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William Bryson - Boy Who Cried Wolf
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Rory actually whines and picks up the pace, almost wishing he could just be as loud as he wants.
"Just gonna make me pregnant then leave, huh? Abandon your kids in my ass? Chivalry's dead."
He grabs the hand on his dick and helps Will jerk him off. He's getting close and the dick in him is brushing his prostate just how he likes it.
"You want me to ruin your suit like how you're wrecking this ass?"
𓃔 - There's a low growl accompanied by a hard thrust at the mention of getting Rory pregnant. William is a journalist in some regards, whether it helped him or not, he had to speak the true to situations around him and the thought of knocking up his friend slash enemy slash imagined baby momma, there was no way William would deny the thought didn't turn him on.
"That's exactly it", William growls against Rory's lips. Teeth catch at his pouty bottom lip he's used to seeing playfully insult him, caught into a rough kiss as William's hips begin to roughly fuck up into Rory. Had the music not been as loud as it was, William was sure the sound of him fucking the younger man would deafen the room. "Show me how you squirt, baby momma."
Face smashed against the muscles, Rory's mouth continues to worship them. Kissing, licking, biting, sucking. All of it while his dick slides into Rodrigo's ass, feeling the heat surround him slowly.
"Fuck yeah," he moans against the chest. "You like getting fucked by big dick twinks? Your ass is so tight, Ro."
He speeds up his hips, keeping as steady a pace as he can. His bed squeaks under them already, and the grip on his hair sends shivers through his straight to his dick.
ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ - It was hard for Rodrigo to respond with anything other than a high pitched whimper, but feeling Rory's large twink dick pushing into his guts left the exterminator no other option. His fingers gripped against the soft curls of the delivery boy even harder as Rodrigo continued to fight for control of his mouth. Cries of pleasure filled the room along as Rodrigo had started grinding his own hips down to meet Rory's thrusts.
"So good.." Rodrigo finally managed to say through pants and whimpers. The grip on Rory's hair loosened as well, petting the younger man as his cock pressed against places that made that grown man want to purr. "You feel so good, Rory~"
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Flynn moans and mutters, "Fuck it. On the table, Perez. You're eating out my ass right the fuck now."
He shoves the supplies off the stainless steel table. He's seen it handle a lot so it can handle them fucking.
Flynn shoves his pants all the way off and pulls Rodrigo's shirt off. Then laying Rodrigo on his back on the table, he climbs up and straddles his head, hovering his ass above Rodrigo's face.
"Consider this your tip, Perez."
ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ - "That's it, come to daddy." Rodrigo chuckles, his hot and eager breath crawling across the smooth and pert ass of Flynn. Swallowing drying, Rodrigo prepares himself before his hands grab selfishly at Flynn's ass. He squeezes both cheeks, watching how his fingers indent the other man's juicy looking rear. Rodrigo spreads them apart, a perfect looking pink hole stares back at him.
Without a second thought, Rodrigo places a flat tongue across Flynn's delicious looking hole. His beefy arms wrapped themselves around Flynn's waist, pulling him closer as Rodrigo nuzzles himself in between Flynn's cheeks, letting his tongue tease his pucker without remorse.
"Once I find it, I'm coming straight to you and fucking on the spot."
Rory nods, panting and lets go of their slick dicks. He grabs Will by the ass and lifts him, wrapping those long muscled legs around his waist.
"Hold tight like I'm one of your sheep, baby," he whispers, lining up his dick with Will's hole. "Can't let you go flying off."
Then he lowers Will onto the dick, sliding in like a hot knife in butter.
𓃔 - "Think we can get away with public indecency if we claim the curse made us forget modern laws?" William began to chuckle, his thumbs brushing against either side of Rory's face as he continued to fuck the delivery boy's hand. His hands grabbed a bit tighter as he feels himself lift from the floor. Nervously chuckling, William wraps his arms around the younger man, getting comfortable and nuzzling against Rory's neck. His neck proves to be a very versatile place as William presses his face further in, heated moans and hums escaping him as Rory enters his hole. "My sheep…" He hums against Rory's neck, "My little sheep."
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Rory's snort gets lost in his quiet moans. He has to bite his lip when Will flicks his dick. Precum dripping down on their nice shirts. Oh well. He grabs his dick and strokes it fast, using his other arm to keep bouncing on Will.
"You definitely should," he pants. "It's so fucking hot."
He squeezes his ass tighter, trying to really milk Will as best he can in their limited position.
𓃔 - His groans are saturated with a deep hearty laughter, all convening against Rory's lips.. and neck.. and collar bones. His tongue brushing against them in reverse order as William's cock is squeezed by the younger man's hole.
"Gonna make this ass famous." William groans against his lips, hand traveling down to wrap itself around Rory's length. "Gonna breed you and leave you here with my load leaking for the rest of the night."
Holland exhaled through his nose, the sound caught between a huff and a laugh, though the shake in it betrayed that he was still catching up with everything that had just happened. He could still taste the tension, that metallic tang of a fight about to break out, the way the room seemed to hold its breath just before Rodrigo's fist had landed.
Now, all he could hear was the dull buzz of conversation picking back up and the faint hum in his ears. The bastard on the floor groaned, face pressed to the filthy tiles, and Holland winced. Not out of sympathy, exactly. More like secondhand embarrassment for being the reason it had gotten that far. His gaze flicked to Rodrigo. The man's shoulders were still coiled tight, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. But his eyes, those soft, doe-like eyes, were nothing but concern. Holland had seen plenty of men throw punches in his time, but never one who looked so damn sorry afterward.
He rubbed the back of his neck, the remnants of adrenaline making his skin buzz. "Yeah, uh… not my finest moment," he muttered, managing a crooked grin. "Usually I try to talk 'em down before things get… that." He gestured vaguely toward the unconscious heap on the floor. "Guess you're faster on the draw than I am."
When Rodrigo's arm came around his shoulders, Holland froze for a heartbeat. It wasn't the touch itself that startled him. It was the gentleness of it. Each inch the exterminator drew closer came with that unspoken question in his eyes. And somehow, that wordless asking disarmed Holland far more than the earlier punch had. He didn't pull away. Couldn't, really. The quiet sincerity in Rodrigo's expression, that careful blend of warmth and restraint, kept him rooted. So instead, Holland gave a slight nod, one corner of his mouth twitching into something that was almost a smile. "Yeah," he said softly, voice rougher than he meant it to be. "It's okay."
As Rodrigo led him out of the bar, Holland threw one last look over his shoulder. The sight almost made him laugh, a short, breathy sound that didn't quite reach his eyes. The bastard deserved the floor, but it still felt strange to be walking away from a fight he hadn't finished himself. Outside, the night air hit like a clean slate. Crisp, cool, carrying the faint tang of rain and cigarette smoke. Holland gently bit his lip, the weight of the night beginning to slide off him.
Holland felt himself being drawn in closer, steadied by Rodrigo's arm as the breeze cut through his shirt. The warmth radiating off the other man was grounding, almost sobering, though the alcohol still made everything feel slightly softer around the edges. He blinked up at Rodrigo, processing the question a beat slower than he should have. Right. Names. They'd just been through all that and hadn't even gotten to the basics.
"Holland," he said, the word coming out a little thick, a little loose. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Name's Holland." A lopsided smile tugged at his lips as he swayed slightly, catching himself against Rodrigo's solid frame. "And yeah, I… I definitely caught yours. Hard to forget the name of the guy who just laid someone out for you." He huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head like he was still trying to make sense of the whole night. The movement made him wobble just enough that he had to grip Rodrigo's side to keep steady. "Sorry, think I had one more than I should've back there. You're, uh… you're pretty solid though. Good for leaning."
ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ - "Well, it's nice to meet you Holland." His smile was short of admiring as it spread across Rodrigo's lips. Delight and concern filled those brown orbs looking down at his new friend. Delight in the way the other man's smile was infectious. Everything about the way this man caused him to want to protect him, but devour him from the inside out. Aside effect from the drinks, surely. No possible correlation to the bouncy curls that sat on top of his head, framing his face and pairing well with the curled eyelashes that made Rodrigo feel striken in the heart with each fluttering blink aimed towards him.
"M-My name's Rodrigo", His voice softens as he echos his words once again. The distance between them closing and the warmth of the other man brushing against his chest, wrapping itself around him like something familiar, all but causing Rodrigo to forget himself. Blinking, Rodrigo clears his throat, unsure if he should be grinning this much or this wide for a man he's barely met. Definitely shouldn't feel this exposed as Holland leaned against him. His heartbeat quickened at the proximity and, as he moved to hold the other man steady, natural. The cool crisp air of an empty Pilar's Place street only making the warmth felt on his chest all the more prevalent.
"I.. Yeah, I- I've had some practice."
"I visit the Y in town, taken a couple boxing classes. The old guys covered head to toe in grey sweats and trainers keeps telling me I'm a natural." The fingers soften on top of Holland's shoulder. The stiff and rigid ball of bone and tendon finally loosening up. The memory of punching someone out just seconds ago fading back into relevance through the sting of heat with each soft path Rodrigo's fingers followed on Holland's shoulder. Dulled by the night and by each soft and endearing voice of the man beside him.
"Oh.. and don't mention it, I would have done it for anybody. But well, you know… You looked like you were in the middle of a tough spot and guy looked double your size… Couldn't sit by and do nothing." The stab of static in his hand reached across Rodrigo's palm and towards his thumb, each stroke of the other man's shoulder a numbing deluge of pain, but worth it to hear him speak and watch him sink deeper into him. His index finger, faintly pulsing a white hot beacon of an awareness to itself pushes up, steadily reaching a lock of hair, its limited movement doing it's best to twirl the hair in his hand. Soft from what Rodrigo could gather.
"And you're pretty.." He found himself saying aloud. "I uh.. I mean, solid.. You look pretty solid as well. Very snazzy. 10/10. Heh."
A shade of pink crawls itself across Rodrigo's face as he chuckles nervously. His gaze avoids the other man, his mind instead making the mistake of focusing on the hands holding his sides. The cold and possible bad circulation of Holland's hands being very notable to the exterminator. Looking back at Holland, Rodrigo's curiosity seemed to get the better of him as they continued their walk across the empty street. "Can I ask you something? How'd you come about a guy like that?" His polite smile and joined eyebrows once again showing his concern for the other man without meaning to.
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Beau blinked at the nickname, then let out a laugh so warm it could’ve been fresh out of the oven. “Burger boy, huh? Gonna have to put that on the menu special now. Comes with fries and a big ol’ side of charm.” He leaned on the counter, chin resting on his flour-dusted hand as if he were giving Rodrigo the full spotlight. And boy, when he saw the man's chest? He suddenly felt a little insecure about his own. Which was quite rare considering how nice of a one he has himself!
When the exterminator teased about dancing, Beau shook his head with mock offense. “Dance? In this apron? Sweetheart, I’d knock over half the plates in here. And trust me, flour explosions aren’t nearly as fun to clean as they look.” Still, his grin lingered, his cheeks pinker than the bandana tied in his hair.
The offer of mozzarella sticks and a seat made Beau’s brows lift, touched in that simple, boyish way. “That’s awful sweet. But you know me. I like feeding folks more than being fed. Well… at least in that context.” He winked and slipped around the counter with a practiced ease, brushing a hand along Rodrigo’s shoulder as he passed. “Besides, mozzarella sticks won’t fill me up near as much as good company will.”
He caught the moment Rodrigo drifted, the flicker of distance in his eyes, and softened. Beau’s hand lingered against Rodrigo’s arm before he turned back toward the kitchen. The other being given quite the view of how tights the pants were on his ass. The true buns of this establishment. “Hey, don’t apologize. Happens to everyone.” His voice dropped lower, sincere beneath all the play. “I got you covered. One cup of decaf comin’ right up. And don’t worry about makin’ it up to me. You already gave me a smile. That’s payment enough.”
Beau flashed that grin again, boyish and easy, before ducking away to pour the coffee. The pastel apron swaying as he hummed under his breath, still as light as flour in the air. He came back with the cup and gently put it down in front of Rodrigo before sitting down. He owns the place after all, so he can take his breaks whenever he wants. And the rest of the staff has it covered.
ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ - "Oh, I would absolutely help you clean up if it meant seeing you dance all nice like that in that apron." Rodrigo gushes, peering up and down the other man in a flirty manner. It wasn't often for the exterminator to be very forward in his flirtations. He often enjoyed the simpler, albeit perhaps slower, romantic gestures when meeting a man he enjoyed aesthetically or even physically. Of course he was never one to fuck and forget. He remembered them all. Being a bit of an errand boy had it perks, and fucking those who he found interesting definitely felt more than a perk.
Perhaps it was because of this that the exterminator was beginning to be a bit more purposeful in his words, in the way his own hand rested besides his crotch, pushing into his bulge to make it look a bit more defined. If the heat map of the faded denim jeans he was wearing wasn't already a signifier of how endowed Rodrigo was, the subtle fluffing of his denim packaged junk would do the job just fine.
"I'm happy to keep you company for as long as you need, friend." He beams politely, his soft eyes watching as the baker continued his walk back into the kitchen, serving up a view on his way there. Rodrigo bit his lips as his eyes continued to appreciate the way the apron looked on the other man. Scooting along the end of the booth for Beau to sit besides him, the exterminator trades a soft and delicate "thank you" as his large hands, worn from the day's work, gently hold the hot beverage. Humming as he takes a sip from the mug, the taste was bitter as coffee often is, but there was a hint of sweetness that Rigo couldn't quite catch that intrigued his taste buds as well. Rodrigo's arm manages to wrap itself around the other's shoulder. A shy smile is offered from his lips as his fingers brush against Beau's shoulder slightly.
"You know.. It's a bit quiet here.. Empty too." His lips graze lightly against the other's earlobe before continuing in a curious whisper, "Perhaps we can do more than dancing with you in that apron?"