* 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 // 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎.

oh, i'll be your baby doll & your bodyguard if you tell me to. i'll try to make it all not as hard if you let me through

[hheavensent]

(  ooc.  )  ——  since i’m mostly all caught up on the replies & starters i owe, ( minus two that’ll get done sometime today ) i’d love to get some more threads going for my boys ! below the cut, you’ll find a very small list of ideas for them that are specific to the flower festival event, so if you’re interested in any of ‘em, please like this post & i’ll im you !

*  PLOT IDEAS FOR NOAH. — tom holland fc, trans, info here.

001. i’d love for him to meet up with some of his closest friends at the barbecue ! they can eat some good food, spray each other with water guns, & overall, just have a great time ! it can be simply platonic threads, or it can evolve into sex if he’s feelin’ in the mood, but this’ll give me an opportunity to play around with his more playful side !

002. noah will be laying low at the kiss & tell party, but he’ll still be there to check out the scene & watch his friends perform on-stage ! at the moment, i have him interacting with beauregard for a moment as they discuss “business matters” of sorts, but so far, i’ve got nothing else planned ! i’m DYING for someone to take advantage of his gullible attitude & like, be a bit of a bad influence on him. he’s been so stressed with school that it’s about time he gets super wasted & / or high & forgets about his life for awhile.

003. alright, sunday is when things start to get pretty smutty, so there’s a fair warning for you all who’re reading this ! since noah’s really into the idea of having more than one man on him at the same time, i’d literally CRY TEARS OF JOY if i could find two ( or a few more ! ) muses who’d be interested in having a threesome & / or small gangbang with him during the orgy that’s happening at dorothy’s hideaway ! let’s make his dream of being manhandled & double penetrated ( both holes, my dudes... both holes ) to life !

*  PLOT IDEAS FOR TANNER. — joshua basset fc, cis, info here.

001. i’m not convinced that tanner is super thrilled about the festivities on friday night, but that’s because he’s still one of those, like, annoying teens who whine about having to leave their room to do anything still. though, what i do see him doing is finding a cute guy ( or a hot older man, we def don’t discriminate in this household ! ) to get high as fuck with —— only with marijuana or mushrooms, nothing harder —— & to maybe makeout with, & to maaaybe have sex with in a private area away from the crowds. he’ll provide the drugs, you’ll provide your gorgeous muse, & it’ll be a fun time, i’m sure !

002. so, tanner is eighteen, & while he’s permitted into the club with a wristband letting the bartenders know he’s not allowed to drink, he’s not allowed to get drunk. that, though, is where your muse comes in ! tanner’s been annoying him about drinking all night, & your muse is fed up with it, so he’s agreed to buy tanner drinks for the night on the condition that he’ll get his dick sucked by him at some point, & tanner EASILY agrees because he thinks your muse is so hot, & hopes that his blowjob is good enough to lead into more fun !

003. tanner’s probably going to be amongst the youngest dudes at dorothy’s hideaway for the orgy, & it’s his first one, so he’s a little nervous about it. i’d looove for someone to sort of take him under their wing & show him the ropes. this can be platonic or sexual !

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*  𝖐𝖞𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖙,

“It damn sure wouldn’t be me,” Kyree says playfully. He’s been unable to wipe the grin off of his face ever since the fun rang. Maybe he knows he has Tanner right where he wants him, maybe he knows exactly what’s going to come next, and there’s a building anticipation within him. Kyree had been tired before the phone rang, ready to just fall into his bed and sleep until the afternoon, but now he was wide awake and excited for Tanner’s arrival. He’s glad he didn’t try to find a replacement body to have sex with tonight, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to snag Tanner like he’s doing now. “I’m sure you would’ve found someone in there to attempt to get to buy you drinks. You did a pretty lousy job, too. If you’d offered me some head in the bathroom, maybe I would’ve gave you a margarita or something.” Kyree taunts, laying back on his bed, one arm folded behind his head and the other hand holding the phone up to his ear, eyes on the ceiling, looking at the mirrors that were installed up there. Kyree was a freak — what can he say? “Bet.” Kyree says, hanging up the phone and starting a message thread, dropping a pin for his current location and waiting.

He spent the fifteen minutes scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, liking pictures and filtering through the thirsty pick-up lines in his DMs, following a few and responding to a few — he has to get ass lined up for the next few days too — when he hears a knock on his door. He rises from his bed, not even bothering to put on clothes, he’ll just stay in his boxers. He walks to the front door, opening it with a smile. “Damn, you got here quick.” Kyree teases, opening the door wider for Tanner to come in. “If I knew you was feenin’ for my dick that bad, baby, I woulda let you have it at Kiss & Tell.”

There’s a smug smirk on his face as he closes and locks the door, not letting Tanner get too far before he’s crowding him up against the nearest wall, looking down at the shorter male as he presses him back against it. He licks his lips, leaning down some so that they’re faces are close together, “I think you mentioned something about sucking my dick on the phone, yeah?”

*  ♡  .      𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐄…    /     tanner doesn’t remember the last time he had this much fun with a guy before, & that was saying definitely something. their conversation flowed so heavenly, & their approaches to flirtation were effortlessly compatible —— a match made in up in the heavens above them. now, the true test was to see how well their bodies worked together ; how in-sync & in-harmony their hips would move when pressed up together, or how their tongues danced during a heated kiss. god, the thought of all of this was beginning to make him hard & he was barely standing at his lover’s doorstep —— like romeo stood before juliet’s balcony, & just like shakespeare’s tragedy, when the barrier was broken & kyree was standing before him in the flesh, tanner’s pupils dilated with fierce attraction ; his soul now reminded why he was pining after the older male for so long at kiss & tell. he just hoped this wouldn’t end like the referenced text —— in death or misfortunate.

❝ what can i say ? i know what i want, & when i get what i want, i’m all the more eager ! ❞ he admitted, a smile etching across his features elegantly. ❝ besides, i didn’t wanna leave you & your little friend waiting. blue balls aren’t allowed when i’m involved. ❞ he teased, biting down on his bottom lip as he entered the other’s home ; the warmth of it drawing him in like a moth to a flame. however, he’s not even standing within its confines for a few seconds when he’s pressed up against the wall ; his back embracing the cold surface as his front is treated to breathtaking contact —— enough to make his erection obvious beneath the fabric of his form-fitting sweatpants. ❝ mmm, did i ? i don’t remember... ❞ he played coy, placing his palms flat against the taller’s exposed chest. ❝ i think i can make that work, but only after you kiss me... ❞ tanner breathed, his lips ghosting over the other’s, but not quite making enough contact to lock lips.

[hheavensent]

*  𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖑𝖊,

“don’t say that, we’ve got another 40 plus years left with each other. i’m sure at one point you’re gonna be dodging me – i have too much faith in my ability to piss people off.” when nate was young and wasn’t yet a van winkle he used to dream about having a brother. someone who he could go through everything with, someone who’d always be by his side… a built-in best friend. that’s what he got with tanner. he tried his best to be the brother tanner deserved, but it often felt like he deserved better. “if we weren’t brothers…” what would have happened? would they be friends? he’d like to think so, but in reality they probably would’ve never met, it seemed unlikely. honestly, it was crazy enough that they ended up together in the grand scheme of things. two different boys in two different orphanages, magically adopted by the same family? they were lucky they’d ended up together, nate had met some less than desirable people in his life –  they could’ve just as easily ended up as his adopted brother. “do you think we’d have met? do you think we’d be friends?” he could barely even imagine not having tanner as his brother, as just seeing him as another person on the street. the thought of it made his heart drop (maybe that meant he loved him too). “i like to think we’d be friends, that the universe still would’ve brought us together. it has a plan ‘n all that. guess that means i love you back, tan.”

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄…     /     maybe it was the weed —— okay, it’s definitely the weed —— but tanner kept on conjuring up deep thoughts ; his mind reading in-between the lines of all of his thoughts, making them feel more heavy than they were. hopefully it wasn’t coming across as foolish to nate. he’d hate it if he was being annoying right now. ❝ damn, can you even imagine what we’re gonna be like when we’re forty ? that shit scares me to think about, too, not gonna lie... ❞ he added, his sights set forward. however, when nate returned his sentiments tenfold, tanner couldn’t help but feel a warmth resonate within his chest —— his body vibrating with chills. is this what it felt like to be loved unconditionally ? if it was, he never wanted it to end, ever. he just hoped he made nate feel the same way. ❝ aw, look at us, bro —— bein’ all cute & corny ! ❞ he teased, wrapping one of his arms around the older male’s shoulders ; pulling him closer. ❝ we’ve got each other for life now ! i don’t think we have anything to worry about when it comes to that. ❞ the younger of the two reassured, sighing heavily. ❝ so —— tell me what’s new with you ! got any boyfriends ? got any std’s ? fill me in ! ❞

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*  𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖛𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖑𝖊,

“You’re sure about that?” Billy asked, not having taken a second to stop the idle movement of his hands in the young Van Winkle’s hair. As much as he might’ve found this a bit off for his son, he’s willing to just roll with it until he can sort out that he’s doing okay or not. “When I got home, did I catch you on the roof?” Billy inquired, knowing that he knew what he saw, but wanting to give the other male an opportunity to own up to it. Leaning back and relaxing into the sofa, the elder of the two sets his bowl of mostly finished dinner aside, gently moving his leg from underneath him until it’s stretched out and resting on the coffee table. “Honestly? Just a supplier meeting. Need to get more exotic flower seeds, need new offerings. Nothing crazy, just negotiating the cost for a few dozen pallets of starters and then enough where we can grow what we need for the upcoming autumn and winter season. I’ve been looking at the trends for months, and we’re going to need to offer them to stay at the top. the deal is in the beginnings of being finalized, will have to go and sign. And trust me, you’d think we’d want them for summer, but people around here want traditional then, the stuff I’ve got coming can be worked into bouquets and arrangements before we give them the spotlight next summer. Just slowly integrate them. Probably too late to get them ready in time for this season.” Truth be told, that was all a lie. Mostly. He had that contract to sign, but it wasn’t the reason for the trip. The reason was much less scrupulous, but had to have the personal touch.

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘…     /     the relaxation that tanner felt in this moment was so sweet that it had the power of becoming addictive, & the smaller of the two just about melted into the couch due to how peaceful this was —— a night of just him & his father. well, it was that, plus an addition of a potent indica strain he’d purchased from his dealer recently. that, also, made him feel as if his limbs were vibrating, making this moment all the more euphoric. though, that all came to a screeching halt when his father queried about his time spent on the roof earlier ; his heart rate picking up minimally, but not enough to be too obvious. ❝ what ? —— oh, wait, yeah... that was me, hah. ❞ he confessed, trying not to act too suspicious. ❝ i wanted to get some sun, so i wandered up there in my underwear. if it’s not obvious, i thought no one would see me ! ❞ a small laugh flurried from his mouth, his lying skills not super great, but passable, by his standards. though, the conversation was directed elsewhere, & when his father started to ramble on & on about business matters, tanner thought he was saved from further questioning ; a lethargic sigh falling from his slightly parted lips. ❝ i can’t wait to see everything when it gets here ! i have a feeling we’re gonna be really busy at the shop this summer, so if you need an extra hand, let me know. i’ll try to work it out with my theatre schedule. ❞ sure, he may end up in a production around that time, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t help his family out if they needed it —— that wouldn’t ever change. ❝ speaking of which, do you think we’re all prepared for the flower festival ? i totally forgot that that’s this weekend ! ❞

[hheavensent]

*  𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖘-𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐,

Nico reentered the building and stood there for a moment, he took a few deep breaths and proceeded on to get his bag and get out. Once he got it, he took his phone out and put it on silent before heading back outside and starting his car from where he was. He open the trunk and threw his bag in before getting in the driver’s seat, looking over at Tanner. “Comfy?” he smiled. Nico leaned over and started kissing his friend slowly and sweetly while also putting his seatbelt on for him and pulling back, “Gotta get used to that is you’re gonna top me, right?” he purred out.

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎…     /     this momentary distance between the two of them felt a little strange for tanner ; his highly sensitive personality picking up on subtle details. did nico want to get away for some specific reason ? with that thought in mind, he sighed —— trying his best to become comfortable in his cohort’s car. the longer he was left alone & idle, the more he started to wonder if this was a mistake. however, before he made up his mind, his attention was put back on the devil himself —— or, rather, his close friend, now with added benefits. before he could speak another word, he felt the brush of lips against his own, & as best he could, he countered the other’s movements ; his hand reaching over to rest on the back of the raven-haired male’s head to hold him closer. however, before he could get too into it, their kiss was broken ; nico’s words piercing the veil of silence with effervescence. ❝ yeah... guess you got a point there, ❞ he exhaled, sitting back in his seat only to buckle his seatbelt, too ; a delicate smile easing its way onto his features. ❝ you doing okay though ? you sure you’re good with all of this ? ❞ tanner queried, desperate for reassurance.

[hheavensent]

*  𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖊,

          back home things were definitely different than how people lived in wisteria. he had to make sure he kept a proper distance between him & most of the men in his life. be charming enough at events that people felt good about him, but not too charming to the point where they thought he was a whore or a casanova. there were a lot of rules & sterling still found himself abiding to some of them, but hugging his nephew wasn’t something he was going to miss out on. hell, he’d hold the young man’s hand & have an arm wrapped around him the whole time if he could. ❝ expect a lot more from where that came from then. now that i’m finally here, i’m going to make sure i hug you whenever i see you & whenever i leave. ❞ affection from the older man was definitely something that tanner didn’t have to worry about missing out on. ❝ whit might give me a run for my money, but i’ve been lying about a lot longer than he ever could. i don’t know billy too much, but a little friendly competition didn’t hurt. ❞ if his nephew was right, his brother-in-law wasn’t really competition either in the acting category. ❝ as you know i’m still quite new here, so whatever you think is best. i’d love to go to edna’s & see what they have ! ❞ as they left the establishment, sterling was already wrapped his arm around tanner’s shoulder to make sure he kept the boy close. ❝ there’s a lot we have to catch up on ! ❞

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆…     /     nowadays, family wasn’t a foreign concept to him —— instead, it was a concept that he was able to embrace & love on unconditionally now. back when he was in the system, his foster families never felt warm, & while some of them were nicer than others, they still don’t amount to how the van winkle family is. sure, being apart of wisteria court’s ❛ angels ❜ had its downsides, but he was fantastic at painting on a smile, which is probably why he’s fallen into acting quite seamlessly. it was becoming really obvious that his uncle sterling had done a lot lying in his past, too, & strangely, tanner was under the impression that it brought them closer ; made them easier for the other to truly understand. ❝ just ask either of my pops —— i’ll never say no to a hug ! ❞ he added, his grip loosening around the older man as their positions changed ; their strides in unison as they made their way out of the auditorium, the sound of their shoes against the tile of the theatre’s lobby creating a special melody & harmony just for them. ❝ so, since we’re going to edna’s, how about i bet you a hundred bucks that the second i walk in, they’ll know what i’d like to eat & will already be workin’ on it ? ❞ he teased, nudging the taller lightly with his hip. ❝ speaking of being new, can i just say that i’m so glad that you’re here for awhile ? like, how great is that ? you & i are gonna be seein’ a whole lot of each other now ! ❞

[hheavensent]

*  𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖓,

As the younger male settles into the spot next to him, Daniel lays a long arm on the back of the couch, just behind Noah, and then he turns the top half of his body slightly so that he can turn his eyes on the attractive younger man. The way dim, low light of the living room catches Noah’s profile makes the older man’s heart skip a beat or two. He knows he shouldn’t feel this way about such a younger man, but it makes his feelings and desires even worse considering that Noah is Malachi’s best friend. He swallows them down for right now, as he typically does anytime the younger is around, but he’s starting to worry that he won’t be able to keep up his restraints for much longer – especially considering the fact that they’re home alone now. The first statement makes the older man’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. What was going to be so weird about this? As soon as the younger keeps talking though, he realizes exactly what the nature of this conversation is. Daniel had thought he was being discreet when he’d catch himself staring at Noah for a little too long, but it seems like he, in fact, was not being discreet at all. He swallows, feeling embarrassed a bit, but a little voice in his head asks why he’s so embarrassed about that fact. The younger man is admitting to wanting him, so why can’t Daniel just…take him? Daniel clears his throat some, shifting on the couch to sit up a little straighter and looking at Noah with a sigh. “I’m going to be honest with you, Noah,” Daniel starts, looking for the right words to say. He knows he needs to shut this down, to tell Noah that it’s only a silly little crush that neither of them can act upon, but a piece of Daniel, a bigger piece of Daniel, just wants to take the boy right here on the couch. He tries to fight it down though. “Yes, I was looking at you, staring at you. I…I find myself attracted to you, even though I know that I shouldn’t be. Regardless, we shouldn’t act on these feelings that we have. It would be wrong. Your my son’s best friend…imagine how he would feel if he found out.”

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋…     /     if anyone were to tell noah that he’d be headlessly attracted to his best friend’s father when he first met malachi, he’d have laughed in their faces —— adamant that he’d never, ever do anything to jeopardize the relationship that he & the professional gamer had built over the last few years. sure, they weren’t lifelong pals, but it certainly felt as if they were —— that’s what made this situation so difficult for him to navigate through. more often than not, especially very late at night whenever he pleasured himself before settling into bed, he would feel high levels of guilt due to the lewd thoughts he’d have about one of mal’s dads, but time & time again, he’d climax extremely hard at the image of the two of them together in bed —— daniel’s much larger frame over his smaller one, their bodies giving each other sustenance in many, many ways besides just sexual. however, he knew that none of that was going to happen unless he was strong enough to start the conversation, & no matter how it ended up, he’d be happy. if this meeting was a way for them to clear the air, & agree not to act upon their lascivious urges, that’d suffice for him. though, what if the tides turned & this ended up in a passionate display of sensuality ? he’d feel terrible afterwards, just like always, but he knew that he wouldn’t be strong enough to deny it after it started ; to pump the brakes after being given the green light. so, when his elder confessed his attraction, too, noah’s breath hitched in his throat ; his breath literally taken away from him in that instant. ❝ w — wait, are you serious ? ❞ the twenty-year-old inquired, his countenance decorated with a befuddled expression. there was excitement in him now, & he knew it was wrong to give into it —— but, god, he was so tempted to just make that first move ; to bridge that first connection. what should he do ?

❝ i know, trust me —— that though alone eats me alive all of the time, but i just... i’m sorry, but i don’t think i can just forget about this now that you’ve told me the feeling is mutual, daniel... ❞ he spoke, stopping himself & back tracking for a second. ❝ i — i’m sorry, i meant mr. howell. ❞ his heartbeat escalated, & his palms became sweaty ; his face painted rose with a blush. ❝ why can’t we just... try it ? why can’t we just act on these urges to see if they’ll go away ? ❞ with that, he turned his body towards the older man ; his stare serious. ❝ i understand if you can’t, though... he’s not just my best friend, but more importantly, he’s your son... & while i understand that, i just don’t think we should avoid this for however long we know one another. like, can you imagine how tense it’s gonna be now ? ❞

[hheavensent]

*  𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖓-𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊,

Brock smirks, hearing Noah refer to himself in the third person as “baby boy.” It made him know they were on the same page about their intentions and what they wanted out of this evening — a deep, hard fucking that left both satisfied yet wanting more. Brock was fully intent on giving him just that.

“I could tell you,” Brock begins, hooking his fingers inside Noah’s luscious cunt, undoubtedly pressing all of the right buttons. “But don’t you wanna find out for yourself? But I’ll give you a hint: think big. And thick. That answer your question for you, hmm? You want a real alpha to show you what a cock looks like?” he asks, cooing into Noah’s ear almost like a gentle father would. He wasn’t Noah’s dad, but he would be his daddy tonight.

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊…     /     ever since he started hormone replacement therapy at sixteen, noah’s had a dramatic surge in sex drive ; his libido, unfortunately, controlling a lot of his life now when it never used to before. that, & with how clean he’d been eating, & how often he exercises, he’s practically made to have sex —— & that’s precisely what he does. is it wrong of him to be so promiscuous ? personally, he felt that it wasn’t. in a way, it was a testament to how his confidence had grown over the last few years, especially after receiving top surgery. now, he loves when men see him without clothes on, & when they want to touch him, or treat him roughly —— especially when they looked & acted like brock ; someone who the smaller thought was such modern-day god. though, he wasn’t able to think rationally in the moment, as his pussy was housing the more delicious set of fingers, & his mouth began to salivate from how badly he was craving a good, hard fucking. ❝ mmm, will you show me ? ❞ he began, biting down on his bottom lip for a mere moment to collect his thoughts. 

❝ there’s nothing i want more than you on me, d — daddy... i want your mouth, & your hands, & your cock... i want it all so, sooo bad... ❞ noah confessed, his tone laced with desperation & lust. ❝ p — please, daddy ? ❞

[hheavensent]

*  𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖆𝖘𝖍,

“Sweet-talking comes with the territory. I’ve had years of practice.” Kendall says, a smile still on his face as he stares down at the shorter, handsome male, brown eyes lit up and flirty. Kendall’s always been able to talk himself out of situation and into people’s pants, which has come in great handy for him as a lawyer, being able to convince juries of his clients’ innocence is what earns him the big bucks and a high rating in the criminal defense world. Right now, though, he’s just hoping his sweet-talking tactics are working to sway the younger male. That blush on the other’s cheeks let’s Kendall know it’s working, though, and he’s glad about – he could use the distraction of a warm body after a long day of work, and Noah seems to fit that bill perfectly. 

“I’m not quite sure what’s on my menu tonight actually,” Kendall says, and in the next few words his voice drops a few octaves and his eyes darken with desire as he finishes his thought, “but I hope you’re the dessert.” Was it forward? Possibly. He hopes it’s not too forward though, seeing as he’s only just met this stranger in the grocery store, and he doesn’t want to come off as a creep. Kendall recovers quickly though, shrugging his shoulders and looking down at the groceries in the basket. “I’ll tell you what, how about you let me pay for your groceries, we go back to my house, and we cook that baked salmon together? I have a bottle of wine I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to crack it open.” 

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋...     /     while other men may not have appreciated a well-placed forward comment, noah was of the impression that, if a man was confident enough to speak his mind ( especially if it was unfiltered ! ) then all that meant was that he knew his worth, & knew what he was good at. just from kendall’s posture, the smaller knew that the taller held a high opinion of himself, but not in a way that read narcissistic at all, no. instead, it was the perfect amount of swagger, handsomeness, & a flowery tongue that created such a catch of a human-being, & the twenty-year-old was glad to have grabbed his attention at all —— especially when he was probably making a fool of himself at the supermarket. ❝ well, practice makes perfect, as they say... & from what i can tell, you’re pretty perfect, so. ❞ he lilted, generously layering on his own flirtation to their union. ❝ you know, that’s what i pick up from you, at least. to be honest, you’re kinda like a magnet —— i haven’t been the only one staring at you this whole time, ❞ he teased, watching as a few other guys in the same aisle fawned over kendall, too. ❝ you’re pretty dangeous, hah. ❞ noah added, sending over a wink to further emphasize his playful attitude.

when a shared dinner plan was suggested, the student nodded his head eagerly ; the smile that’s been painted on his countenance this whole time not showing any signs of vanishing anytime soon. ❝ well, all of that sounds perfect... & who knows ? ❞ he queried rhetorically, letting a small pause pass them by before speaking again. ❝ maybe if you keep this up, you’ll be enjoying your dessert first ; only if you have a sweet tooth, of course. ❞ the air around them was spritzed with hormones, pheromones, & sensuality, & noah was becoming addicted to it. ❝ i think i’m all set, though. you helped me get my last item, so i’m ready to leave when you are, handsome. ❞

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*  𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖘-𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐,

          personally speaking his parents gave him the world, so he never really knew what it was like to grow up with an absentee parent. they didn’t have much wealth wise, but they had a lot of love and spirit. the first time he came into contact with something like that was his wife from college. she was terrible as a mother because all she seemed to want marcelo for was his wealth & connections. he was sure he wasn’t the only one having an affair, just the only one that didn’t go for someone as cliche as the cable guy. even if he was the only one sneaking behind someone’s back he didn’t care. with his husband & both of their kids, he finally knew what it was like to be the head of an actual family. that was why he might have been rather protective over people like noah. when he saw that they didn’t have a lot of people around & could use the help, his paternal instincts kicked in and he could get as aggressive as a lion protecting their cubs. there was no one that was going to be able to deal with him without at least putting up a fight. ❝ they’re trying to back you up into a corner & we’re not going to give them the satisfaction. even if you release the nudes yourself, the public doesn’t know about their threats and just think you’re seeking attention. people should only see your body if they have the pleasure of courting you in real life. i’m sure you have a beautiful body, but what you do with it should be up to you. ❞ there was no doubt in his mind that the young man had a lot to show off, but he shouldn’t feel forced too because of some assholes. ❝ stop. you’re not soft & even if you are, that isn’t a bad thing. don’t let people make you into something you’re not because you’re already amazing as is. ❞ even though marcelo was getting ready to hack and technically steal from a company, he looked both joyful & strict while speaking to noah. ❝ something like that, yeah. i’m going to go in through the backdoor & find your images then delete them. either that or encrypt them so if they try opening them again they’ll get a virus & they’ll delete. ❞ now his smile had turned into a mischievous smirk as he thought about it. ❝ if you want a closer look you can sit on my lap or keep an eye on the screen. don’t worry about paying me back. ❞ with that he went to their website and starting punching in some code.

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐎...     /     truth be told, noah felt as though he was being really hypocritical, but he wasn’t sure if he should tell marcelo about his ❛ secret ❜ or not, though, he figured it wasn’t super important information right now. truth is, the younger male had no issue revealing his body to the masses on the internet, but he only did so behind a mask & under a fake name. if his parents knew that he’d started an onlyfans account in order to make his own income while he’s living in austin, then they would probably be incredibly furious, but he didn’t like to dwell on that. it isn’t as if someone hacked onto his account, stole some material, then made a threat. no, these people grabbed a hold of photos that no one’s eyes had ever seen, all taken from his icloud. violated didn’t even begin to describe how he felt about this, but he was sure that the ever-handsome marcelo would understand his feelings more than anyone else. that’s for certain. so, as they continued to discuss options & reach conclusions, the smaller inhaled, then exhaled, a deep breath; his mind clearing for a moment as he drank up the words that the older of them spoke —— that low, beautifully-accented voice soothing him more than he thought it would. ❝ you’re really for sayin’ all of that, & doin’ all of this for me... trust me, if i could marry you right now, i totally would ; i’d give you my damn hand, marcelo. ❞ he teased, stifled laughter falling from between his lips. however, his interests were piqued as his comrade offered his lap for sitting purposes, & feeling a little playful, the smaller did just that —— maneuvering his lithe, toned frame so it was seated comfortably atop the other’s quadriceps ; their strength offering wonderful support. ❝ is this okay ? ❞ he asked, leaning back. ❝ if you’re uncomfortable, or if i’m hurting you, just let me know & i’ll get up ! ❞ with that, he turned his head & pressed a kiss against marcelo’s lips innocently ; hoping it was okay of him to do.

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*  𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖏𝖆𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌,

Youngjae had been in the library trying to get some reading done before his next set of paper grading. He would have been reading in his office but he liked to get out every so often and stretch him legs. Not to mention it was nice to get out and see the people around campus. Grading papers can wear on your mind. He had been accidentally following a student around, every time he passed him in the isle he made a smile until it got to the point he was laughing at how often they ran into each other. “if I didn’t know any better I would say I have a stalker, but it seems I keep walking up on you,” he said as he looked over the titles on one of the shelves. “Do you need help finding anything? I might not be a librarian but I am sure I could be help.”

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐀𝐄...     /     finals were steadily approach at ut-austin, & while he was excited for the idea of summer vacation, noah wasn’t looking forward to the exams, the research papers, & the stress from studying for hours upon hours. he was in the library in order to get started on his preparations, but he kept getting distracted by lewd thoughts —— electing to wander around the many aisles of books to calm himself down from the lewd imaginings running rampant in his mind. however, throughout this ❛ cool down ❜ process, he kept running into the same professor time & time again, & while he didn’t really find it peculiar in anyway, he was trying to figure out who he was. as far as he knew, he’d never seen the older man before, & that was a damn shame because, well, to be frank, noah thought he was so fuckin’ hot. now, the final time they near-about bumped into one another, the younger of the two found himself staring at his elder counterpart for a little too long, & when he was spoken to, he blushed ; turning his sights elsewhere for a second to collect himself before turning back. ❝ oh my gosh, i promise i’m not stalking you ! ❞ he replied, laughter following suit. ❝ i guess i’m just avoiding homework ‘n all that, so i’ve quite literally been walkin’ laps around the library... ❞ did he really sound as crazy as he thought he did ? he certainly hoped not. ❝ are you a professor here ? i’ve never seen you before... which sucks, hah. m’name’s noah. ❞ with that, he extended his hand ; hoping for a shake.

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*  𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖓-𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊,

Brock lets out a hearty, intimidating laugh. “Oh, you sweet little thing, you weren’t even born when I had sex with a trans guy for the first time,” he says, sliding his heavy paw into Noah’s undies, running his fingers over the slick mound of flesh beneath. “God, you’re wet already. Could just slip my dick inside without any resistance, huh?” teases Brock, gently hooking his finger inside the fleshy space, hearing a faint squelch in reaction to his movements. “Bet I could lift you against this wall and have this perfect little cunt of yours coming in no time— would you like that, baby boy? Hmm?”

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊…     /     noah was beginning to discover that he had a pretty strong kink for sleeping with older men, & it was only further confirmed to him when brock made mention of his age, & the sheer difference of maturity between the two of them couldn’t have been more erotic to him —— it felt so scandalous for all the right reasons. ❝ f — fuck, that’s hot... ❞ he cooed, sucking in a heavy breath & whimpering it out when the other’s massive hand found its way beneath his waistband. all of this was beginning to make him nervous, but that was only because he felt so small in comparison to brock. the size of the older’s palm appeared to be larger than his pussy, but then again, all of that could just be in the younger male’s head —— it exaggerating everything he found sexy. though, when a finger entered him, he moaned out loud ; already desperate for more. ❝ y — yeah, baby boy would like that ; he’d like that a lot... ❞ he confirmed, almost going weak at the knees ; his hips instinctively thrusting forward to deepen the penetration of the others digit in his cunt. ❝ would you mind tellin’ me h — how big you are ? ❞ noah wondered, trying to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen.

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*  𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖘-𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐,

His smiled faltered for a moment when he was called a whore. Did that hurt? It was only teasing, they did it all the time it was no big thing, but when it was applied to this situation… “Haha, nope! You’re just my friend and I wanna make you happy.” he smiled and took his hand, guiding him out of the theatre from the back and leading him to his car, “Put your seatbelt on and I’ll be back, I gotta grab my bag from the green room.”

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎…     /     tanner noticed the slight change in nico’s demeanor, but he decided not to mention it in that moment ; hoping he was just being over-analytical. so, without further ado, the pair of them headed over to nico’s car —— hand in hand, & ready for exploration. however, once they got to his vehicle, the youngest of the van winkle family was asked to wait for a few moments ; nodding in response as lounged back against the passenger seat. there, he pulled out his phone to watch a youtube video —— killing time as nico was grabbing his bag from the green room.

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*  𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖑𝖊,

nate’s life had been so dull recently, he had half a mind to do something so extremely scandalous, just to shake things up. but tonight, he would settle for hiding out on the roof with something and someone that would take his mind of just where his life wasn’t going (out of this town). from time to time – the time coming more often, almost daily, recently – nate did smoke. he did other things, too, but those were done in the privacy of his room (or the dingy bathroom of a dark club), and less so in front of his little brother. he wasn’t the type to bring someone down with him, but as far as he was concerned, weed wasn’t a “gateway drug” – as the PTA moms called it – but something to open the mind and soothe the soul. he’d been at work all day, but the second he walked through the front door he’d gone straight up to the roof, not he bothering to change out of his uniform in his haste. he was laid back, head turned towards his brother, watching as he inhaled. “well, you’ll have to give me their name. my guy’s always ‘busy’, though i’m convinced he just doesn’t like me. i’ve no idea why – - i make a good first impression.” he shimmied up into a sitting position and took the lighter between his right thumb and forefinger, the pipe in his left. in one swift motion the flame appeared and he was breathing in the smoke, filling his lungs. he held it for a while, letting the cloud fill his head, before breathing out. “you know me, tan, i’m a busy man. rather, you’re never there when i knock on your door – i was starting to think you were avoiding me.”

*  ♡  .     𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄…     /     the scent of freshly smoked indica blending in with the aroma of wisteria & springtime made for a beautiful setting —— both brothers indulging in perfect green, & some light-hearted banter, only making it feel more relaxed. there was no pressure for them to go anywhere or for them to do anything ; all they had to do was sit, smoke, & speak, & that’s exactly what they did. it was simple ; brotherhood was simple. tanner just wished he had this sort of relationship with someone while he was actually a child, but that was neither here nor there —— to be honest, he’s just really glad to have nate around now. that’s all that matters to him. ❝ i genuinely think that i could never avoid you, man... i like you too much to dodge you. ❞ turns out, the younger of the two perfectly filled the shoes of the stereotypical baby brother : all he wanted to do was hangout with nate, he thought he was so fuckin’ cool. that said, he grabbed onto his pipe & lighter again, taking yet another soft & slow hit before handing it back over to the other. ❝ my phone’s charging in my room, but remind me when we head back in & i’ll text you his number. he’s a really chill & reliable dude i knew at one of the orphanages i was in, ❞ & while he appreciated the contacts he made there, he was certainly glad he wasn’t in foster care anymore. being a van winkle was the best thing that ever happened to him. ❝ weird question, but do you ever, like, wonder what it’d be like if you & i weren’t brothers ? like, if we got picked up by different families, & both lived in austin, but like... weren’t related in anyway ? ❞ tanner asked, almost rhetorically. ❝ because, like, i think about it sometimes, & i think it’d suck. guess that means i love you or somethin’, huh ? ❞