Business is business

Weekend work is a drag...

paintby-binary

Nope! I just do computer stuff…. You should do your paperwork on the computer! Then maybe you won’t get old then…

You do make a valid point. But alas, in this day and age, a man's written word is far more reliable that his typed one. At this rate though, by the time you four get back I'm going to look like I'm in my 70's.

#c: linc

Weekend work is a drag...

paintby-binary

Well that’s silly. Just give the paperwork to other people. Make them get old.

If only it was that easy, Linc. If only. Well judging by how you look I take it you don't do all that much paperwork yourself?

#c: linc

Weekend work is a drag...

paintby-binary

You shouldn’t work so late, Mr. Theo. Daddy says so much paperwork makes you old.

And that is why Kazz looks how he does compared to myself when I was his age. But alas, we can't all have jobs that don't depend on paperwork.

#c: linc

Weekend work is a drag...

it's 5:30 in the morning and I'm only just going to bed.

#mknstarter

elliottboyle

It was more verbal than I would have liked. I got to meet the new girlfriend.

Oh how lovely. I do hope you made a point to make your life seem increasingly superior?

#c: beatrice

elliottboyle

I ran into my ex today. That was awkward.

I could only imagine. Though hopefully it was more a silent exchange of awkwardness rather than a verbal one.

#c: beatrice

Is Matty your first BDSM relationship?

God no. Have you met Rilas?

#answered #Anonymous

pawprints-and-blood

after hours ↯ rilas & theo ↯ flashback ↯ ~20 years ago

pawprints-and-blood

Rilas growled and bucked his hips up against the other man, mindlessly suckling his skin—but not too hard. Just hard enough that it would be red until he left, something Rilas absolutely hated. He was a man of ownership. He liked to show off what was his, and he was incredibly posessive. One might say it was a very German attribute to have, but he didn’t care. So not being able to mark the writhing man beneath him practically made his blood boil. Made him want to say fuck the rules, fuck the authority and his wife could go to hell and suck a bruise on every square inch of the future lawyer’s body. After all, he practically was his. Had been since they were younger, and that was the way he liked it. Rilas knew what Theo wanted, and Theo knew what he wanted. And right then, it was the hot mess below him.

“Fuck her wishes,” he hissed into the other man’s collarbone, his teeth grazing his skin ever so slightly—dangerously—as he rocked into him. His mouth moved back up to his neck and then to the gap right below his chin before finding his mouth again, and he stared the other man directly into his eyes. “If you aren’t going to let me fuck some sense into you, then you better walk out that door right fucking now,” he growled out, his eyes filled with lust and need, though his voice pure malice. He knew the other man would know it wasn’t for him, though. It was for the bitch he called a wife.

Theo knew how possessive the other man was, and honestly it was one of his favorite perks because it was something they shared. Though Rilas’ seemed to be more…animalistic, when compared to his own, they both liked to let others know what belonged to them and how proud they were to have it. This made their little situation rather difficult in times like this, where the future lawyer wanted to plea with the other to hold him down and litter him in bite marks and bruises, leaving behind evidence that he had been there - but he knew such things would only end badly. While when they were younger, Rilas was able to leave marks on Theo that he could hide from his parents with ease, now with a wife Theo found every inch of his body no longer private and perhaps that made him even more bitter towards the woman. The fact she could see parts of him he only liked sharing with certain people - or a certain person - in particular.

The brunette writhed and gripped at Rilas’ chest with his hands - lithe fingers digging into the exposed skin with a sort of need to them. “I…” He began, wanting to protest with the man into just tossing him around and pressing into him just a little longer - but the tone in his voice caused Theo to shudder slightly. He knew the tone was towards his wife, and maybe that’s why it made him stutter his words and flush that bit darker - he liked the malice, he felt it himself towards the woman. And yet that was the reason he didn’t argue, the reason he leaned up that little bit that he could and pressed his lips to Rilas’ jaw again in a heated silent plea for the other to continue.

#para: ah

separation anxiety // tedeo

Matty took in every inch of the other man greedily, licking and suckling across the expanse of skin he could reach, and the moment the other man’s pants fell to the ground he found himself reaching behind him to grip at his ass roughly, yanking him toward himself harshly as he moved to assault his neck. Honest to god, he didn’t even care if he marked the man to hell and back tonight. He wanted every single person in that office to know that this was his, and maybe they should think harder next time when they kept him from him (he knew that wasn’t how it worked in all reality, but it was something he thought about on the daily. Then again he didn’t have much room to talk when it came to working so much.). He also knew that, well, technically he was the other man’s when it came to this… sexual relationship, but right then he just needed the other man.

The moment he felt the lithe hand curl around his cock, he shuddered and found himself grunting, his mouth stalling against the other man’s neck as his chin quickly found the man’s shoulder and his hands gripped at his hips a little bit too tightly instead. He hadn’t exactly been expecting that, so when it came his entire body wracked with pleasure and he found himself biting down on the flesh below his chin. He grunted once more and whimpered, gyrating his hips forward into the other man’s hand almost desperately, and god he almost felt like a complete whore coming undone in the other man’s hand like this, but he always did, and always had. And he had to remind himself that was nothing to be ashamed of.

There was something about the way Matty felt against him every time they were this close, like they almost melted against one another. It was horribly cheesy as a thought but often Theo found himself wondering where one of them ended and the other began - a thought that never crossed his mind with anyone else. Even Rilas. And that was something he noticed when he first met Matty, when he first kissed him and tasted the other man on his lips; skin against skin for the first time. He didn't think of Rilas, he didn't want the kiss to be someone else - he wanted it to be that stupid little distracting bartender that he had found far more interesting than anyone else in the gentleman's club that night. It also meant he had an entirely new out let for his possessive nature however, someone he proudly wanted the world to know belonged to him.

The lawyer moved his lips to the base of Matty's neck and bit down gently, teeth sinking into the skin with every intent of leaving a few spotted purple marks but nothing strong enough to draw blood. Even though the idea of tasting Matty's blood on his tongue had crossed his mind a few times, now certainly wasn't going to be a conversation opener at all. No, what he needed was just Matty - trying to convince him about other sexual deeds could wait till next time. Sucking slowly at the skin with the sensation of Matty's racing pulse beneath his tongue, Theo's hand quickened it's pace with each stroke around Matty's cock before releasing him after a few moments.

Stepping back to survey the damage of his partner's neck, Theo grinned a little with pride at the blotchy purple mark he'd left before he moved his face to press his lips messily against the base of the bartender's ear where it melted into his neck, practically groaning out his next words against the flesh. "On to the bed, now."

#para: sa

God, if it's one thing I miss about working at pa's restaurant throughout the week...

You’re ridiculous.

Only for you.

God, if it's one thing I miss about working at pa's restaurant throughout the week...

Mhm, sure.

Okay, suck up.

Hey...you can't blame me, it's so delicious.

I try, I try.

God, if it's one thing I miss about working at pa's restaurant throughout the week...

You only love me for my baklava, don’t you?

Yes, I have a whole styrofoam box filled with it from this morning with your name on it. I’ll be home in a few hours to give it to you.

Oh it's not the only thing. It is a bonus however.

I don't think I tell you how much I love you enough.

God, if it's one thing I miss about working at pa's restaurant throughout the week...

It’s the gyros and baklava. Every. Day.

You're going to bring some home...right?

Do you miss Germany?

No. Not in the slightest.

#answered #Anonymous

Doesn't it ever getting lonely, being in a relationship when he's barely ever home?

Of course I do but so does he I'm sure, and we make it work, we both have jobs that need us and it does get difficult from time to time. But it's not like we never see each other, I still see him for a few hours before work and on days I can take off I do just to spend them with him. So yes, I get lonely, but not for very long at all.

#answered #Anonymous

I apologize to anyone I offended.

gentlemenswolf

So dashing.

A protective man in a fancy suit who drops insults like we are on a kindergarten playground.

Sure, he shared his opinion on a public forum and so did I, but you see there is one key difference. I was defending myself against an attack it was not a display of passive aggression in order to get people to act the way I want them to. I threw the bullshit flag down and publicly said you’re not really sorry.

Does he know a god damn thing about me? No. Do I know a god damn thing about him? No. We are even.

Oh, is that what we are going to call the display eh? Chivalry? It would have been more old school and chivalrous to have approached that said person or persons he was so concerned about and asked them ‘is everything ok?’ That would have showed someone with empathy and true concern to be there when he is actuallyneeded verses dropping his opinion like napalm and watching the dust settle.

Courting? I must have missed that memo, I seem to remember him saying it was the ‘people’ he had a 'problem' with. One small comment with weight to make a whole slew of people feel uncomfortable and unwelcome. If he truly felt he offended someone he would have went to those people directly and apologized, but did he? No. He did it publicly because he truly did not care to take it to the next level and make it personal.

Was I insulted by it? Obviously, as were other people and perhaps now everyone is watching and asking themselves -just what the hell?

Excuse my big, balled superiority complex but shame is shame sir, put some sugar coated makeup on that and swallow it.

So clearly you came on here for a good time? Am I right? like everyone else and yet, right now, you're feeling so attacked. By what? A little comment that may not even been directed towards you? I'm sorry, truly, but when someone apologizes formally - and in their native tongue no less - you should really be a grown man and accept it and move on. Not call it insincere because you got a little wounded by someone not enjoying something that may not even directly concern you. It's a bit pigheaded and self centred isn't it?

His views and your views may be entirely different - but you are both entitled to opinions on the matter - but when he appologizes and you, a man who knows very little about him (or him, you as we clarified although you were never directly addressed or mentioned so this really isn't about you or your lack of big brass balls), call insincerity on it? despite the fact his words were never directly posed to you nor do you know the authenticity of his apology.

I think certain people take other's opinions a little too harshly - and you are one of those people.

Also, for future reference, I spit.

#c: tristan

I apologize to anyone I offended.

I didn’t mean to come off as… harshly as I did, I guess. It has nothing to do with what you post, it’s… something different. I shouldn’t have said anything to begin with and for that I am sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your nights.

Lypámai.

gentlemenswolf

A public apology?

The sincerity in this display is astounding…

Something different? Like what? Too much sex without the lock and key of a claim?

How positively uncivilized of us all.

How barbaric.

Too much pursing or going at a certain subbie? This must be lack of character on full display. Perhaps you assume far too much without knowing all the details of whats really going on. The details hashed over, away from your eyes.

Perhaps, you jumped to a conclusion you felt was justified and shamed your fellow brethren all in one fell swoop.

Round of applause.

Mon Dieu!

No kink shaming here, just people shaming.