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Former Oakland Raiders Quarterback, current Haus of Perses personal trainer. Come down to the gym, one meeting and you'll be hooked.

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rhett-m:

“I have a funny way of showing up when you least expect it,” he smirked after he released the other from the hug, “as if by magic,” or perhaps it had to do with the fact he’d been responsible for Colt being here in the first place.  "I could always disappear again, if that’s how you’d wish for it to be, just never see me again?“  Rhett easily came in and out of people’s lives on a daily basis so this could be no different.  "You always in work mode 24/7?” He asked, cocking a brow as he looked down at the clothes he’d been wearing, “i’d hardly consider these clothes fit to workout in.  I came here to extend the invitation for a drink.  It’s been a little while, i’m sure we’ve got some catching up to do?”  He of course only smirked hoping that Colt would catch the hint of what he was talking about.  Rhett was not a man of many words, more so invested in his actions, and when he meant catching up it sure as hell meant he wanted to fuck for old times sake.  "Unless your jobs more important in which case i’ll find my way to the bar alone,“ he never stayed that way for long.

“I’m not above admitting how much of a disappointment it’d be if you disappeared again.” He said with a shrug, too pleasantly surprised that he showed up ‘by magic’ too pretend otherwise. He may have been confused at first, but that didn’t mean this was a bad thing. “That’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?” He feigned innocence, as if he didn’t know it was the wonders he could work with his mouth and cock that got him here. “It has been awhile, hasn’t it? I could go for a drink.” Rhett’s confidence and the way he never shied away from going for what he wanted was what attracted Colt to the older man in the first place. Their initial meeting was a bit of a blur, at least the actual meeting part, the night they spent tangled in sheets together was something he’d never forget. If Rhett was looking for a repeat, Colt would happily oblige. “I think the gym could survive without me.” He admitted, eyeing Rhett. “I can’t turn down a drink with an old friend, especially one of your stature. Lead the way.”

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tonyvalois:

They were both too far gone to be reasonable. They were both too far gone to have any limitations or concerns other than the ones they were currently having. Tony was lost. He had fallen overboard and he was now adrift in the sea that was Colt. All consuming. Shit. That man’s mouth was a fucking sin and the way he was working him up could put the best amongst the best down to their knees, pleading for more. Tony would be no exception. He would beg and he would scream. He would moan and growl and he would want Colt to fuck him stupid before the day was over. And – he would fuck the other as well. That mouth was absolutely perfect, sinful in every way but Tony wanted more. God – he wanted everything Colt had to offer without having to worry about hurting him or stopping mid fuck because things had gotten way too heated. They were already heated. From the innocent flirting they shared at the events they attended to this stage… It had been a long run and Tony had played hard to get until the moment he had no more energy to refuse Colt. No more capacity to deny them both what they wanted and craved. “Jesus, fuck!” Tony gasped louder, Colt’s tongue and suction motions doing a number on him. The more the personal trainer sucked and gagged, the harder he would cling to those broad shoulders, the faster he would keep thrusting his pelvis against the other’s mouth. And if all of that wasn’t maddening enough… when Colt pushed a finger into him – Tony saw fucking galaxies! The intrusion was expected and yet it was so surprising that Tony nearly came with the touch alone, his cock dripping even more abundant quantities of pre-cum down Colt’s throat. And then came the second finger. The two digits working him up, stretching him from the inside out as Tony produced all sort of incoherent noises that had absolutely nothing humane about them. Just sounds. Moans and growls, whimpers and cries of ecstasy as Colt continued to push him closer and closer to the abyss Tony was dying to fall from. “C-Colt…!” God he was so close. Those fingers working him up weren’t enough and hell if he didn’t want Colt to pick him up, pin him against the wall and fuck him as hard as he possibly could. “I’m…” God – he was about to cum. Nails dug onto Colt’s shoulders, a loud, sharp cry flying from Tony’s lips as he kept thrusting against the personal trainer’s mouth at the same time as he sought to fuck himself on his fingers. That was it. The coil in his nether region stretched to it’s limit before snapping – nothing but white noise and the sensation of being deconstructed to a cellular level as he came. Hell – and Tony felt himself came hard. Harder than when Colt used his hand to get him off. Harder than he had ever came in the past days. So intense and so fucking amazing that if he wasn’t holding himself up – he would have crashed to the ground like a recently cut tree. “OH FUCK!!!!” Hell. That was… That had been… Fuck! Tony could feel himself cumming. Rope after rope of his seed being shot against the back of Colt’s throat, draining him of every bit of energy he had. Was that worth the wait? Worth all the months flirting and wondering how amazing the other would be in bed? Definitely yes. And this… was merely the beginning.

Colt wanted to suck him dry. That was his one and only goal for the moment, and with the way he was working Tony’s cock over he knew it was only a matter of time before he got just what he wanted. The pre-cum that dripped into his mouth again was like a tease, he wanted the whole damn thing, and he blew his heart out longing for it. God, he fucking loved the sound of Tony’s cries. Calling out his name, screaming inaudible curses, it was music to his ears. He could tell how close he was, seconds away from finally exploding, but he didn’t hesitate for even a minute. Keeping pace, quick and wanting, with his fingers buried in Tony’s asshole, moving in and out of him as he thrusted himself into Colt’s mouth, it was a perfect storm. When Tony finally hit his long awaited climax, Colt still didn’t stop, practically sucking the cum directly from Tony’s cock down his throat, swallowing every drop of the liquid he was being served. It felt like no man came the way Tony did, seed that never stopped flowing, and Colt was lapping it up like it was his last meal. Finally he pulled his mouth from the cock, soaking wet and flaccid for what felt like the first time since they’d run into each other, but Colt would get him hard again in no time. Colt licked his lips, Tony’s juices were all over his mouth, slowly sliding down the corners, and he couldn’t bare to let it go untasted. Breathing heavy, he kept his fingers firmly in Tony’s asshole while he caught his breath. “You know what I want now, don’t you?” He growled, voice low and hungry as he rose from his knees. With his free hand he reached for the back of Tony’s neck, pulling the man into a kiss, invading his mouth with his tongue with no warning. There was no reason to ease into anything now, they’d gotten each other so fired up. All the desire they had for one another built up to this, and Colt wasn’t going to waste a second of it. Keeping his body close to him, he pushed Tony backwards into his room. They’d want the bed for this. “Fuck, I want you.” He mumbled into his mouth, pulling his lips from Tony’s, and quickly turning him around, finally taking his fingers from the hole they were eagerly exploring. He was done with fingers and his tongue now, he wanted all of Tony, to feel that glorious ass around his own throbbing cock. Still clothed, he worried about only loosening his pants enough that they’d drop to his ankles, pushing his underwear down shortly after. Using his hand to guide Tony down, he bent him over the bed, wrapping the other hand around his own pulsating cock, lazily pumping it. He was hard and ready and seeing the entrance with his own eyes just made him all the more ready to pound into it. Quickly, he struck Tony’s backside with an open palm, leaving a faint hand print behind. “So fucking tight.” He muttered, hands claiming the ass so beautifully displayed before him. With both hands, he reached for each of Tony’s cheeks, grabbing them firmly, stepping forward to press his cock teasingly against his crack. He wanted to leave marks and give Tony the memory of a fucking lifetime, he wanted his dick to twitch anytime he even thought of Colt. “Tell me how bad you want this.” He demanded, still pressing himself against Tony’s crack, somehow resisting the urge to dive right in. “I wanna hear it.”

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rhett-m:

The man remembered his name, that was a plus as Rhett could only grin in response.  "Miss me?“  He asked as he looked the other over, it looking to be that he was settling into his new work environment quite nicely - not that Rhett expected any less from the other man.  When he noticed the hand he could only laugh, "seriously?  I don’t think so, you’re not going to greet me with a damn handshake after how we left things,” he pulled the other in for a hug, quite happy to see him there.  "You seem nervous,“ he was confused as he could swear the other was tense, but he couldn’t figure out exactly why.  "You alright?”

“Something like that.” Thank god Rhett pulled him into a hug, it eased him up, something Colt desperately needed in this moment. “I’m not always the best with surprises, I didn’t expect to see you here. Honestly I wasn’t expecting to see you anywhere, but I can’t say it’s not nice to know I’ll be running into you from time to time.” He admitted, letting his eyes wander over Rhett’s body. “Wanna lift? Need a spot?” He asked, falling back into his job description. Colt wasn’t going to ask for an explanation, for all he knew Rhett was a client he needed to keep happy. “I’ll help you pack on some more muscle.”

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kingsleycamden:

He hated the word quit, half tempted to throw his damn water bottle at the others head, but he kept it for another drink as he just listened.  From the sounds of things Colt was shutting him off for the day, another groan as he leaned back against a wall to catch his breath.  He knew that Colt was better than him, and that if he wasn’t holding back he could knock Camden out fucking cold, “I suggest you ditch the word quit when you’re talking about me.  I’m no quitter,” ever, and if it meant completely over exhausting his body just to prove a point he could do just that.  "I don’t like my wins handed to me, we both know it was a loss,“ one that was a fucking blow to his ego but nonetheless he accepted it - with Colt it’d always be the over victorious.  Camden would have to beat him more psychologically, get in his head if he really wanted to, because based on the physical aspect he would never be a worthy competitor.  He understood his limits although he would never accept them.  "Do I look like a person that’d be interested in Tai Chi?”  He groaned unable to do anything but toss his bottle towards the fucking wall when he was finished drinking.  "I’m pretty sure i’m more tense now than before I started, what the fuck, that’s not supposed to be how it works!“  He wasn’t even sure why the aggression was taking over but he couldn’t help it.  He needed something that he just wasn’t getting around the Haus yet and it was driving him fucking nuts.

“Let’s call it taking a break until next time then.” Colt had seen a lot of this in his life, over aggressive types frustrated when they couldn’t beat him physically. He didn’t know how to respond to it half the time, being a big guy who lived at the gym made him an impossible person to take on for most people he came in contact with, Camden seemed more bothered by it than most. He would’ve faked a win for his sake if it wouldn’t have been so damn obvious, there wasn’t much of a contest between them. He figured it’d do more harm than good too. “You look like a person who could use it.” He said simply, not at all shocked Camden reacted the way he did. He didn’t get many takers on that offer in the first place. The blonde’s next action really convinced Colt that he needed it, or something to take the edge off and calm him down. Anything. He watched as the bottle hit the wall then rolled across the floor, doubting that outburst was enough to give Camden what he needed. “Do we got a massage therapist around here anywhere? Maybe that’s what you need, a good rub down.”

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tonyvalois:

Tony couldn’t still fully wrap his mind around what was happening with Colt. One second they were talking and the next…? His body was no longer his to control. It seemed to be on auto-pilot, responding to the other man’s touches like a trained dog. Every kiss and every brush was enough to leave him whimpering. Weak of his knees. Enough to make his throat go suddenly dry as Tony looked down towards the magnificent sight of Colt down on his knees. What had he done to deserve something like… this? To have a man such a Colt – someone who could have anyone he wanted with a snap of his fingers – down on his knees for him? “C-Colt…” The architect whimpered once more, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth as he struggled to remain in control. But he failed. He could feel his reason vanishing from his mind – especially when the other man kissed his v-line and began to pull his underwear down with his fucking teeth. “Oh god…” The pressure trapping his erection – that remained as hard as before, almost as if he had never came moments prior – was finally gone and Tony gasped in relief as his own cock bounced freely from it’s confines, a mere breathe away from Colt’s velvety lips. “A-Are you… s-sure about this?” Was Colt really sure of all the things he wanted to do? Of the things that they would probably end up doing? Tony chewed his inner cheek, feeling his cheeks burn at the sight of the personal trainer looking more handsome than ever. That was… actually happening. The two of them. After so much teasing and flirting – he was finally giving in to Colt’s desires. If that would make the other man happy… why shouldn’t he, right? He could make Colt happy and everyone did deserve to be happy. But as amazing as Colt’s hand had felt before or how handsome the man looked in that position – nothing prepared Tony for the tongue dancing from the base of his cock to the tip, the wet member touching him being enough to make him moan on top of his damn lungs, hands squeezing Colt’s broad shoulders for support, otherwise his knees would definitely give in. “Oh g-god…” Oh fucking hell. The gentle sucking of his engorged head, making him ooze even more pre-cum onto the other’s mouth… “C-Colt…” Fingers clenched tighter onto the other’s shoulders but when Colt went for the kill and took him fully…? “FUCK!” Tony cried out in pleasure, his knees trembling so hard that they resembled weak branches under a strong windy day. Holy crap. The hotness, the tightness, the wet tongue, the suction motions… Everything was so much. Too much. “C-Colt! Oh m-my god! Oh f-fuck…” Then those hands in his ass. Strong. Possessive. Squeezing his cheeks and urging him to move forward, to thrust onto the back of Colt’s throat. “C-Colt…” Fucking hell. Tony closed his eyes and squeezed the personal trainer’s shoulders harder, following the other’s commands and rocking his hips forward. Slow at first. Just enough to allow Colt to get used to it and for also him to get the hang of… doing that. But as the lust kept growing, as the desire continued to claim all of his reasonable thoughts, the thrusts became faster. Harder. More desperate for that blissful moment that Colt’s divine mouth would grant him. “D-Don’t stop. Holy fucking shit!” Tony could almost bet his heart was about to jump out of his damn chest at that point. “P-Please…” With a growl, Tony released the grip on one of Colt’s shoulders in order to grab the man’s wrist, forcing the personal instructor to brush his fingers against his crack. One small touch was all it took for Tony to rock his hips harder. Faster. Close to the point where he would pretty much fuck Colt’s face without reservations. “Finger me.” Fucking Christ he was getting so close already. “D-Do it… P-Please, Colt…”

There was no doubt who was truly in control here. Colt might’ve been the one on his knees, gladly performing every action Tony wanted, but the way he was gripping his shoulders to stand and crying out in pleasure made it clear this was all Colt’s doing, the ball was in his court. Damn he must’ve looked amazing with a cock in his mouth by the way Tony was reacting. Their flirtation before coming to the Haus and encounter earlier were leading up to this. The moment where Colt was gripping Tony’s ass tight enough to cause bruises while he thrusted harder and harder into his mouth. The build up was worth the pay off. Colt swallowed the bit of pre-cum that danced on his tongue, and it tasted so much better straight from the source. He couldn’t wait to make Tony blow his load, to drown in the delicious juices flowing in him. Colt sucked, he blew, he swallowed, he swirled his tongue, he did every trick in the book to work Tony’s cock over. As far as he was concerned, this cock belonged to him, at least for this moment. He wanted Tony to remember every second of it, to get sucked off by other men and feel disappointed because they weren’t as attentive as Colt was. He wanted him to long for the athlete’s lips around his cock, to eagerly await a text in the middle of the night beckoning Colt to his room, because once he felt a strong powerful man claim him and please him with every fiber of his being he didn’t want anything else. Colt never stopped, he didn’t even slow down. Not when Tony’s force made him hit the back of his throat and caused him to gag, he kept going. Sucking, devouring the cock he was so happily consuming. His pace was steady, quick, he wanted the cum to fill his mouth as soon as physically possible, and he was doing everything in his power to get Tony there. Colt was loving the pain of Tony’s hands digging into the skin of his shoulder, but when Tony moved one of his hands to guide Colt’s he loved it even more. Finger him? He could do that. He’d love to do that. Colt’s own erection was begging for something more, pressing against his pants, and fingering Tony now just meant his ass would be all the more for the taking later. Ready and open for Colt to pound into. Between the cock in his mouth and that thought, brushing his fingers against Tony’s crack and granting his wish was simple. Keeping his mouth busy, he kept enjoying Tony’s taste while a single finger teased at his opening. God, he fucking loved his body. His cock, his ass. Why hadn’t he done this sooner? He should’ve fucked Tony a long time ago when he had the chance, screw staying in the closet. But all that meant now was he had a lot of time to make up for, and he would, full force. One finger wasn’t enough, not for him, and he assumed the same went for Tony. That alone caused him to take two and ease them into Tony’s opening, moaning at the resistance as he made his way inside him. If he could talk he’d tell him how good he felt, how desperate he was to fuck him senseless, to give him the ride of his life. His mouth was full now, but with the way Colt was working that wouldn’t be for long. He wouldn’t pull away to talk now, not until his lips were dripping with Tony’s seed. Then he’d flip him over and do what he was dying to.

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tonyvalois:

Tony was still trying to wrap his mind around everything. All the things that had happened between him and Colt…? That was both surreal and absolutely amazing. One moment they were talking and the next…? They were in Colt’s room with the personal trainer dropped on his knees in front of him, eager to explore with his mouth what he had concealed within. The architect trembled with the sight alone, wetting his lips while looking down, completely mesmerized by how Colt looked. He was such a handsome man. The body of a damn god and probably everyone’s walking wet dream… and he was with him now? Down on his knees and using that wicked tongue to open his pants and release him from some of the pressure that his pants were afflicting him with? “Colt…” Tony closed his eyes and gasped in response, trembling fingers reaching down to play with the other man’s hair. Shit. His knees were trembling, his breathing becoming way more erratic. Not that he was a virgin when it came to sex but there was something about having a man of Colt’s caliber down on his knees and using those gorgeous lips to capture his balls through the fabric, sucking on them in ways that could make any lesser mortal moan. “Oh fuck!” Tony tossed his head back, moaning on top of his lungs while his body trembled once more in response to Colt’s actions. His erection was still fully hard, almost as if he haven’t came in his own pants moments prior. That was Colt’s effect on him by the looks of it. A everlasting boner that made his head spin with desire. With lust. “C-Colt…” Oh fucking hell. He was already going insane and the other man had yet to pull his underwear down. “P-Please…” Tony gasped yet again, struggling to find words that could vocalize what he wanted. What he needed. What he freaking craved… but his brain was blank. Nothing mattered other than that handsome man making him come undone in ways that… “P-Please, Colt… Oh g-god… T-That feels so… s-so good. P-Please…”

Tony was begging and moaning just the way Colt wanted him to. He felt powerful, using nothing more than his mouth and tongue to make a man almost like putty in his hands. He wanted Tony to cum again, all night long he wanted to do things to the other man that made him call out his name and scream the way he was now, this was the start of it all. Finally, he kissed up to Tony’s waist band, teasingly licking around the v-line. The contact they’d both been waiting for was moments away, but Colt was still dragging it out for as long as possible. Using his teeth again, he slowly pulled down Tony’s underwear, inch by inch, jaw and stubble brushing against flesh, until his hard length popped out. “Fucking delicious.” He groaned at the sight of it. “I don’t know where to start.” He falsely admitted, turning his attention back up to Tony’s eyes. Truthfully, he knew exactly where to start. He’d been fantasizing of this moment for far too long not to know just what he’d like to do to the other man. He licked his lips, mouth so close to Tony’s pulsating cock he could feel the hot breath against his skin, just what Colt wanted. “So hard and thick.” If Colt could wait any longer he would’ve, but he was too tempted himself, and kept Tony begging long enough, it was time to give the man what he was clearly aching for. Colt laved his tongue around the base of Tony’s length, wet and hot and teasing. Working his way to the head, he opened his mouth just wide enough to take in the tip. He sucked gently, pulling away for a mere second, then he really went in for the kill. In one go, Colt opened his mouth as wide as he could, relaxing his throat, and sinking his head deeper to take in every single bit of Tony’s beautiful nine incher. He didn’t ease into it, going from a kiss of the tip, to practically gagging on the cock he let reach the back of his throat. A low growl rippled from within, over Tony’s cock, and Colt’s promise to remain handless was suddenly harder to keep. Swallowing around Tony’s throbbing member, Colt reached his hands up to the other man’s ass, desperately pulling him even further into his mouth. He pumped Tony’s hips into his face, urging the other to fuck his mouth, on his knees as a slave to the other, and still he felt like the one in control. He wouldn’t stop until Tony couldn’t stand.

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amorihiro:

Hiro couldn’t be sure yet, but in spite of the other being what he considered rude, he was intrigued. They didn’t mince words and didn’t cow to him. If wasn’t sure if they were stubborn or stupid. His eyes narrowed as he looked them over once more, trying to get a read on their body language. Perhaps this one would be more fun than he thought. “What is your shtick? If you’re not interested his impressing the people that pay to be here ensuring  you keep your position and get paid, I’m curious to know what you are interested in?”

“Exhausting a clients body in the gym before they even consider what I could do to them in the bedroom.” He said with a shrug, that was typically how it went. They’d come for a work out and stay for something else. “I’m forward, and in my experience clients respond well to that. It’s a nice change of pace for them not to have to rely on making the first and only move. More times than not, I’m shirtless. The 8 pack tends to seal the deal.” He explained. “I’m interested in having a good time, I’m not in it for the money. I don’t even need it.”

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rhett-m:

Rhett walked into the gym seeking out the personal trainer whom he had personally snatched up to be a part of the staff here.  "Don’t look so surprised to see me,“ he laughed as he reached the other, cupping a hand on his shoulder as he passed as sort of an off-hand greeting.  "I don’t even get a proper hello?”  He pouted his bottom lip out in the most teasing of manners as he turned, having walked a good six or seven feet past him, his arms stretching outwards like he were about to receive a hug.  One that hadn’t even been offered to him but did that matter?  "I suggest you greet me properly if you would like to see me come back in the future…“  He was being truthful too, motioning with his hand for the personal trainer to come forward and meet him.

@coltxsteele

Colt hadn’t put much thought into how he ended up with his invitation to join the Haus. He knew there was a scout involved, someone who’d slept with him and was a fan of his work, someone who urged the Blackwells to invite him to join the staff, but he had no clue who it could’ve been. Until now. Rhett’s greeting alone convinced Colt that he was most likely the one. Anyone else he’d run into at the Haus who he knew of before were equally surprised, it seemed like Rhett walked into the gym expecting to find Colt there. “Rhett.” He said with a nod, walking towards the older man. “Long time no see.” He spoke hesitantly, holding his hand out to shake Rhett’s, instead of going in for a hug. He was too overcome with surprise to make an act so familiar. 

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kingsleycamden:

He could literally feel the sweat pouring off of him as he let out a few heavy breaths once they’d taken a minute to catch their breath - the figurative end to round one.  He pulled his shirt off, wiping the sweat off of his face and neck before he discarded the fabric to the floor.  "I don’t come here to listen to you talk,“ Camden refused to answer the question as he once again started the second round of sparring - loving the fact that he didn’t have to hold back.  He understood that the personal trainer was stronger than he was, and if he wanted he could probably lay him out flat right here and now, but he didn’t - dancing around and letting Camden take the shots that shouldn’t matter, working out more of his aggression with each forward thrust of his hand.  Feeling the need for another break, his breathing becoming labored the more he over-exerted himself, he did nothing more than take a second to collect himself.  Fucking hell, "I need a drink.”  There was a snap in his voice although he wasn’t mad, if anything he was just tense, but he was slowly working through it the more him and Colt tossed their fists around.   He grabbed his water bottle squirting some of the cold liquid into his mouth, swallowing as his body immediately began to cool.  "I swear you turned the fucking heat up.“  He didn’t, Camden understood that, but god forbid he actually admit out loud that the personal trainer was really doing his job in making Camden work for it.

Honestly, Colt loved Camden’s energy.  He was happy to jump right back into sparring, but his overly aggressive pupil didn’t have the same amount of stamina as he did, Colt also wouldn’t let up. He made the other work his ass off, focusing solely on playing the defensive to give Camden the best work out possible. He wasn’t surprised when the other became obviously winded and longed for a break. “Ready to quit yet?” He asked, taking a sip from his own water bottle, a smile playing on his lips. Working with Camden was fun, he seemed crazy enough to believe he could take Colt on completely, or at the very least he was willing to keep trying to. Colt spent too much of his life in gyms with professionals to let someone else take him down. “You put in good work today, no need to overwork yourself. Count this as a win and work up to your next session.” He explained, hoping the other would take the hint and hang up his gloves for the day. Unless Camden was legitimately working towards a boxing career, Colt couldn’t see a reason for them continuing at this level. “Maybe we can take this out of the ring and do some cool down stretching. Tai chi helps too, that’s what I’m personally a fan of.”

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tonyvalois:

It was probably the craziest thing that he had ever done – but not like he could think straight at this point. After the intense makeout session and the impromptu handjobs… Tony couldn’t trust his own thoughts anymore so what better way than to just shut his brain off and let his body to the rest? It wasn’t all that hard. Not when Colt was taking the lead and dragging him down the hall towards his room, only stopping to kiss him hard and invade his mouth with that wicked tongue that was determined to explore every corner of his mouth. Holy fuck…! That was, actually happening right now? Tony was blushing like there was no tomorrow, feeling so aware of his surroundings, knowing that he and Colt were going to the staff’s room and they would continue what they had started in the outside. Clearly Colt was thinking the exact same thing. How quick he was to rip his shirt open, exposing his chest and going in for the kill, Colt was kissing down his chest and abs, turning Tony into a moaning and whimpering mess. “C-Colt…” Fuck! Oh god, that scruff against his abs… Tony couldn’t even think about the ripped shirt. All he could think about was on how quick he could roll his shoulders back and get rid of that now useless item of clothing. As fast as it took Colt to reach for his belt, already determined to open it as the useless shirt was now falling onto the ground. Tony looked down at the question, Colt looking ever so handsome in that position, mere inches away from the erection that refused to go down in the personal trainer’s presence. “Y-Yes…” Tony nodded somewhat nervously, fingers brushing through Colt’s hair as he swallowed the lump on his throat, trying to find enough strength to speak without resembling a babbling baboon. “N-No hands. Use your mouth.” He could say those things, right? “I w-want to see how… talented you can g-get with those pretty lips of yours.”

Kissing down the length of Tony’s torso, his chest, his abs, Colt couldn’t get enough of it. His body was everything he hoped it would be, making the athlete want to take it all in. If Tony was someone else, Colt would’ve jumped right to the end goal, flipping the other over and fucking him hard. That would come later, there was no way he could resist that, but he wanted to do a lot more to Tony before then. Colt looked up at the other man, an eyebrow quirked at his words, and instantly dropped to his knees completely. “No hands.” He repeated, gladly accepting these terms. He’d managed to get Tony’s belt undone, and pants unbuttoned, but nothing more. Not that he minded the additional challenge, locking his hands behind his back, and pressing his face into Tony’s crotch, using his teeth to pull down the other’s zipper. Feeling the hard bulge against his face made Colt moan, desperate to finally be face to face with the glorious cock he’d seen in the picture. Using nothing but his face and tongue, he burrowed his way into Tony’s pants, revealing the hard member behind the underwear. He was still damp from cumming before, something that caused Colt to smirk up at him. “I hope you can handle it.” He said teasingly, keeping his eyes locked on Tony’s as he began sucking on Tony’s balls through the fabric. He didn’t get the chance to give them the attention they deserved earlier. He moaned, swallowed, and sucked against all of Tony like there was nothing keeping him from the length hidden inside. He wanted to build the anticipation and have Tony practically begging for the full on contact before he went in for the kill, slowly he worked his cock and balls over, waiting to hear any form of encouragement from Tony, whether it be flat out demand or an impossible to contain whimper that had him asking to be pleasured. 

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tonyvalois:

This had just happened. Tony had no damn clue why he was doing what he was doing – but he had to admit that the way Colt was looking at him while he casually licked away the remnants of the other’s orgasm from his fingers was… well, probably enough to keep him hard on his pants. And then Colt, that handsome devil – he had to do the exact same thing and Tony was left speechless once more. Blue hues focused on the way Colt’s tongue danced around his fingers, licking away the solid proof that he had indeed just came into the other’s hand. That… wasn’t supposed to happen. And yet it did. One kiss sent his head spiraling and soon, neither one of them was capable of pulling back, seeking to want more of the other – have everything the other had to offer. If this was how they behaved with their clothes on… what would happen when they were naked? “Y-You know…” Colt was back at it once more, that strong hand shoved back inside his pants and Tony held onto the other man’s broad shoulders to keep himself steady. Holy crap. It felt like his blood was boiling, his body betraying all of his thoughts by moving closer to Colt. By wanting to feel the heat radiating from him. “I j-just… I d-don’t want this t-to… r-ruin what we have?” What did they had? A friendship based on flirts? What if Colt’s interest in him would fade away after sleeping together? But at the same time, Tony couldn’t really find enough strength to refuse the other any longer. Colt wanted to take him to his room, that look in his eyes enough to convince anyone to do his bidding. Not that it wasn’t a command. It was a request. One that Colt knew so very well that at this point – he couldn’t really refuse. “O-Okay…” They could do this, right? Wasn’t that why he came into the Haus? Well, it wasn’t his priority but now? “J-Just… T-This won’t ruin our f-friendship will it? The two of us s-sleeping together? I don’t want to…” Definitely not wanting to jeopardize his relationship with the other man. “Okay. W-We… uh – we can uh… g-go to your room…”

“It’ll make it better.” Tony didn’t have to tell him twice, he’d been waiting for this moment from the second he laid eyes on him. Their friendship wasn’t on the line, if anything Colt was positive this would only improve it. Eager as ever, Colt hurried to his room, pulling Tony behind him. Tearing their bodies apart was a crime, but if it meant they’d be smashed together again he could manage the brief walk to his room.  By now, Colt was dying to get Tony in his bed. Couch. He would even settle for the kitchen counter if Tony let him. He used up his last ounce of patience, and couldn’t hold off until he made it through the door. Kissing him hard Colt pushed Tony against the frame, hungrily attacking his lips. Thank God he didn’t have to look to unlock the door, blindly reaching for the key in his pocket and leading them to stumble inside. The door was barely shut behind them before he was reaching for Tony’s shirt and ripping it off, sending a button flying who knows where. “Fuck.” He groaned, letting his eyes wander over the other’s torso before his mouth connected with the finally bare skin of Tony’s chest. Kissing and sucking at his pecs, his hands fumbled with Tony’s belt, and the realization that he may have been moving a tad too fast for his liking came to mind. Stopping was almost impossible at this point, but he found a way to latch onto an inch of self control. If only for a moment. “Is this okay?” Colt asked, eyes locked with Tony’s, hands pulling the man into him by his belt.

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tonyvalois:

Everything was happening so fast and it was so intense that Tony could barely process what was happening. One moment he was talking to Colt. The next they were kissing. Now he had the other man’s hand wrapped tightly around his cock and milking him completely – making his head spin in that post orgasmic haze that had left the architect completely speechless. It was such a high. Such a fucking thrill. It was so goddamn intense that Tony couldn’t quite understand what was real anymore. All he could feel was Colt’s hand squeezing his cock and making him tremble as the personal trainer continuously worked on his now sensitive erection. And if that wasn’t enough…? Tony could barely follow the other man’s movements as Colt shoved his hand down his pants and Tony could FEEL how hard the other was. How big he was. How amazing he was. How fucking perfect he was. “Colt…” Resting his forehead against the other man’s, Tony nodded nervously at the man’s request. To get him there. Long fingers wrapped around the thick and imposing length and Tony stroked the other as hard and as fast as Colt had stroked him. Feeling the hardened member throb against his palm and fingers as they kissed once more – devouring each other’s mouth in that sweet ecstasy that numbed all of their senses and pushed aside all the reason. Tony gasped once the warm seed covered his hand – staining his fingers with the sticky fluid as Colt climaxed all over his grasp. Fuck. That was… fuck. And all they had done was… use their hands? “C-Colt…” Tony was red now. But embarrassed over what he had done and still feeling the side effects of that amazing orgasm, not really believing that Colt had gave him a handjob in a place where they could have been caught. And that he gave him one in return. “B-But…” The architect bite his bottom lip, slowly pulling his hand from inside Colt’s pants and looking at it. It was a mess. Covered in cum, product of the personal trainer’s orgasm. They couldn’t walk like that to his room… could they? “H-How about…” Bringing his hand to his lips, Tony slowly sucked his fingers, feasting on the other’s seed like this exotic delicacy, never once looking away from the other man. Fucking shit…! Was he really doing this? “Y-You… Y-You’re uh… t-tasty…”

Colt never knew a handjob could feel this good. If this wasn’t foreplay, he didn’t know what the word meant anymore. A hand and their lips was all it took to have the both of them blowing their loads, out of breath, and hungry for more. Tony wanted to take things slow or make this more than sex, and it was a possibility, but there was no way Colt could take his mind off of what just happened. Not now. Tony attempted to protest, a worry Colt had, but his next move took him by surprise. Colt watched longingly as the brunette sucked on his fingers, collecting Colt’s seed on his lips. The sucking motion alone was enough to turn the man on, but the fact that he was tasting him and making direct eye contact, it was a miracle Colt was capable of controlling himself. “Hopefully not only me.” He declared, following Tony’s lead and finally pulling his hand out of the other’s pants, sucking his fingers in a similar way. Slowly bringing each digit into his mouth, lapping up every bit of Tony’s cum he could. “Mm,” he moaned, eyes locked on his. “One taste isn’t enough.” He said, so serious about the statement that he reached his hand back into Tony’s pants, rubbing his hand over the head of his cock to collect any leftover liquid he could enjoy. “So good.” He groaned, licking his fingers and his lips, loving the taste. There was no way he was alone in this, he couldn’t be. Tony had as good of a time as he did, and calling it short now? That would be a tragedy. “What if I take you to mine?” He asked, a hand going to Tony’s cheek while the other snaked behind his back, pulling the man forward, kissing him desperately. “I want you, Tony. Don’t say no.” His words were soft, to sound less like a demand, but he pulled Tony toward the doorway, taking a few steps, but keeping his hands firmly placed where they were. “You want this too, I know you do.” He said, sure of himself and even if Tony tried to deny it he wouldn’t have believed him. He rested his forehead against Tony’s, closing his eyes for a moment, a quiet unplanned exhale falling from his lips at the thought of what just happened between them, and how much better it could get. 

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Being a personal trainer at the Haus had its perks. Having built sweaty guys an arms length away was at the top of that list. Camden was attractive, there was no denying that, but he and Colt both seemed to posses a type of alpha male element that could either lead to something great or something dangerous. Their first training session went fine, a few flirty back and forths in between spotting each other on the weight bench, but this time it was something different. A little aggressive, a little stubborn, and it came out in their sparring match. Camden wasn’t the first staff member to look to Colt to muscle their way through something on their mind, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t be the last. He could’ve been wrong, the brawny Kingsley could’ve been a hard knock out and nothing more, or maybe this was his version of foreplay (how hot would that have been?),  but Colt couldn’t help but be curious. “Got a lot you’re trying to work through?” He asked, bringing his arm to his forehead to wipe off some sweat. “You want a round two?”

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tonyvalois:

That… shouldn’t be happening. Tony knew that he was giving in to his urges despite a portion of his brain telling him to back away. But he was far too gone to even consider pulling away right now. Colt’s hand continued to stroke him, making him whimper and moan against the other man’s lips as he clung to the personal instructor like his life was depending on it. “C-Colt…” He was getting so damn close to his own climax. And when he felt just how hard Colt was against his leg, Tony had to fight every freaking urge he had to keep himself steady. The man was… big. Like really big and he was so very hard… how would it feel to have THAT inside of him? “Colt…” Tony moaned again, thrusting against that soft yet strong hand, seeking to increase the friction between himself and Colt, pretty much dry humping each other where they stood. If that was just them teasing… what would happen when they actually gave in and succumbed to the desire that connected the two of them? “F-Faster…” Tony needed more. More of that hand getting him off, more of Colt’s hand on his ass, more of that maddening friction between the other’s crotch and his leg. Kissing Colt almost desperately, Tony let out a louder whimper, feeling the tension inside him starting to reach that unbearable limit that he would no longer be able to hold back. He was so close… and then Colt was telling him to do just that. To cum for him. Urging him to let go, to soil his hand in his seed, to climax all over his touch. How could a man resist? How could someone endure such probation? “I’m g-gonna…” Tony blushed even more, silencing Colt with a earth shattering kiss, seeking to muffle his own moans as the coil within himself snapped and he came all over Colt’s hand and inside his pants. Oh, shit. Shit. Tony gasped louder, still thrusting against the other man’s hand, still seeking to increase that friction to unbearable levels – wanting to grant the older man an equal release. “Cum for me…” How he could even articulate words, Tony had no idea. But that hand milking him completely was driving him so insane, making him fall down the rabbit hole faster than ever. “I know you want you. Just let go… I’m… I’m h-here to catch you.”

Colt picked up the pace, groaning into Tony’s mouth with each and every stroke. The other man was getting close, and Colt could feel the build up in the pit of his own stomach, almost ready to blow himself. Grinding against Tony, feeling his pulsating cock beneath his palm, all of it was almost too much to bare. He might’ve been able to hold off before, but now that they were going through the motions, humping like there wasn’t a trace of fabric between them, there was no way he wouldn’t explode. “Come on.” He urged, Tony’s noises of pleasure making it clear he was mere seconds away from his release. Fuck, Colt wanted it. To be covered in Tony’s wet hot cum, to touch it, taste it. Colt growled when it finally came, pouring into his hand but neither slowed down. Tony still pushed into his hand, bodies pressed firmly together. God, he wished they were somewhere more private, where he could do more than this. Everything about this moment made him long for what could come next. The fantasies he’d had of Tony were only fueled by this encounter, having him cum then hearing him demand the same from Colt, it was driving him wild. Colt was close, so close he didn’t need any additional contact, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing one of Tony’s hands and forcing it down his pants. “Get me there.” He ordered, wrapping Tony’s hand and his own around his throbbing cock, leaning his body against the brunette’s. Catching him might have been a figure of speech, but Colt needed it now. “Fuck, Tony. Fuck.” He moaned, a slight crack in his voice as he was pushed over the edge, covering the brunette’s hand in return. His body relaxed, a euphoria washing over him, and he let himself completely lean into Tony for the time being. For the first time in awhile he pulled his mouth away, burying his face in the architect’s neck. Out of breath and longing for me, Colt needed a second to fully comprehend what had taken place. “This isn’t over.” He spoke, sucking against Tony’s skin. “We can’t get each other off and walk away. Take me up to your room, I’ll help you clean off.” He was almost pleading again, still struggling to catch his breath. Tony didn’t sleep with just anyone, but Colt couldn’t let their night end here.

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tobiasonline:

Toby looked over the other man then dragged his eyes up to his face. “I never said i was turning you down” he said letting his confidence grow a little.

“Then what are you saying?”

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amorihiro:

“Not really?” If it wasn’t for the fact that Hiro was so insulted he would be impressed with the other’s bravado. “You don’t even know what my preferences are, outside of asking for a little more attention to detail in your work. Don’t you have any pride? I’ve met people taken from tier homes and forced into prostitution put in more effort than this  Do you treat everyone this way? I feel like I should report you.”

“That’s not my shtick.” He said with a shrug. “You may be the client, but until you express genuine interest I’m not going to jump through hoops trying to get you to take notice. If you want something from me, ask. If you don’t? No skin off my back. There are plenty of guys around here who know what they want and don’t bother with details. In fact I’m pretty sure pride can be a turn off in these parts.”

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tonyvalois:

“Colt…” Jesus. He couldn’t resist much longer and Tony could feel his defenses starting to crumble when the other slipped his hand inside his pants. Holy God. The architect blushed in a crimson shade of red, clinging onto the other man’s shoulders for his dear life. That strong hand around his cock was driving him insane, the short yet powerful strokes making him weak on his knees. He should pull away. Should – not could since his brain was no longer connected to the rest of his body and all he could do was feel. Feel Colt’s warm hand in his pants, stroking him in a deliberate way to tempt him to do more than just talk and kiss. “C-Colt…” Shit. Nails scratched the fabric of the other’s shirt and Tony was trying to focus on all the intel the other man was sharing with him. His background in sports, the pizza, donuts and milkshake information… “C-Colt…” His hips rocked forward on their own accord, thrusting against the other man’s hand in slow movements. Tony could feel his heart about to burst out of his chest considering how fast it was beating – but nothing like when Colt admitted that he wanted kids one day and that he sought to adopt. That alone made Tony look into the other’s eyes, taking Colt’s face onto his hand and kissing the athlete breathless as he continued to gently thrust against that firm grip around his aching member. “I was a-adopted. I l-lived in a convent till I was f-five before my parents adopted me.” Such a weird topic of conversation when he had another guy’s hand inside his pants, stroking him to the point of madness. “I a-always wanted to adopt a kid or t-two. I e-even help out every w-weekend when I can and s-send some money to their institution to h-help the kids I will a-always consider my brothers and… s-sisters.” Fuck. “C-Colt…” Their lips brushed again, nails scratching the fabric of the other man’s shirt. “If… I-If you d-don’t s-stop…”

Colt refused to let them part, keeping their lips and tongues firmly intertwined when Tony spoke. Hearing the brunette moan his name over and over was driving Colt wild, it sounded so good coming out of his mouth, and it urged him to do more. “I’ve never been hungrier for a cock in my life.” He admitted, continuing to pump Tony, squeezing him every so often as his hand moved back and forth. It felt perfect in his hand, thick and hard, the picture didn’t do him justice, as glorious as it was. “Fuck, that’s so good.” He groaned into Tony’s mouth, feeling him thrust himself into his hand. Colt pushed his own hips forward, letting the other feel his rock hard cock, right up against his thigh. It was like he could feel Tony aching in his hand, with every push forward and whimper shared between them. Colt picked up his pace a bit, no longer stroking him teasingly, now he was doing it with purpose. He wanted to get Tony there. “We’re getting to know each other. We have something in common.” Colt had no clue Tony was adopted or the lengths he went to so that other children would find homes, but Colt felt like he was giving him his reward right now. “You’re a good guy, you deserve to be pleasured.” With that Colt started grinding his middle into Tony, the friction of his boner rubbing up against the architect, still stroking him hard and fast. “I’m not stopping until my hand’s covered in cum.” Colt was working him over like his life depended on it, one hand firmly wrapped around Tony’s cock, the other grabbing his ass, moving his body into him, and the rest of his body dry humping Tony for the world to see. “Cum for me. Come on.” If he could bare to take his mouth away from Tony’s he’d find a wall to push him up against, but he didn’t need one. He was strong enough to guide the other man’s body with nothing but his arms. Fully clothed and he still felt like he was fucking him he was grinding so hard. “Drench me.”