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Ashton spoke of his danger, though her tone was seemingly one of approval rather than fear or condemnation. It was a theory further confirmed as she reached up to brush her fingertips along his beard, such gentle touch being a weakness of his that always brought low, approving sounds from him. Nobody but Ashton had been able to get so intimately close to Silas and thus she knew the little telltale signs and tricks to stir his affection or arousal in a way that no others could. 

As she pleaded with him that she’d be good, Silas let out a dark laugh. “Is that so? I very much doubt that…” he warned her, tone just as gruff as before. The statement was followed by a sharp slap to Ashton’s rear and Silas used her surprise to tighten his grip upon her frame, his lips just by her ear and his crotch pressed to her stinging ass whilst he murmured “But if you are serious about being good, perhaps you can show me just how much you want me to forgive you…” 

She bit her lip as Silas laughed in her ear. His hand slapped her ass and she let out a sharp inhale. Silas didn’t let up, grabbing her tighter and pulling her even closer to him. She wanted to kiss him to feel his lips on hers, feel his lips on her neck, breasts, and cunt. His attention always made her melt. Considering she was just a gardener while he was worth billions it was easy to feel special in his arms. Knowing what a coldblooded man he could be made it so much better. 

Silas pressed his crotch against her ass and she could feel his erection stir. The corners of her mouth flashed a smile for just a brief moment. Before she returned to her whimpering. “I-I do want you...” she told him. As much as she played protesting in bed, she could never deny how much she wanted him-- even in play. Shamelessly Ash bent over Silas’ desk and pulled her skirt up over her ass, displaying her floral patterned panties. 

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“There’s a lot you may not know about me, just because you have a file doesn’t mean you know everything…” Dorian teased to Reagan’s musing about him being a career criminal with a military kink, yet another smirk accompanying the statement. As tempting as it was to keep on teasing Reagan, the time for that passed as soon as the older male had his fingers in Dorian’s mouth. The thief sucked dutifully, his moans and the needy glint in his eyes betraying exactly how he felt about such treatment. It was only for around thirty seconds but it was long enough to make the surging lust between them soar. 

When Reagan wrapped his fingers in Dorian’s hair and mused about giving him a reward, the thief smirked once again. “Please, sir, I’d love that a lot…” he instantly said, tone just the right mix of needy and submissive. He whimpered again when Reagan tightened his grip upon his hair and told him to say exactly what he wanted. Even as Reagan then immediately began kissing at his neck, drawing yet more whimpers from Dorian, the thief was able to speak. “I want you to fuck me, sir… I want the risk of fucking in this building, but not gonna lie, I also just want your big fucking dick like I always do…”

That fucking smirk. Reagan both loved and hated that smirk. When they weren’t like this, their groins grinding against each other, Dorian’s smirk usually meant he was up to something. Something Reagan knew he’d be responsible for cleaning up. But right now it was just teasing-- teasing that Reagan fell for like a bag of bricks off a rooftop. Reagan grunted as Dorian’s whimpers filled his ears like a symphony. He growled against Dorian’s neck as he explained exactly what he wanted. “You of all people are scared of getting caught?” Reagan mused before biting down on Dorian’s neck making sure to leave a nice mark for him to admire later. 

Reagan then lifted Dorian by his hips and placed him on the edge of the desk. Reagan pushed him down on his back, one hand on the man’s shoulder while the other undid his belt. “Always so quick to beg for my dick,” Reagan grumbled. “Sometimes I wonder if that’s all you think about.” He pulled Dorian’s belt and pants down around his ankles then palmed the other man’s erection over his brief’s, the fancy kind that would take a nice chunk out of Reagan’s paycheck but that Dorian seemed to have a million pairs. “Since you want my dick so bad it should be easy enough for you to tell me how bad you want it.”

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Camden’s compliment sent a thrill up Cesca’s spine, the woman always loving being praised and her ego thus soared anytime someone said something nice to her. Camden’s words were accompanied by a fairly blatant admiring gaze, the way he looked at her boosting Cesca’s ego even more than the words he’d spoken. “Why thank you, it’s nice to hear something from you that doesn’t make me wanna scream,” Cesca teased in return to his praise, a giggle then coming from her after he’d mused about them being a handsome couple. “Easy, Cam. You don’t wanna rush to fourth base when we’re barely on first,” Cesca told him, her tone much lighter and teasing than her usual admonishments to him, the more informal atmosphere lending itself to her more amenable than usual mood. 

She settled herself comfortably in the chair and allowed Camden to settle her position in it, the way in which he whispered right against her ear sending another thrill along her spine. Again, Cesca smirked and his words made her laugh at the same time. “Miss Walden works just fine, though I’ll let you know if there’s a better title I want you to use, it’ll be something very proper I assure you,” Cesca mused, watching as the tall male returned to his side of the table and sat down. She listened with curious interest as he explained about the room and his former coach, the first part of the statement being what she focused on as she replied. 

“Does that mean you’re ashamed of being seen with me, Camden? Or is it just you don’t wanna be seen getting put in your place by a woman who tells you what to do for PR?” 

Camden couldn’t help but chuckle at her screaming comment. He was a pain in the ass, yeah. Some of that was he liked seeing Cesca all annoyed and some of it was just his personality. His buddies at the gym said it was obvious he was an only child, getting away with so much and always needing attention. “I’m lucky you put up with me,” he informed Cesca. He nodded when she pointed out he was getting ahead of himself. She was right of course. They hadn’t even held hands and he was ready to get on his knees in front of her and let her slap him (he’d say thank you afterwards too). But Cesca’s light, almost flirty tone gave Cam hope that maybe something would happen between them. If he was lucky. Just as lucky as he was to have her for his PR manager. 

“Proper? What like Lady Walden? Do I refer to you as we?” He teased. “But whatever you want, I’ll deliver.” He gave her a wink before taking a sip of his drink. At her question he shook his head. “What, pretty woman like you? I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. I just meant this room is more private than you might think.” He rubbed the bottom of his lip with his thumb, thinking. “Like uh... you ever been to Korea? They have those love hotels, you know. It’s that kind of arrangement.” He shrugged, “but like I said I’ve never taken advantage of it. I’m not against exhibitionism, just not at the front of my mind.”

He cleared his throat. “We don’t have to talk about any of that though. Unless you want to...” He was slipping a little, his curiosity getting the best of him.  

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Xander couldn’t deny the way his heart skipped a beat as soon as he was called a good boy by Clementine, his mouth dropping open ever so slightly whilst a clear doe-eyed glint occupied his gaze. Again, a small part of Xander’s mind raced with confusion as to how he’d succumbed so quickly, the way in which Clementine had read him and ‘unlocked’ a desire he didn’t even know he’d had extending the awe within Xander. However, he didn’t have much time to reflect as Clementine ran her fingers up the back of his head and dragging her nails along his scalp, the latter gesture drawing a slight whimper from Xander. So, as soon as she told him to get on his knees, Xander nodded and immediately did what she asked, his legs giving way to let him sink down so naturally and within seconds. As he knelt, Xander’s gaze didn’t leave Clementine’s for a second. 

Already he was looking at her with that soft, glistening gaze so many of her submissives had given her over the years. The sight made the corner of her mouth twitch with amusement. Xander let out a whimper, clearly enjoying the soft touches she was offering him. She hated to admit it but he was already growing on him, the softness he hid behind the persona of a tec mogul rather charming. Xander sunk to the floor oh so slowly, looking up at Clem for approval the entire time. One he was on his knees Clementine broke the stare to look again at his crotch.

She placed the ball of her heeled foot between his legs, ghosting over his erection. “I don’t recall giving you permission to get so worked up,” she pressed her foot down as if tapping the gas on a car. “We were just discussing ground rules. Did your mind wander?” Before Xander could answer she pressed her foot down further. 

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For all the journeys that Melody undertook on her travels, there was perhaps none as exciting as the walk towards a shoot, those journeys occurring whenever she needed extra cash and thus turned her hand back to OnlyFans. Across her time on the website in question, she’d made various friends and acquaintances who could help her with content, with Oto being one who could be relied upon for a quality shoot whenever one was required, hence her visit to him that night. 

With her veins nicely fuelled by bourbon as she arrived at Oto’s place that night, Melody replied with a cheery “Of course!” as soon as Oto invited her in over the intercom and asked her to make sure Status didn’t bolt out. She proceeded upstairs and still had the smile upon her lips when she opened the unlocked door to immediately be greeted by Status meowing and rubbing against her leg. 

“Hi, darling, I’ve missed you very much!” Melody cooed to the cat, reaching down as she spoke to lift Status up into her arms to cuddle. Oto approached her too and kissed her on top of her head, the sweet gesture broadening Melody’s smile and leading her to return by kissing him upon the cheek. “Always nice to see you as well, darling. Sometimes I wonder whether it’s you or Status who miss me the most,” Melody mused in return, eyes flicking between Oto and Status as she spoke. 

Oto had his back to Melody when she started cooing about how much she missed him. His cheeks flared an uncharacteristic red, and he looked over his shoulder to find Melody talking to Status. Which made sense. He was a pretty cute cat, very mellow as well. Oto couldn’t really keep a rambunctious cat around when he often had expensive camera equipment set up. Status seemed content to just sit on his cat tower and watch the various affairs of Oto’s apartment, like some perverted furry king. 

As he gave Melody a kiss he could hear Status purring loudly in Melody’s arms, nuzzling his head against her chest. Lucky asshole, Oto thought as he looked at his cat. Not that he had any reason to be jealous when Melody was literally here to have sex. Oto let out a dry chuckle. “That’s a good question. Status doesn’t miss many people. But you are one of my favorite people to work with.” The residuals from their video he already knew would make them both a pretty penny. Even through a screen people could feel their chemistry, and they ate it up with their wallets wide open. 

“How was the uh, getting here?” He couldn’t just ask how the traveling was going. Melody hopped to so many countries they’d be here all day talking about her various escapades. And they would talk about it, once the work was done. The work always came first. Work. First. Oto reminded himself. “Do you want anything to drink? Or you can just start getting ready,” he nodded to the bathroom adjacent to the living room where he already set up the LED mirror for her. 

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“You’re right, I should calm myself down before it becomes too obvious,” Hamadi murmured to Lada’s gentle reminder about their public setting and learning Vivienne’s own desires too. With his tuxedo pants already partially tented and lust flowing eagerly through his veins, it was a good thing that Lada opted to pull away when the song had finished. Hamadi smiled to her promise and watched for a few seconds as she went towards Vivienne. He soon turned on his heel however and moved towards one of the side studies where he could wait privately in hope of his wife entering alongside the young starlet. 

With a drink in his hand and his tie loosened, Hamadi’s gaze flicked immediately to the door when Lada entered, a smile growing at both the sight of her and that of Vivienne just behind. He didn’t even need to hear Lada’s words to know that the redhead had agreed to the intimate proposition, however as Lada confirmed it, Hamadi’s grin grew even further. “That’s very good to know, darling,” Hamadi mused in reply as he stood up, his tuxedo pants tenting once more with his trapped erection that would be clear to both women. Hamadi turned his gaze to meet Vivienne’s and he moved to meet her, grinning still as he took her hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss. “It’s lovely to meet you again, Vivienne, I’m very glad you’ve listened to my wife too…” 

Lada felt her arousal swell as soon as she walked into the room, the vision of Hamadi sitting with a drink his legs splayed open making her tingle like a school girl. A cat-like smile spread across her lips as Hamadi stood, the bulge in his pants more than apparent. Of course despite his mind clearly being in other places, Hamadi was still a gentleman, kissing Vivienne’s hand with grace. It was Hamadi’s poise that made him such a perfect partner. No matter how titillate he became he always minded his manners, unlike most men. “We’re all very lucky,” Lada mused, pressing her hip against Vivienne. 

“Let’s sit,” her and Hamadi on either side of Vivienne lead her to the couch. As soon as they sat down Lada leaned in to kiss Vivienne, touching her smooth cheeks and smelling her jasmine perfume. She was just as stunning in person as she was on screen, just as breathtaking. And now Vivienne would have her breath taken away by her husband’s cock. Lada pulled away from the kiss with a sultry expression. Holding her chin, Lada turned Vivienne’s head so she was facing Hamadi. She trailed light kisses along Vivienne’s neck and exposes shoulders, urging her to kiss her husband now. 

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Ashton pinned herself against his desk, her tone and look giving away within a second that he’d startled her. Silas showed no concern for that however as he strolled deeper into the room, coming to a stop only a few feet behind the redhead with his gaze still locked on her. “You’re right, I should get the door looked at,” he mused, though there was an undoubtedly harsher, underlying glint to his tone, husky and annoyed. 

The hint within the tone was followed with a more explicit, menacing confession a mere second later as Silas added “If only because people can apparently walk into my private office when I’m not here…” Ashton’s next words made it apparent she was lying and knew it, although rather than a genuine innocent it was also evident she full well knew she was provoking him too. As tempting as it was not to play into such games, Silas nonetheless moved forward to stand right behind her, his posture and sudden grip on her hips meaning she could stand up from her bent position even if she wanted to. “Seems like you need a reminder of how not to behave…” Silas began, tone as husky and menacing as before, extending as he continued with “No, scratch that… you need a punishment to ram the message home.” 

Ashton lifted herself onto her arms but was still hovering over the desk with her ass out. She continued to nibble at her lip as Silas spoke to her like she was completely beneath him. Not a threat but a nuisance. He came up behind her and grabbed her hips, trapping her in his grasp. It was tempting to lean further back so she could feel his crotch against her ass and tease him. But that might put a stop to the cool and controlled foreplay. Silas told her she needed to behave... to be punished. She rubbed her thighs together, at least letting herself have a little teasing. 

She stood up, Silas’ grip on her hips still unbreakable. She leaned her head all the way back, her crown touching his chest. “I promise I won’t do it again,” she said in a soft voice. “I know how dangerous you are. Everyone whispers about it.” She couldn’t help but reach back to touch his cheek, fingers brushing his light beard. Silas was scary but Ash knew that he would never truly hurt her. That if anything he would hurt anyone who dared to lay a finger on her or her son. She felt so lucky, so blessed to be his. As fun as this little game was, she still wanted him to feel her appreciation. 

“Please,” she pouted, rubbing her thighs together even more. “Please, I’ll be good I promise.”

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“Hot gossip hounds, there’s definitely much more gay and bi stuff going on in the armed forces than gets admitted, I think. How can all these guys be away from women for so long and not get a little man on man, hmm?” Dorian mused, a laugh following from him right as he then added “Or maybe that’s just what goes on in my fantasies…” The smirk remained on his lips after he’d settled himself on Reagan’s lap, his ego and smugness evident from every facet of his facial expressions and growing even more obvious as he felt Reagan running his fingertips along his hips. 

The quip about his silver tongue being useful made Dorian laugh and he made a deliberate show of sucking upon Reagan’s fingers briefly, moans coming until he pulled back and remarked “Oh I know that, sir, you’ve praised me often enough for how I use it…” in a teasing, playful tone. He laughed again at his own blatant reference, amusement stirred too by the way Reagan’s voice was evidently more of a growl than before. Never one to miss an opportunity, Dorian began subtly rocking his hips down against Reagan’s crotch and thighs, no words coming from the thief but his actions and smirk telling the whole story of what sinful action he was trying. 

Reagan shook his head, chuckling when Dorian admitted he was a bit bias due to his fantasies. “A career criminal with a military kink. I thought that was just for blonde bombshells who wanted to live on base.” Dorian would hate the commissary. But Reagan also wasn’t sure Dorian was the type to ever settle down... especially with a guy like him. That didn’t stop Reagan from occasionally thinking Dorian would make a good wife. Husband-person. Though much like Dorian, Reagan had to admit some of that might have to do with a fantasy involving Dorian in a cutesy apron and just an apron. 

Dorian took his fingers with ease, his moans making Reagan want to shove his fingers in further. He considered fucking Dorian’s mouth with his fingers as a little preview of what was to come but Dorian pulled back and spoke with his aforementioned silver tongue. Dorian rocked his hips and Reagan let out a low moan from the back of his throat, watching Dorian grind against him. 

He took the same hand he used to fuck Dorian’s mouth and brought it to the base of his head, wrapping his fingers in Dorian’s hair but not yet tugging. “I do praise you a lot, don’t I?” He told Dorian in a gravely voice. “I should give you a reward.” Finally Reagan tightened his grip on Dorian’s hair and pushed his face toward’s Reagan’s. Still holding a tight grip, Reagan whispered in Dorian’s ear, “tell me exactly what you want.” He released Dorian’s hair and started kissing his neck, occasionally nipping at his pale flesh. His other hand palmed Dorian’s crotch. He was trying to make it as hard as possible for Dorian to use that silver tongue. 

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Oto was setting up the tripods when the buzzer to his apartment rang. He knew immediately it had to be Melody. Otherwise he was about to have an uninvited guest. He didn’t even really like having guests that were invited, the exception being his ‘co-workers.’ Though who wouldn’t get a little gity about making a film that was bound to make money. Oto set down the tripod and pushed the intercom. “Come on up. Door is unlocked.” A loud meow caught his attention. Stratus, his large fluffy grey cat, sat on the table by the door. “Make sure Status doesn’t bold,” he reminded Melody over the intercom before buzzing her in.

He went back to setting up all the cameras. He had three tripods set up and one handheld. Everyone loved a POV shot but Oto did sort of hate having to shove a camera in his co-stars face. Especially with Melody. It was impossible for him to actually look at her when he needed her to look through the camera. He’d finished mounting the camera onto the tripod when he heard the door to his apartment open and Status started meowing. Singing the song of his furry people as he rubbed against Melody’s leg.

“Good to see you,” Oto said in his usual, monotone voice. He gave Melody a kiss on top of her head like he always did. 

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Dexter felt a pang of sympathy strike him right in the heart when Kane told him that there wasn’t much to do in town beyond take and sell drugs. It was a poignant reminder of where he’d come from and what he’d achieved since leaving, the vivid and grittily uncompromising memories of his home town coming right to the fore of Dexter’s mind from a place where he’d long since buried them. He’d been back for a few days yet he hadn’t properly had time to reflect on every uncomfortable aspect of the place till then. To Kane’s point, Dexter merely shrugged and mused “I see it’s not changed much since I left…” before the conversation turned onto his look and lighting. 

Kane’s blunt remark about how he looked like a ghost made Dexter laugh and he shrugged again, though that time with a grin on his features at the same time. “Some people find ghosts sexy, I should know,” he quipped, the remark true but also said with some hint of pride, a natural reaction with his newfound status to the evident way Kane was still being cutting even after so many years apart, the two dancing close to the edge of being bully and victim again if a few sentences or questions went badly. 

However, as Dexter reflected on that whilst looking at the product, Kane surprised him for the second time that night by suddenly apologising for high school. It made Dexter furrow his brow for a few seconds, brain evidently processing what was said, a bemused smile soon appearing against on his lips. “Well…” he eventually began, adding “Thanks, I guess? I mean it was a long time ago, people change and… well, I was probably annoying…” A breath after that barely came from him before Dexter then said “I won’t take you up on a free hit, not that I could smack you, you’re like the Hulk still.” 

“Nah, this town is stuck in time,” Kane added. “The people change, the place doesn’t.” He certainly wasn’t the star football champion he had been in high school. Not that anyone cared about that-- he wasn’t even the town disappointment. Though if every place he went to he got asked about the championship of 95 he’d probably ram his head against the goal post till he couldn’t remember a lick of high school. Kane noticed a hint of sadness in Dexter’s eyes. “Rent is cheap though. Everything here is pretty cheap. Can’t beat that.” Maybe he could but sometimes he’d catch those apartment renovation shows and see just how much a studio in New York cost and it made him glad he’d never left the state. 

Dexter mentioned people finding ghosts sexy and Kane snorted. “I forgot skinny, funny guys are all the rage now with women. Guess I’m fucked,” he gestured to his wide but still toned body. Going to the gym was the least he could do for himself. “Luckily guys still go for muscles,” he added, not thinking much of it. Honestly Kane didn’t think at all about his sexuality. He just fucked what he liked and sometimes that was women and sometimes it was men. At the back of his mind he wondered if he never really came out because of all those years bullying guys like Dex for seeming gay. Kane wasn’t ever sure if Dexter was gay. I mean sometimes he’d get a look from Dexter like he was checking him out but he had no way of knowing what was going through Dexter’s brain. 

Which made the apology all the more necessary. “Yeah, you were annoying,” Kane confirmed. “Aw come on,” Kane chastised, opening his arms so his chest was exposed. “I mean you’re right, it probably won’t hurt much,” he lifted up the hem of his shirt to expose the abs he still maintained. “But ya know, karma. Old times sake. Whatever the fuck.” Kane took a step towards Dexter. “You still scared of me?” he asked in a low voice. 

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As Cesca sauntered into the restaurant that night, she couldn’t deny the quickened pace of her heart thudding against her chest. Technically, it was only dinner with a client and yet she couldn’t deny the significance of the milestone with Camden. Usually she was admonishing him and keeping the client/service boundary firm, but she had decided to give Camden a shot at something beyond that and whilst the extent of ‘what’ was still uncertain, Cesca still couldn’t help but wonder. It was a mood reflected in her apparel too, form encased by a tight little black dress and trademark high heels, a clutch under her arm being the only other thing she had whilst she made her way at the waiter’s direction into the side room. 

Camden stood up to greet her and she smiled to his opening words, his smile also helping bring out the similarly matching expression from her. “You scrub up nice, Camden, I’ll give you that,” she mused, eyeing up and down blatantly for a few seconds. She turned her gaze to the bottle of wine as soon as he mentioned it and seeing the choice, Cesca nodded approvingly. “Nice choice, you’re full of surprises yet again,” Cesca told him, moving backwards then to her seat. “Care to get my chair for me? I’d hate to waste all this chivalry and gentlemanly spirit you’re suddenly full of, there’s a good boy,” she said, smirking as she did so. 

Camden chuckled when she mentioned he scrubbed up nice. It would be easy to make a comment-- do I normally look bad? But he just wanted to appreciate this moment, appreciate how nice Cesca looked. “You look stunning as ever,” he told her in a gravely voice. The tight dress left little to the imagination but that didn’t stop Camden from imagining her naked wearing nothing but those tall heels. He felt her eyeing him and his cocky smile just grew. “Guess we make a handsome couple, huh?” he said, louder than before. 

“Of course,” Camden agreed as he took hold of the chair back and pulled it out for Cesca to sit. Cam just thought he might get a nice view of her ass but Cesca did him one better-- outright calling him a good boy for doing the bare minimum. But those two words were electric and Camden found himself holding the back of the chair tighter. Once Cesca was sat, he bent at the waist to whisper in her ear. “Thank you, Miss Walden.” He pulled away to look at her face. “Or is there another title you’d like me to use?” She could tell him to call her the Queen of Candy Land and he’d do it. Anything to show submission, to prove to her he would follow her whims. 

Cam returned to his side of the table. Now sitting across from Cesca, he felt himself tensing, a touch nervous. “The nice thing about this place is it’s very private,” Cam informed her a bit out of the blew. “I’m not the only one who uses this private room to entertain... company I’d rather people not know I’m with.” He said, before realizing how shady that sounded. “I had a coach who was a real ass. Great at what he did but a horn dog. He introduced me to this place.” Cam explained, not sure how that story would paint him. “He’d probably call me a bitch for mostly bringing my rivals back here after a title match.” Cam chuckled.

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Clementine spoke to him as if he’d already become her submissive and even though they’d yet to do anything, Xander couldn’t deny the natural warmth that spread through him from the pit of his stomach at the prospect of it. His heart still raced and thudded against his chest, adrenaline flowing freely throughout his veins and showing no sign of stopping anytime soon. When Clementine reached him and stroked his cheek, Xander’s breath caught in his throat but the sound was soon nothing when compared to the loud, surprised and even lustful gasp that shot from him at the feeling of Clementine suddenly tugging on his hair. By that point, Xander’s cock pressed prominently against his pants, though the young male said nothing about it given how Clementine was holding him, the only words from his mouth instead being “Yes… I… I understand.” 

Clementine was quiet a moment after Xander agreed to the terms, intentionally building suspense. "Good boy," she spoke softly, almost like she was comforting a frightened animal. Her eye flicked down to the obvious erection in his pants, then shot back up to meet his gaze, eyes sharp as a blade. Clementine released his hair, running her fingers up the back of his head and brushing out the top of his head making sure her nails dragged along his scalp softly. "Now get on your knees," she ordered him, again in that soft and comforting voice. "You need a little discipline already," she looked back down at his erection.  

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Alexei didn’t even need to prompt Theo to get on her knees before him, the two as ever understanding each other instinctively and especially so when it came to sex. “Good girl…” Alexei mused to her playfully spoken agreement once she was already on her knees, a low and approving growl following right from the back of his throat at the feeling of her hand upon the waist of his briefs. However, she opted to move her hand up his chest to rest upon the bruise and markings around his ribs, the slight pressure of her fingers bringing a slightly more pained grunt from Alexei instead. Her touch didn’t hurt him but the bruise was still sensitive nonetheless. 

“I took a few hits on this job, nothing I can’t handle,” Alexei told her, his tone husky and gruff still. The more pleasured, aroused sounds swiftly returned as soon as he felt Theo’s warm breath by his trapped, hard cock, her promise to make him feel better drawing a brief chuckle from Alexei. Another relieved groan came when Theo finally pulled down his briefs, his hard cock springing free and immediately being appreciated by Theo with her fingers, the stroking motions bringing the first of many loud, approving moans from Alexei. “I always miss this…” Alexei mused between moans, his gaze not leaving the sight of Theo before him for a second either. 

Theo would always melt when he praised her like that, his voice was gravely and heavy with lust. Then again there would never be a time she didn't just fold like paper for him. Not that he ever made ridiculous demands. That was much more the higher-ups sending him off on wild missions and telling her she needed to work faster to keep up with the never-ending pile of missions.  But right now all that mattered was he was here and, relatively, unharmed. Alexei grunted, his muscles tensing at her touch. "You know I worry," she whispered against his sex, her hands still working him.

She smiled up at him in agreement when he told her he missed this. Herself impatient, she finally took his cock in her mouth, moaning as her tongue lightly brushed along the tip.  Slowly she took more of him in his mouth, her tongue gently pressing against his length. Starting off slow made the rough parts all the more enjoyable. And honestly, she liked slowly bobbing her head back and forth, lips dragging along Alexei's long shaft.  The whole time she looked up at Alexei, mesmerized by his blue eyes.

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Leadership of Providence required near countless levels of security. Everything depended on Silas ensuring his anonymity so that he could lead in absolute security without threat of exposure, imprisonment or assassination, his identity known to only a select few staff and operatives on the threat of death should they ever betray him. Outside of that group, Ashton was the only one who knew the darkness and corruption at the heart of his world, even if Silas didn’t tell her about his operations as a form of pillow talk. 

So, as soon as the silent alarm in his private study had been tripped, Silas had received a notification upon his phone. The cameras had shown the ‘intruder’ and thus Silas had seen no need for the kind of lethal action he’d instil upon a genuine intruder. Instead, Silas opted to deal with the ‘problem’ by himself. 

Almost like a panther, Silas near silently made his way into the office and his gaze immediately fell upon the sight of Ashton bent over the desk. He lingered for a few seconds before breaking the silence with a sharp, simple statement. “It’s not nice to pry… even if you give me such a nice view.” 

Despite hearing the door open, Silas’ voice startled her. She turned around, pinning herself against the desk. His footsteps hadn’t made a single sound. Were it not for the hinges on the door she wouldn’t have ever guessed he was in the room. “You should get that door looked at...” she told him, still acting as if nothing were awry, as if she wasn’t doing anything that could be seen as treacherous. It was more fun, acting all innocent and clueless-- only for Silas to threaten her and show her what was what. 

Every bit of this was for fun. Even if Ash did steal some incriminating paperwork she didn’t know who she would bring it to. Silas had all the local authorities in his pocket. Who know who all was on his payroll at the federal level. “I-I didn’t mean to pry,” she told him. “I didn’t even realize this was your office,” she bit her lip, solidifying the lie. 

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With his gaze still flicking to Vivienne occasionally as they danced, Hamadi still paid attention to his wife’s words and did so with a smirk as she pondered his question about a threesome with Vivienne. The options that Lada outlined made the smirk grow on his features as well as making his cock twitch against his suit pants. Given how close the two of them were dancing, Hamadi knew Lada would be able to start feeling his arousal but for the moment he said nothing about it, instead wanting to focus on the sensual topic at hand. 

“Why not both?” Hamadi murmured, tone huskier as he said it. “You can hold her hair back and tell her just how to suck me… and then you can get by her side and show her too… I’d love pushing your heads closer together like that, making sure you kiss with my cock in between your lips. Perhaps if you’re both extra good then I’d take turns fucking your mouths whilst the other makes sure my balls are attended to…” There was no denying Hamadi let himself get carried away with lustful fantasy whenever such conversation cropped up, the artistic ‘vision’ of a director clearly on show, displayed not just by his words but by how his cock had so quickly hardened from the stir of before to then press firmly against his pants and Lada’s waist. 

Watching the lust bubble up inside her husband made her smile. Hamadi was wonderful and keeping him all to herself felt like a waste. She knew they were inseparable, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. And she wanted him with his eyes rolling back into his head, wanted him moaning and shivering with pleasure. As they danced she felt his arousal between his legs, making her giggle. If it weren’t for the obvious scandal she’d happily get on her knees right now and take care of her husband. Lada pressed a finger to her husband’s lips. “My you’re eager... we have to consider what dear Vivienne wants as well. She’s our guest after all.” Still, she glanced back over at Vivienne, making eye contact with the woman. 

The song ended and Lada gave her husband a light kiss on the cheek. “Give me some time...” she whispered to him. It was easy to pull Vivienne aside and have them speak more in private. Easier still to have Vivienne admit she found Hamadi attractive, which caused Lada to smile like a cat with a bowl of cream. Vivienne seemed embarrassed at first but Lada insisted she was flattered... and Hamadi would be too. Eventually she lead Vivienne to the study where Hamadi was waiting, holding her hand like two school girls. “Love,” she cooed as they entered the room together. “Vivienne and I have been talking, it seems she has a bit of a crush on you.” Vivienne blushed and Lada looked at her with admiration.

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As Reagan explained about guys in the military and their sexual exploits, Dorian looked back at him with both a curious raise of his eyebrow and a bemused smirk. “You seem to know a lot about gay and bi guys in the Marines, babe, anything you want to tell me?” Dorian teased, laughing at his own quip then. The smirk remained on his lips as Reagan began querying the affectionate terms Dorian was using, another laugh coming at the teasing quip about being rubbed down. “Anytime and anyplace, you know me,” Dorian promised, a hint of playfulness and seduction within his tone as he said it. 

Dorian’s smile softened as Reagan conceded that he was right about the FBI ultimately only caring for results rather than methods. However, the added comment about how Dorian left him on edge put the smirk right back on the thief’s lips and he laughed again to it too. “I have my uses, don’t I?” Dorian teased, approaching Reagan then, having not missed the way he opened his legs as if a subtle invite for him to come position himself on his lap. Naturally, Dorian settled himself on Reagan’s thigh easily, wrapping his arms loosely around his lover’s shoulders whilst his thigh pressed against Reagan’s crotch. 

“Only that soldiers are gossip hounds,” Reagan informed Dorian. He really hadn’t been involved with men or anyone in his platoon. Well, except that one time he and another guy gave each other hand-jobs but Reagan didn’t feel like that counted. It had been a one and done thing and neither him nor the other man was gay. Or at least wasn’t back then. Course if he told Dorian that he’d never hear the end of it. 

He watched Dorian cross the room, wearing that cocky smirk of his. Reagan just hummed to himself as Dorian straddled his lap, wrapping himself around one of Reagn’s legs. Dorian’s knee pressed against Reagan’s groin where his cock was starting to stir. “You... are very useful...” Reagan agreed lazily. His hand reached up to stroke Dorian’s cheek with the back of his fingers before he let his finger tips run along Dorian’s lips. His other hand wrapped around Dorian’s waist, making sure he was secure in his lap. 

Reagan began to worm his fingers past Dorian’s lips to slip them into his mouth. “Very useful with that silver tongue of yours,” Reagan growled, smirking. He knew Dorian would bend over for him whenever he wanted. Sometimes Reagan worried he was using Dorian... even if the FBI was using him as well. Even if it seemed like Dorian sort of liked being used.