boys like boys

selective mature mxm indie rp. nsfw mun & muses 21+  

[homoerotiks]

Open to M | Wanted Connection: Classmate/Teammate 18+ (plot: one or both of our muses are closeted, a lowkey relationship develops)

Nils exhaled a sigh of relief once cool water from the locker room shower began to beat down against his chest. His pale skin prickled with goosebumps as he stepped forward, letting the water hit his face and soak his hair. It was refreshing after the laps he’d just finished running though, his limbs tired, his feet throbbing. His head was under the cascade when his peer entered the open stall beside him. It was only when the other boy turned the spigot to start the adjacent shower that Nils looked over and noticed he wasn’t alone in the locker room anymore.    

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quirkybottoms‌:

“I’m well aware of your ability to fulfill my other needs, babe,” Eric said with a soft chuckle, picking up his fork. He watched Charlie walk around a bit first, getting sidetracked in how the newly revealed torso bent and flexed as he walked. Charlie was a beautiful human, and Eric sometimes forgot how lucky he was. Nor did he ever note notice when his clothing was cleaned without him doing it. Or how Charlie was always waiting for him when he got back from a tour. Eric could be truly happy with this man, if he let himself be.

He snapped out of it after realizing he was now staring into empty air, Charlie’s hands squeezing his shoulder. Lips brushing his cheek. Charlie trying to comfort him. Eric smiled and started to dig into the eggs, taking a bite before reaching across the table and dumping incredibly liberal amounts of pepper onto the fluffy concoction. “These are great,” he said, even as he drowned them, “just what I needed this morning. Thanks.”

“Good. I was simply having it stated for the record. In case our neighbors didn’t know.” Charlie grinned. He appreciated his own rather dry sense of humor and was grateful that Eric tolerated it as well. He didn’t mind it when Eric sprinkled loads of pepper onto his scrambled eggs. There wasn’t very much that the other could do to offend him outside of disrespecting their house rules, of course. No hard drugs. No cheating. No lying.  

“You’re absolutely welcome.” The blue-eyed dermatologist beamed, glad he could offer the hungover man some small comfort. Charlie pulled out a chair across the table from Eric and sat down, essentially to watch the musician eat. He’d been nursing a giant mug of lukewarm coffee for a while already. “Is there anything else you need? I am off all day just to laze about with you, if that’s what you want.”

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xpickyourpoison‌:

“As much as you’re willing to pay,” Brett stated, taking a step closer and letting a hand run along the other’s arm, hoping that the touch added to what it was that he was mentioning. It was no secret that the strippers in the club also acted as escorts, doing more behind the scenes by going even further than the simple stage would allow. “Full access, if you have the funds.”

“Ah.” Max wasn’t ignorant. He was aware that some strippers and go-go boys for that matter got extra for going that extra mile. Hell, he’d done plenty he wasn’t supposed to for handsome tips too. But he’d never paid someone else for sexual favors. It wasn’t beneath him, it simply hadn’t come up as guys typically offered it up just as soon as he looked at them. “Here’s the thing, I never pay to get my dick wet,” he explained honestly. “I bet your ass is real sweet though. Be a shame if I couldn’t taste it.”

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your-lonely-witches‌:

‘Good ol’ you being mean to me.’ he corrected with a grin. He groped the other’s balls lightly, feeling the warmth as he listened to the other saying that he was warm now. ‘Oh yeah?’ Fuck Gale had the huge temptation to just kiss the man then as he stared at him. Sometimes he forgot just how much hotter Phillip was, especially in comparison to his other clients. Gale slid his hand out slowly and hooked his fingers around the waistband of Phillip’s underwear and pulled, there he got a great view of the other’s dick but grinned when he spotted a small pouch in front. He slid two fingers down and pulled out the bag between the fingers and held it up in front of Phillip’s face, ‘Round one to me.’ he chuckled, ‘You gonna do the honours, babe?’

“Well, who’s got who by the balls right now, Gale? Literally.” Phillip smirked, enjoying the younger man’s tease even if he was really after something else. He nodded subtly, waiting for Gale to discover what he’d hidden though he was easily just as content to let him fish around a bit longer. He wasn’t too disappointed however when Gale removed his underwear, unveiling the powdery grand prize. “Look at that.. ” he grinned, glancing at his semi-hard cock. “And that too.” When Gale offered him the first bump, Phillip happily obliged, leaning over and taking the favor from him. “Don’t mind if I do.” He flashed a charming smile at the escort, opening the small packet and carefully tapping out a small dot onto the spot of skin between his curled up index finger and thumb. He leaned in toward his fist and quickly snorted the powder off it. He tapped out another dot with slightly less finesse than the first, then offered his fist to Gale. “Your turn.”

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undroids‌:

A small smile appeared on his lips as the other spoke, “You’re holdin’ up more than okay, trust me.” He took the man’s hand and gave him a firm shake before planting a kiss on his knuckles. “It’s on me.” Kyle shot Jesus a wink before he poured him several shots, carefully sliding it over. “Name’s Kyle.” He busied himself by making the other people around them their drinks but his attention was on Jesus. “Don’t get too wasted, though. But if y’want to, I can’t stop ya.”

Jesus hadn’t been fishing for a compliment, but he felt the back of his neck grow warm when the bartender gave him one. “Yeah? Well, thank you. My ego needed that bump.” He laughed softly, surprised when the other man pressed his lips to the back of his hand after they’d shook. He didn’t hate that either. “You treat all your patrons this good, Kyle?” he inquired, grabbing one of the shot glasses after Kyle had served him a few. “I won’t get completely trashed, I promise.” He did knock back a shot then, but was serious about pacing himself. “It wasn’t cute for me at 25, it’s not gonna be any cuter now. Besides, I gotta be lucid in case an opportunity comes up, right?”

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undroids‌:

Max always knew how to make Felix forget, honestly, it was rather unhealthy but he wasn’t going to complain. His boyfriend always made him feel good and he loved it. He bent over a little, a soft hum leaving his lips as he spread his legs a little more. “Please, baby,” he almost whined, he clenched his muscles at the feeling of Max’s cock rubbing against his hole, a soft gasp leaving his lips when his lover wrapped his fingers around his own length. “Want you,” he bucked his hips into the touch, “Want you inside me,” he murmured as he pushed his mounds back against his boyfriend’s tip. “Please.”

Max knew exactly what his boyfriend wanted, but he loved pushing him to the limit of needing to say it out loud. Felix was so fucking adorable when he begged for his dick. Max grinned, resting his chin on Felix’s shoulder as he pumped his cock several more times. His desperation was palpable and Max could feel his own cock pulsing against Felix’s ass as Felix’s length thickened between his curled fingers. “Whatever you want,” Max nodded, placing his free hand on Felix’s hip in order to anchor him in place while he slowly pushed his swollen helmet into Felix’s soft, puckered hole.     

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xpickyourpoison‌:

A low chuckle left the stripper’s lips at the other’s teasing, dimples etching into his cheeks. “Hey now, I can’t let you do that… it’s my signature,” he teased, though he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop the other. It wasn’t like his dance routine was that different from a usual stripper’s. Letting his gaze drink in the other’s appearance, he couldn’t help but get the sense that he really was a dancer - what with those long legs and thick thighs - and he gave a nod. “But you know, I can show you more. If you’re willing to pay the price.”

Max fully appreciated it when the other man laughed; he fucking loved dimples. They were his weakness, if he could claim to have one. “Yeah? Well, it’s a good one. I’ll definitely remember it.” He replied, confidently flirting back with the handsome guy. His friends would forgive him for finding his own fun, he figured. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. He strode toward the other man, intrigued by his invitation. “How much more?”

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your-lonely-witches‌:

‘We’ve met once or twice.’ Gale chuckled back, his confidence building now that the pair were alone and good to do whatever without the fear of eyes finding Phillip with him. His fingers teased around a shirt button before one hand slipped into the inner pocket of the other’s suit, finding nothing, he fround. ‘Playing that game tonight, huh?’ knowing full well that the other usually kept the good stuff there. He looked down, eyes scanning the other’s body, ‘I’m gonna take a guess that you’ve not shoved it in the most obvious place.’ he grinned, doubting the other would be shoving it up his ass. ‘Maybe…’ he hummed, sliding his hand back down to the man’s crotch, ‘Is it hiding with the main prize? As if you need to make a little game like this to get me reaching for your cock.’ Gale said, fingers now working to undo the man’s suit trousers. ‘Yeah - totally off the clock.’ he said, hand slipping down inside the man’s underwear now and cupping his balls, ‘Would be mean of me to carge when I wanna get fucked by you just as much as you wanna fuck me, eh?’

Phillip stifled his smirk as Gale searched the inner pocket of his jacket, knowing that the sought-after favor wasn’t there. It was cruel perhaps, but Phillip hadn’t anticipated that he would run into the younger man tonight and therefore he had had no reason to hide it in a more accessible place. He wouldn’t risk anyone else randomly chancing upon the illegal substance; he had his budding career to consider, after all. “Good ol’ fashioned hide and seek,” he teased, refusing to help Gale find it any faster. He was enjoying being felt up, if the thickening bulge beneath his fly was any indication. “Well, that would be a party..” he chuckled at the notion that he might hide it up his own ass, “but not this time.” That was too risky, for sure. “Well, you know how much I adore games.” His teeth caught his bottom lip when Gale’s cool fingers cradled his warm balls inside of his unzipped slacks. His cock twitched and he turned his face toward the escort, grinning smugly. “You’re warm as hell now, Gale.”  

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your-lonely-witches‌:

The elevator ride was quiet for the most part. ‘Totally.’ he hummed as he left it, following after Phillip. He stepped into the suite, looking around - it was just as nice as the other’s Phillip had taken him too. Gale took his jacket off and folded it over the arm of a chair, looking up to see Phillip sitting down. ‘Well, I already know where the main prize is.’ he hummed, coming over and eyeing the man, eyes scanning rather crudely over his bulge. The escort sat down softly and ran a hand over the man’s inner thigh as he spoke, ‘But the main question is where our other little party starter is.’ he grinned, hand now moving along the man’s chest. ‘You really want me rooting through your pockets? A dirty escort like me?’ he teased.

Phillip rested his arms along the back of the couch, reclining somewhat in his custom designer suit. He smirked when Gale made a thinly-veiled reference to his manhood, glancing down toward the front of his pants in appreciation as well. “You are rather familiar with that prize, aren’t you? And it with you.” He turned his hand so that his palm was facing up when Gale moved within reach of him. Phillip lightly played with the ends of Gale’s hair at his nape while the escort rubbed his inner thigh. If he continued on that path, it wouldn’t take Gale too long to find what he was looking for. Though he typically kept it in the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket, Phillip had hidden the miniature bag in a secret seam of his underwear for extra security. “I really do. You’re off the clock tonight anyway as I recall.”

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xpickyourpoison‌:

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After a routine on stage, one that earned him plenty in tips, the stripper headed off of the stage and to the corner where the refreshments were waiting. Grabbing a water bottle, he was quick to pour some on his overheated body, unaware that eyes were still on him despite a new routine happening on stage.

Max had gone out for drinks with some of the guys from the club where he worked as a go-go dancer since it was their night off, but he was more interested in the performers than in getting wasted. One particular stripper held his attention, causing Max to slip away from his group to introduce himself. “Hey.” He grinned, catching the other man in an attempt to cool down. “I like your moves. I might have to steal some of them.”

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your-lonely-witches‌:

Gale had a number of regular clients but he’d have to say Phillip rated highly. He was the only one of his in the public eye unless you paid particular attention to the city’s top businessmen. He chuckled as he entered the elevator, nodding his head and clicking his tongue. ‘Mmhm - yeah, yeah you’re the bike there.’ he teased, pressing back against the wall of the elevator and watching over Phillip. ‘And as speed goes - you’re not too bad.’ he said, nudging the other’s arm with an almost child-like grin. ‘Guess we’ll see how you go tonight - I’ll rate you.’ he teased again.

Phillip admired Gale from his side of the elevator, quietly minding the security cameras and keeping a respectable distance for the short duration of their ride. “Oh, will you?” the politician grinned, preparing his key card just as the elevator door slid open for them to step out into the hallway. Phillip led the way to his suite, unlocking the door with ease then entering ahead of Gale. He took a seat on the expensive leather couch in the living area, looking up at the handsome escort with a devious smile on his lips. “I think I’ll make you search for your prize. I’ll give you a hint, it’s somewhere on my person.” 

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quirkybottoms‌:

“I always pictured you as the stay at home boyfriend, honestly,” Eric said, gesturing at the mostly naked, apron-clad man, “I can barely do my own laundry. I can’t imagine being the cleaning and cooking, 1950′s housewife type, even if it meant I got to cop 1950′s styles, which were dope as fuck. We’d have great meals, too, if you’re into hispanic food all the time. My grandma taught me well, but my fucking sister took the molcajete, that snake.” Eric loved his sister. His words meant nothing, and he smiled through them.

“No, I don’t think I could be a kept man. It’s not the number or quality of groupies. Trust me, I got the one I want and the only one I need. I’d just go nuts being in one place all the time. All day. I need the change. The constant motion. Same reason I can’t take like, a desk job. I’d be bored out of my skull. And then I really would drink. Or shoot up, or something.” Eric didn’t mention that the band was starting to feel like routine, too. Too much like routine. He was getting antsy to do something different or new. Maybe a solo career? Maybe a different band? He was getting himself all confused. He just knew that something didn’t feel right anymore. And it was giving him a killer fucking headache.

“I don’t disagree with you there. I would love to be the stay-at-home guy.” Charlie mused, reaching behind his back to undo the knot in the apron strings. He enjoyed his job in the medical field, but nothing would give him more happiness than ultimately being home with his family, which he hoped Eric would one day become a permanent part of. “The good news I like cleaning, it’s therapeutic. And I haven’t ever turned a white shirt pink in the wash. I’m your man for all of your domestic needs.. and of course, those other needs as well.” He wiggled his brows upon untying his apron and casting it aside to reveal his fit upper body. 

“Sounds like you’ll be cooking for our next date night.” Charlie laughed softly, loving whenever Eric shared something about his own family with him. He nodded sympathetically, making his way to stand behind Eric, squeezing his shoulders. “I understand, love.” He leaned down to pecked the musician’s cheek, then drew back. “For now however, tend to your breakfast. Eat.”

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undroids‌:

“What, you mean being responsible?” He teased, chuckling softly afterwards as he shrugged a shoulder. “I mean it’s fine when it’s once or twice… but not when you forget all the time, y’know? Besides, we’re gonna do chores together too.” Luca hummed, lips pressed into a thin line. “We’ll be fine, babe. Whatever it is, we’ve got to talk things out.” He turned to lay down on his side, propping his head up with his palm that rested against the couch. “I think it’ll be really great to see you all the time, that way I don’t really have to miss you, hm?”

Of course it wasn’t the house chores that concerned Leo. It was more of the accumulation of little annoyances that could crop up from them being together more frequently than they were used to that was worrisome. “You know what I mean, smart-ass.” He rolled his eyes at Luca. “I lived with a boyfriend once before and it screwed us up. We were broken up after 4 months and it got really nasty.” Leo frowned briefly, but Luca’s words of encouragement were wearing him down a little. “I would be nice to wake up with you every morning.. to see this face,” he smirked, reaching out to caress the side of Luca’s boyish face.

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undroids‌:

Kyle snickered, “I’m rarely wrong,” he teased the other lightheartedly before he downed a shot that he poured himself. He wasn’t supposed to be drinking, but eh, it’s whatever. “Doubt you’re that old, you still look really great.” He lifted his shoulders in a light shrug, nodding his head towards the dance floor, “Go have fun, once people see that you’re havin’ the time of your life, they’re gonna come up to you and make sure y’go home happy.” He grinned, “What’s y’name?”

Jesus grinned, certain that the attractive bartender had more than his fair share of attention. He bet that he never got stood up. “I guess I’m holding up okay for 40.” He replied with a gentle shrug of his shoulders, hoping he didn’t look his true age right now. Jesus glanced toward the dancefloor and grinned. It wasn’t a terrible idea, but his date fail had knocked a little confidence out of him. “Hm. Maybe. I might need a couple more shots first though.” He turned back to the bartender, offering his hand to shake. “Jesus. You?”

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