Brandon

Name is Brandon, but the less you know about me the better. Mystery is sexy anyway.

[revengetastelikeblood]

Dennis pushed his clothes away, not really caring about any of them. He was as hard as he could be and if he wasn't, Brandon displaying himself like that would do that. He rewarded him by stroking himself, showing how much he was leaking as he grunted. He was proud of his size. Yes, he was not thick, but he was not a pencil either. His ego was fed because of his length and he hoped that Brandon was ready for that "And you know how to please a man."

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon raised his head so he could look at him. "I do, but you get to judge that soon enough." His eyes went straight to what was between his legs. He had felt it on the dance floor, but he had not seen it, and wow... that was long. Long and uncut. One of his favorites. "Going to need a lot of lube for that one."

[themysteryofmorell]

Martin: What makes you say so.

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: He has too many proxies. It is like he doesn't want people to know he is behind it all.

[marnamor]

Mar: Thank you. I appreciate it.

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: Anything else?

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon groaned into the kiss. The friction warmed up his crotch and backside. However, he moaned once he was flipped, the make-out somehow still going. This move really turned him on. He loved a dominant man.

[revengetastelikeblood]

Dennis whined when he pulled back, but he had to. He got off the bed and started to strip. His eyes never left Brandon's. He was so bloody fucking hot, especially with that jockstrap on. "Can't believe all of this is for me."

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon used his forearms to push himself up. He was laughing. "You know how to make someone feel very special Dennis." He said and for that he rewarded him by raising his legs and showing him his hole.

[marnamor]

Mar: That's what your job is.

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

[themysteryofmorell]

Martin: So your typical executive.

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: Maybe not as typical.

[marnamor]

Mar: -Sends picture-. Tell me what you find out about this guy.

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: Does the cute have a name?

[themysteryofmorell]

Martin: Anything that I don't know about?

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: The movies he produces are not bad. Also, he loves to bribe his enemies or get them in trouble.

[revengetastelikeblood]

Dennis himself was groaning onto the kiss. The friction added to the pleasure as he moved his hips harder against him. Eventually he put his hands on his hips and lifted up and put him on his back on the bed. He remained in between his legs however, making out with him.

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon groaned into the kiss. The friction warmed up his crotch and backside. However, he moaned once he was flipped, the make-out somehow still going. This move really turned him on. He loved a dominant man.

[themysteryofmorell]

Martin: Alright. Tell me all that you know about Mar.

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: He pays well. He is very cautious. He has a lot of associates and enemies.

[marnamor]

Mar: hen let's do it again.

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: Let's do it.

[themysteryofmorell]

Martin: You are really not going to give me more?

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: Nope. Not needed.

[revengetastelikeblood]

"Well then..." Dennis smiled and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was slow, but deep. He wanted to show him he meant it. It was why he was holding him so softly against him.

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon was taken aback by the softness of the kiss. He expected something more intense, something more passionate. However, he enjoyed this quite a lot, which was why he was moaning into it. On top of that, he slowly grinned at him

[marnamor]

Mar: You think I pay well?

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: You did last time.

[revengetastelikeblood]

Dennis smacked his ass right away. He couldn't help it. He had watched to touch it, but it felt even better on his lap. "Are you sure you don't want me to?"

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon, but his bottom lip, but that didn't stop the small sound that he made after the smack. "Not at all, not after all the bravado you did at the club."

[themysteryofmorell]

Martin: Does it really?

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: That's up to you.

[themysteryofmorell]

Martin: And you won't change it?

[brandonnoneedlastname]

Brandon: Not when it makes you happy.