Have I Stared Too Long?

| This is an RP blog for Floyd Haywood, a fan-made character inspired by David Bowie's Heathen album. Please feel free to explore the links | Fandomless and non-selective | NSFW at times |

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Does anyone want to try writing some new threads? every time I try to go back to the old ones I start writing a response and then I just can’t think of where to take it.

[omyt]

[edit] old Versace ad. 

[captaintommy1965]

[missadler1897]

Photo by Denis O’Regan, 1983.

[bowieafter50]

I’ve said this before, but his face is like literal art.

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Someone send me some replies or starters or something. I've been craving it lately

[adhemarpo]

Beethoven: - Sonate pour piano n ° 8 en ut mineur op.13 - Pathétique

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Anniversary

[thomasjeromenewton]

“If that hand wanders any farther North we just might miss it,” 

He chuckled to himself as they made their way into the busy city, rapidly setting sun sparking the beginnings of the night life. Neon lights, bright colors, and a more animalistic type seemed to emerge once the nine-to-fivers clocked out for the evening. It amused Thomas to observe the youth, seeing just how vastly different their appearance had changed over the decades- but their attitudes were still very much the same. Teens and twenty-somethings never changed.

The Anthean pulled into the busy parking lot, grinning at Floyd’s noise of surprise when he realized they would be dining very much first class this evening. 

Seulement le Meilleur was the newest addition to New York’s never ending strip of fancy eats, and as it happened, was owned and operated by an old acquaintance of Thomas. One simple call, and a promise to meet for drinks later- and the two men were to be placed in an entirely private VIP section; something that excited the alien much more than he would let on. 

“Only the best for my Precious,” He offered the older man his arm, unable to hide a smile when Floyd happily linked his own. “Shall we?”

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Floyd was always impressed by the lengths Thomas went to to woo him. He never really changed, it had been like that from the start. Sometimes it embarassed Floyd, because he had always been the low-key kind of guy. He'd been wanting to do something special for Thomas in return, but he wasn't really that good at that sort of thing and the youthful alien always managed to beat him to the punch. Floyd really couldn't ask him for any more, especially since Thomas had given him sight for nothing in return and their romance had been an entire surprise and accident.

"You spoil me too much, Tomcat." Floyd admonished, but happily took his arm and allowed him to lead him inside. It was funny how before his treatment, Floyd had despised being lead around like a puppy, but now he rather enjoyed it. They must have appeared like such an odd couple, such a young guy leading around an old man like this. Floyd tried to wave the embarassment from his mind. His anxiety issues had definitely improved since the treatment, no longer haunted by the visions he'd had before he had less to worry about, but things still got to him sometimes. He had taken some medication while getting ready, just in case. He didn't want to have a panic attack on such a nice evening and ruin the date.

They settled into the booth but Floyd didn't let go of his hand, holding it on the table as they were handed their menus and Floyd looked over it. It had taken time to get used to reading with his eyes too, but now he could do it quite quickly. He mostly preferred looking at the pictures and picking that way. He'd never known food could look so... good.

"I'm assuming you've been here before." Floyd said, knowing Thomas and his connections as well as the many business dinners he often has, "What would you suggest?"

[thefortfrolictwins]

Is It Someone New? (Closed starter with faith-in-medication)

[thefortfrolictwins]

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“Nice to meet you Christoph,” Floyd inclined his head slightly in the direction of where his laugh had come from. “I’m afraid my German is severely lacking, my French is much better.” he chuckled.

His brow shot up with curiosity and amusement at the suggestion. “Oh, does she now?” he asked and a stunning and flattered smile appeared on his face. “That sounds like a lovely idea.”

Christoph eventually made his way down to the audience area and shook Floyd’s hand, still chuckling over how excited Mel got. “It’s fine. She does that when she gets excited over the Floyd Haywood seeing her at rehearsal.”

“Christoph!” Mel huffed, even more embarrassed, which gained her a nudge in response from her brother. “I’m sure she would love to go to the Tea Garden with you.”

Sander couldn’t help but smirk in the background. “Well, this girl may seem cold on the surface, but she’s got a warm heart. Might get you out of the lonely hearts club for good.” He grinned as he clapped a hand on his friend’s back.

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Floyd politely, but firmly look Christoph's hand and gave him a nod of acknowledgement, then a shy smile and a blush at the flattery. He didn't think he was all that great, he didn't even know how he'd gotten an invitation to Rapture when he hadn't even been very successful with his career on the surface.

"Oh... I don't know about that..." Floyd said shyly at his friend's suggestions, his clap taking him by surprise and making him stumble forward slightly. Mel seemed young. He didn't know how young, but much too young for him, he was sure of it. "You're always trying to hook me up with someone Sander, I've told you a dozen times it's much too late for me." he chuckled.

@thefortfrolictwins

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Piano Man

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Floyd pulled back at David’s expressed desire for other activities, and wiped his mouth, already a bit messsy from his inexperienced clumsiness. He rose to his feet as David led the way to the bedroom, grabbing his cane before they left the piano side and taking David’s hand so he could be shown the way there. His cane hit the bedpost, and he rested it against it and sat down on the bed while he waited for David to finish up in the bathroom. He was rather relieved that he returned so quickly because Floyd was rather eager to get started. He laughed as well and reached down to remove his shoes and socks, then moved further onto the bed to sit.

He felt David’s weight join him on the mattress (although there wasn’t much of it), and Floyd had the opportunity to properly explore the man’s figure with his hands. He felt so thin that he thought he could break at any moment, but at the same time David was so confident and dominant, and soon Floyd found himself pushed onto his back. He was buzzing with giddiness, waiting to see what new world of pleasure the rock star would show him.

[hall0ween-jack]

One glance in the mirror and David cursed himself, and scuttled about finding his powder.

After he almost clumsily snorting up three generous spoonfuls, swallowing thickly on any residue, he wiped any traces from his nostrils and returned to his bedroom, and was delighted to find Floyd sitting on the edge of his bed.

He pushed his shoes off with his toes and eased downward onto the mattress beside Floyd. Almost immediately, he felt the pianist’s hands roaming all over his flesh transmitting electricity mixed with urgency across his skin which culminated in a throbbing ache in his shaft, once more.

“You’re a bloody Adonis,” he huskily breathed, then tried to downplay a slight sniff.

Damn, he truly hoped that Floyd wasn’t onto him as his involuntarily pout forcefully collided with his lips, kissing him deeply, and running his palms over the corded musculature of the other man’s back, with his left hand, while the right kneaded at his inner thighs.

“Relax, alright?” He said, as their lips parted. It wasn’t an inquisitive, though.

Then, he began alternately licking and sucking, his way down Floyd’s sternum, before moaning back up into another kiss; hungrier than the last, as he reached the apex between the pianist’s legs, however, refraining from touching his sumptuously hard cock, just yet. Instead, without breaking the kiss, David applied gently firm pressure with pressed, flattened fingertips to the area beneath Floyd’s balls, and rolled them back and forth gently between his thumb and palm.

Releasing Floyd’s mouth from his own, David took his hand and placed it upon the side of his face, so that he may feel facial expression, before maneuvering to a kneeling position between his legs; pausing to look up at him with a deviously playful, yet somehow, still innocently, boyish smirk.

The singer sucked at his own lower lip, before, opening up to take only the head of Floyd’s deliciously pulsing member into his mouth.

Round and round, he bathed, lavishing the tip of the keyboardists delicious cock, before pushing his tongue up and down the underside into the sensitive pulsing frenulum, just beneath.

Pausing, he raised a tilted face upwards, “Yeah yanno ya really do taste fantastic, as fuck, love,” he said, before taking Floyd’s entire length into his mouth, and removing it to the tip, once more, tortuously slow.

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As Floyd heard the singer sniffle he couldn't quite help wondering if David was coming down with something, and hoped it was nothing as he didn't want to get sick, but the thought quickly evaporated from his mind as soon as their lips danced together again and he whined softly in want.

Floyd gave him a brief nod at David's request to relax, although it was quite difficult for him due to him being excited, anxious, and horny all at once. He breathed in sharply when David's lips made their way down teasingly, only to come back and meet his again with even more passion. Floyd returned it an equal amount, moaning for him and raking his hand through David's thick hair. His actions became more and more fevered with David's teasing touch and his back arched off the mattress as he was massaged. "O-oh.. oh fuck David.. stop teasing.." he pleaded desperately.

His hand rested where it was left on David's cheek, following his movement as the other man dove between his legs so willingly. He gasped softly and tried to figure out what exactly David was doing with his tongue, so Floyd could try it on him later, but the pleasure was far too overwehlming for him to concenctrate. Eventually, he completely lost himself to it, only whimpering with need when Jack lifted his head to speak. Floyd almost pushed him back down rather forcefully, but the man had resumed his job almost instantly, this time taking him whole.

Floyd let out a loud moan of enjoyment, he really was a noisy man. Having little experience in the bedroom, everything felt amazing to him and he was incredibly stimulated. But becoming impatient with the more experienced man's pace, Floyd wound his hand in his hair, finding a firm grip and tugging sightly in warning. When the other did not protest, he took control and began to work him over his cock at a more satisfactory speed, listening to David's throaty moans and wet, smacking lips with a sort of carnal need. It was only when Floyd thought he might cum prematurely that he pulled David off of him rather quickly, he wanted this to last.

"Oh... David this is wonderful.." he panted and brought him up to his level to kiss him again, tasting his own precum on his tongue, his hands returning to their previous gentleness. He pulled him close, hand on his ass so they were hip to hip, rubbing up against him with a masculine need.

[liza-jane]

[night-spell]

Singapore and Australia, 1983 © Denis O'Regan | tagsmart.com

[majortomzin-deactivated20190112]

David Bowie at the Caryle Hotel today to announce his world tour. January 27, 1983.

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Piano Man

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Floyd pulled back at David's expressed desire for other activities, and wiped his mouth, already a bit messsy from his inexperienced clumsiness. He rose to his feet as David led the way to the bedroom, grabbing his cane before they left the piano side and taking David's hand so he could be shown the way there. His cane hit the bedpost, and he rested it against it and sat down on the bed while he waited for David to finish up in the bathroom. He was rather relieved that he returned so quickly because Floyd was rather eager to get started. He laughed as well and reached down to remove his shoes and socks, then moved further onto the bed to sit.

He felt David's weight join him on the mattress (although there wasn't much of it), and Floyd had the opportunity to properly explore the man's figure with his hands. He felt so thin that he thought he could break at any moment, but at the same time David was so confident and dominant, and soon Floyd found himself pushed onto his back. He was buzzing with giddiness, waiting to see what new world of pleasure the rock star would show him.

[knightlyhoods-deactivated202404]

listen……. ‘my love’ is literally the strongest and greatest pet name in existence. there is literally nothin better than somone callin you that….. especially when things are soft and quiet and they look at you with utter adoration and whisper “what’s the matter, my love??” or “i hope everything is okay with you, my love” like oh my god?? let me marry you already

[thedudeleftthebuilding-deactiva]

[law-of-abstraction]

❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈

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if anyone wants me to reply to stuff just message me. I know I’m behind and I dunno who still wants to continue threads.