a certain type of genius.

Once you sell your soul to the devil, he owns the copywright. Hunter Clarington - 30.

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Where: Jesse’s apartment in Manhattan. When: Sunday night @ 6 PM What: A snowy night in by the fireplace, complete with boyfriend cuddles and maybe more. Warnings: Smut in the future, probably. Man parts, all that jazz.

Well, perhaps that was Hunter’s entire intention. After all he wasn’t planning on letting Jesse go anytime soon - so it’d only be natural he’d assert himself as the best option. As the hand snaked under the fabric of his polo Hunter couldn’t keep the lazy grin off his lips, half listening to Jesse while the other half of him paid much more attention to the other’s hands on him. 

Moving from his spot next to Jesse he hooked one of his legs over his waist, moving so that now he was situated within his boyfriend’s lap. “You’ve got me however you want me today, darling,” Hunter near whispered to the other, sliding his hands over the man’s clothed chest and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. “For as long as you want, promise.”

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micah-berry‌:

I have. I’ve tried Kahlua, which kind of makes it taste like a mocha. Then also peppermint schnapps, bourbon, and amaretto.

I’ll have to try the Kahlua then. Coffee is probably... the majority of what I drink. 

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micah-berry‌:

Exactly. I am a simple man with simple tastes, honestly. 

Tell me, have you tried others? I’d love to figure out what would compliment the cocoa best. 

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xblaineandersonx‌:

That is very flattering. If you would actually be interested, I would be interested in seeing what the possibilities are. 

If you’d like I can find a slow day to bring you to the office and we can canvas. 

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xblaineandersonx‌:

You can do that? I mean, do you see that? I don’t even know what I would get my name out there for.

In risk of sounding mildly flirtatious, I certainly can. You have a dark and handsome look to you but a bubbling smile to buck the stereotype associated. It’s something we dream of in the advertising business. 

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micah-berry‌:

I make either homemade hot chocolate or the Swiss Miss cocoa, and put liquor in it. Most of the time, it’s Bailey’s.

Ah, the simplest Sometimes the best though, from experience.

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micah-berry‌:

Of course. Everything good in moderation. 

I am curious, though, as to what an adult hot chocolate consists of for you. 

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micah-berry‌:

Today just isn’t my day, I guess. I’m just going to lay in bed and binge watch the MCU until I pass out. And have some adult hot chocolate.. lots and lots of adult hot chocolate.

Always in moderation, lest we suffer the next morning. 

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xblaineandersonx‌:

Sometimes it’s fun. I like when there are big crowds and everyone cheers. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just to perform and get all that applause.

If you’d ever like to get your name out there, give me a call. I can see you attracting quite the crowd. 

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joanne-berry‌:

I’ll tell you what, scrubbing off fake blood is absolutely annoying.  The cornsyrup simply does not come off of boobs. Just a fair warning for anyone thinking about using it. On the upside I am so happy to finally be back in my bed for once. If anyone wants to buy me grub hub I will support you fully.

I’m not too familiar with women so take my words with a grain of salt - but I don’t understand why you’d need to put corn syrup on your breasts. 

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Where: Jesse’s apartment in Manhattan. When: Sunday night @ 6 PM What: A snowy night in by the fireplace, complete with boyfriend cuddles and maybe more. Warnings: Smut in the future, probably. Man parts, all that jazz.

“Smaller company,“ Hunter stated, then brought a hand to Jesse’s chest and kissed him to brush away those thoughts. Sure, Jesse had been turned around quite a lot, but Hunter found that a loss for the companies. Jesse was an amazing singer and performer, yet still they chose others over him. It made no sense - Jesse was young, attractive, and most importantly heavily marketable. 

It didn’t make sense to Hunter that he hadn’t gotten a break yet. “And for the record,” Hunter started, his lips beginning to tick up into a soft smile - the same one that tended to give him a certain glow. “I’m sure they’d take you.”

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carolinexoxsmythe‌:

Hmm, I may take you up on that. I mostly know my around a coffee mug from acting as a barista but… can never know too much.

A homemade recipe can always add something. I’m sure there’s a few more tricks you haven’t picked up considering the grated chocolate.

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Hunter finally moved from neck to lips with Jesse, stealing a kiss from the man and afterwards taking the hot chocolate from the table. With one sip he could feel the warmth returning to his body, pressing against his lover in satisfaction. The mischievous grin told Jesse that he was probably right, though Hunter’s mind wasn’t entirely stuck in the gutter. 

“On the boring side,“ Hunter sighed, swirling the liquid in his cup before taking a sip. He’d been assigned to his boss’s b-team for an off-Broadway production, something he was sure Jesse would be interested in despite Hunter’s comments. “Theater company looking for their next billboards.“

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Where: Jesse’s apartment in Manhattan. When: Sunday night @ 6 PM What: A snowy night in by the fireplace, complete with boyfriend cuddles and maybe more. Warnings: Smut in the future, probably. Man parts, all that jazz. 

“Not weird at all,“ Hunter was quick to assure Jesse. For after all, it’d end up also being strange for him. Though they were early in their relationship Hunter still found himself missing Jesse after a few too many days apart - usually topping out at about three. He followed Jesse over to where he’d seated himself and slipped under the blanket, assuring the man that he’d keep his promise of warming him up. Y’know, along with some neck kisses.

His grin could’ve easily been felt against Jesse’s skin, pressing into him at the sexual comments and moving up to kiss under the man’s jaw. “Couldn’t I rim you while you sat on my face?” he questioned, voice taking on a much more teasing tone. 

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The scent of hot chocolate hit his nose as soon as the door was open, the beverage almost being as good of a welcome as his boyfriend’s lips were. Jesse had a tendency for the dramatics, though Hunter never minded too much. Especially not when it had the other acting in ways that were much to Hunter’s benefit - an example being the tug inside that he got in response to... well, being here. 

He kissed Jesse back and wrapped an arm around the man’s waist to stay close as he came in, the other quite correct in his assumption. He was cold, and Jesse was decidedly not. “I could ask the same for you,” Hunter mused to the man, resting his free hand over one of Jesse’s. If either of them were especially handsome, it’d be him. 

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Where: Jesse’s apartment in Manhattan. When: Sunday night @ 6 PM What: A snowy night in by the fireplace, complete with boyfriend cuddles and maybe more. Warnings: Smut in the future, probably. Man parts, all that jazz. 

His lover always had a tendency towards elegance - whether Jesse was serious or not. It probably said a good deal about the man that Hunter wouldn’t be surprised if he actually were spread out over furs, knowing full well that if Jesse had the means to come upon such luxuries he would. Furs or no furs, however, Hunter was content to curl up next to the fire with him nonetheless.

Sliding into his vehicle Hunter made his way over to his boyfriend’s residence, only checking his phone once or twice to see if Jesse had said anything further. He’d brought a few things in preparation, the few hints his lover gave him cuing him in to how the night might end up.

Upon his arrival Hunter slipped out from the driver’s seat and into the apartment complex, using the elevator to take him right up to Jesse’s floor and allowing his feet to carry him the rest of the way to the room. He knocked - once, then three times to alert the other to him being right outside. “Now did you want to let me in, or should I let myself in?” Hunter questioned, the suggestive tone his voice taking implying Jesse may be... a bit occupied at the moment.

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jessestjmz‌:

You don’t have to try to be seductive, you always are. But fine, come take me I’ll be waiting on the furs in front of the fire place.

Promise?