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“Honesty… is what you need, it sets you free.”
Reaper turned to the Archer at his words, silently staring at him through the mask. "Honesty about what?" About what he was? Who he was? "You don't have much room to speak on honesty, Shimada." He turned to face back at the window, thinking over the others words.
“I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.”
— Unknown
The night holds no fear for me, because I know you’re waiting in it
Kit walked into Professor Reyes’s classroom for his History 202 class. He was tired from fighting with his boyfriend and had a few new bruises and cuts that were still bleeding under his jacket. Despite that, he picked a seat in the front row, and carefully got out his things as the rest of the class filtered in. Even though he was in a relationship, Kit found himself crushing hard on the professor. The man had an air about him that was so seductive and charming, Kit felt himself get wet just answering a question in class. He even found himself subconsciously trying to seduce the man, biting his lip, fluttering his eyes and making himself known to the professor. But he didn’t know if it was working. Noticing the door open one final time, he sat up straighter and smiled softly as he watched Professor Reyes walk in.
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Kit gratefully stepped under the warm spray and obidently closed his eyes to let Gabe wash his hair. “I’m thinking about getting it cut soon.” He said softly. “Now that i’m a little more free in my actions there are several things i want to do.”
“Yeah? Well, I have the money, and I know a good hairdresser. If you ever need me to pay for anything, I will.” He spoke as he poured shampoo into his hands, massaging the soap into Kit’s scalp, being careful not to get it in the others eyes.
“Can we start looking at therapists and doctors? I wanna get on T as soon as possible.” He said, voice excited. He relaxed under Gabriel’s touch, the leftover stress from the police interview mealting away. “Mmmm…your fingers are magic…”
“Of course. Hormone blockers too, I assume?” He chuckled as Kit relaxed, giving him a smile. “Yeah, but you already knew that, didn’t you?” He purred, softly kissing Kit
“Yeah…shit there’s so much i don’t know…i was only ever able to do basic research…” he kissed back gently. “I did. But a demonstration never hurt matters.” He teased gently, kissing him again.
"Well, look some stuff up then. It's...a little important." He gives Kit a smile before rinsing his hair out, urging him out of the way so he could wash his own hair.
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"You won't be looking anywhere but right here." He growled, throwing the others sweatpants to the side once he got them off. He knew Jesse was trying to rile him up, but he wasn't going to just let him say that. He ground down against Jesse, holding his jaw with one hand as the other went down the cowboys thigh as he kissed him, deep and possessive.
He pulled off his own shirt before going back down to kiss and mark Jesse's neck, a reminder that would be hidden under his serape. "Where's the lube and condoms?" He sat up, looking over the sight before him, Jesse always looked nice, but even better when he was mostly naked and underneath him.
The night holds no fear for me, because I know you’re waiting in it
Kit walked into Professor Reyes’s classroom for his History 202 class. He was tired from fighting with his boyfriend and had a few new bruises and cuts that were still bleeding under his jacket. Despite that, he picked a seat in the front row, and carefully got out his things as the rest of the class filtered in. Even though he was in a relationship, Kit found himself crushing hard on the professor. The man had an air about him that was so seductive and charming, Kit felt himself get wet just answering a question in class. He even found himself subconsciously trying to seduce the man, biting his lip, fluttering his eyes and making himself known to the professor. But he didn’t know if it was working. Noticing the door open one final time, he sat up straighter and smiled softly as he watched Professor Reyes walk in.
@commander–reyes
Kit gratefully stepped under the warm spray and obidently closed his eyes to let Gabe wash his hair. “I’m thinking about getting it cut soon.” He said softly. “Now that i’m a little more free in my actions there are several things i want to do.”
“Yeah? Well, I have the money, and I know a good hairdresser. If you ever need me to pay for anything, I will.” He spoke as he poured shampoo into his hands, massaging the soap into Kit’s scalp, being careful not to get it in the others eyes.
“Can we start looking at therapists and doctors? I wanna get on T as soon as possible.” He said, voice excited. He relaxed under Gabriel’s touch, the leftover stress from the police interview mealting away. “Mmmm…your fingers are magic…”
"Of course. Hormone blockers too, I assume?" He chuckled as Kit relaxed, giving him a smile. "Yeah, but you already knew that, didn't you?" He purred, softly kissing Kit
The night holds no fear for me, because I know you’re waiting in it
Kit walked into Professor Reyes’s classroom for his History 202 class. He was tired from fighting with his boyfriend and had a few new bruises and cuts that were still bleeding under his jacket. Despite that, he picked a seat in the front row, and carefully got out his things as the rest of the class filtered in. Even though he was in a relationship, Kit found himself crushing hard on the professor. The man had an air about him that was so seductive and charming, Kit felt himself get wet just answering a question in class. He even found himself subconsciously trying to seduce the man, biting his lip, fluttering his eyes and making himself known to the professor. But he didn’t know if it was working. Noticing the door open one final time, he sat up straighter and smiled softly as he watched Professor Reyes walk in.
@commander–reyes
Kit gratefully stepped under the warm spray and obidently closed his eyes to let Gabe wash his hair. “I’m thinking about getting it cut soon.” He said softly. “Now that i’m a little more free in my actions there are several things i want to do.”
"Yeah? Well, I have the money, and I know a good hairdresser. If you ever need me to pay for anything, I will." He spoke as he poured shampoo into his hands, massaging the soap into Kit's scalp, being careful not to get it in the others eyes.
I don’t know why I made this but I did so here it is
“It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.”
— Myra McEntire
The night holds no fear for me, because I know you’re waiting in it
Kit walked into Professor Reyes’s classroom for his History 202 class. He was tired from fighting with his boyfriend and had a few new bruises and cuts that were still bleeding under his jacket. Despite that, he picked a seat in the front row, and carefully got out his things as the rest of the class filtered in. Even though he was in a relationship, Kit found himself crushing hard on the professor. The man had an air about him that was so seductive and charming, Kit felt himself get wet just answering a question in class. He even found himself subconsciously trying to seduce the man, biting his lip, fluttering his eyes and making himself known to the professor. But he didn’t know if it was working. Noticing the door open one final time, he sat up straighter and smiled softly as he watched Professor Reyes walk in.
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“Alright sounds good.” He nodded. “I’m gonna take a shower, will you join me? I could use some distraction.” He looked at Gabe slightly pleadingly
Gabe hesitate a bit on the shower, but, he had eaten so he wasn’t too pale or sickly looking. “Alright, I smell a bit bad anyways.” He chuckled, heading to the master bathroom and getting them towels from the closet. “Do you like your showers warm or cool?”
“Warm. But i bet between the two of us we can make it steamy.” He smiled with a wink, following Gabe into the bathroom and stripping. He was still covered in brusies and scars and self conscious about his female body, but he knew Gabe loved him for himself, no matter what.
Gabe groaned and rolled his eyes at the others dumb flirting, though he couldn’t help but smile. “I’m sure we could.” He chuckled, turning on the shower and waiting a bit for it to warm up. The house was old, and it needed it’s time to get done what it needed to get done. After he had stripped as well he decided to pass the time as the water warmed up to pamper Kit with kisses along his face and neck.
Kit purred happily, nuzzling into the touches. “Mmmm…i love you so much Gabe.” He said happily, kissing his lover deeply
“I love you too, baby.” He murmured before kissing Kit back, his arms wrapped around the others waist. “So beautiful, my handsome baby…” He ran his fingers through Kit’s hair, chuckling quietly. “Yeah, we definitely need showers.”
Kit laughed softly as well, snuggled close. “You don’t smell that bad.” He objected, trailing his fingers over Gabe’s chest.
"Hmm. I some how doubt that." He climbed into the shower, helping Kit in after him. "Close your eyes, let me wash your hair."
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“Beggin’ yer pardon sir ya want me ta what?” Pretending to be your bosses husband had not been in the job description.
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He scrunched up his nose, glaring at the cowboy. “Jesse, I don’t find you attractive enough for that. Especially just for a cover job. ” He wrote notes down into a notepad, though, stopped and looked up at Jesse.
“Though it does mean we have to share a room, I can sleep on the cot though. Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“I mean I ain’t gotta problem sleepin’ in a cot,” Jesse said, leaning back in his chair resting his feet on the table, “Yer gonna need the better bed n rest then me cus I assume you’ll be doin’ most of the talkin’ during this little charade.”
"Jesse, I've run on a collective 10 hours of sleep a week for the past five years. I couldn't care less if you wanted to take the bed. Also, get your feet off the desk, this isn't a noir detective movie." He looked down at his holopad, searching for a hotel that would fit them for the cover mission. "This is my last offer for the bed, I sleep fine on a cot. I'm a soldier."
"You are nothing but a ghost to me at this point. And I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing..." (engclsgleich)
Gabriel sat silently, at his desk, massaging his temples before looking over at Markus. "It's probably for the best that that's what I am to you." He leaned his elbows onto his desk, looking down at his hands, anywhere that wasn't at Markus, really. He'd been pushing everyone away recently, even Markus. He shouldn't, but he has, he doesn't know what else to do now, really.
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"Yeah, much better." He muttered, his own arms going around the cowboys waist to pull him close. He couldn't help but give a small huff at Jesse's words, giving a small nod. "I can do that." He purred, leading Jesse over to the bed, taking the whiskey glass from his hand before he pushed him down on the bed, moving to straddle the others waist.
He took a sip of the wiskey before scrunching his nose up, looking down at Jesse. "This can hardly be called whiskey." He set the glass down on the nightstand before leaning down to kiss the other, not a soft, slow kiss, but a deep, hard kiss. His hands gripped Jesse's jaw as he ground against the others hips, moving to be more between the others legs.
His hands went down to work on the others sweatpants, he wasn't going to tease Jesse as much as he usually would, from his texts it was obvious that wasn't what he needed right now.
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Gabriel had been beginning to wind down after work when Jesse texted him. He almost ignored it, in all honesty, but he had a feeling he would probably regret it if he did. And yeah, he would have, and now instead of sitting down and watching three hours of TV shows, he was heading over to Jesse's appartment.
He let himself in without knocking, there was no need, he knew Jesse would be alone. "You're a real peice of work, you know that?" He grumbled, chucking his shoes off at the entrance way.
He head over to Jesse, hand on his hip as he stared the cowboy in the eye. "Might want to get the cat off your lap for this."
Demon insurance sales, Gabe. design from @Elapuse
Selling “will the world end today” insurance.
husband is Jack Morrison, who runs a company of angel agencies, trying their best to avoid world bad ending, in which case Gabe will be paying massive compensation.
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