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“ Excuse me–…i’m sorry, do you maybe know where I can get some of those hangover-pill-things? This is hard enough to comprehend even if my head wasn’t about to explode. ”
“I’D BE HAPPY to make sure you receive some,” Hunter started, “And here’s where the age old question pops up,” he said, leaning against the wall. “What’s in it for me?”
courtneyjpg:
he chuckles along with her and a sense of relief washes over the blonde. “ the shading is actually kind of good. someone has way too much time on their hands, here, ” she muses, shifting so he can see the pages better as she begins to leaf through it. there’s writing on almost every page, courtney’s simultaneously impressed and disappointed with the destroyed book. “ it’s a good thing i didn’t have her heart set on reading it, because it’s completely wrecked. ” soft laughter escapes, quieter than the initial giggle that’d been startled out of her. “ i’m courtney, by the way, ” she introduces herself, holding out the hand that wasn’t gripping the spine of the book for a shake. “ i’m pretty new here. ”
He chuckled at the comment about the shading. “Not an artist, so I wouldn’t know. It’s... detailed, though,” he commented, glancing at her in thanks as she moved the book so he could see better. He tried to read some of the phrases written on the book and scoffed internally when it was all juvenile gibberish. He had these thoughts now, but he had done the same when he was in college. It used to be fun. “What book is that, anyway?” He asked, and then smiled back in response. He was right. “Courtney,” he repeated, “I’m Hunter,” he said, taking her hand and shaking it. He nodded at the information, and replied. “I’m pretty new here too. A week, I think,”
xeniiamarks:
Perhaps it would be much easier for Xenia to be sober right now - things wouldn’t seem as hazy and she would be able to think clearly. But as it is, she had been thinking clearly for far too long, and it was a welcomed buzz that came with the hard alcohol. Holding onto the drink on her hand, she turned towards the voice and smirked, glancing appreciatively at the other. “You’re quite a sight,” she couldn’t stop herself from murmuring, taking another swig out of her glass. She was going to need to the alcohol.
This was the third person who had come up to him, drunk, and it was starting to get a little annoying. Then again, it was his own fault for trying to make conversation at a party full of drunks. He glanced at the girl and chuckled. She was cute, he thought, downing his third beer. He barely had a buzz going, and he was glad for it, if only because he’d avoid the hangover. He chuckled at the girl’s words. “Glad you think so,” he said, turning to face her, “you’re not bad either,”
xoluciana:
“Mm, it is.” Luci murmurs, eyes slowly moving up to meet the male’s. “You having a good time, I hope? Isn’t that the point? Get drunk, have some fun…” She trails off with a shrug, finishing off whatever was left in the cup in her hand, licking the excess alcohol from her lips. “Fun is what run this place.”
Chuckling as he felt eyes on him, he turned slightly to face the woman. “It’s... decent,” he said, with a small shrug. He watched as she downed the rest of her glass and took a swig from the bottle of beer that he was nursing. This was his third beer, and he was nowhere near tipsy. He’d learned how to build a tolerance for alcohol years ago. “I can see that,” he said, chuckling. “Are you having fun?”
rcsponsive:
once again his body is BETRAYING his mind as he approaches hunter. it’s reminded him of the day, he found out his ex dominant was here— every time he saw the older man he was reminded of that, of everything. raphael would have a GOOD time, he convinced himself of this. ‘ yeah if y’er into these kinda things. ‘ he doesn’t want to say more, he has so much to say, so much to tell hunter but none of it seems like ; they’d seem like he’s trying to make GUILT erode at the other, maybe his mind wanted that— then again his mind was WRONG some of the time.
He had expected Raphael to keep his distance. Hunter was wrong. But then again, he remembered how the sub was around him. Helpless. It was endearing, almost. He looked at him, and chuckled. “Reminds me of my college days,” he said with a grin. “This isn’t really your scene, is it?” He asked, taking a swig of his beer.
amber--robinson:
Amber smiled noticing the man standing next to her before nodding her head. “Just as I was saying! It’s amazing the whole thing.” Amber grinned up at the man. “It’s all so extravagant, but kind of low-key that we can actually enjoy it.”
“I’m glad you’re having fun,” he said to the girl with a grin. He looked at her, and then nodded, “yeah, I can see that.” He said, pulling out another bottle from the cooler beside him and offering it to the girl. “Want a beer?” He looked at her for a moment; she was pretty. Nothing to write home about though.
ethanvanderbilt:
Ethan looked over at the man standing next to him when the other one spoke. He “It is quite the sight indeed.” He answered and nodded, putting his hands on his hips. He was honestly still amazed that he was in this situation but it was starting to sink in and he was starting to discover who he was, someone who could send his sister into this. He didn’t recognize himself but he honestly felt like he was becoming his true self. “It’s a little crazy.”
Hunter chuckled, raising his bottle in the direction of the man, “I’ll drink to that,” he said with a small laugh. There were people who enjoyed this kind of thing, and then there were the ‘pets’. He looked at the man and saw wonder in his eyes, and Hunter had a feeling that the man was a recent arrival. “New here?”
PARTIES LIKE THIS one took Hunter back to his college days, where he had somehow, become friends with the richer frat boys. It had just been smarmy words and casual manipulation, but it had gotten the job done at the time, and he was glad for it. The rich weren’t nearly as entitled back then as they were now– which was really saying something since he paid a million dollars to come to a mansion where people were kept as sex slaves. “Quite a sight, isn’t it?” He said, glancing to the person who had come to a stop beside him.
robin-archer:
“Come on. It’s a party. Let’s go do something fun.” she grinned, looking the other person over.
“THERE ARE VERY few meanings of fun in a place like this. Think over it again. Are you sure you want to have ‘fun’?” He asked, eyebrow raised.
rcsponsive:
he can feel the way hunter is almost holding back, the TENSION is so thick in the room. it would just be his luck that one of the dominants— one that held so much power over him, would come here. with the first sight of the beer bottle, he knew that despite the outward appearance of the older man, he was still the same, drinking so early in the afternoon. raphael can feel the others gaze on him, on the way the tight BATES uniform fit him; how everything was more or less on display leaving nothing– absolutely nothing to the imagination. his body sports an ERECTION currently facing away from the other as the bags are placed down.
but once he was turned and hunter was THERE, he backed up until his back and head was to the wall. his body shudders slightly and he swallows hard. ‘ I…. ‘ the question floors him, he just wants to l e a v e, his mind wants him to leave, his body is SCREAMING for the touch, to feel it again, for a FIX. his hands remain as his side, crimson flushing along his cheeks, it reaches his eartips so fast. sure, others here had done it for him, but never this fast, never this menacing.
his ERECTION throbs in time with the vein on the crease of his elbow and the heart beating in his throat, not his chest. raphael is completely at hunters M E R C Y and he did this to himself. his body didn’t turn and RUN, it trailed, obeyed. ‘ g-good, ‘ he tried to make it f i r m and sure, but it was as unsteady as he feels.
He knew that he probably hadn’t left Raphael with any pleasant thoughts regarding him, and he doubted that Raphael’s opinion of him would be very high even now, as he had the younger man pinned against a wall, but he hoped. And how sad was it, Hunter wondered, to hope for something like that. Something he knew he could never have. Which is why he lived with one night stands, and temporary submissives. He’d tried sticking to one person, but it never worked. It was Rachel at first, then Derek, and then Jess. He never tried again.
Hunter felt predatory as the fear manifested in Raphael’s eyes. He wanted to swallow it up. Thing is, the first time he’d seen Raphael, he hadn’t expected it. Raphael looked like he would have been anything but a submissive, and yet... it had become addicting– the ability to make him cower. And Hunter revelled in it. He had hoped that the hit of ecstasy would subside in time, but it was still there, and pumping through his veins as he stood over Raphael, denying him the one thing Hunter knew he would beg for. Touch.
His eyes followed the redness on Raphael’s body, going from his face to his ears, and he chuckled; a dark sound. He tilted his head, a smirk on his lips, “Are you sure?” He asked, as if he didn’t already know the answer. Raphael might have been getting his pick of Dominants galore, but there would be few who knew the man like he did. Knew his limits, and where to touch him to make him scream. “You don’t sound sure, Raphael...”
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@huntcrhaycs:
there’s always people in the library. courtney thrives on company. she’s warm and extroverted, that’s part of what made her a good counselor. it’s not so hard to find people to chat with, so long as she’s careful not to disturb the people who are actually reading. so far, though, most of the people milling about seem preoccupied, so courtney takes it upon herself to pluck a random book from the shelf and flip through it. a startled laugh escapes when the first page she opens to has a rather large and detailed doodle of the male anatomy on it. too loud. courtney could practically hear it echo. how embarrassing. for a moment she considers ignoring the fact that she can feel someone’s stare boring holes into her skull, but she can’t; she just has to explain herself. gaze lifts to meet the man who was peering at her, and courtney gives a sheepish, apologetic smile. “ sorry, i’m sorry, i just wasn’t expecting…. ” she flips the book so the doodle is facing the man, “ this. ”
IT HAD BEEN about a week since Hunter had been at Bates, but he still hadn’t managed to fully take all of it in. This might have been his third trip to the library, where he looked around, and promised himself to pick up something from his reading list. He walked around the isles, curiously peering at the various titles on the shelves, hoping to find something compelling enough to keep his interest. He picked up something that sounded like a mystery novel, and put it back as soon as he realised it was a self help book. He had been recommended enough of those by enough people, and he didn’t need those books being thrown at him from everywhere. Not anymore– well, that was a lie, but he wasn’t about to spiral in public. He was brought out of his reverie by a laugh. It was then that he noticed the girl standing in the next isle. He raised an eyebrow at her laughter, and couldn’t help his chuckle when he saw the reason for her laughter. Now that he looked at her, he remembered her name from the file he’d been given. Courtney, he hoped. “I’m impressed,” he said, walking closer to the girl, as he looked at the drawing. “That isn’t too bad, actually,”
rcsponsive:
his heart was beating a mile a minute in his chest, he could feel it in his throat. hunter still looked at him the same way— raphael is STRONGER, well he feels f e l t STRONGER, maybe more so physically than mentally, but knows nothing has changed. outwardly he had, at least that’s what he hoped. he was clean, one year sober. not any desire to touch the shit that had poisoned his mind and his will years ago. the chuckle and the way hunter seemed to continue to carry himself; maybe nothing really had been altered, except they were both just simply OLDER. ‘ y’got curious? ‘ desire to spit right there in the older mans face ignited, but he didn’t, he couldn’t. ‘ I was KIDNAPPED an’ drugged, hows that for an answer? ‘ raphael spat, better than actual spit– HATEFUL CONTEMPT.
he’ll get put over the other mans knee for that one, and honestly he really doesn’t care. if he could actually HATE any of his previous dominants like he always tells himself he does, that would be fabulous right about now. body had stood straight, had since deflated— how was he S T I L L this pathetic? ‘ yeah, ‘ this was a CARELESS idea, ( he should just turn on his heels and walk away, but something holds him, his vein still THROBS. ) but his calloused hands pick the bags back up and he sidesteps into hunter’s cabin. BATES shoes carry him two steps in to place them on a short cabinet. ‘ there. ‘
It was effortless; falling back into old habits. One glimpse of his past, and suddenly Hunter was falling back into old patterns. Saying things he hadn’t said in years, and behaving in ways he’d promised himself he wouldn’t. He hadn’t expected Raphael to react the way he did, though. There was a moment where he almost reached out for the younger man, pushed him up against the nearest wall, and reminded him who he was. Almost.
“It’s honest, I suspect,” he replied, almost noncommittally. He followed Raphael into his temporary home, and watched as the green eyed man placed his luggage on the rack. It had been a while since he’d wanted someone just after watching them move. Strippers had stopped doing it for him years ago, and one night stands never left him feeling satisfied.
Hunter wanted his doe again. He wanted him tied up, and stripped and squirming for a touch. There was probably heat in his eyes as he stepped closer to the ‘pet’, abandoning his bottle of beer on a nearby shelf. “And how have you really been?” A hand on the wall beside his head, keeping Raphael untouched.
kasperraja:
“Not at all. They just decided to bring me here. I guess they thought it was funny or something.” Kasper said as he glanced down at the floor. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen, but at least for now he could be out of his dorm room.
“Probably.” He said. “Don’t think there’s much entertainment down there.” The words were spoken drily. He watched the nervous boy and raised an eyebrow. “Now what?” He asked. “Shouldn’t you be getting back? Or is there something you want with me?”
bailcy:
As soon as a nod was given, both hands tightened their grip on the large suitcase, barely lifting it an inch off the ground but she still made her steps forward. “Why? I can handle it just fine,” her own words spoken with a bright smile as slow steps pulled her forward.
Hunter chuckled at her upbeat enthusiasm, and stepped aside. He did appreciate some positivity here and there, but there were times when positivity meant believing the impossible. This was a case of the latter. “If you’re sure,” he said with a chuckle.
rcsponsive:
raphael had practiced each and everything he’d say. he had all the words mapped out, every single one of them for each one that fucked with his head and his body. every. single. one. elizabeth, victor, conrad, todd, phil, HUNTER, tiffany, austin— his mind rattles them off. each one in his mind as bad as the other. the older man before him had always looked good, but he was BIGGER now, he changed and in most ways the younger man had as well; well his mind, his body still seemed to be a separate entity entirely.
‘ d-didn’t say that, ‘ he’s unsure of what to do. should he just turn around and try and walk away? but would that work? he’d have to face this sooner or later, he’d rather not do it while he was on hunter’s bad side. he could just spit in the mans face. both of those would be two very good options, but all his body can do is stand there and fucking tingle. he hates it, he hates every bit of it. ‘ I-I can see that — why? ‘
He was glad that Raphael had changed. If nothing else, because that way Hunter could feel less guilty about what he’d done. He chuckled. “No, you didn’t,” he agreed, watching him. He shrugged. “Heard about it, and I got curious,” he said, simply. “And how did you end up here?” He asked, patiently. There was an itch surfacing under Hunter’s skin. He wanted to know exactly how much his doe had changed.
He had never been one to deny himself his desires; one of the reasons he was unable to quit his filthy habits, so Hunter decided he’d find out. If not now, then at some point, but without a doubt, soon. He straightened up slightly, and made a move to reach for Raphael, but then thought better of it. Instead, he pulled the door open wider. “You should probably bring the bags in sometime, don’t you think?” he said, a small grin in place.
asher-marks:
it was getting late, the only reason asher knew that was because he caught sight of a clock on the wall - which seemed like so long ago. and at the time it read nine. the sun had since fell, and he had no idea where he was or what the hell was going on yet. his strategy of observing from afar wasn’t working as well as he liked, and he wandered too far. so he found himself knocking on someone’s door, hoping whoever answered would be kind enough to help him. “i-i’m lost.” he said, shifting from foot to foot, it sounded pathetic against his own ears.
There was a pitiful noise, and it was a few moments later that Hunter realised that the noise had come from the boy in front of him. “Lost?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “And you decided to knock on a random door for help, hmm?” He asked, half crossing his arms. “What do you want me to do about it? I don’t see how I’m going to help you.”
bailcy:
She’d woken up just hours ago, no need to ask questions or try to fight with guards, not when she knew the mansion like the back of her own hand. Bailey was always one to offer help which left little hesitation when she offered to take some new master’s bag to his cabin, finding any reason to grasp fresh air when she had the chance to be a good reason. A simple cabin number was given and she was already on her way, straight from the back door to the cabin with no confusion in her eyes.
The brunette was met with an unfamiliar face, but she still managed to offer a kind smile. “The front desk wanted me to bring over a suitcase,” she explained as both hands held tightly onto the small handle to lift it slightly.
He observed the girl for a moment, and then stepped aside, and nodded his head, meaning for her to enter. He then paused and eyed her critically. “Are you sure you won’t fall over?” He asked, “that is heavy, you know,” he said. “Don’t they have someone stronger for this kind of thing?”
