* 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘.

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CELIO 📱 OPEN

celio: so u agree that the best christmas song is last christmas by wham right ???

celio: i just got into a surprisingly heated argument about it when i was getting my coffee

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𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪: celio.

dite: and miss ur first runway show???

dite: i'd rather just marry the guy

dite: but please please please come pick me up

dite: i'll pay u back in wine

celio: i'll get u permission for a plus one

celio: im omw

celio: make sure it's white 😉

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HAYDEN

     the fact that he couldn’t think of a suitable christmas gift for his own children was a testament to how far he has been neglecting them recently. “are cheques considered an acceptable gift for kids?” he asked no one in particular.

“ i mean, i’m pretty sure kids aren’t too picky about what santa brings. toys are always gonna be more exciting than a piece of paper. ” he shrugs. “ though i have no idea what standards kids of this generation have. ”

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hcrrison‌:

he feels overwhelmed in the pleasure he feels, and part of him doesn’t want it to stop. the way that monty so eagerly swallows him down makes him feel more loved than he has in WEEKS. he’s not far from his climax now though; and he catches himself practically clawing at monty’s hair and cheeks and jaw as her chases his high. throaty moans escape his lips without shame, curse words slipping from his tongue in hushed tones as he finally releases. he wants to watch monty finish him off, but instead his head is tossed back and his eyes practically roll. he’s left a panting mess; cheeks flushed and eyes almost fuzzy with lust. “ c’mere.. ” he mumbles despite himself. as much as he could probably lie back and sleep now, he wants monty. needs to give him the same sweet release as he’s just experienced.  

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MARLEY

    “what exactly do you think i do? hound taken men until they’re not so taken and then make like a siren and lure them into my trap? that’s not my style. the truth of the matter is, i don’t go after men. they come after me. you can go ahead and keep blaming me because i get that it’s easier to think me some kind of vixen but they’re the ones doing the asking. i just say yes.” he shouldn’t even really be indulging the conversation to this extent. it’s clear that they aren’t just talking about ‘some man’ – there’s one in particular they have in common and they should really just say it. but it’s easier to talk without the specifics and, truthfully, marley doesn’t want to acknowledge monty out loud. for as confidently as he’s making his claims, there have been moments, no matter how brief, where marley has pathetically wondered if there was a reason monty kept coming back to him. a reason that went above and beyond aesthetic appeal and a good lay. “yeah, well,” marley huffs, crossing his feet at the ankle and looking away from celio, “i don’t think that’ll be a problem for me. i’d probably give up after the first or second time he left me.”

his first instinct is to nod at the question, but he refrains. it hurts to think HIS boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, would actively seek out marley. he doesn’t want to believe it; because that would mean he really WANTED him - it wasn’t just a passing, casual fling. he just blinks at marley slowly, finally feeling the dull throb of the amount of alcohol he’s drank going to his head. the first or second time he left me feels like a dig. it’s all too specific and celio wonders how much marley actually knows about him and monty - whether he’s some kind of joke between the pair of them. he’s so tired of being hurt - he wants to get his own back - but he decides against it. not tonight. he settles for a weak shoulder shove as he turns back to the bar “ fuck this. ” he repeats.

[ofcelio-blog]

sorry for not being v active today :’( this weekend is gonna be a busY one for me with travelling home n getting #wasted tomorrow night .. FFFMFM love u all

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hcrrison‌:

he doesn’t respond to monty’s questions, though internally he’s thinking YES. not because he wants to hurt him, per say, but because he wants to leave his mark on him. he wants to fuck his throat raw so that there’s no way he’ll even dare trying to take someone else’s cock in it. it’s almost twisted, but he doesn’t care about that right now. he feels restrained by monty’s palms pressing against his hip bones; but as always he does as he’s instructed ( at least for NOW ).  he looks utterly gorgeous like this, cheeks flushed with lust and eyes fluttered shut in concentration - and celio falls in love with him all over again. he’s not sure how long he’s going to last, if he’s realistic - monty’s always been skilled with his mouth and celio can barely contain himself. in an uncharacteristic act of dominance he pushes monty’s head to take his cock a little deeper - carefully, but with purpose. “ so fucking good... ” he practically growls, feeling embarrassingly close to his limit as he strokes the pad of him thumb across his cheek and down to the corner of his lips.

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MARLEY

    “i thought shaming someone for having a lot of really good sex died back in the nineties. come on.” marley shakes his head disapprovingly. he’s fully ready to just ignore this unwanted presence on his night out but celio just keeps talking, grating on his already fraying nerves. “ could you maybe not? your basing your entire opinion of me off of someone else’s actions. until you’ve dated me, i don’t think you have any right to comment on my ability to be a faithful boyfriend.”

“ it’s nothing to do with having an active sex life. ” he counteracts. he has a feeling marley's just trying to shift the blame, make HIM feel bad - though he’s also pretty sure he doesn’t give a single fuck. “ it’s going after men you know you shouldn’t have. ” he doesn’t care if monty’s single or not. a part of him will always belong to the other, and deep down he knows the feeling is mutual. he doesn’t need obstacles to their happy ending like MARLEY.  “ i’m merely wishing you luck, what’s so bad about that ? ” he shrugs with feigned innocence. the smirk he’s kept up for so long is beginning to falter though; he’s not sure how much longer he can keep this confrontation going. “ i just hope you never have to experience the SHIT i have to deal with. ” he means what he says. being SO IN LOVE with somebody leaves you vulnerable; and celio’s not sure how much longer he can be knocked down before he breaks completely. 

[ofcelio-blog]

APRODITE

          “NOW THAT’S a solution i can get behind.” she cards a hand through her hair, a the corner of her lips pulling upwards in a slight smile. her problems may be menial, sure, but she can always rest assured that he knows exactly what she needs to hear. it’s a fleeting thought, though - the minute he speaks her brows knit together in worry. sensing that perhaps it isn’t the time to pry (she’ll get to it eventually, she figures, when they’re not in public), she focuses instead on his next statement. “—- no way !!” there’s genuine excitement in her voice, and she has to make an effort not to shriek, hands clasping together in anticipation. “when? for who? and yes please, i wouldn’t want to miss this - not for the world”

“ what new colour are we thinking ? i think you’d suit red. ” he smiles. everyone suits red, after all; red and black are his own go-tos, though red feels a little more FESTIVE. her excitement only justifies his own and he catches himself beaming like a proud child, “ it’s some kinda winter line, the show’s on the 21st ” he feels relieve swell inside at the assurance that she’ll come; he’s more nervous than he’s allowing himself to let on. “ it’ll be nice to have a familiar face in the crowd. ”

[ofcelio-blog]

hey guys ! its christmas present swapping day w my bf today before i go home for the holidays sO i won’t be around until later tonight mwah 

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hcrrison‌:

his underwear finally being tugged down draws a soft sigh of relief from his lips, the anticipation of MORE driving celio a little bit crazy. the first gentle lick is tantalising. monty knows exactly what to do to please him; they know each other’s bodies so well by now it’s like second nature. he untangles a hand from his lover’s curls, his fingers trailing to cup his cheek instead - an intimate gesture he can’t resist. he looks so good right now, celio’s sure he’s aware of it too. the way he looks at him is so deliciously sensual that he doesn’t want to dare look away, it’s an image he wants to play in his mind on a permanent loop. as he begins to bob his head, though, celio can’t help himself - head tilting back as he lets out a raspy groan. heavy lids flutter shut as he just indulges in the feeling of monty’s warm mouth. “ fuck, baby. ” he resists the urge to buck his hips, to drive his cock further down his throat, but it’s so HARD. 

[ofcelio-blog]

𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪: celio.

dite: nothing i swear

dite: just made the mistake of talking to some guy who was alone @ claridge's

dite: and now he's sort of proposing to me ?????????????? help

dite: i know i tend to rush into relationships n that

dite: but this is an extreme

dite: even for me

celio: trust u to have a man falling at ur feet within MINUTES

celio: can't relate

celio: but seriously.. that's weird as fuck

celio: run

celio: change your name

celio: move countries

[ofcelio-blog]

𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪: celio.

dite: say i've gotten myself into a bit of a situation

dite: how fast can i count on you to be here to get me out of it

dite: thanks in advance 💓💓💓💓💓💓

celio: what did u do now.. 👀

[ofcelio-blog]

MONTY

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the utter desperation he feels for any form of touch could be deemed embarrassing, but it never is with monty. he knows he’s just as eager to please him. the soft, open-mouthed kisses to his cock are driving him insane - his entire body fuzzy with neediness. “ that’s what you do to me. you see how bad i want you ? ”  long lashes feel heavy now, his cheeks flushed with lust, and he’s tempted to just pull his own underwear down but there’s something so much more appealing in watching the other take his sweet time. his late night thoughts have been invaded with sordid images like this for far too long. it almost feels like another dream; though the intense ache he feels for the other tells him different. as much as he wants monty’s lips around him, he also wants to savour this moment for as long as possible. shaky fingers tighten their grip of his hair ever so slightly, “ i need it. please. ” he breathes. “ can’t tell you how much i’ve been thinking about how good you look with your mouth around me. ”

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MONTY

even though he’s the only one who can hear it, it still feels as though celio is telling the world that he loves him. and, for now, that’s good enough. he smiles into the kiss, tucks the memory of it away with the others, and tangles his hand in his hair. there’s truly nothing about celio that he would change, he’s perfect. and that’s fucking terrifying. wrapping an arm around him tightly, monty places his free hand against his neck and flips them so the other is laying against the sofa with him hovering above. leaning back on his knees, he grips the bottom of celio’s shirt and nearly rips it off as he tugs it over his head. his eyes immediately start roaming his now exposed torso like he’s looking for some kind of indicator, some sign, of the person that touched him. but, of course, he doesn’t find anything. how long ago was it? the questions start piling into his head one by one, but monty attempts to kiss them away with a trail from celio’s neck down his chest. 

his eyes flicker up to meet monty’s as their positions switch, and he has to admit he loves having the other hover over him like this. he’s always liked monty being in control, hence celio’s tendency to fall at his feet. his shirt discarded, he relaxes back and lets himself bask in the teasing kisses to his chest. lips moan monty’s name, soft and needy, as his fingers tangle in his hair, helping guide him down. it’s been too long since they’ve been together like this; celio can’t help the ease at which he feels himself heating up. all he can do it watch him through hooded eyes, fingers delicately stroking him in encouragement. 

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MONTY

he hates himself for it, but as soon as celio presses his lips against monty’s, all he can think about is him doing this with someone else. and, it’s not possible, but he swears he can taste the hint of whatever man had him for a night. he wonders if celio sat in this stranger’s lap, if he kissed him gently, or if he said his name in the way that always makes monty melt. he knows that people always say that just because you’re with someone that doesn’t mean they belong to you. but from the moment he laid eyes on the other, there was only one word that popped into his head: mine. so he presses their lips together harder, deepening the kiss like he can replace the phantom taste of another with himself. “say it again.” he breathes, needing to hear those three words to know he isn’t imagining any of this. he tilts his head, their noses brushing against one another and heart beating wildly in his chest, as he flicks his tongue against celio’s bottom lip in a silent plead for entrance. he wants to kiss away the made up bitter taste in his head, the remainders of a night spent with someone else.

his breath catches in his throat a little as monty deepens the kiss, and when he pulls away he swears he almost struggles to breathe. “ i love you. ” he repeats like a mantra, his tone still hushed as his nails drag lightly down the skin of the back of his neck, his other hand still cradling his jaw. the pad of his thumb idly traces gentle patterns against his cheek, “ i love you, i love you. ” brown eyes darken further with utter adoration ( or need ) and he has to take a moment to calm down, his forehead resting against monty’s as he lets out a soft, shaky laugh. every time they rekindle it feels like they’re doing things for the very first time; the eagerness and intimacy as prevalent as ever. he’s reconnecting their lips again within seconds, this time with newfound fervour. 

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MONTY

“it’s already a nice view.” he assures him before rolling his eyes playfully. “yeah, yeah … don’t tell anybody. that’s just between me and you.” he says, narrowing his eyes at celio. but he feels too warm inside to even maintain a false sense of seriousness. he wishes he could just be stuck in this moment forever, but without the knowledge that someone else has touched the person he loves. “i know. i’ve missed you too.” he returns, voice quiet. “c’mere.” he tugs on their intertwined hands after a beat passes and reaches over to maneuver celio onto his lap. he wraps his arms around him and rests his chin on his shoulder, just breathing him in and reveling in the way his body weight feels resting on top of his own. there’s no one in the world that cares for monty the way this boy right here does and he doesn’t think there ever will be. “i love you.” he whispers, turning his head to give him a light kiss below his ear. “and i swear i’ll make this up to you. i don’t wanna be the reason that you’re hurt anymore.” he says, rubbing his hands over his back.

“ me and you. ” he repeats with a small smile. that’s how things are supposed to be - the two of them. he happily complies with monty’s wishes, guiding himself onto his lap. he’s missed this. there’s such ease and familiarity between every touch they share; he just knows this is where he belongs. his fingers caress the nape of monty’s neck, his touch as light as ever. his whispered promises are something he’s heard before, sure, but just like every other time he believes them - maybe this time even more than the last. something in him knows this will be different. he can feel his heart swelling in his chest and this time he doesn’t even bother trying to hold himself back, his finger tips moving to cup monty’s jaw as he lightly turns his head towards him. the press of his lips against his is feather-light and barely there, his eyes fluttering shut, “ god, i love you. ” he mumbles against his lips, unable to bring himself to pull away quite yet.