the darkest horse

kieran callaghan, gabriel, 23. i'm not particularly interesting, and even if i was i wouldn't share it with you. i breathe, i fuck, i sometimes bleed and if you're lucky i might even be civil.

[haydenmai]

Since when does crude stop you?  And please, if anything, it’s only Krispie Kreme after an appointment.  Like your ass.  [As Kieren looks himself up and down, Hayden simply rolls her eyes.]  Attached ain’t bad for business, broski.  And no one said anything about caring.  It would be nice to see you skinned alive by Madam some days.

[kl-callaghan-blog]

It's more like a cream filled croissant, [he says with a tilt of his head,] but that's none of your business really. I know what I'm getting you for Christmas; a live sized supply of douches. Your snatch is going to permanently smell like salad dressing.

[He gives a wry, self-satisfied smirk;] don't I know it, Smurfette, but it's still amusing. It'd be better if he wasn't a timid little sub, but I can deal with that.

[alonelylittlelionman-deactivate]

Not what I was going to say… But that’s a close second. I was going to say a root canal.

[kl-callaghan-blog]

I'm not sure exactly what's refreshing about a root canal, but I'm going to take your word for it. [He tilts his head slightly, looks the strange man up and down with a careless flick of his eyes;] not happy to be back, I take it?

[li-holman-blog]

Bittersweet Reunion || Liam & Kieran

To say Liam was sulking would be something of an understatement. As he sat in his bed, blankets pulled around him, staring at his phone with a scowl on his face — well, it was obvious that he was still thinking of the escort who he had hired. Kieran was more than a little difficult, and their recent encounter had just reminded him. In a way, the other was what he had wanted — someone who didn’t care about his money or fame, who just wanted to fuck him because he was hot. He’d proven himself right that having sex with someone more than once was only asking for trouble though. There was no denying that he was drawn to the escort like a moth to a flame, and that the other probably didn’t feel the same as he did. Though, he’d never find out if the escort did anyways. Liam wasn’t sure Kieran would recognize emotions like love and what not if they smacked him over the head and shoved a sign in his face.

Not like Liam could do anything about it, and he’d said he wasn’t there for something as silly as relationships anyways. The escort wasn’t completely Dominant anyways, and the musician was certain there was no way he’d be able to satisfy the other for long (even if he wanted to). Being dominated was one of the few times Liam felt he could be free and not think, after all.

When he heard the knock on the door, there was a moment where he questioned whether or not he should really answer it. Maybe it was stupid to rush to the escort like he had. Taz was always an option, and probably less difficult too. Unfortunately, the Master couldn’t really deny Kieran, and he’d already paid so much. Or at least he’d use that as an excuse, though money was no object. Taking a deep breath, he finally got up, wearing only pajama pants, and shuffled to the door. Upon opening it, he eyed the escort warily before moving aside to let him in without so much as a word.

[kl-callaghan-blog]

He wandered his way through the party, feeling the eyes on him, feeling the men and women (who didn't know his sexual preference yet) sizing him up and trying to imagine him in all sorts of sexual situations. He didn't mind, he liked it actually, he liked the way they looked at him when they offered him a drink and dragged a finger over his naked hipbones; pressing dark kisses to his throat, propositioning him as it were. He loved the heat of their skin against his, the roughness of the fabric brushing over his nude flesh. It was wildly arousing, but no matter how much they offered him, how much they wanted to pin him down and press him face-down into the floorboards, fuck him so he could barely walk, press so deep he wanted to cough, no matter how much he wanted to give in, he already had a booking and Madam V would beat his ass six ways from Sunday if he fucked someone else.

As the party wound down and the clock ticked closer to midnight, Kieran felt more and more like Cinderella. Feeling entirely debauched as he watched people devouring each other in the specialty rooms, Kieran wanted nothing more than to curl his hand around himself and just get himself off. But he couldn't, and that drove him insane. As 11:30pm ticked by, he reluctantly pulled himself away from his current suitor, giving his details for a booking after his current one had expired. Naked as the day he was born, but with a semi-erect cock swinging between his legs and a bowtie around his neck, he was escorted from the party to the elevators by security (not many people outside of the small commune of men and women who lived inside the building understood their interactions) and headed up to Liam's flat.

Bambi was the kind of guy who, clearly, wanted him to change. He wasn't going to, sure he could be affectionate and he could hold and he could kiss and he could nurture, but that didn't mean his nature was going to be swayed by a pair of doe eyes and pretty ass. Sure, he liked Liam, he fed off the fact that the young man needed him, and needed to be coddled, and he liked the fact that he was so jostled by him, but it was still work and he knew that. Despite the perks that it came with. When the door swung open, Liam looked like a child that had been sulking in the corner, and it was adorable. The door closed behind him, he locked it and noted that a bag of his clothes had been sent over. "What can I do for you Bambi, I'm yours for the next few days, and you're mine. So this is all up to you."

[antonymorrison]

[Oh, so this guy was an escort? Antony feels a bit stupid for not realizing right away, considering the skimpy nature of the man’s outfit, but— He’s quickly distracted from his thoughts by the other’s question.] Yeah, I left a little while before the closing. Had to take care of some family things.

[kl-callaghan-blog]

Shame, things got quite lively around here prior to the closing. [He gives a slight grin, and looks at the taller master (because that is obvious as to what he is) and cocks his head.] What brought you back?

[alonelylittlelionman-deactivate]

You know what else is disturbingly refreshing?

[kl-callaghan-blog]

An enema?

[alphaurges-deactivated20140830]

[kl-callaghan-blog]

Please, sir.

[lili-bowen]

Money. [She said it simply, shrugging and ignoring the urge to tell Gabriel to mind his own damn business. She didn’t need to give him reasons to be suspicious.]

[kl-callaghan-blog]

You and me both, Renegade, [he responded easily enough,] and if you excuse me, I see someone who might be willing to offer up exactly that.

[li-holman-blog]

[He gave Kieran something of a nasty look in response. Possessive? Maybe. But he wasn’t fond of the other having had sex prior to being with him anyways. There was nothing pleasant about someone else’s cologne on him.] I’ll be waiting. [With those words, he quickly turned around and walked off in something of a huff.]

[kl-callaghan-blog]

I'll be along shortly, [he replied] or, later on. Before midnight, as the booking states. I'll catch you later on, Bambi. [Impulsively, he pulled at Liam's wrist, yanking him back and out of sight, mostly, Kieran had never liked people seeing him being remotely personable with clients; or anyone.] You may have fucked countless people on your tour, or they may have fucked you -- whatever. But I'm yours, just yours, for the next three days. And you're mine, and I will be up soon; to hold you, kiss you, fuck you until you're seeing stars. Whatever you want. [He kissed him lightly, a hand holding his chin upwards,] go. I'll have some of my stuff sent over.

[li-holman-blog]

Not interested. And I know you can be persuaded to, otherwise, we wouldn’t have gone very far. [Crossing his arms over his chest, and putting some distance between himself and the mostly naked man, he let out a soft sigh.] Just…try to avoid sticking your dick into anything before me.

[kl-callaghan-blog]

We'll see. [He responded airily, watching the way that Liam backed off him.] Possessive, aren't we, but I'll do my best. I'll be up in a little bit, unless you want to watch and watch men slobber over me.

[li-holman-blog]

[He rolled his eyes back in response. The other is still emotionally constipated.] Wasn’t what I meant, but whatever, Mr. Emotionally Constipated. I don’t stick my dick into anything.

[kl-callaghan-blog]

Nice insult Hannah Montana, [he responded,] and you should try it sometime. I don't usually, but I can be persuaded to.

[li-holman-blog]

[A scowl comes onto his face as Kieran brings it up. He nearly forgot how great Kieran was at pushing button and making him uncomfortable. Either way, he didn’t want to explain that the other was a very special exception — different from the others he’d had sex with. Hell. He’d had sex with the other more than once. Blasphemy.] I don’t want to talk about that.

[kl-callaghan-blog]

Try not to look like you've sucked on a sour-patch, Liam, [he responds with a roll of his eyes,] it doesn't matter to me who sticks their dick in that pretty arse of yours, nor who you stick yours into.

[li-holman-blog]

I’ve had a lot of parties on tour though. I, uh, just came to see if you and a few other escorts were here. Now that I know, it’s time to relax, right? I can go wait for you in my room if you rather mingle.

[kl-callaghan-blog]

I'm sure you got laid a lot too, but yet here you are, asking for me again. [He cups Liam's chin, giving him a quirked eyebrow,] I'd like to mingle. I'll be up in a little while, if you want to leave.

[cade-gallant]

[Ain’t no party like a Madame Vettra party- he’d missed the classiness of establishment, the tasteful indulgence that left him stimulated instead of disgusted. That balance had been surprisingly hard to find in New York. The glass whiskey in his hand was emptying steadily, but the alcohol didn’t stop the soft prickle of hair at the back of his neck from someone’s attention on him, normal smirk naturally finding its way to his lips.] Can I help you?

[kl-callaghan-blog]

[He's more or less intrusively staring at the general public, and feels somewhat more free now that his clothes have been sent away. He straightens his bowtie, which is the only measure of clothing that he's wearing at the moment.] Not particularly, though I could do with a name. I don't know your face, and I know many of the residents here.

[li-holman-blog]

[There it is again. Discomfort. He keeps his eyes focused on the other’s face to the best of his ability. It’s a lot to take in for their first few moments of being reunited and he doesn’t really feel overly sexual. Probably because of the amount of sex he’d had on tour.] It’s nice. Are you ready to go?

[kl-callaghan-blog]

Come now, [he said with a cocked eyebrow,] what's eating you? Seems like you're not too keen on being here. It's a party, Bambi. And I'm pretty sure that your booking doesn't start until the night ends. You should be enjoying yourself. Go have a look in the specialty rooms, have a play.

[lili-bowen]

[Lili’s eyebrows skyrocketed. The hell kind of a transition…? Still, she kept her tone even, her expression impassive.] I left a little before the refurbishment, actually. So… no.

[kl-callaghan-blog]

Why'd you come back then?

[haydenmai]

Thanks Hannibal.  [Hayden rolls her eyes at the up and down look, knowing just how little a naked woman would do for him.  Of course Kieren would go against the dress code.]  Assorted creams?  It’s not a fucking box of donuts, you shit.  You’d better hope Madam doesn’t catch you.  Though it would be nice to see your hide outside her door as a trophy.

[kl-callaghan-blog]

I feel like calling your snatch Krispe Kreme would be really crude, so I'm trying to be a considerate guy. [He looks himself up and down, and gives a light shrug,] I've already been told. Liam Holman booked me, the darling attached little thing, and I'm about to send my clothes back up to my room. I'm grateful that you care so much.

[li-holman-blog]

[It’s clear Liam doesn’t know what to say in response, simply bites his lip and turns away. As his phone flashes, meaning the Madam had replied, he reads it before finally looking back at the taller male.] Tonight. She also says you’re breaching dress code, but we can go back to my room if you want.

[kl-callaghan-blog]

Alright, [he agrees readily, a shrug in his shoulder and then his smirk widens as Liam relays the Madam's warning. He should have anticipated this;] very true. [He slips his blazer off, and loops it over his arm, then is the way with his pants -- - and if fucking Hayden can strip down and parade her pussy around the place, he can sure meet her standards, and when his slacks are folded over his arm, he holds them out to one of the staff members to take up to his room. He's pretty unashamed of his nudity; cock hanging strong between barely haired thighs and he looks up down at his, now, Master.] I'm more than happy with being naked, Liam. Do you like my bowtie?