Mythical Men

[dungeonsndudes]

it had been easy-- far too easy-- to trick spider-man into falling into his trap. it barely cost adrian anything to get help fabricating a believe story about a massive heist, featuring countless works of art stolen to be sold and traded for stolen military grade weaponry-- something that would have piqued any heroes interest, not just spider-man's, if they really wanted to keep their neighborhoods safe. he thought his plan was going to cost him a decent amount but it turned out he wasn't the only one that wanted to get even with the spider; though his way of getting even might not been what other's had in mind. when the hero found his warehouse abandoned, adrian ambushed him and the two quickly fell into their usual song and dance; fighting and biting at each other with cutting remarks and commentary. eventually, taking longer than he would have liked to admit it did, the man finally had spider-man where he wanted him. with one arm pulled tight around the heroes neck, just beginning to threaten his air intake, this time he used his other hand to keep the heroes wrist trapped behind his back as adrian pinned the hero to the floor beneath him; his ample bulge resting heavy against the curve of the heroes behind. they had been tangled together like this before but this time adrian wasn't going to let him get away.

"easy now, spider-man," he taunted as spider-man wriggled beneath him, his voice low and rasped as he spoke against the side of his rival's mask; his lips brushing against the shape of the other's ears. "i don't plan to hurt you-- anymore at least. i did all this because i want to make you a deal," adrian offered, the tone of his voice making this almost sound genuine only for the man to betray himself as he cruelly laughed in the heroes ear; as he ground his hips down against him and tightened his arm around his throat a bit more. "i've seen the way you look at me, that damned mask of yours doesn't hide anything. you've been pulling your punches too, and letting me get my hands on you more and more. you like this," he taunted, his words hissed through clenched teeth as he began to harden in his jeans. "so i'll make you the offer you clearly want. i'll leave your neighborhoods alone, and even help you clean up and get rid of some of these other creeps, and all you have to do for me is be the good bitch i know you want to be and admit i'm right. come on," he growled as he ground against him again. "you've made it clear this is what you want, but now i need to hear you say it. be good and beg for my cock..."

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[mythicalmen]

Peter really needed a better way to spend his nights rather than chasing down every supposed crime, particularly ones in seemingly abandoned warehouses. Because in the end it turned out to be a trapped, a heavily orchestrated one that had Spidey on the back foot for once as Adrian made his move finally. Peter fought back, holding back somewhat since he wasn't exactly looking to knock a man's jaw off and yet his opponent seemed to fight and move with an intensity and hunger that even wasn't there last time...and yeah, Peter remembered last time.

He remembered the big arm around his throat, being pushed to the ground and hearing those words "I finally got you, you're all mine Spider-Man" in his ear. Those men he'd hired still lingering, wolfish grins and about to enjoy whatever show was about to be on...before Peter was able to throw the man off and web up his goons and leave before he could make another move. He'd been that close to being captured and this time, well this time Adrian seemed determined to win.

Which is how he found himself in a similar position, that big arm around his neck and pinned to the ground and his air somewhat cut off - though this time he felt his wrists being trapped down, a mistake from last time the criminal didn't seem willing to make again. He squirmed and struggled, trying to escape but the man just kept on top of him and seemed eager to make sure Spider-Man was finally and truly caught. What else had this guy planned, was this warehouse even abandoned or what the hell else did he have in store?

Peter's face was beat right under the mask, feeling that hot breath against his ear growling away, those hips rolling into him and that bicep against his throat - it was overstimulating, humiliating, a little panic enduring and shamefully thrilling. "Hngh, you might be even more crazy than I thought - you did all this and plan god knows what else and I'm the one harbouring some secret want?" He shot back, trying to deflect and squirm against the man keeping him in place. "How about instead I...throw you into a nearby wall, web you up and have the cops come arrest you? That sounds more like me" He managed to say, despite the shake in his voice or the racing of his heart or the way he was trying to hide his stiffening cock against the ground.

[dungeonsndudes]

Dominant starters (NSFW) 𝔐𝔈𝔐𝔈 𝔓ℜ𝔒𝔐𝔓𝔗

↳ “You’re so obedient when you’re aching for it, aren’t you?”

it was embarrassing the way he kept turning to ethan, completely ignoring the rest of his council's advice and only doing whatever the man told him too, all because he couldn't swallow his attraction to the man enough to put his duty as a leader-- as a king-- first. not even in the privacy of his personal chambers, in his castle library illuminated by the flicker of candlelight, augustine's crown sat atop a stack of books on the table next to him as he continued to remove layer after layer of clothing; removing all the frills and fancy of his royal garb until he was wearing nothing more than the plain linens of his underclothes. all because ethan told him too.

"you are the only one i have ached for like this," he mumbled, his eyes downcast in an attempt to hide how clouded with lust they were as he moved to stand before the fully clothed man as he reclined back in his seat at the back of the library; making it look more like a thrown of his own as augustine gave into his own desires and slowly lowered himself down onto his knees in front of the other man. "the only one i have wanted to be obedient for," he added on in a whisper. "please, ethan. i need it, i need you-- i fear i will not be able to function much longer if you keep leaving me aching like this," augustine finally lifted his head to look up at ethan as he leaned forward, his chest pressing against the man's knees as he brought his hands to loosely hold onto his thighs. "please, i will do whatever you want..."

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[mythicalmen]

Ethan watched calmly, quiet and leaning back in his chair with the upmost composure and drumming his fingers across the armrest. Almost as if what he was watching was so normal or pedestrian, like he wasn't watching the king himself disrobe before one of his finest scholars and advisors, like some common paid whore. So many would pay countless coin to see this, yet he remained rather stoic in his full attire. But when the man attempted to knees, Ethan's foot outstretched and pressed against his stomach to stop him.

"Do you think it's correct of you to look away from me? You claim to ache for me, that all you want is to obey...yet you won't look a me in the eye?" He questioned, brow raised and only when the man met his gaze would he remove his foot and let the king fall to his knees before him, fingers threading his hair and tangling loosely in those locks. Looking at his king who knelt before him like a devoted worshipper might his diety. Ethan knew he had the power to ruin this man even more, to be the shadow king and abuse the eager monarch's obedience to change this kingdom to his own wishes and desires. But...he did not, not really anyway. For what he wanted most was already in his grasp.

"You think I leave you aching do I pet?" He murmured, brushing his hand move and move through his hair but not going any further than that for the moment. "Then tell me about it, tell me what I do that makes you like this...confess to me your thoughts and dreams about me when you're all alone."

[pokebrcs]

raunchy action prompts ⓂⒺⓂⒺ

➫ [18.] sender grips receiver's jaw and forces them to maintain eye contact.

dropping onto his knees after his humiliating defeat, taylor gently pulled his sylveon into his lap and cradled his partner pokemon for a moment before returning it to it's ball. people always told him he had a tendency to bite off more than he could chew but he had faith in his fairy team-- they had a pretty decent track record of wins-- but this time that wasn't enough. looking up as the man that easily beat his team approached, the younger trainers eyes settled on the man's package; which is probbaly one of the reasons why he'd lost, he'd been so distracted by the man and focused on the man's bulge, his arms, his chest, his rugged handsome face-- he focused on everything but the actual match. "i-i can't believe we lost..." he mumbled as the man stopped directly in front of him. "you did a--"

before he could finish his sentence, his words broke into a soft gasp as he felt the man grip at his jaw; and it wasn't a gentle grip. with his head forced back, a dusting of a pink blush spread over his cheeks as he gave his plump lips an absentminded lick, as he was forced to look up at owen and maintain eye contact. "you did a good job, sir, b-but i don't-- i don't have much money to give you for beating me. i have maybe ten pokemon dollars on me at the moment. maybe there's something else i can give you as your consolation prize instead?"

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[mythicalmen]

Owen had enjoyed the little game between them, even if the match had already been set long before it had started. Not that the boy didn't show promise, but he was too eager to fight a man he barely knew or realise the danger he'd wondered into...after all, he seemed oblivious of challenging a crime boss to a battle. One who practically owned this part of town, it was almost adorable really. Not to mention the part where the young thing had been so obviously distracted, practically flustered by his presence. So much so that he'd decided to toy with him over it, bouncing his pecs and flexing his arms more than he needed to - like a wolf toying with its prey just for fun.

And now here he was, defeated and that nice jaw of his in Owen's grip, making him look up at him after he'd summoned away his Nidoking which had made short work of much of his team. "Is that so boy?" He rumbled, eyes squinting for a moment as if he was in thought before he brushed his thumb across the jaw. "A dangerous position to be in, what exactly do you have to offer...other than your pokemon?" He mused, head tilted. "After all, you should of known that could be a risk when choosing to take on a man such as myself" He mused, letting those words sink in for a moment.

"Or are you oblivious to the name Owen Matthews?"

[mythicalmen]

lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine. (lavellan/christopher, probably somewhere he shouldn't be touching his little elf)

Lavellan couldn't believe this was happening right now, because how was he supposed to keep composure or not feel the flush of shame or humiliation as he felt it. The feel of the large human man so close to him, that rough hand brushing across his robes and teasing him - like a a creature teasing his prey. Swallowing down the lump in his throat, trying not to make it so obvious what was happening because there were others around, people who could see this and then...

"You can't be..." He tried to say, voice cut off as he felt those fingers moving across his thighs, body feeling tight and face getting more and more flushed. Just a touch like this and he didn't feel like the Inquisitor, but the man's little elf all over again.

[mythicalmen]

From: Billy Strong || To: Steve Rogers [ { Smutty Gif Starter || B. F*cking ( 1 ) } ]

This really wasn't a position Steve Rogers would find himself in. The idea of Tony or anyone on the team or hell, anyone with a way to record anything catching him like this...should of been a mortifying idea and perhaps it still was. But it didn't stop the fact that this young, charming hunk with an easy smile had been the one to put Steve in this scenario to begin with.

If only he could see himself now, with the young man putting him in a position - resting his head on the ground. muscles flexed and legs in the air, mouth made to flick over his own cock as the young stud teased his balls. Face flushed, body trembling and heavy breath - he didn't even know what to say, he felt like if Billy said anything to tease him his face fully flush and dick twitch - like it make it real, that Captain America was doing something so slutty.

[selfsaving]

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION .

acts  that  could  be  aggressive   //   or  a  little  bit  sexy   //   or  both.                     send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it   !     can  send  non - sexually  as  well.

THREATENING

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

👕   //   slide  a  weapon  up  under  my  muse’s  shirt     (   can  specify   ) .

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

📌   //   pin  my  muse’s  wrists  above  their  head .

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse .

➰   //   tie  my  muse  to  a  chair .

⭕   //   restrain  my  muse  with  an  item  of  clothing     (   please  specify   ) .

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

📢   //   tell  my  muse   ‘  stop  squirming   !  ’ .

🔗   //   otherwise  restrain  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair .

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey .

✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them .

💦   //   cover  my  muse’s  mouth .

DARKER

💋   //   give  my  muse  a  kiss  that  draws  blood .

🗡️   //   cut  my  muse  with  a  knife     (   can  specify  where   ) .

💀   //   kidnap  my  muse .

😶   //   put  a  hand  over  my  muse’s  nose   &   mouth .

💥   //   tighten  something  around  my  muse’s  throat  that  restricts  their  blood - flow  /  oxygen  supply     (   please  specify   ) .

[your-lonely-witches]

"Lucky really that I'm such a good student then," Dante mused. It wasn't that the younger man didn't have confidence but years of working as a host in that club had tweaked his confidence a lot. Wooing men like Owen came a lot more naturally to him than Leo's type. The guys that wanted to come in and suck or be fucked by the boys were never the ones that seemingly wanted Dante.

"That's it - make some noise for us - don't worry about getting messy." he winked down, loving that the other spluttered over his cock like that. His hand smoothed down more around Leo's neck, holding it there as his thrusts came quicker and harder. The more Leo showed how good he was at taking him the more Dante felt the need to delve deeper.

"Fuck baby - just like that, there!" he groaned, angling a little as he continued to wildly buck up into the boy's mouth. "Fuck I'm not gonna last long like this," he laughed out breathlessly.

[mythicalmen]

Owen knew first hand that Dante had been more than a little uncertain of how to deal with Leo, almost a tad shy when it came to dealing with him or how to handle it. But Leo had managed to ship that lack of confidence away with his hunger for Dante, his shameless flirting and practically worshipping every part of his body until his eyes were crossed and Dante saw heaven himself. One thing that the Matthews men had in common, they were shameless in their appreciation, devotion and lust towards their new lover.

Owen continued to watch the display before him of the two younger man, watching his son's flushed face and stretched lips mixed with Dante's hard cock pushing in and out, hearing him be so confident and the moaning and whimpering of his usually cocky boy. "Mm, how do you want to finish with him, hm?" He rumbled in his chest, tugging his teeth against Dante's ear. "You want to fill his throat or that beautiful ass baby, hm? Go on - tell me exactly what you want, the more details the better."

[mythicalmen]

[your-lonely-witches]

Dante smiled at the kiss, breaking contact with Leo for a moment - god he didn’t know how he could be so jointly in love with the two men. He’d never wanted something so badly as this in his life.

“Gonna need a lot of practice then,” he groaned, his tone growing deeper. He was fully erect in the others mouth by this point. His cock kept throbbing inside Leo’s mouth. He licked his lips, “Come on, Leo, if you want me to marry you you’re gonna have to take all of my cock.” Dante teased it out, his other hand coming down now to cup the back of his head.

With both hands on Leo Dante had a better grasp and was soon using it, pulling Leo down onto his cock to the base before thrusting up against his mouth. He leaned his head back, groaning hard as he started to fuck up into the younger Matthew’s mouth.

“Fuck. Looks like your dad taught you well,”

[mythicalmen]

"That you are, so much to practice and not just this" Owen rumbled against his ear, loving watching Dante come alive and feel so free to indulge in this, but not only that but vocalise what he wanted and go for it as well, even it sometimes required just a little push from Owen. But he was confident soon he wouldn't need that, every day Dante became better and better at going for what he wanted and being part of a trio, rather than simply a guest.

Owen couldn't help but laugh at Dante's warning, grinning wider and squeezing his hip and giving his neck another kiss, still watching the show as he did so. "Mmm, he's right son. Don't do good enough job and I might steal him from you, make him your new daddy" He hummed, teasing both boys about that idea now.

Leo's moans became more muffled and spluttered, as both of Dante's hands found his head, pulled down on his cock and air cut off momentarily as his body squirmed to get used to the motion, his own dick hard against his thigh as he felt those hips roll up into his mouth, causing those eyes flutter so beautifully and face so flushed. Surrendering on feeling his throat being slowly fucked by Dante, made to look up at them both as he serviced and swallowed around that cock. Opening up his throat more, eager to do a good job and give Dante a reason to believe nobody could suck his cock quite like Leo Matthews.

[your-lonely-witches]

“Oh I’m not planning on going anywhere you two aren’t going.” He said softly, chest starting to rise and fall quicker as his arousal for Leo grew. He kept close to the older man - practically laying over his chest as he spread out on the couch with Leo at the end.

Dante flexed a pec with a chuckle as Leo groped at it. He loved that these days it wasn’t just his ass and throat getting all the love and attention. He felt like the two Matthew’s men really did love every inch of him. “It’s so fucking good. How the fuck do you last with it on you,” he laughed again.

He looked back down and with Owen’s words in his ear he grabbed a handful of Leo’s hair and tugged it making the other look up at him. “Come on - take all of me,” he told Leo as he jointly pulled on his hair and thrust his hips up into his mouth. “Look at us,” he told him thrusting up a little harder this time.

[mythicalmen]

Those word earned Dante a kiss on his neck, along with a gentle nip of the skin so a small mark would be there. He would normally drag the younger man's face to look at him so they could kiss, but he could see how much Dante was loving the sight of Leo right now and who was he to deny him that? After all, he had the gorgeous boy practically sprawled out on his chest so this was as good at it gets.

"Mm, practice - his incredible mouth and my endless stamina makes for a hell of a combination" He chuckled against his ear. "But don't you worry, you have all the time in the world to practice" He rumbled, loving the sight of Dante tugging his son's hair and talking to him like that - what a fucking pretty picture.

Leo couldn't deny the way his dick twitched at the feel of that hand in his hair, sinking onto that cock until his nose was brushing against Dante's pelvis. His dick twitching even more as he was told to look at them and he did, those pretty but dazed eyes of his gazing up at the two men as he swallowed and chocked on Dante's beautiful cock.

[your-lonely-witches]

“I mean I’m more a run around the house naked kinda guy, but I don’t mind a nice shirt and tie job, I think I scrub up pretty well.” He gave a shrug, “Not that I hate this stuff, but there’s a time and a place … not sure meeting you for the first time is that place.”

Finnley smiled softly, he was used to compliments in this job but rarely did they come across as genuine. “Can I ask what you were expecting as a gift for his uselessness? I can find another boy if that’s what you mean?”

He licked his lips, humming for a moment before shrugging again, “I mean get rid of him but that seems the more obvious option, there’s some good managers here, they’d run this place way better for you. I think your guy is too interested in indulging in us boys than running a decent place.”

[mythicalmen]

"I'm sure you do, just as you look good now...but hosts should be about the tease, the fantasy of it all. An outfit to show off what you have, but leave them imagining more...lure them in, like they're your prey" Owen mused, leaning back in the leather couch, eyes never leaving Finn's. "Well then, Finn was it? Why don't you tell me what you should be dressed like, wearing me for the first time" He said, head tilted and watching him for a reaction. Truth be told he was mostly asking this out of curiosity and enjoyment for the conversation, seeing how he'd react when put under the pressure.

"I expected results, for him to turn around his failures with managing this place and show me profit...not try and turn one of his host boys into my personal, gift wrapped present" He replied, perhaps a little bluntly to make it clear how much this failure was no joke. "So no, another boy won't be necessary, though I must say you're quite the tempting gift indeed. He did something right for once, picking you" He praised, moving his eyes up and down before looking at his face.

"He'll be fired regardless, that's not a punishment...just a reality of his actions. But he failed me twice and put on this facade with you, hence the need for punishment" He remarked, before raising a brow. "...Is that so? And tell me Finn, indulge in you boys how exactly?"

[your-lonely-witches]

Dante kept hold of Owen’s cock, giving it slow jerks whenever his mouth wasn’t on it. He loved a lazy day like this that turned sexual. Even a month ago he’d never have expected that his life would take this much of a turn that he could be taken care of practically for life now. And with two people that he actually liked, it was a huge separation from his life back at the club.

“Hm, I couldn’t possibly say, but it could involve your son’s cock on my lips next.” Dante felt Owen’s lips on his and soon melted into the kiss with him. He ran a hand over the man’s cheek, his tongue gently running against Owen’s. When the kiss broke he found himself eyeing Owen with pure lust.

He kept watching him until Leo’s tongue fell over his cock. His hips jerked up against the unexpected touch. “Fuck Leo,” he whined softly, eyes low and watching him now as his cock was enveloped by him. Already his cock was leaking pre into the others mouth. He found himself leaning in against Owen’s chest and moaning for Leo. “Fuck his mouth is the best!”

[mythicalmen]

Owen just let the kiss deepen but didn't rush it, they had all the time in the world after all. His large hand cupping Dante's jawline, brushing his thumb against it and humming into the kiss. "So perfect for us aren't you? Never letting you go" He chuckled as the kiss parted, noses still brushing together and the moment between them felt not just sexual but deeply intimate. Owen would kill for this man, would crush anyone who laid a finger on him without permission. That a power very few could claim they held over Owen, Leo being the only other one.

Leo's hum and smirk could be felt as he continued to suck on Dante's beautiful cock, hands shamelessly travelling up his toned body and squeezing Dante's pecs, all the while getting more of that cock down his throat and teasing his lover like only he could. "Mm, he really does - the perfect mouth..." Owen rumbled, taking Dante's free hand and guiding it to Leo's hair. "Go on baby, grab my boy's hair and roll your hips up...make him worship that cock" He instructed, lips brushing against his ear. "Keep talking, you know we love when you get vocal."

[your-lonely-witches]

“Oh god no,” he smiled, “Only when someone special is in or if a regular goes and requests it. They know what they like, you know.” He saw the sign and began to move forward, giving the bouncers and awkward smile as he went, wondering they were planning on staying for this. He was no prude but sometimes things in the VIP areas got intense and he couldn’t imagine all bouncers wanted to see it all.

“I see,” Finn nodded, breathing in slowly. “I’ll take it as a compliment then that the boss thinks I’m a good enough gift for you.” His cheeks turned a light hue of pink when the other asked about his boss. He could sense this being an elaborate prank by the boss to get some information about what others might be saying about him.

“I mean, I know he’s told all the barmen who work at the non VIP bars to water the drinks down … so I hope you didn’t get that from the main bar,” he nodded to the man’s drink, “otherwise it’s probably just Coca Cola or some off brand shit.”

[mythicalmen]

"Is that so? Well I didn't request the outfit...nor does it seem you wanted to wear it, so it seems your so called boss has failed once again" He mused, giving Finn a little more context as to just how much the manager of this place had been a thorn in Owen's side. He rarely gave second chances and those who squandered it never got a third. "Well tell me then, Finely - what outfit do you enjoy wearing most of all, hm? Rather than this get up, would you prefer to go change in your regular clothing?" Owen asked, his reasoning for the question was something he kept to himself...for now.

"Mm, you being gift worthy is hardly up for debate - look at you" He rumbled, eyes slowly drifting up and down him for a moment before meeting his gaze. "But this was not what I had in mind for him making up for his failures, which means he's failed me once again" He said, setting the drink down and leaning forward - eyes locked on him.

"No need to fret, I only drink from my personal collection...but sounds like he's been cheating my customers and endangering my business, which means...he needs to be dealt with" He mused, a slow smirk on his lips growing. "So tell me Finn, how would you...punish him?"

[your-lonely-witches]

It had taken Dante a little while to get used to this living situation. He’d come expecting a one and done hook-up, maybe the odd extra thing if he’d seen Owen at the club again but here he was months on living with the two. He knew he wanted this to keep going, wanted the Matthew’s name to be his but there had been a little back on forth which one he’d marry. To Dante, it didn’t matter, either way they’d all be having each other so to him it was just a bit of paper to sign to get the name.

He smiled at hearing the familiar sound of pleasure coming from Owen. He kissed the man’s cock lazily, grinning and working slowly on tugging Owen’s trousers off so he’d be more comfortable.

Dante found himself shifting a little, spreading his legs to give Leo more room to play with his growing cock. Dante was still new to having all that much attention to his own cock. Years of working at the club and working to satisfy the other’s desires had left him needing. He looked over his shoulder at Leo, licking his lips, “I mean I would but I don’t think your dad’s gonna be too happy if I jump off his dick this quick.” Dante continued to stroke Owen’s cock slowly.

[mythicalmen]

Owen's fingers found Dante's hair, gently scratching at his scalp in silent encouragement as he moved at the older man's thick cock, eyes half lidded and just enjoying the pleasure of that skilled mouth and the beautiful sight of the younger man sprawled out like this. A slight smug possessiveness filling him, knowing that nobody else would get to see him like this...well, unless they decided to put on a show for them or invited someone to this dynamic.

"Mmm, I suppose it would depend on what your idea was in its place" Owen retorted with a chuckle at Dante's teasing remark about jumping off his cock, cupping his jawline as he stroked his cock to lean in and kiss those lips slowly, deeply - taking all the time he knew he had before dragging his lips away, smirking at Dante.

"You would, hm? Seems like I just have to persuade you...or at the very least, make things difficult for you" Leo added, mischievous grin growing as he let his breath continue to tickle Dante's cock. He knew he was still getting used to his pleasure being a priority, luckily for him Leo was rather talented with that mouth of his. Sliding his tongue across the underside of his cock, eyes still on him with that smug, brattish look. Kissing the head, flicking his tongue against it before opening that pretty mouth and sinking down onto that cock. It take some time, but he wouldn't be satisfied until every inch was down his throat.

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for @your-lonely-witches continued from here

Owen still remembered the day Dante came home with him, the young man so convinced it be a one and done night and that a man like Owen wouldn't want him long term. Now here they were, months upon months later and the young man practically lived here with him and Leo full time. Just as he should be, though as far as the crime boss was concerned it wouldn't be ideal until Dante had the protection and commitment of having the Matthews last name, whether it be as Leo's step father or Owen's son in law.

A low rumble of pleasure passed his lips as he fed the eager young man in his cock, just lazily taking in the sight of his two boys like this, a perfect day as far as he was concerned. "Mmm, he's got you there son" He chuckled at Dante's words.

"Well if either of you are that adamant about it, you can take the clothes off me" Leo challenged, as he always did with that spark of mischief in his eyes and a coy smile. His hands tracing Dante's strong, impressive thighs as his talented hand continued to stroke his cock, leaning in to teasingly run his tongue across those tight stomach muscles and kiss across his thighs, breath ghosting the cock he was stroking. "But I think there are other things you two would rather I focus on."

[your-lonely-witches]

Finn wouldn’t usually be in this little clothing usually unless he was off with a regular or in the private rooms. He’d been told by his boss to ‘dress up’ for this meeting and he knew what that really meant. “I’m one of the hosts, sir.” He hummed, arms behind his back a little awkwardly now. He assumed the other would know what he meant by being one of the hosts.

His eyebrows furrowed, finding it odd that the other called his boss that way. He only half listened to the others words after that, wondering who the hell this guy was … was he trying to say he was his boss too? Finn licked his lips to buy himself more time before shaking his head and replying, “Surprise me that he picked me to come be your host? No, surprise me that he’s messing this place up? Also no.” He smirks now. “I’m sorry he’s messing your place up though, sir.”

[mythicalmen]

"I see...and are all hosts made to leave this little to the imagination or are you just that special, hm?" Owen questioned, unable to help the deep chuckle that erupted from his chest at the rather amusing display before him. Not that he wasn't enjoying the show but still, he was typically a man who enjoyed the tease and the idea of removing clothing than having it done for him. He beckoned the other with a single hand to move a little closer, his other large hand gripping the glass and gently swirling the dark liquid within it.

"Hm, I'm not sure host it the right word there boy. I own this whole place which means he'd do just about anything to avoid my wrath, which means you've been offered more as a...gift I suppose" He remarked, watching for his reaction before his grin turning a little wolfish as Finn seemed fine pointing out the man's flaws. "Is that so? Sounds like you have some stories to tell, by all means - tell me all about it" He said, before taking another swig.

[your-lonely-witches]

Finnley was used to being paraded around the place by his boss in various degrees of clothing, or none. He'd started as a barman here but quickly ended as a exclusive host - pushed in front of those his boss wanted to please which often found himself in the private rooms.

This though, his felt a little different. He'd never been brought up by anyone else nor had he had bouncers give him the once over before being let in anywhere here. He wondered if he was meant to be more than just a nightly gift for the man.

He fixed his hair as he came into the room - nothing but a light blue jockstrap covering himself - the bouncers getting a nice eyeful of his ass as he moved further into the room.

"Finnley, sir - but you can call me Finn. Was told I was expected but ... not sure if that's all that true now."

[mythicalmen]

Owen couldn't help but raise a brow as he took in the sight of the young man before him, wearing nothing but a blue jockstap leaving nothing to the imagination. On one hand it was quite the sight indeed, giving the older man a view of all that he had to offer - on the other it was rather comical that he was walking about this club wearing just that. "Tell me boy, what exactly is your job in this place if that's what you're walking around in" He nodded to the jockstrap, taking a slow swig of his drink and seemingly in no rush, giving him a chance to explain.

"...I was expecting something, not necessarily you specifically" He mused, taking another swig. "See your immediate boss has been dropping the ball again and again with this place and as this club's owner..." He trailed off, giving Finnley a chance to realise just who he was talking to. "He was supposed to find a way to make it right or else...and it seems you're what he's chosen" He mused, swirling the drink and letting the young man realise he was practically a gift. "Does that surprise you, hm?"