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Angel let out a rough, scratchy chuckle, his forehead dropping to rest against Miko's as he just took a second to exist in the same space. "Holy fuck, you're gonna be the death of me, niño," he muttered, the thick warmth throughout his voice carrying all of that lovely, melted affection for his one and only princess. He stole one more deep, searing kiss, the kind that tasted like a wedding vow, before he finally, with a staggering amount of effort, peeled himself away from the heat of the boy's body. Even though they'd scrubbed the slick evidence of their bathtub tryst from their skin, the bed was already a wreck of rumpled sheets again, smelling of Angel's black licorice soap and the still buzzing, electric fever of their closeness. Angel felt a sharp pang of pride seeing Miko so thoroughly spent, looking soft and cherished against the pillows. He stood up, his muscular frame unabashedly naked, scarred from years of landing jumps and taking spills as a pro, yet still powerful and steady. He snagged a pair of well-worn gray sweatpants from the floor, stepping into them commando. The soft fabric hung low on his hips, doing absolutely nothing to hide the lingering weight of his desire or the thickly pulsating size of his girth. He leaned over, planting a final kiss on Miko's temple, his hand trailing possessively down the boy's flank. "Rest those legs, mi cielo. I'm gonna go see just how bad you thrashed that bike again. Don't take too long coming down, or I might come back up here and finish what you started."
The garage was a place of cold steel and the scent of oil, but today his mind was a chaotic riot of Miko. He knelt beside the mangled motocross bike, his large, grease-stained hands moving with expertise and ease over the bent handlebars and the cracked fairings. It was a mess, forks slightly misaligned, the subframe taking a nasty hit, but he knew these machines better than he knew himself. As he torqued bolts and bled brake lines, he wasn't seeing the metal. He was planning. He wanted to do this right, to give Miko the kind of romance a boy like that deserved. Maybe that little bistro downtown with the pretty soft lights? No, too stuffy. He thought about taking him to the coast----------- letting the salt breeze whip through Miko's hair whilst they ate greasy takeout on the hood of his truck, or maybe finding a quiet spot under the stars where the only sound was the wind and the rhythmic thrum of their hearts. Every time he tightened a nut, he imagined Miko's hand in his; every time he wiped grease from a chrome pipe, he pictured the way Miko's eyes crinkled when he laughed. He was a goner, a man who had spent his life chasing adrenaline and fixing broken things, finally realizing that the only thing he'd ever truly needed to bridge was the distance between him and this boy.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs had Angel's head snapping up instantly, his heart doing a stupid, youthful somersault in his chest. When Miko appeared, looking soft and slightly dazed in the garage light, Angel felt a wave of possessive heat wash over him that nearly buckled his knees. He didn't say a word; he just stood, wiping his hands on a rag and tossing it aside as he crossed the concrete floor in three long, aggressively brisk strides. He reached out, his large hands hooking under Miko's thighs and hoisting him up as if he weighed nothing at all. He marched him over to the wooden workbench, clearing a space with one sweep of his arm before seating Miko on the edge. Angel crowded in between the boy's knees, his calloused palms framing Miko's face, smearing a faint, accidental streak of oil across a pale cheek. "Couldn't stay away, huh?" Angel growled, voice dropping into that darkly honeyed register that signaled the end of his self-control. He pressed his lips against Miko's, a demanding meeting that tasted of desperation and devouring need. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a hostile takeover, his tongue sweeping deep into Miko's mouth whilst his hands wandered down to grip the boy's waist, pulling him flush against his chest so Miko could feel exactly what those sweatpants were struggling to contain.
his heart was thumping wildly in his chest, unable to control the beat as he thought about going on a real date with angel. sure, it was something he'd let his mind wander to a few times, but he hadn't actually thought it was possible. and now, here the older male was, being the one to suggest it in the first place. miko felt like he was riding a high that would never stop. he was so happy that he couldn't even rationalize it, miko had no idea what he had done to deserve this, to be this happy. but he also hadn't wanted to question it, a fear that it would only come crashing down around him. he returned the kiss as he watched angel push himself up from the bed, covering himself with the sad excuse for some sweatpants, and miko hadn't bothered to stop the whine that fell from his lips once the other was covered. ❝ promise? ❞ he asked, that same grin returning to his features as he watched angel walk out the door.
miko knew he was going to end up in the garage sooner rather than later, but he had taken a little bit of time to relax into the mattress. to stretch out his arms and legs, give himself a minute to breathe. from the second angel had come home last night it felt like everything was happening so fast, and while miko loved every second of it, he also knew it was important for them to take even just a minute to themselves. when he finally stood, his muscles ached but it was the best kind of tension for them to have. miko moved slowly, pulling his own sweatpants back over his body, tugging on his tshirt, before he picked up the tray of fruits angel had brought in earlier. he'd made quick work of cleaning up the mess, before taking it down to the kitchen. he could hear angel working away in the garage, and while it was important, miko wasn't sure he was ready to see the state of his bike all over again.
but he couldn't stay away for long as he made his way there, pausing at the top of the stairs as he watched the other working for a moment before he made himself known. there was no time for him to say anything as he watched angel make his way over in record time, and in the blink of an eye he was in the others arms, hositing him up and they were walking. the smile on miko's lips was stupid, big and bright, and full of so much emotion. god, this really was the happiest he could ever remember being. ❝ you told me not to wait too long. ❞ he managed to get out before the others lips were on his. his legs wrapped around angel's body as he was pulled in, mostly out of habit as he enjoyed the closeness far too much already. it was dangerous, and miko knew that. ❝ and i'm a good listener. ❞ he muttered against angel's lips, letting his hands run down the males bare chest.
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“ i don't know, ” the beauty mused, " a dinner at the zoo when it's empty doesn't sound so bad." she giggled as she grabbed her pastel pink jacket from the rack, throwing it on and throwing her blonde curls out from under it. “ so, what's your plan? do the animals need fed, or . . . ? ” aurora questioned, her subtle way of asking if this was work or if it was simply about the two of them.
zander still wasn't sure how he had been able to snag someone like aurora, but every day he was thankful for it. ❝ no, we have people working who will feed them, but they don't spend any time with them. more of a feeding and leaving type of deal, and i just don't think it's fair to the animals. ❞ he'd always had a soft spot for them, and it had only grown over time at his job, so days they were closed, even just routine maintenance, zander had made a point to stop by. ❝ but if you want to give them treats, you're more than welcome to do that. ❞ it was still a date, the two of them wandering around the zoo, and he knew he could show her everything, they could take their time, and wouldn't have to be rushed. but it would also give the animals some more interaction.
the feeling of ilya's hand on his hip with the light pressure of his fingers put kendrick more at ease in a way that helped him feel confident enough to kiss the other man. maybe it was too soft and slow at first, and he should be doing more to impress the other athlete, but ilya wasn't complaining. that was certainly a relief and kendrick told himself to calm down and stop worrying about whether it was a good kiss or not. a sound was muffled against ilya's lips when he felt his hips against his own in a way that had kendrick longing for more. then the kiss ended and he looked at the other man breathlessly, unable to stop the arousal that was forming in his pants. "i'm glad you liked it." he said with a light chuckle of his own while still sounding breathless. "if you want, we can move to the bed."
ilya wasn't used to moving slow, things had usually happened quickly with him, he hadn't cared about the pleasure of anyone else so long as he was getting exactly what he'd wanted. but there was something different here, he had wanted to be able to take his time with the other, to explore whatever he might've been wanting. it was much different from his usual ways, but he hadn't minded it either. ❝ wherever you want. ❞ ilya shrugged, letting kendrick lead the way towards the bed as ilya moved to sit down on the edge, not wanting to push the other too far to fast. // @fcrgocd
Bodhi’s eyes swept over her from head to toe, slow and assessing, as if he were piecing together a quiet theory, one eyebrow lifting with a mix of curiosity and challenge. “Nothing on underneath?” he asked, the words clipped and teasing, his gaze flicking back up to meet hers. His hands followed next, moving gently down her body in an almost careful way, fingertips skimming her sides and waist as if searching for proof, for straps or fabric that never revealed themselves. He paused briefly, then continued, clearly finding nothing at all, and his mouth curved into a knowing grin. “You might not be lying,” he said, amusement bright in his expression. He pulled up the dress and tossed it behind her somewhere. "Holy fucking shit..."
cora knew it was exactly what would get him going, and she wasn't shocked at all to find his hands roaming over her body, looking for any trace that she might have been joking. ❝ nothing. ❞ she confirmed, leaning into each and every touch. it was almost as if she had expected this to happen, sure, she thought it would be back at their place, rather than in a strange bedroom with a full blown party going on underneath them, but it was still the same outcome no matter where it had started. ❝ when have i ever lied to you? ❞ cora questioned, brows raising in a challenging manner as he pulled off her dress. it hadn't mattered how many times he'd seen her naked, his expression was always something that could get a blush to come to her features, grinning as she let her hands move to the hem of his shirt, tugging up on it. ❝ you act like you've never seen me naked before. ❞
“Not usually the word you’d use for your shifts, but I’m an optimist,” Thomas commented, and he was never actually optimistic. As stressful as his job could be it was not often someone’s life was quite literally in the palm of his hand. And he was thankful for that. “Heard, I will meet you out front,” already deciding to drag him to a diner with a larger menu option. He’d guess he hadn’t eaten all day but wouldn’t make the accusation outright. He waited out front, looking very much the cop that he was even out of uniform. He’d also been there a few times when a patient acted out.
conrad only nodded his head as he let the other go, knowing that it wouldn't take long before he met him out front. he'd easily handed over his cases to the night shift, giving them the debrief on everything before making his way to change out of the scrubs. it hadn't been much longer before he was passing through the front doors and into the lobby, easily spotting thomas as he stood taller than most there. ❝ did you decide where you were taking me? ❞ he questioned, brows raising as his stomach did the talking for him, growling.
"maybe, but there's something satisfying about being all wrapped up and cozy during this sort of weather." okay, so maybe he's grasping at straws. lord knew if she were anyone else, he'd be more than satisfied laying skin to skin in front of the fireplace with a girl. "i think you just like to cuddle," he tosses over his shoulder with a snort.
it takes a while for the fantasy to spin itself to life, particularly when he's trying ( and failing ) to keep the woman from looking exactly like sutton. eventually, he convinces himself that its fine to give in - it's just in his mind, there isn't any harm and what she doesn't know won't hurt her. he's so lost in his own head that he doesn't even hear her out in the hallway, and it's only once she's stepping into the room and speaking that he startles, nearly slipping against slippery tile as his hand yanks away from his achingly hard length. "fuck!" the word is hissed, likely hidden beneath his thrum of the water before he repeats it slightly louder. "fuck, jesus sutton. i'm nearly done can you just... give me some privacy?" he mumbles, embarrassed now - as if somehow, she'll know what's been driving him toward the edge of finishing himself off. "if you're sneaking into my bed at night i can't very well jack off so... go wait for the food while i finish up." it's blunt and perhaps a bit abrupt but hopefully enough to chase her off.
there was no way for her to know what was happening on the other side of the shower wall, and sutton hadn't pretended to know either. she just simply didn't enjoy being alone, which was what had led her to the bathroom, sitting there as he, what she assumed, continued his shower. ❝ what? it's not like i can see you in there. quit acting like a crazy person, everything is fine. ❞ the blonde spoke, but it was clear in his tone that he hadn't actually wanted her there, and sutton had to admit that was part of her was upset. they'd always been so close, and now it seemed like he was using any chance to push her away. ❝ you do that every night? ❞ she questioned, honestly a little curious as she pushed herself off the counter once more, shaking his head. ❝ fine, i'll leave. you're so tense it's not even fun, maybe you do need to go out and get laid. ❞ she muttered, making sure to loudly shut the door behind her as she left the bathroom and stalked her way back out to the couch.
Jamie felt every frantic hitch in her breath, every shuddering moan that vibrated through her frame and straight into his tongue. The way she writhed against him was doing things to his head that made the 'tough guy' facade she'd teased him about earlier crumble entirely. He didn't just want her, he was starving for her. As her hips rocked down against him, seeking more friction, Jamie groaned in his throat, a sound muffled against her sensitive skin. He wasn't about to let her dictate the pace just yet. He moved his hands from her thighs, reaching up to wrap his fingers around her bound wrists at the small of her back. He used the grip to anchor her and force her still, pulling her hips back and up even more firmly, pinning her into the perfect position for his tongue to work its magic. Then, he became relentless. His tongue swiped in wet circles, alternating between deep, broad strokes and teasing flicks against her clit. He could taste how badly she wanted this, the sweet taste of her arousal coating his lips and chin. Every time she tried to pull away or press closer, he held her tighter with that iron grip on her wrists, forcing her to take every bit of the pleasure he was dishing out. "Stay still for me," he mumbled against her, the words vibrating against her soaking wet folds. He picked up the speed, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he drove her toward the edge. He wanted her to break early, he wanted to see just how many times he could make her fall apart before their twelve hours were even halfway through.
brynn would never regret this, she loved every single minute that they were together, but not being able to touch him - or reach out and run her fingers through his hair, grip at the sheets. now that was maddening. she was useless other than to just lay there, and while it wasn't a bad thing at all, it was enough to have her begging for more. her legs were spread, though her hips continued to rock back against him, until he had told her to stay still. ❝ that is so much easier said than done. ❞ brynn whined, though still, she'd willed her hips to stay still - pinning herself down against the mattress at the moans fell freely from her mouth. it was insane just how good he was at this, something she knew he would never be able to fully understand what it had done to her. brynn had felt so close already, every swipe of his tongue was bringing her closer to the edge, and she was trying to hold it off just as best as she could. ❝ oh my god! ❞ she whined, burying her head into the pillow to keep from making too much movement.
"You? Cut my hair? Have you even cut hair before?" Cameron asked, his voice filled with a mix of genuine horror and amused disbelief. He let out a loud laugh, the sound echoing comfortably through the kitchen as he pulled her slightly closer. "I love you, Sunny, but I've seen you try to cut a straight line through a sheet of parchment paper at the bakery. I'm not letting you near my head with a pair of scissors unless you want me looking a mess for the next three months." He shuddered dramatically at the memory of the frosted tips (though he did have fun doing something completely different), a boyish grin spreading across his face as he conceded to her critique. "Point taken. No boyband revivals. I'll leave the bleaching to the teenagers and the professionals." As she mentioned the idea of a vacation, Cameron's expression softened, the playful banter giving way to something more thoughtful. He hadn't really let himself think past the final whistle of the game, but the idea of getting away sounded like exactly what he needed. Especially if it was just the two of them. "A vacation? I think I can handle a hotel room if it's one you picked out and there isn't a 6:00 AM team meeting. Somewhere with no cell service and a lot of sun? I'm in."
sutton knew it was a ridiculous thing, that she offered up, there was no way in hell she would be able to cut his hair, at least not decently. but it was something she was now thinking about, a smile gracing her lips even if she wasn't confident that it would be good. she could always try, right? if anything they could go to a professional to fix whatever she had messed up. but that was something she would leave up to him to think about. ❝ it was just an offer! my skills are baking, not cutting straight lines, okay? that's not my fault! ❞ the blonde laughed, happy that they were able to enjoy all of their time together now. ❝ i'll tell you what, you decide where you want to go, and i will pick out the hotel. ❞ sutton smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss against his lips. ❝ i promis not to have any early meetings, or any meetings at all. but i will not promise that i won't keep you up all night. ❞
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Adrian, possibly naively, loved Sutton - was in love with Sutton, and didn’t say it too often in words but often enough in his actions. He spoiled her, or some would say, but he enjoyed keeping her happy and comfortable. It made her do the same for him, both being incredibly loyal and devoted. “You need some autonomy, my star,” he told her gently, much as the mental image of taking her in front of his friends was delectable, and hard to pass up. “How about we agree to the invite list together?” he suggested to her, reaching with both hands and stroking her face affectionately with his large hands.
maybe she had been foolish to agree so quickly, but he had never given her a reason to believe that things would go wrong. every step of their relationship they had been together, and sutton hadn't seen it as just handing herself over to him. but instead as an equal partnership, she was just as into him, as he was into her, and that was the best part of it all. ❝ like a robot? ❞ she questioned, brows raising as she wasn't entirely sure what the word had meant. but it hadn't mattered, it wasn't something she was going to focus too much on when he had said his next statement, and gave her something more to look forward to. ❝ you want me to help make the list of your friends? or you can make it, and i can do the final check of who doesn't get the invite? ❞ she offered up, though really, sutton wouldn't care at all, so long as she got to spend the night with him.
He reached up to absentmindedly run his fingers through his hair again. The mention of the golden retriever look still had his lips curved in a smirk, his ego taking the hit with surprising grace because it came from her. "Alright, just a trim to keep the cute factor at an all-time high," Cameron teased, his smirk growing in size. "Also, you don't have to worry about me buzzing my whole head and bleaching it again. As much as I loved the end product with the frosted tips, that shit took forever to grow out." He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him at her threat of overstaying her welcome. The idea was impossible; if anything, the last few months of the season had felt like a slow starvation of the time he actually wanted to spend with her, even if they did get more time together than expected when he went down with his injury. He then tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her flush against him as if to prove he wasn't planning on letting her go anywhere anytime soon. "Not a chance, Sunny," he reassured with a genuine smile. "I've spent enough time on the turf and in hotel rooms this year to last me a lifetime. You could keep me locked in this kitchen for the next six months and I'd still find a reason to stay another day." He leaned down, catching Sutton's gaze with a soft, lingering look that held all the gratitude he couldn't quite put into words. "I think I'm more worried about you getting sick of me. You're the one who's used to a quiet house while I'm at practice."
❝ you know.. ❞ sutton started, her sentence trailing off as the edges of her lips curved up into a smirk, that was entirely too big for what she was about to say. ❝ you could just let me cut it. then i'll be exactly how i want it to be. ❞ except, she had no idea how to cut hair, it would come out uneven, and sutton knew that it would generally just be a mess, something she wasn't prepared for with the outcome. ❝ or maybe it's a better idea to go to someone professional. ❞ she admitted with a soft laugh, her head immediately shaking when he'd brought up the frosted. ❝ thank god, that might've been my least favorite. you are so handsome, but that look is made for boybands. ❞ the girl admitted, unable to help herself from speaking the truth of the matter. of course, she was happy to get to spend so much time together, this time without him being stuck in bed, and they could have some real time together. ❝ too many hotel rooms, as in, we aren't going to take a little vacation, jus the two of us? ❞ the question left her mouth before she could really think about it, even if sutton had been thinking about a getaway, just the two of them, able to relax and reconnect in their own kind of way. ❝ i could never get sick of you, so don't worry about that. ❞ the girl spoke as she moved up on her toes to press a quick, but soft kiss to his lips. ❝ you asked me to move here, and now you're definitely stuck with me. ❞
Aleksi's laugh was a dry, sandpaper rasp that rattled the windowpanes of the dingy studio, his gargantuan chest expanding until the seams of his stained tank top looked ready to break. He closed the distance with the prowling weight of a silverback, his boots thudding against the frayed carpet until he was leaning directly over the boy, a monolithic wall of hairy, sweat-slicked muscle that blotted out the room. "Now, don't you go gettin' all trembly on me, kid. That stutterin' is cute for the lens, but I need you to breathe for me," he rumbled, his drawl thick as molasses and twice as slick. He reached out a hand the size of a dinner plate, his thick, tattooed fingers catching Cooper's little chin with a bruising firmness to tilt that pale, panicked face upward. "You're lookin' at me like I'm gonna throw you to the wolves, but you got it all wrong, Coop. I'm the one keepin' the wolves at bay. You're in Aleksi's hands now, and I take real good care of my investments---------- especially a rare, untouched little blossom like you. A kid who's never had a man's hands on him is a gold mine in this line of work, and I'm gonna enjoy every fuckin' second of breakin' you in."
He moved in closer, the scent of bourbon and cheap cigars cloaking Cooper like a foul fog, his dark unruly chest hair scratching against the boy's throat as he crowded him into the darkness. "I know you ain't ever been handled before. I can smell the virginal nerves rollin' off you in waves, and honestly? That's gonna make for some damn fine, nasty cinema," he practically purred at that, his eyes tracking the nervous pulse in Cooper's neck with the clinical greed of a butcher. He then moved toward a trunk overflowing with shimmering filth-streaked fabrics, his titanic frame casting a shadow that swallowed the mattress whole as he rummaged through the pile. "There's a hell of a lot of money to be made off a first time, Coop. A lot of sick fucks out there will pay top dollar just to watch a clean little thing like you get used and thrown away on a piss-stained mattress. I ain't gonna rush the job, though."
With a grunt of satisfaction, Aleksi fished out a bundle of delicate, cream-colored lace and sheer silk that looked absurdly fragile clutched in his ham-sized calloused fist. He shoved the garment against Cooper's chest, the fabric light as a cobweb against the boy's shaking hands. "Go on then, get behind that curtain and strip. This little number's got some ruffles that'll look real sweet against that soft hairless skin of yours while you're beggin' for me to stop," he ordered, voice dropping into a commanding bass that burned in the humid air. He turned back to his camera, his thickset fingers dancing over the settings as he dialed in the exposure to catch every impending tear and flush of shame. "Take your time, kid. I want you lookin' just right when I start the recording. Once those clothes come off and the lace goes on, the old Cooper is dead, and my little slut is born. Don't worry none... Daddy's gonna make sure you're the prettiest thing the internet's ever seen."
cooper wasn't even sure that his brain was working at this point, all of this was too much, and he was cursing himself out for not realizing it sooner. he was stupid to think that this deal would be easy, helping around the complex, cleaning up the sad excuse for a pool behind the building, or something as equally as helpful. but this? it hadn't even been on coopers radar, and now he was frozen in place. there was no getting around it, he was stuck between the wall, and the large male in front of him. how was he supposed to do this? it wasn't something cooper had any type of experience with, and even if he had, being filmed? for god knows how many people? his head was spinning, and he couldn't believe that he had gotten himself into this situation.
he sure was sure that the terror was riddled on his features, and cooper couldn't even find his own voice to be able to speak. he hadn't even felt like he could take a breath until aleksi had moved away, and he let out a shaky breath. once again, his eyes had darted around the room, looking anywhere he could to try and steady himself. cooper knew he couldn't run, there was nowhere for him to go that the other wouldn't be able to find him, and maybe a part of that had scared him just as much. the male watched as the other dug through what appeared to be a hamper of clothing, and he had a sudden thought that maybe he wasn't the only one in his building with this kind of deal. were they all just here, trying to live a life, but also being put on the internet? it was alarming, but also weirdly comforting in a sense. it was at that moment that cooper realized he hadn't said anything in a long time, he gulped down the frog in his throat and couldn't help the words that spilled out. ❝ do you do this a lot? ❞ stupid, dumb, he had a whole room set up just for this, of course he did. but cooper couldn't help the question.
as the fabric was brought to him, cooper held it up, looking at what he had been given. it wasn't going to cover anything, but he assumed that was also the entire point. he had to will his feet to take a step, to actually move from the spot he had been frozen in. ❝ okay. ❞ cooper spoke as he was motioned towards the curtain, still shaky on his feet. he had managed to get behind the curtain and he let out a deep breath, his hands were shaking and he had to force himself to calm down to keep from spiraling too much. it was a slow movement as he started to take off his clothes, letting them pool onto the ground as he stepped into the lace number. the boy still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that this was happening, or that he had nowhere else to run, but he also knew that he'd agreed to this, it wasn't by force, nobody was holding a knife to his throat and making him do it. it was all part of the agreement, one that he should have thought about more carefully before signing away.
fingers moved to the curtain as he pushed it aside, stepping out into the room once more, as his arms immediately moved to cover himself up, though it was no use given out the lace clung to his body. "uh.." he spoke, looking around, completely unsure of how any of this was supposed to go. "now what?"
