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Jiho looked over at the other, a warm smile on his face. He could see how the other looked around the apartment, rather pleased with himself for what he had picked out. The penthouse was private and had security that would make it easier for them to come and go without catching unwanted attention. It was also close to his apartment so he would have no trouble sneaking out to visit Jax whenever he wanted. Despite all his nerves and reservations, Jiho had thought everything through to the very last detail. He wasn't just doing this to pay for Jax's services, he also wanted the other to enjoy it. Jiho had been raised to think of himself as a provider, and now he had someone to provide for. It was just another part of their deal that managed to benefit his desires.
Tilting his head as he watched the other talk about escaping and conditions, Jiho just shrugged. "I trust you." Surely it was stupid of him, but he didn't care. Jax made him feel good, so he had no reason to try and shortchange the man. "I've got all the bills for this place set up on my account also. I really want you to enjoy this place. So please, tell me anything that isn't to your liking. It might take time, but I'll try and resolve it." He waited until the other finished signing before stepping forward. His hand hesitated for a few moments before it landed gently on the other's lower back. He leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to the other's cheek.
"I have my own place, of course, but my hope is to spend some nights here. If you don't mind that is. I understand if you need some nights to yourself." Even if they were exclusive, that didn't mean Jax would want to see him all the time. Jiho knew that he could be clingy if he didn't keep it in check, but he was trying. While he might have been paying for Jax's attention and affection, he did want the other to be happy. Reaching down, Jiho grabbed the signed papers and put them in a folder, sliding them into his briefcase. He'd have to get them processed later, but that was for later. Right now, his focus was almost entirely on Jax. He stood a bit awkwardly, suddenly realizing he didn't actually know what to do at this point. "I don't have any meetings until this afternoon. I was hoping to stay for a bit. Answer any questions or help you get comfortable. I don't know." He rubbed the back of his neck, giving a nervous chuckle. "Sorry. I'm still getting used to... well all of it."
Jax stood there, the warmth of Jiho's hand lingering on his lower back like a brand. The ghost of that soft kiss still tingles against his cheek. He didn't move for a long second, caught off guard by the simplicity of the gestureâŚthe gentleness of it, the way Jiho had touched him like he was something to be careful with instead of something to be used. It was throwing him off balance in ways he hadn't anticipated. Jax forced himself to breathe, to slip into what he was hired to do. The older man was fidgeting with his briefcase, that awkwardness creeping back in, and there was something so endearingly human about it that Jax felt that annoying warmth flare up in his chest again. He needed to get a handle on that before it became a problem.
"Hey." Jax's voice came out softer than he'd intended. He stepped closer, closing the gap Jiho had left between them, and reached out to gently tug at the edge of Jiho's sleeveâŚa small, grounding touch, for him or Jiho? He couldn't tell anymore. "I'd love it if you stayed." He paused, letting his hand slide down to take Jiho's, threading their fingers together. âHow about we watch a movie?" He squeezed Jiho's hand and gave him a soft smile. "Come on." Jax tugged him gently toward the sprawling leather couch that dominated the living area. He dropped onto it, pulling Jiho down beside him, and snuggled up to him. His eyes immediately caught the remote to the huge mounted television on the coffee table in front of them and snagged it. âMm, baby, what was your favorite movie growing up? Let's watch it.â
garam wished he could say he'd slept, but that would have been a lie. a few times throughout the night he'd felt himself drifting off, only for his body to jolt awake the second he started sinking too deep. eventually he'd given up on forcing it, spending the rest of the night tangled in his sheets, rolling from one side of the bed to the other until the fabric was twisted beyond recognition. at some point he must have managed to doze off. when he opened his eyes again, pale morning light was spilling through the curtains. for a moment he just stared at the ceiling, disorientated, listening to the muffled sounds coming from elsewhere in the apartment. a voice carried faintly through the wall. sleep deprivation made his thoughts slow enough that, for one alarming second, he thought angel had tracked darius down and invited him over so garam could apologize in person. the idea alone was enough to make his stomach knot. only after reaching for his phone did reality catch up with him. he realized he'd never taken it off silent, immediately switched the ringer back on, then noticed the messages waiting for him. the bed feels empty. morning. maintenance is handling the door today. camera installed. there was coffee. and apparently a new roommate rule. garam read through the texts twice before lowering the phone. a breath left him that he hadn't realized he'd been holding. just angel. no strangers. no uncomfortable explanations. no third person in the room making him feel too large and too small all at once. just angel. the smell of coffee and pancakes hit him the moment he opened his bedroom door. warm, sweet, familiar. it practically pulled him down the hallway. by the time he reached the kitchen, he was still half asleep, dressed only in a pair of shorts. his hair stuck up in several directions, evidence of his restless night. he looked rough around the edges, but for once he didn't immediately retreat behind a carefully constructed version of himself. his gaze found angel first. standing there with coffee, moving around the kitchen like he'd been awake for hours, looking frustratingly put together for someone who'd gone through everything they had the night before. something in garam's chest eased. he set his phone down on the table before wandering closer. closer than necessary. stopping directly in front of angel, he planted both hands on the counter, effectively boxing angel in between his arms. no touching. just near enough to test whether the distance would be welcomed or rejected. "you've had a busy morning." his voice was rough from sleep, quieter than usual. a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he tilted his head toward the mountain of pancakes. "you don't expect me to eat all of that, do you?" he asked. "the stack's nearly my height." his eyes flicked back to angel. "you trying to make sure i never leave the apartment again?"
Angel listened as Garam set his phone down on the table, then wandered closer. Closer than necessary, as he could feel the heat from his body. He turned from th counter, and Angel's breath caught faintly as Garam planted both hands on the counter. Caging him in, close enough that Angel could see the lack of sleep on his face, the slightly chapped quality of his lips. The proximity sent a jolt through him. Dammit, he's cute. A reminder that they were still navigating this new, fragile space between them. You've had a busy morning. When Garam's voice came out rough and sleepy, it felt intimate. Then came the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth, aimed at the mountain of pancakes. You don't expect me to eat all of that, do you? The stack's nearly my height. Angel took a minute to respond. This was what always got him in trouble with Garam. Suddenly, the only thing he wanted to eat was right in front of him. The image of Garam on the tableâŚAngel shook his head slightly as if shaking the thought loose and huffed a soft laugh. The sound surprised even him. He set his mug down, letting himself be boxed in, making no move to create distance. The warmth of Garam's forearms bracketed him on either side, and he could smell the sleep still clinging to his skin. This was going to be hard. "That's the goal, yeah," Angel said, voice low, a hint of tired humor threading through. "Strawberries have vitamins. Pancakes have carbs. Coffee has caffeine. It's a balanced meal if you don't think about it too hard." His eyes traced over Garam's face now, a cheap attempt to distract his thoughts. The shadows beneath his eyes, the way his lids still looked heavy, the slight redness around his lashes that suggested at least a few tears had fallen during the night. He didn't sleep well either, Angel realized, chest tightening. Or barely. Angel's hand lifted before he consciously decided it, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from Garam's forehead, tucking it behind his ear with a gentleness that made his own throat tighten. The pad of his thumb grazed the shell of Garam's ear, featherlight, lingering. "Let's eat. I need you to eat at least one full pancake," Angel said sternly but quietly, dropping his hand back to the counter, letting it rest close to Garam's forearm without quite touching. Even with all of Garamâs hair sticking up, Angel found him endearing. "In regard to keeping you in the apartment. I just wanted to do something nice for you. Make sure you started the day knowing someone was thinking about you." Angel's gaze held Garam's, soft, tired, open in a way that felt vulnerable but necessary. "Eat with me," Angel said, not a command this time, just an invitation, his voice quieter than he intended. "Please. Then we can figure out the rest of the day together." He turned slightly, reaching for a second mug, filling it with coffee the way Garam liked it, and slid it across the counter toward him. He walked over and pulled out the otherâs chair before going to his own. The morning light filtered through the kitchen windows, casting everything in a pale gold glow. The scent of butter and vanilla still lingered, warm and inviting. For the first time in what felt like forever, the apartment didn't feel like a battleground or a hiding place. It just felt like home, especially with Garam.
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" Ahhh Fuck Perfection."
There was not much that could be truly said, yet the man was strong in a way that was hard to understand, and the power that seemed to leak from him was overwhelming. Part of him wanted to submit to the hybrid fully, while another wanted to control him, yet they were all him and his yearning to be at the side of his alpha. A battle was coming, and all he wanted was Angel and the thick, leaking pipe deep within him as he bounded against the man.
" My bybrid, My wolf.. My Angel."
Angel snarled with primal pleasure as he slammed his throbbing cock deep into Ricardo in one brutal thrust, the princeâs walls feeling like they were made to be claimed. His large hands pinning those smooth thighs wide apart while he drove in harder with each snap of his hips, the slick sounds of his master essence joining filling the air as he fucked his master relentlessly against the edge. He leaned over Ricardoâs body beneath him, teeth sinking into his skin to mark what was his. Savoring the taste of the salt and need on his tongue as his shaft pulsed and leaked inside of the other. Every stroke pushing him closer to the edge.
"Mine,"
Angel growled against Ricardo's ear, his voice rough with control and lust, pounding faster now. The desk creaked beneath them both.
âCome for me masterâ
Dacre hummed back in response with a playful smile on his face. "I was always a message away," Dacre grinned, running his hands through Howell's hair.
âYea but I can't do this in a message,â he hummed as he lowered to the floor, his knees pressing into the carpet as he buried his face between the man's cheeks. His tongue dragging over his entrance.
closed starter for @ang3lmoans | jax/jiho
Ever since their first meeting, Jax had been front and center in Jiho's mind. He had never felt the ways that Jax had managed to make him feel and it was hard to get it off of his mind. He had gotten a contract in place and sent that to Jax, followed shortly by some potential listings. After Jax had signed it and picked out his favorites, Jiho had taken time to find the apartment that suited both of their needs. It had all the amenities that Jax requested plus it was a short ride from his office. Plus it was on the top floor which made windows a non-issue. It wasn't like anyone would ever be able to see inside of the place.
Checking his phone, Jiho noticed the car he had sent was arriving. Trying his best to look relaxed, Jiho took a seat on the couch, sipping at a glass of whiskey. When he heard the door open, he quickly jumped to his feet, walking towards the other. "Hello! Welcome." He still wasn't totally sure how to act, but he was much more comfortable now that they weren't in his office. "I have all the papers to sign the place over to you. It's all paid off and it will be totally yours. Exactly what was promised."
Jax had expected the apartment to be nice. He had not expected this. The car ride over had been quiet, giving him far too much time to think. The signed contract sat in his inbox. The first payment of allowance had already hit his account. For the first time in months, he wasnât wondering how he was going to pay rent or where his next meal was coming from. It should have felt like winning. Instead, there had been a strange knot in his stomach ever since heâd stepped into the elevator. He couldn't get Jiho out of his head after leaving his office that night. It wasn't about the sex or even the deal. But how Jiho looked and said afterwards. It stuck with Jax.
The penthouse was ridiculous. Floor to ceiling windows stretched across one side of the living room, offering a view of the city that looked almost unreal from this height. Everything was polished, expensive, carefully designed. It looked like something out of a magazine. It didnât look like somewhere Jax should live. As he entered the apartment and saw Jiho it snapped him out of his thoughts. The sight of him made something unexpectedly warm settle in Jaxâs chest. It was annoying. Very annoying. Especially because Jiho looked genuinely excited. Jax slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he wandered further inside. âHey, sweetheartâ His eyes swept around the apartment again before returning to the older man. âWow...âThere was a low whistle as he shook his head. âThis place is insane.âWhen Jiho mentioned the papers, Jaxâs attention snapped back to him.
Jax stepped closer, accepting the folder Jiho held out. He flipped through the papers, though he barely read them. His eyes caught his own name on the ownership documents. Sole owner. No catches. No hidden clauses. Exactly what theyâd agreed on. That knot in his stomach tightened. âMost people wouldâve tried to sneak something in here.â Jax muttered as he looked up. âA condition. An escape clause. Some way to take it back.â His gaze lingered on Jiho for a second longer than necessary. âYou didnât.â Jax leaned down and signed the papers and handed them back to Jiho.
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Rico could only moan as his mind and body filled with lust, possibly from Angel or from someplace deep within himself. The craving for Angel was like a hunger that was present long before they met, and feeling the man inside of him was the only fill, but only for a short time, as he would easily crave more. Before his pants left his body, they burned away, ensuring nothing would get in the way of the pair and stop Rico from getting what he craved.
The alpha smiled against his lips, savoring the moan in Ricardo's breath as Angel's mouth traced down the curve of his jaw, teeth scraping over his skin before he soothed it with his tongue. Angel caught the taste of Ricardo on his tongue like a prayer, sliding his hand down between them, fingers wrapping around both their cocks together, the slick press of shaft against shaft making him both hiss. The craving between them was an ancient thing, older than the pack, older than the bond, a hunger that had existed in the space before there were words for it, and feeling his master this close, tasting his need on the air, Angel knew with certainty that this would never be enough but it was a start. He moved his hand and found his master lips again. He only moved his hands a couple of strokes before he laid his master back. His large hands grabbed Ricardoâs smooths thighs and pulled him to the edge.
âI want to truly hear youâ
Angel muttered, and without hesitation, slid into the other until he bottomed out.
garam followed a step behind him, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, shoulders drawn in tight despite the warmth of the building. he was tired enough that every word angel spoke seemed to take a second longer to register. you're eating something later. normally he would've argued. made some excuse. brushed it off with a joke. instead, all he managed was a quiet, reluctant hum on acknowledgment. the agreement felt foreign on his tongue. as they walked, garam kept his eyes fixed on the ground. the idea of work waiting for him on the other side of all this sat like a weight in his chest. schedules. cameras. emails. smiles. you don't have to perform being okay the second you get home. his throat tightened unexpectedly. "i don't know how not to," he admitted after a beat, voice rough from exhaustion. honest in a way he rarely allowed himself to be. because performing was easy. performing was familiar. people knew what to do with garam when he was smiling. the rest was harder. "it'll just be emails, i can't afford to keep people in the dark for too long." when they reached the apartment door, garam's eyes landed on the red paint. LIAR. it looked fresh against the door. his stomach dropped. of course. of course it had followed him home. his eyes flicked toward angel, waiting for some reaction that never came. not because angel didn't care⸺garam knew better than that⸺but because they were both too exhausted to carry one more thing tonight. something about the way angel looked, though, made garam's chest ache more than the graffiti itself. as angel unlocked the door and shuffled inside, garam lingered in the foyer for a second, staring once more at the ugly red letters before closing the door. for a moment there, he considered offering to clean it himself but he knew how angel would respond⸺it wasn't his responsibility nor his fault, management could take care of it, or he'd take care of it himself. the bags slipped from his hand onto the floor as he watched angel move to his room and then disappear from his sight. he followed slowly, stopping once he reached the door of the room he'd been given. he lingered in the hallway, staring at angel's bedroom door as though he were genuinely considering opening it. the answer was obvious. no. he shouldn't go in there. angel didn't want to share a bed anymore. they both needed space⸺needed room to heal from everything that had happened. that didn't make the distance any easier. it wasn't even far. just a few steps between them. yet somehow it felt like miles. for now, though, there was nothing he could do except live with it. with a quiet sigh, garam retreated to his room and shut the door behind him. he peeled off his sweats, dug out something more comfortable to change into, and eventually slipped beneath the covers. the sheets were too cold. the bed felt too big. he lay there motionless for a while, eyes fixed on the dark ceiling overhead. sleep didn't come. his thoughts were too loud for that. after a few moments, he reached for his phone and typed out a quick message. no bad dreams. i promise things will get better. he hit send. garam didn't wait for a reply. he didn't wait to see if angel had read it. instead, he placed the phone face down on the nightstand, closed his eyes, and tried not to think about how empty the room felt.
Angel didnât make it much farther than his bedroom door. The second it closed behind him, the exhaustion heâd been holding back crashed over him all at once. He didn't bother turning on the light. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the moon through the curtains. For a long moment, Angel just stood there, motionless. The red letters on the apartment door flashed through his mind. LIAR. A few weeks ago, it wouldâve sent him spiraling. But tonight? Tonight, he barely had enough energy to care. That realization bothered him more than the graffiti itself. Slowly, Angel sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed both hands over his face. His entire body ached. The conversation with Garam replayed in fragments, whether he wanted it to or not. The nightmare. The panic. The tears. The confession. I want more too. Angel groaned softly and dropped backward onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Everything felt complicated. Every answer seemed to create three more questions. And despite all of itâŚthe thought of Garam leaving had still felt worse. That was the part he couldnât stop coming back to. The room felt too quiet and too empty. As Angel closed his eyes, his phone buzzed against the nightstand. For a second, he considered ignoring it. Then it buzzed again two minutes later. With another sigh, he reached over blindly and grabbed it. The screen lit up his face. no bad dreams. I promise things will get better. Angel stared at the message for a long moment. Long enough for the screen to dim once before he tapped it awake again. His eyes stung for a moment before he blinked them away, because even after everything, Garam was still trying to take care of him. Angel shook his head softly, as his thumbs hovered over the keyboard. He deleted three responses, started over twice. Finally, he typed, âGet some sleep, Garam.â He stared at that too, it felt.. too distant. With a sigh, he added another line. âThe bed feels emptyâ The message sat there for a second, then Angel hit send before he could overthink it. Almost immediately afterward, he tossed the phone onto the mattress beside him. The ceiling came back into focus and then everyjng we black. Angel didn't remember falling asleep. But now Angel stirred away before the sun. For a few disorienting seconds, he just stared at the ceiling, unsure what had pulled him from sleep. Then he checked the clock, 4:57 a.m.and a groan escaped him. Angel sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face before climbing out of bed. He pulled on a pair of running shorts and a hoodie before quietly slipping out of his room. He needed his routine back, no matter how tired his body was. As he passed Garamâs bedroom door, he paused. Just listening, fighting the urge to knock. He hoped the other got some rest. Angel continued toward the front door. The red paint was still there. LIAR. The sight of it irritated him far more this morning than it had last night. Now that heâd slept, he actually had the energy to be angry. âAsshole,â he muttered under his breath, the headed outside. The cold morning air hit his lungs immediately. It felt good. Something uncomplicated. Angel took off down the sidewalk at an easy pace, letting the rhythm of his feet hitting pavement drown out everything else. For nearly an hour, he ran, mo overthinking, no dissecting conversations, just movement and cold morning air. By the time he returned, sweat dampened the back of his shirt, and his hair saturated in sweat. For the first time in days, his head felt marginally clearer. The call to the apartment manager happened the moment the office opened. Angel leaned against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee while waiting for someone to pick up âMorning, this is Angel from apartment 412.â âSomeone spray-painted our front door.â
âNo, weâre fine.â it in fact was not fine and his jaw tightened. âYeah. Red paint. Pretty obvious.â He glanced toward the entryway. âIâm sending pictures now.â A few minutes later, he had promises that maintenance would come by that morning to handle it. The Ring camera took longer. Mostly because Angel refused to read instructions until he absolutely had to. After fifteen minutes of stubbornness and mild swearing, he finally gave in and opened the manual. By eight oâclock, the camera was mounted and synced. He stood in the hallway testing it three separate times⌠then a fourth. Then once more, just to be certain. Only when he received the motion alerts correctly did he finally nod in satisfaction. âGood enough.â he muttered making a mental note to make sure Garam had access when he woke up. The smell of butter eventually filled the apartment. Then followed vanilla and another pot of coffee. Angel moved around the kitchen quietly. Pancakes and Strawberries, precisely what Garam had asked for. The strawberries were washed and sliced neatly and the pancakes stacked high enough to be slightly ridiculous for two people. Angel set the table, two plates, two mugs and two cups. Followed by forks and knifes. Orange juice waited in the fridge And coffee was reset The apartment slowly felt normal again, or at least closer to normal than it has felt in a bit. By the time everything was finished, Angel glanced at the clock. Angel grabbed his phone and sent a text to Garam, âMorning. Maintenance is handling the door today. Cameras installed.â Then another. âThereâs coffee. And before you try avoiding breakfast, I already made pancakes and strawberries. No disappearing into work until youâve eaten. Thatâs a roommate rule now.â Angel smiled and placed his phone down against the counter he was leaning against hoping that was enough to draw Garam out of his room if he was awake, if he even went to sleep.
Dacre chuckled and smirked, moaning softly. "I don't no about planning but scheming a bit yea," Dacre replied with another chuckle, pants tenting.
âOh my apologiesâŚschemingâ Howell smirked kissing down the man before him. His eyes landed on the tent forming in his pants. âMm I missed you todayâ he hummed pulling Darce to the edge of the bed. Removing his pants and underwear and one motion.
garam's expression shifted almost immediately at angel's response, subtle but noticeable in the way his jaw tightened before he looked away toward the window. streetlights slid across the glass in passing streaks, illuminating his face for only a second at a time before darkness swallowed it again. he understood what angel meant⸺that he should apologize himself instead of using angel as some sort of middleman⸺but it still left an unpleasant feeling sitting heavy in his chest. mostly because he was too embarrassed and he genuinely had no idea how he was even supposed to contact darius now. "yeah, well." his voice came out quieter this time, "it's not exactly like i can just call him." the words sounded more defensive than intended, and garam let out a small breath through his nose afterward, fingers tugging absently at the sleeve of his hoodie. he didn't miss the fact that angel was trying to make this easier on him. that somehow only made the guilt sit worse. at least hearing that darius wasn't scared off easily eased something slightly. not enough to make him feel good, but enough to loosen the tension in his shoulders by a fraction. garam stayed quiet after that, letting the silence settle back over them while the car rolled into the apartment complex. by the time angel asked what he wanted to do once they got home, garam looked exhausted all over again. his eyes drifted toward the apartment building ahead of them before he answered flatly, "sleep." honestly, he looked like he could barely keep himself upright long enough to make it inside but he'd somehow manage. "then i've got work to catch up on." the thought alone made him look irritated, mouth pulling into a faint frown. he'd have to use so much of his energy, that he was already lacking in, to pretend everything was okay. to pretend he was okay and that all that happened these past few days didn't actually happen so his viewers wouldn't suspect. he'd already posted enough to know he'd have some questions to answer to but he'd figure out what to say when the time came. "i've ignored everything for days now." when the engines shut off and angel asked about breakfast, garam didn't hesitate for a second as he shook his head and said, "i'm not hungry." because he wasn't, he couldn't even fathom the idea of eating right now. his attention drew elsewhere, looking around at all the parked cars as if he were searching for one in specific. "it's too early for food anyway." the excuse sounded thin even to him, but he still reached for the door handle before adding more quietly, "maybe later⸺pancakes a-and strawberries."
Angel glanced at Garam but kept quiet. Angel exhaled quietly through his nose, too exhausted to dig deeper into it tonight. When Garam answered that he couldnât exactly call Darius, Angelâs brows pulled together slightly, but he let the defensive edge pass without comment. They were both running on fumes at this point. Every emotion felt sharper than it should. âFair,â he murmured simply. He didnât push it further. The rest of the drive settled into tired silence, the kind that wasnât entirely uncomfortable anymore. Just heavy. By the time they pulled into the apartment complex, Angel felt like his body was operating almost entirely on instinct. Park. Turn off the car. Breathe. When Garam immediately said he wasnât hungry, Angelâs eyes flicked toward him automatically. He caught the excuse for what it was immediately. **Not hungry. Too early.** Angelâs jaw tightened slightly, but he forced himself not to react too strongly to it. Garam had literally just admitted what happened when left alone inside his own head too long. Pushing too hard right now would only make him retreat further. Still⌠ââŚYouâre eating something later,â Angel said quietly. Angel wasn't one to push or be harsh. But I seemed he needed to be slightly firm with Garam.
His tired gaze lingered on Garam for a second longer before softening slightly at the quieter addition. **Pancakes and strawberries.** Something in Angelâs chest eased at that. âOkay,â he said softly. âPancakes and strawberries.â Like he was committing it to memory. The car stayed quiet for another moment before Angel finally pushed the door open and stepped out regreatjnf to the back of the car to retrieve their things. The exhaustion did hit harder standing up, his entire body aching. As they started toward the entrance, Angel slowed slightly so Garam could keep pace beside him.âYou donât have to jump back into work immediately do you?,â he said after a moment, eyes forward. âThe world wonât implode if you disappear for another couple of days.â A faint, tired smile touched his mouth. He glanced sideways at him then, more serious again. âYouâre allowed to recover, Garam.â His voice softened. âYou donât have to perform being okay the second you get home.â He whispered they reached the door. As they approached the door Angel was too tired to react. The big red lettering was spray-painted across the door. L-I-A-R⌠Liar spelled out. He blinked and let out a long sigh as he fished his keys out of his pocket. Exhaustion was winning and his brain couldn't fathom getting upset. Once Angel got the door open and practically dropped the bags in the foyer and shuffled toward his room. âI'll call the landlord in the morning to get it cleaned. Good night Garamâ
The way his hand was pressing against his bulging mawashi had him practically moaning out loud.
"I want you to spread my ass and make me scream when you slide your dick inside me." Hiro would say as he'd bite his bottom lip. "I want you to come so much inside me that my belly bulges." Hiro mused as he'd then begin to press his hands against Howell's chest. "Please...wreck me." He'd say. "Please...do whatever you desire. I can take it."
Howell smirked as Hiro spoke. He enjoyed a man who knew exactly what he wanted. The otherâs hunger went straight to Howell's groin, his cock thickening painfully against the confines of his jeans. "Good boy," he growled, fingers hooking into the knot at Hiro's hip and yanking it loose in one swift motion. The fabric fell open, revealing the hard length hiding behind it, already slick with precum. Howell's hand wrapped around it, squeezing once before he shoved the mawashi down to Hiro's ankles. "Turn around and grab the wall," he ordered, his voice low and rough.
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"Yet, the idea of not giving me what I need would be torture."
Each word was spoken with clarity as he knew that Angel seemed to want to make him happy as much as be at his side. Yet the kiss took his breath away, making it so he could not breathe nor plan to feel on the thick liquid carefully curated within the large balls of the alpha. Rico wondered if they would spot him for giving a command or because the man could no longer contain his beastly nature.
"So good"
The alpha smiled against his lips, his kisses leading down the crook of Ricadoâs neck as his hands roamed over his body. Angel shoved Ricardo's shirt off his shoulders and let it drop. His own shirt followed, yanked over his head in one motion. He could feel Ricardo's cock through the layers of fabric, hard and insistent against his stomach, and the knowledge that his master wanted this just as badly made his own length throb painfully. He nipped at the prince's jaw, then lower, sucking a mark into the side of his neck where anyone would see it later. His hands dropped to Ricardo's waistband, yanking them down on one swift motion.
âMaster you are so beautifulâ
Jiho groaned as he felt Jax starting to swallow it down as best he could. Pulling back, he wiped his mouth clean, blushing as the other began stroking his head. He gently leaned into the other and gave a soft sigh. He liked being complimented and praised by the other. It felt good, even if it wasn't the most sincere. He had no idea how much of what the other was saying was an act and how much was the truth. It was what he had paid for, but it still caught him off guard just how fast he fell for whatever it was that the other was selling. Maybe it was because he wanted to believe it so bad.
Watching as the other got up and began grabbing his clothes, Jiho gave a small smile. "I'll have it to you in a few days. I'll send over a few apartment listings as well." He straightened out his own clothes, sitting back in his seat. "And... I know what I've asked for isn't exactly normal, but I do hope you won't think to little of me because of it." He had ducked his head, clearly embarrassed. He knew how he must look.
Jax's hands stilled on the button of his pants, fingers pausing mid-motion as Jiho's words filled the room. Don't think too little of me. Jax's jaw tightened. He'd heard variations of that line before. Clients apologizing for their desires, for wanting things they thought made them broken or pathetic. He usually had a script for it, something light and dismissive that preserved the boundary between transaction and intimacy. But watching Jiho sit there, fingers twisting in his own shirt sleeve, Jax found the script dissolving on his tongue.
He finished buttoning his belt with deliberate slowness, giving himself time to find the right response. "Hey." Jax's voice came out softer than he meant it to be. He hooked a finger under Jiho's chin, gentle but insistent, tilting that embarrassed face up until their eyes met.
"Look at me," Jax said, waiting until Jiho looked up. "I don't think less of you. Not for any of this." His thumb brushed along Jiho's jawline"You think I'd have let you suck my cock if I thought less of you? You think I'd be standing here, still hard from watching you swallow, if I judged you for wanting this?" Jax smiled as he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I've been doing this for a bit," Jax continued, "And you know what I've learned?⌠Normal is overrated. What matters is that you're honest about what you want. And you are, Jiho. Fumbling and blushing and adorable as hell, but honest. That's more than most people ever manage." He released Jiho's chin, letting his hand fall to the man's shoulder, squeezing once before stepping back to adjust his shirt. "Besides," Jax added, a smirk finally breaking through the sincerity, "you just gave me one of the best orgasms I've had in months. I'd have to be a real asshole to think less of you for that."
Jax made sure he looked less, well fucked and headed for the door he entered through. "Send me those listings," Jax said, his voice casual. "And Jiho?" He waited until the other man looked up. "Text me if you need to. Not just for business. If you're overthinking, if you're second-guessing, if you just want to hear someone tell you you're not broken." He shrugged one shoulder, "That's part of the package too." Jax winked at the man and left letting out a contented sigh. He knew he was in trouble with Jiho. In the past be would of never consoled a client. Be would of simply left but something about the CEO made him want to never see that smile fade again.
Dacre smirked, falling back onto the bed and looking up at Howell. "I may have been cooking this up while I was window shopping all day," Dacre answered. "Wanna fuck me before or after you show me the men who auditioned for my part?" He asked, undoing Howell's robe.
âBeforeâ Howell groaned thinking of his day and the auditions. He climbed over Dacre and began kissing in the crook of his neck. âEspecially since you've been planning almost all day. How can I wait?â he bit down where he left kissed.
