All the world's a stage

[ofginjxints]

"Just yourself." Jonathan said casually, a wry smile on his face as he watched the confusion on his sweet face. He was innocent. But hopefully his vibe that he wasn't just into girls was right. If not, hopefully it would still flatter him. "Oh c'mon, Marius - never had a guy hit on you before?"

[aworldofplayers]

Marius was thinking, about to open his mouth to tell him about the new figurine he was looking forward to painting now that he had a few days off before the preseason workouts and training ramped back up, when he heard the question the older man asked, and his brain did not fully process it before his mouth decided to answer.

"Well, yes. A few times, but I have a tendency...", he started, and then his brain finally got what Jonathan was aiming at. This was not about whether he had been hit on by guys before. This was Jonathan's way of telling him that he was hitting on him.

"Not to get it", he finished the sentence, a deep red blush spreading from his cheeks down his neck and probably his trained chest too.

"I am so sorry. I did not want to be impolite. Please do not take this as a slight against you or against... men flirting with men", his brain had still not quite caught up to the fact that this drop-dead gorgeous blonde man was apparently seriously flirting with him.

"I am just really bad at this whole thing in general", he moved his hand, pointing around, and he just hoped that no one caught the way he had embarrassed himself there at the bar.

"So, just so we are on the same page. You are flirting with me? Not to be rude or anything, but why?"

[comiiical]

Billy's finger pushed deep, until his knuckles were the only thing touching the edges of those lips. His finger navigating carefully not to touch anything that could cause a gag. His other hand grabbing him by the chin, keeping his head held high and locking their eyes for a moment as he studied him. "Dare I say pretty boy too?" He smirked, unplugging those lips by pulling the finger out. The hand that was holding his chin moved down to the base of his rear and lifted him up against his feet with a loud praising smack.

Lips came close to his but didn't kiss him, as his now wet finger brushed by the entrance and pushed in as deep as it was on his mouth. A little aid with his powers to reduce friction so it was enough with the provided saliva. And that same hand, with a finger deep inside,lifted him against his waist once more.

The other guided a leg around, as the finger was slightly pulled out only to be back in in slow gentle motions with little twists as the position allowed. With legs roped around his waist once more, Ryan's lips were met with a brush of his own, "such a good pretty boy," he whispered, refusing to kiss him now to feel his moans as his forehead rested on the other's.

Free hand went between their bodies, wiping away the precum from the tip of the head, offering little strokes to it. "You can talk when I am notk eeping your mouth busy." billy added, pressing a kiss to his forehead, as he took little steps back to the edge of the bed. "Does it feel good?"

[aworldofplayers]

Ryan was proud of his body, was proud of the way he looked, and to hear someone call him pretty never failed to make his dick hard and his sex drive high. If that made him vain, he was fine with it, but hearing it come from Billy made him moan around the finger still heavy on his tongue.

And then he pulled it out, and he tried to chase the digit and then the other's lips when he felt the finger push into his ass. It felt so easy, so right, and the stretch made him fight to keep eye contact with Billy and not just throw back his head and moan. The sound still fell from his lips, and his ass was clenching, tightening around the finger that filled him enough to keep him on edge but by far not enough to sate that hunger raging in his chest.

"So goddamn good", he groaned, feeling how he was manhandled while the finger kept thrusting in and out of his ass. He really hoped that this was the prelude to his lover really taking him, stretching him with those thick, long fingers and getting him ready for the glorious cock he salivated over and dreamed of riding at night.

"I don't think I've ever been leaking so bad", he whispered breathlessly, blonde locks sticking to his forehead as he leaned in closer to get even more body contact with Billy than before.

"But do you like it, Billy. Do you enjoy fingering your toy? Do you like the way your good boy is leaking?"

[comiiical]

Finger rested then against that tongue, given to him for wetting, toying, and suckling, enough to make it ready for that hungry entrance. His lips leaning in closer to his ear, and whispered the nickname once more, this time, almost coming like a moan. "That's a good boy," his lips rested against his cheek, and his hand landed another smack against the other's bottom. "My good boy," he added, fingers pressing below the hole, massaging the prostate from the outside.

Awaiting for his finger to be wet, his hand guided him off of his lap for a moment. "Don't lose the finger in your mouth, and undress, that cock is aching for freedom. And you earned to be comfortable, Babe." Billy added, ready to move his arm in any direction to follow those lips.

[aworldofplayers]

Ryan wrapped plump lips around the finger, and he started sucking, tongue swirling and teeth gently teasing. The thought of his hole stretching around the long and thick finger made him whimper with his mouth full, moving his head back and forth the way he'd suck him off the second he'd get a chance to get on his knees for him.

And then he said those three magic words. My good boy, and the axis of his world shifted, and everything recentered to this, to being with Billy, to being owned by him with every fibre of his being.

He followed the other's guidance, keeping the finger wet and warm in his mouth while he untangled from Billy. He didn't like the idea, and he was sure the other could feel that he was close to protesting losing contact like this. But he had felt the pain of the restraining jeans, and he would not dare defy an order. Not if it came from Billy, so nimble fingers undid his button and zipper and pulled the jeans down with his boxer briefs, cock springing free, tip red and leaking and balls heavy with cum.

'Thank you', he wanted to show his gratitude, so he kept Billy's gaze as he took in the finger again as deep as he could, a taste of what it might feel like if he got to attempt to deep throat his massive length.

[comiiical]

Strength took them to the bedroom's door, opening it with a loud hit of his own back, before he closed it with a kick. He leaned the other's shoulders aginst the surface and pulled from him against his waist to draw enough distance so he could still handle that ass as requested. The hand on the back of Ryan moved away and instead, moved in to put an end to their kiss.

As one hand landed a loud smack over both muscles, and took a hard possessive grasp, the other offered a finger close to those lips. Hazel eyes locked on his, "earn it," billy whispered then, two of his fingers teasing the pliant hole with stretching the edges from the sides but never really coming into more than just a tap of a contact.

His lips wet in the view of the other, as he faced down. The angle he had him in left him enough room to perceive it all, including the strained spot left by precum over trousers. "Take the finger and it'll go where you want it." He added, palm drawing distance before landing a louder harder smack, managing it to make it as painless as possible while making it feel real good. His lips curled into a smirk, "be a good boy."

[aworldofplayers]

The second Billy called him a good boy, Ryan's brain short-circuited, and he opened his mouth, tongue out, because that's what a good boy would do. He was feeling the shiver running down his spine whenever the other's fingers got close to where he wanted him to be, but never close enough to bring true satisfaction. And yet he moaned, mouth staying wide open, waiting for whatever Billy had in stock.

'I'll be your best boy, I promise,' he thought, knowing that Billy would hear it, hoping he would repeat his praise, knowing that this was single-handedly making his cock leak even harder than before, making the stain in his jeans grow even more.

[comiiical]

The kiss didn't stop as requested before. When thoughts were read, he just smiled, victorious. Like a tamer's first tryumph over their beast. His hand brushed over the skin and praised him with a hard landing smack, stinging enough to erupt a sound but not to harm.

His hands were then removed, laying against the fabric of his own shirt and tore it apart so he could get rid of it and offer the heat of his skin in exchanging for the one he was perceiving. Soon, hands went back to the rear, and with one holding the back of his neck, began to make his way through the apartment's livingroom, away from couch. Away from table. Straight to the bedroom, albeit little by little.

His hand brushed over the heat that they were leaving, and landed another smack, this time, on the barely touched side of his rear, while his lips hungry for the other's roughened their contact, forgetting that breathing was probably a need. He felt so good against him that Billy was not even questioning why he was so driven. He just wanted him, and as palm massaged over the warmer flesh, a finger stretched to feel his hole teasing it with a tap.

[aworldofplayers]

Ryan felt the way the other smiled into the kiss. Billy was a mountain of a man, almost making him feel small, and that was something that allowed him to only fall deeper into this push and pull, submitting to his lover's every whim.

The trace Billy's hands left on him made his skin tingle, and he wondered, and deep down even hoped, that he would leave his mark on him. Ryan wanted to wake up to look in the mirror and see large handprints on his skin; he wanted others to see that there was someone in his life he was with, someone who knew how to treat him just right.

'Good god, this feels so good, ' he thought, a squeal falling from his lips as the other got up and moved. He was usually the one to manoeuvre his partner's body like this, manhandling them and making them feel like his favourite toy to play with and being on the receiving end of it felt intoxicating.

And Billy kept on kissing him like it was his way to breathe, making him feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen, and then he felt him touch his hole, tease him with the way he didn't just take. No, he made Ryan wait, as if he wanted him to beg for Billy to finally take his hole.

"Pretty, pretty please, I need more than a tap", his voice was rough and husky, words sounding breathy since he barely had enough air in his lungs to get those words out, but he couldn't help it. Being with Billy was a promise of paradise, and he was too impatient a man to wait for the other to finally take him there.

[illusionxwrites]

edmund was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. part of that meant that he no longer asked for what he wanted; he just went for it, consequences be damned. after all, he'd never met a problem he couldn't solve with a bit of cash. everyone and everything had a price, eventually.

that was why, when he'd woken up with a hard on, he simply rolled over to his PA's side of the bed. he didn't even need to think about it, question if it was something smart or good to do. why would he? who wouldn't jump at the chance to sleep with him?

"you can go back to sleep. i only need your cunt, not your mouth." he all but growled as he ground his hips into her, his cock pulsing against the curve of her ass. god, it was unbearable. one hand released her hips, yanked at her pajama bottoms, revealing her glorious asscheeks. he paused for a moment, admired the view - one he'd looked at many times before, unabashedly and unashamed. "i said take them off."

[aworldofplayers]

Yasmine knew that he was used to snapping his fingers and he got everything. Money was the one thing in this world that fixed everything, and she had been the one who made problems go away so often. But she had always thought that when it came to her, there was a line he wouldn't cross. Staring at her ass or her cleavage in a dress was one thing; the occasional comment was another, but this. This was something she never expected of him. But considering what she knew, she probably should have.

"I am not some of your fucktoys that you can pay off to get your way", she rushes out, heart beating erratically in her chest. She had to get away and dress. And then she had to look for a new job because working for someone who wanted to use you as his living, breathing fleshlight was not the way to go. No money in the world was worth that. Not to her.

"You wanna cum, use your own fucking hand"

[comiiical]

Billy gave himself a momento to breath as the other did his little request, turning around, "I said not to talk, if you want something, think about it. I am good at reading people," he said, using the space he gave himself to land a louder slightly harder smack onto that rear, falling over the previous mark, before leaning in once more for the kiss.

The heat left by his touch intensified to keep the feeling longer. His hand rubbing against flesh after to sooth it down before the other hand landed another soft smack. This time around, praisingly. Both hands remained holding onto his rear, his lips locked on the other's, moaning against his throat as he enjoyed the heat of the moment. The feeling of the other's waist against his own. The awareness of arousing his friend having himself getting on with him.

[aworldofplayers]

Making Ryna shut up during sex was probably a feat only a man like Billy could attempt. The blond was always running his mouth, dirty talk becoming second nature to him the way checking in with his partners had. Not saying things out loud was a true challenge, but the reward of having Billy's lips on his the entire time gave him enough of an incentive to at least try.

'Feels too good to have your hands on me, ' he thinks, grinding down even harder against the other, every nerve in his body set aflame by what his lover did to him, and he was sure if someone would look at his jeans, they'd see a dark spot where his pre cum was staining the fabric.

'Especially when you play rough', he wiggled with his ass a little, hoping to entice the other to spank him again and again.

[illusionxwrites]

open to f, 25+ plot: inspired by this muse: edmund elsher, the elitist, pretentious and rude playboy

barely even awake as he grasped the other's hips, a deep need seeding itself in his belly. his cock was rock hard, straining at his pajama pants as he pulled their hips against his, groaning at the friction. "take these off," edmund hissed.

[aworldofplayers]

Working as the PA of Edmund Elsher had been the hardest job she had ever done in her life. This man managed to test even her almost saintly patience and kindness every day. He was not a kind man; people of his position and wealth never were, or they wouldn't be in that position. Yasmine knew that. But sometimes, deep down, she hoped that there was something good hiding under all the layers of jealousy and viciousness. She had worked almost two years for him, and if that good core was hiding somewhere beneath the handsome veneer, she had yet to find it.

When they wouldn't let the private jet start because of the weather, and they couldn't get a halfway decent room even with his black credit card, she had agreed to share the bed with him. It was right, pragmatic, and maybe she didn't mind the view of her boss in something a little more casual.

She thought that falling asleep would be harder, but the days before had been so exhausting that she didn't even remember how quickly she fell asleep. Only to wake up with a hard dick pressing against her ass and the voice of her boss in her ear.

"Excuse me, what are you?", she tries to turn around to get out of his hold, but his hands on her hips were holding on too tight, and so she could only look at him with panic in her eyes as she wondered how the fuck she got here and even more important, how the fuck would she get back out.

[comiiical]

His fingers dragged down the fabric of the other's trousers enough so he could leave the skin up in the air and give him freedom to feel him in any capacity he wanted to. After all, he had been given permission. Although, being the type of man he was, he would still ask regardless.

His lips complied into the kiss and as it deepened, he added more heat to it. The touch of his lips bringing forth every little perceptor so it was almost painful to kiss him. Almost, not really. Simply wanting the pleasure forward. His left hand landed a soft smack to his rear, yet managed to make it loud enough to fool anyone into thinking it was hard. Billy's lips recapturing his after he spoke.

"Yes, you do, now shut up, you taste good." He ordered as the kiss was continued.

[aworldofplayers]

There was something about the way it felt to have large hands on his ass, sending a shiver down his spine when the other slapped his ass, meant more as teasing than real punishment for overstepping a boundary.

He moaned into the kiss as he felt the little sting, grinding his hips even harder against the other as a reaction. Ryan was needy, and he wanted more, needed more from the man who already had his hands on him, granting him pleasure beyond anything a mere mortal could.

The kiss was hot and passionate, and Ryan could only agree with Billy. His lover tasted sweet like honey, and there wouldn't be a day when he wouldn't want to kiss the brunet.

"Another, please", he breathed against the other's lips before diving right back in, not willing to part lips with him for longer than absolutely necessary.

[bemamar]

Soulmates!AU Sentence Meme

[rpmememaker]

bemamar:

“Come ooonn, I’m really hungry! You’re the one supposed to feed me.”

“Do you ever think what it’d be like if we had the same marks? If it were you and me?”

“Do you love me? And not because you’re supposed to.”

“Do you think I’ll ever find it? The one with a mark on their arm saying they have to be with me?”

“Do you think there’s more than one? More than one soulmate for each one?”

“Do you think sex with a soulmate could ever be better than this? Because I doubt it.”

“Get out of work? Just tell them your soulmate needs you.”

“God, I love you so much. I know what I said before, but you’re everything I think about, everything I want, I don’t wanna turn my back on this. I don’t care what a piece of paper says or doesn’t. I’d still want this, you, if it didn’t say a thing.”

“Hell, no! You get that erased right now! It’s not me!”

“I can’t believe you’re it. From all the people- You can’t be. I hate you.”

“I got your letter. I know we never talked before, but you sent your number and… Do you think we can meet? And yes, it’s your name too.”

“I know I always say I don’t want to know, I don’t want to get it, the marker, but knowing for sure there’s someone out there for you, no matter what… I can’t say it isn’t tempting.”

“I know you’re horny. I can literally feel it. And it’s not helping me focus at all. So can’t you deal with it?”

“I know neither of us have markers, but I’m pretty sure they’d be glowing right now if we did.”

“I know this is not ideal, but I’m willing to try if you are.”

“I know you’re scared, I’m fucking scared too, but this says we got each other for life, that’s gotta be worth something, right?”

“I thought I’d never find you. Are you scared?”

“I’m scared as hell. But I still want to go through with it, I want to be able to prove it to anyone, let’s do this, let’s get the markers.”

“If I knew sex could be this amazing, I would have searched the name a long time ago.”

“If someone had warned me I would end up here… I would still have chosen you. I’ll always choose you.”

“It’s me…? Hell, it’s me. It really is me. You’re ruined.”

“Look at it! Don’t turn away. Can you see it? It’s a perfect match. I’m sorry if it sucks that it’s me. But it’s true. You can’t run from this.”

“No! No, it can’t be! That’s not-, no that’s not it… [Name] I can’t be your name… It’s not possible because… You’re not mine.”

“Our chests might not glow, but I would do anything for you, I’d go anywhere, I love you, and if that’s not soulmate material, than I don’t want to find my soulmate.”

“Okay, name one time pretending to be soulmates got us in trouble.”

“Please don’t ask me to leave. I want you so much it hurts. I never thought it could feel like this.”

“Promise me, promise me you’ll give us a chance before you go and get your mark done. Promise me.”

“So what? Just because a thing on my wrist glows I’m suddenly supposed to rebuild my whole life around you? Please. You’re fucking insane. This is fucking insane. Get the hell out.”

“This is just too hard. This soulmate thing. I know they say I’m your only chance. But I can’t do this. I’m sorry. You’re gonna have to find another way. I can’t be your soulmate.”

“We have to talk… I’ve met him/her. I’ve met the one. I can’t do this, I can’t marry you tomorrow.”

“We’re done. Mark or not mark. We’re done here. Don’t call me.”

“What if it never happens to me? Do you ever get scared about it?”

“What’s wrong?? I could feel in how much pain you were just now. God, I’m still shaking.”

“Why don’t you ever let me see it? If you have the name already, why can’t you tell me whose is it? I thought we were best friends.”

“Yes, I’m still scared! What if this is just a mistake? What if it passes someday and you don’t love me for me? What will be left then?”

“Yes, we’re soulmates! I get it, now shut up and fuck me, because I’m pretty sure it’s one of your duties.”

“You know, for someone who’s supposed to be my soulmate, you really need a new wardrobe. Or a new whole taste.”

“You know sometimes, some people, they don’t ever find a match, right? Do you still want to know?”

“You’re it okay?? I don’t know how, I don’t know why, all I know is that you’re the only one that will do, it hurts like goddamn hell, and I don’t-I just need you to let me in, please.”

“You’re my soulmate, I don’t need something telling me that.”

“(Name)? We need to talk… There’s something I have to tell you. Or show you, I guess. Please don’t be mad. I would have never- I’m sorry. But it’s your name. It’s you.”

[comiiical]

"Enticing..." Billy answered as teasing words came to an apparent end in line of suggestions. His hands diving deeper within fabric until he could have a tight grab over that ass offering a light massage, kneading the muscle as he looked at him, his neck having been exposed before to those lips before he looked into his eyes.

A soft reach was then taken, meeting his lips with a light touch, and stealing a kiss from them as he stood up with the other's weight carried effortlessly in him. Mind guiding legs around his waist so he wouldn't hit anything on his way to the door. And then, he wet his lips mere inches from those lips once more. "Let's start with teaching me what that mouth can do with mine, and then we'll consider if you are really that good at cock sucking. Because I am pretty sure you haven't sucked many this big."

[aworldofplayers]

There had always been a feeling that things with Billy were different. His touch felt more intense; the way he manoeuvred him so effortlessly, and there was this feeling of being safe.

Also, being manhandled like he wasn't a 6'2 hockey player never failed to make his dick even harder.

"I have never backed down from a challenge", he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the other's neck and legs wrapped around his hips before he leaned in. The kiss was heavier than the one Billy stole from his lips. He wanted more, needed more, and he had a point to make. He felt like he had to prove his worth, to make Billy see that this was something worth keeping. Ryan Harker was worth keeping.

"And I learn quickly"

[comiiical]

in response to ->

Billy's hands found themselves on the other's hips without much hesitation. Fingertips grasping at fabric as he felt him grind against him with a total lack of shame. His head tilted to the side, observing with caution, fingers dragging their path upwards under his shirt, "mmm, still can't think of anything." He added with a playful smirk, "care to give me ideas of how you can be used as a toy, darling?"

Pressure continued their way to the middle of the other's back, increasing the other's libido and, in consequence, making that the simple touch of his fingers could provoke an immediate stimulation. These dragged themselves down after crossing paths and sneaked under fabric until they could hold onto flesh. @aworldofplayers

[aworldofplayers]

Ryan knew this was a game. The other wanted him to admit what he was willing to do for him, how far he'd take this little game they played and if he would allow himself a second to actually think this through. Ryan would be terrified of the fact that there was nothing in his mind right now he wouldn't do for the other. But he wasn't thinking; he just acted, went with the flow of the feelings of hands wandering under his muscle shirt while he kept on moving his hips, cock hard and aching in the confines of his jeans.

"Well, let's start from the top", he leans in and lets his lips ghost over the corner of Billy's mouth, then over his cheek, down his neck. The kisses were feather-light as he whispered against his skin with heated breath.

"I am really good at sucking dick. You could make me kneel and fuck my throat, make it bulge because your dick is so thick and heavy. I promise I swallow all your cum"

He now kisses down his neck, adding in his teeth. The teasing is light, nothing to hurt or leave a mark, just playful enough for the game they played.

"You could make me sit in your lap, use me as your cocksleeve, make me warm your dick for hours if it pleases you while I sit there, cock leaking, gaze hazy, only having eyes for you. Or spank my ass nice and red while you fuck me from behind like you actually hate me"

[ofginjxints]

"I'm not interviewing you, sweetheart - you don't have to tell me your Wikipedia page." Jonny teased as he brought his glass up to his lips, watching the younger man pick at the label of his bottle.

"You're not wrong though. I'm not too interested in people buttering me up, or vice versa unless it's for ulterior motives." There was a devilish glint in his eyes as he took Marius in up and down. He was laying it on thick, but there really no telling if he was into men too, but there was no harm in trying.

[aworldofplayers]

Hearing him say that out loud ‘I don’t need your Wikipedia page’ gave Marius pause. It was one of the first things that happened when he signed his contract. He was drilled in the way he was supposed to speak and act. Public relations has been an important thing while he was in college true but, but it was utterly paramount now that he was a pro.

People expected him to fit a certain stereotype. Great tactician for the hockey fans, brutal in the ice for the guys and hot and available for the girls. He couldn’t remember when the last had been when someone was interested in him. The real person behind the jersey 42.

“Not quite sure what else could be of interest then”, he said, his brain caught up in the phrase of ulterior motives. What could a news anchor have as an ulterior motive to talk to him if it wasn’t to get an interview or some news?

“Would you mind giving me an example? Of yourself, so I know what you are interested in?”

[ragtagrunaways]

Zeke couldn't pretend there wasn't a sense of nerves from him in the moment. Not from fear of a negative reaction, if anything it was more a sense of concern about his own control. Because it was all well and good being willing to help somebody you cared about try to figure out some things about themselves, but he knew he could so easily be just a brush of lips and Marius would know it wasn't for him. Because he knew there was every chance he'd like it too much.

On the one hand, his concern that Marius wouldn't end up enjoying it felt completely unncessary when he felt the other falling in to it. Could feel just how readily the other was meeting his lips, and didn't raise any kind of complaint as he felt his head being tilted by one hand while the other held his hip. If anything, it just helped encourage him to keep closing the distance between them. Barely leaving an inch between their bodies until the necessity for air won out.

No, no, he absolutely liked that too much. A little hazy in the head for a moment as he fought to bring himself back to the present. Not linger on the sensation that went rushing through him as they'd kissed. The hand settled in the hair at the back of Marius's head scratched lightly at the question.

"As many as you want, Mar." At least he'd had a chance to catch his breath before leaning in to claim his lips again.

[aworldofplayers]

“You might regret saying that”, Marius replied before their lips collided again. He loved the feeling of the other’s hands on his body and yet he craved more. Direct contact. Skin against skin, and he wanted to feel him. The hand on Zeke’s hip wandered back, pulling him tighter in with his hand resting on the small of his back.

He had kissed girls before and had sex a few times, but nothing ever felt this electric and addicting. He felt the way his jeans were tightening dangerously while his hand on Zeke’s neck made sure the other could never move far. And once they broke their kiss for air, Marius’ lips chased his, stealing peck after peck like an addict who needed just one more little fix.

“I don’t want to push you or anything”, he murmured against the other’s lips, kissing over the corner of his mouth and cheek down towards his neck, "And you know you can say no at any point. No questions asked, and we will still be friends”, that was a blatant lie. There was no way, come hell or high water, that Marius could ever go back to just being friends.

“But my jeans are getting fucking tight and...", the hand on the small of Zeke's back wanders down, landing on the other man's ass he grabs him to pull him closer, his own hips trying to meet him to find a moment of sweet relief with a little bit of friction grinding against the other.

"Is it ok if I get my dick out?", the blush all over his cheeks is spreading down his neck, eyes blown wide with lust at the thought of being naked around Zeke. To maybe get to see him naked. To have the privilege of his hands on him... "I'm getting really hard and I...", he takes a deep breath before he finally finds the other's gaze again.

"You could touch me. Like, only if you want to, but I just... the thought... I like the thought of getting touched by you"

[comiiical]

“ i could be your toy. “ from Ryan

*      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

"In what sense? Because if I am fairly honest, I've never had a toy. Or a boytoy for that matter. "

[aworldofplayers]

“Well, that’s up to you, handsome”, Ryan’s muscles playing underneeath his sun-kissed skin as he moved over to the other man. He was not someone who offered long term things. He was far too much of a fuckboy for that.

But there was something utterly magnetic about the other that made him not only back but crave more.

“Use that pretty little head of yours”, he said, straddling the other’s hips as he sat down in his lap, hands wandering over his strong shoulders and his ocean gaze found beautiful brown eyes.

“I am sure there are a few things you always wanted to try. All you have to do is wish, and I consider it my command”, he provocatively moved his hip, grinding down against the other so he could feel his hard dick in his jeans.

[cowboymusing]

'𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕪' 𝕘𝕚𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤 🌶️

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[ofginjxints]

Oh he was humble-humble. It was sweet. He would have thought it were an act if it wasn't for that glimmer of innocence in his eyes. The time in the limelight would either make or break him.

"A coke - you're cute." He grinned as he flagged down a bartender for a coke and a top up of his whiskey.

"I'm Jonathan. I'm an anchor - I work for WKTV, but I'm getting kinda bored at this party so for all intents and purposes, I'm not here for work anymore. Tell me about you, Marius. What makes you tick?"

[aworldofplayers]

He had often been looked at as strange for his lack of alcohol consumption, but his body was, at the end of the day, what was most paramount for his job. And he never quite got the appeal of alcohol anyway.

"A pleasure to meet you, Jonathan", he thanked the bartender when he placed the drinks in front of them and then picked up the glass bottle, starting to scratch off the label. A way to occupy his fingers to keep his mind more easily focused on the conversation.

"Not sure if there is much to know. At least stuff that's interesting. I play hockey for a living, was an English literature major in university, where I got to study with an athlete scholarship, and I think these parties are to play connection bitch, and I am so not the right person for that"