleasing the other with anything, for the moment at least he is going to focus on himself and what he is going to do. He's got to be careful after all, he doesn't want this to get out, right? He bit on his lower lip, before throwing the jeans he had in hands aside, as well as his shoes. His eyes go up and down his tanned legs, feeling so mesmerized. He wants them wrapped around his waist, he wants to run his fingertips over his soft skin and to simply wreck him already.

                          "Just stop it with the pleas, sweetie.                            You won't get anything if you continue                            nothing other than another reprimand,                            though this time it won't be as weak."

                He spoke with an undecipherable emotion in his tone of voice. His eyes admired one last time the boy's tanned body, before he proceeded to get rid of his own pants, pulling them off as fast as he could, and still remaining on top of the other boy. Soon enough, he was just in his black boxer briefs, a semi-erection being noticeable under the fabric. A low chuckle rolled off his lips as he reached out for one of the boy's hands, gripping it tightly and forcefully pulling it down to press against his growing hard on, his eyes closing briefly a he palmed himself with the stranger's hand. "It's better if you're a good boy." He breathed out, "We both know you want this as much as I do." And he knows that's not true, not one bit, but he just wants to get to the boy's nerves, he wants to tease him. "You want this." He repeated, pressing the boy's hand harder against his shaft, a hum erupting from his mouth. "You do." Maybe if he keeps repeating it, the other will believe it, at least for a little while.. or maybe not..

        And he’s not expecting it when he feels a large hand come in contact with the side of his face, immediately sending a warm burst of heat throughout his cheek as a loud yelp emits from his cherry colored brims. It almost as if it happens in slow motion, really, and he’s too much shock to realize the male had released his wrists—— so instead of automatically going to push at the curly haired lad’s chest, the petite boy opts for bringing his tiny hands up to cup at his abused cheek shakily, his lower lip trembling softly. It’s sort of a wake up call for him, the slap that is, and he realizes that there’s no way out of this, and that if he continues to struggle and disobey, that his kidnapper most definitely wont hesitate to worsen the punishment to much worse than a mere slap across the face. He doesn’t trust himself to speak at the moment, but he really doesn’t want to anger him any more, so with another soft sniffle, Denver’s nodding softly at his words.

                                       ”P-…please..———”

      And it seems as though he’s given up completely, going limp and pliant against the other’s touch as he mutters out the soft plea, feeling nimble fingers pluck away at the button and zipper of his pants and roughly start to pull them down his tanned legs. He’s given all he possibly could in attempts to push the other away, tried his hardest to escape the clutches of this horrible stranger, but it seems as though every single one has failed so of course he’s just stopped trying, letting out soft whimpers as the larger male finishes undressing him. Denver’s quite literally lost all hope in getting out of this, and no matter how terrified he is, he knows he better just comply to what the other says before he makes it worse. 

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༺ — ;; ☩ ;; — ༻ ::  "Then, there's no date ; just                                       acquaintances going for dinner."

              He stated, the grin no longer adorning his features. No dimples showing any more, but he was not angry... there just wasn't any reason to keep grinning, there was not need to. Plus, he would look rather creepy if he just smiled all the time, right? That would be just weird, no one smiles all the time, well some times the people that are in love, but that's not the case in here and even then; they don't smile all the time.

                                       "Oh, but it is -- it is completely fair, because                                          I'm not adding anything that wasn't agreed                                          to do before. You are going to let me paint                                          your pretty self, and I'll take you out for                                          dinner. Ta-da, not big science. --Although,                                          I'm letting you know that I'll be painting you                                          how I think it's the best way --my way, no                                          change this or change that, okay?"             Oh, shut up Kosta.                You just want to see him                      naked, for fuck's sakes!

    Louis chuckled when Kosta put the word ‘date’ out there, but he didn’t comment on it right away. Instead, he smiled some more as the boy agreed. Louis nodded some and uttered another ‘Yes’. It was pointless, but who cared. 

    Louis’ attention went back to Kosta when he mentioned conditions. He listen attentively, but by the end of it he was out of words. What did that even—-He chuckled off the train of thoughts that question opened the door for. “That so called dinner, is not necessarily a date” he said playfully, sort of confident. “I happen to be a human with basic needs, so that you know. And— how is that fair? I’m letting you paint me already, I think that make us even” Louis said calmly, a smile appearing on his face..though, he did wondered what Kosta had in mind.

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Harry Styles at the gym in Buenos Aires, Argentina  ( May 3r, 2014. )  xx

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༺ — ;; ☩ ;; — ༻ ::  The tall male raised both of his brows in a questioning, yet kind of amused manner. The feathery haired male; the boy that apparently went by the name of Louis wanted Kosta to take him out on a d a t e , and in return he would allow him to paint him?-- That sounded fair enough if he was being honest. Though he would love to add some fun into the challenge.

              "If you want to go out on a date with me all you had to do is say so ; no need to condition me and all." He teased as he smiled a tiny bit, dimples coming into view. "Whatsoever, dinner sounds absolutely great with me. --Tonight, right? Yes." His smile has faltered a bit, but his face has no hint of being unamused.

                Kosta loved the way his name was pronounced with Louis' voice, he loved how squeaky it was. He loved how the other male seemed to be so fragile, so innocent and naive. It was awesome, it was just what he was looking for. Just what he loved to have. That's what he desired, and what he would get. He would make sure to get Louis, not matter what it took, he would mark him. He would take him under his claws .

                             "Ah-ah-ah." He raised a finger, shaking his head some.                                    "But I have my own conditions ; I take you out                                      on that so called dinner you want, but you'll                                      let me paint you they way  I want."

      Louis just fucking couldn’t help the smile that plastered on his face every time Kosta -at least the stranger had a name now- pronounced his name -or anything, if you ask me..-

     ”Pleasure to meet you too..Kosta” he said savouring the way his name left his lips. He didn’t fully understand why he was feeling and acting this way, why he found the new acquaintance so.. captivating and endearing. Maybe it was the way he talked or the way he looked at him, Louis wasn’t sure. His little heart racing at the sight of a smile and his little brain telling him to be careful wasn’t helping Louis at all. 

Louis crystal blue eyes scanned the other’s features carefully. There was an urge in Louis to find out more about the man and maybe he shouldn’t give in to urges but hell, he was out of the UK, off of band duties for a couple of days so.. he might as well explore New York.

    “Dinner..or takeaway” he said, challenging the other. “Then you can paint me.”