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I miss posting. ā¹ļøā¹ļøā¹ļøā¹ļø I especially owe you stuff @sturmboe š Miss you.
Thank you for your patience. Ill try, but the new job I started had some kind of emergency so even though Im still being trained, I have DOZENS of classes that were all suddenly dumped on me to lead. 6-day work week, bro? Seriously????? Immensely unfair. And Im not getting paid for TWO MONTHS.
Officially quit my job at that SHITTY prison they call a school. Ill be 100% out of the company system by the end of this month. Flying to the other side of the world in three days to help with sick family. But I hope to be back at least a little during this summer away. š¤š¾I miss my writing partners. Thank you for your patience. ā¤ļøāš©¹
šļøššļø 11/10 Jun-ha would f*ck and be scared as shit about it. He misses his Underworld daddy tbh š¢ š š¾
Will I ever be able to write again? Idk. Work is killing me slowly. But at least Iām quitting this particular piece of shit job by the middle of this month! š The next job will be rough adjusting pay-wise and clientele-wise, but at least Ill have peace of mind and spirit AND I can be autonomous. This summer Iāll have diet depression instead of the fatty, calorie dense kind! āš¾
Whether it was fully selfless was up for debate. Most didn't know, maybe Kiho himself wasn't fully aware, but the fact that he put so much value in making others happy was the one reason he knew to make others stay. To have them around, spend time with them in order of beating the loneliness he had known all his life. With a job like this where someone relied on him it was a give and take for him. Everyone won. So he didn't question whether it was naive of him to put this much trust into Kang nor did he ever wonder too much about the dangers of it all, not just with a vampire client. In the end it made him happy. The way the older acted also helped, how he knew to play perfectly coquettish, playing into the image that Kiho was forming of him in his head. This elegant, ancient, beautiful being whom it was hard to grasp could tear him apart at will within moments. Instead his heart throbbed heavy once that cheek brushed his hand, an action that spilled a shaking breath from plush lips as eyes fixed on the older. While a witch by heritage, the young man was completely at this predator's mercy and willing to let happen what was promised. With pierced skin came a pain that was nothing like he had ever felt before, sharp, burning, very distinct yet it came with a rush of ecstasy from experiencing something so out of this world. Staring at the beauty locked on his wrist he took in a deep breath to steady himself. Remaining calm was surprisingly easy as he simply focused on the motions of the other man's body. That rolling of hips had his head spinning for a moment, a moan of his own pressed from his clenched jaw before he willed his free hand up to brush into Kang's hair. Strands were pushed back to reveal that gorgeous face which seemed so focused on the task at hand, of satiating his hunger. "Maybe so..." Kiho finally had let the words sink in, replaying them in the back of his head while getting to watch that gorgeous yet grotesque display before him, got to listen to the noises brushed to his skin by that mouth. "Dare I say it's worth it?" A slight hiss with the feeling of tongue teasing the fresh wound, triggering to keep the blood flowing with each pump of his pulse. Luckily he did not feel faint just yet. The young man found enough strength within him to curl his free arm around the slim waist of Kang's and draw him closer, making sure not to disturb his feeding too much.
Though Kang hears Kihoās rebuttal, he does not respond back to it. He dare not waste a drop of this expensive, exotic meal of his. Chances to feed from witches are few and far between. When Kihoās free hand smooths through his hair, Kangās pale, broad forehead and neat, dark eyebrows become a part of the lovely canvas of his face. His nose is tall and slopes prettily, long, thick lashes fan out over his skin, and soft, pink lips work gently against Kihoās palm. The warm wetness of his tongue prods the thin skin as well, encouraging the pillowy muscle to continue bleeding into his waiting mouth.
He is a beast indeed, tolerating touch in exchange for distraction with food. Had he been centuries younger, he would have ferally torn Kiho's hand from his wrist with a hiss. Those days are thinly veiled now by elegance, polite etiquette, and a well-traveled worldview. These charms have not failed him yet. Even as he feeds, blood does not stain his lips or run carelessly from the corners of his mouth as so often portrayed in fiction. Kang eats clean; heād be completely silent, too, if he weren't so drunk on the taste of the witch. This blood burns his insides by the mouthful, scalding hot honey and metal. He swears he can hear it sizzle in the back of his throat like paper set a flame. It is a witchās innate power all the same, no matter how much or how little Kiho practiced his arts. Kang could grow to like this awful, wonderful feeling; he could become addicted if he allowed himself to. But to do so is a risky affair. To make sure that he doesnāt fall into such a trap, he pries himself away with a soft gasp. His senses all flare at once with awareness and he can perceive everything around him. The predator feels the arm newly settled at his waist, he hears Kiho's heartbeat and his own, and the peopleās in the neighboring rows of rooms down the hall. He tastes the magic that courses through himself, both agreeing and disagreeing with his being. The vampire smells the fresh bedding and cleaning supplies, water from buckets of melted ice⦠Kihoās scent. When he flicks his eyes up they are sharp, golden orbs backlight by wild magic and seem to look right through the very make up of everything around him.
He licks his lips clean, the hand still holding Kihoās steady by the wrist loosening but not quite releasing. Instead, Kangās free hand raises and threads fingers through the hair at the nape of the otherās neck. With the slightest tug to it, Kang leans closer and softly smirks. āWorth it?ā This is worth the pain? Surely this young one must jest; he couldnāt possibly be that naive or starved for affection⦠Or could he? Kang fixes his gaze upon the young man, viciously tempted to try his hand at luring Kiho to bend to his will.Ā
āWhat a foolish thing to sayā¦ā he says, hovering but a few inches away from Kihoās mouth. āYouāll find your fair share of trouble thinking like thatā¦ā
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*plays S&M by Rihanna* Apollo, how about whips and chains?
Lounging on his throne, his cheek rests on the back of his hand, and with furrowed brows he scoffs at the very idea.
"How utterly ridiculous. Something so crude as whips and chains are reserved for punishment of the likes of treacherous Titans or hubris-filled fools and monsters who dare to challenge we higher powers."
Turning his nose up a bit, he looks away indignantly.
"If you simply mean to propose the act of bondage... I am a god, my dear-- the mighty Apollo. Rarely do gods feel pain outside of special circumstances. Therefore, it is nearly impossible to fathom that one such as myself, with the strength I possess, could be bound at all, much less by crude tools like that. Any interest I might have is all but crushed and turned to dust by logic. What sense is there in pondering the impossible? What a silly question..."
In what position would Kang like to bottom for Kiho???
Any and all because he intends to serve crazy visuals with his body in all of them to lure Kiho. Ideally he'd like to face Kiho in some way and at some point because he will definitely try to bite him during or after.
What Im getting from him right now is that he will work to get to that point. First he will take it on his hands and knees so Kiho can grab his hair or go King Kong on him or whatever so he feels like he's the big man in charge. At some point during, he will take some of Kiho's control and do a few nasty things of his own to get Kiho to cum. But Kang won't actually let him finish. Next he'll make Kiho lay on his back and ride him (under Kiho's direction, because he has to let him power trip again. No promises that Kang will actually do everything the way he's told lol He does what he wants to do.) until he does cum. The catch is that Kang has to feel out the situation. If he can really get close enough to his teeth into Kiho, then he will bite him in the chest or in the shoulder area as he cums. Otherwise, Kang will take a risk and bite him in the wrist and feed while he's working Kiho up to climax and letting him finish inside of him. Fair trade, he thinks.
If Tohma could have a third join him and Michi, would he? If yes, who?
"No," Tohma interrupts, casually answering on his own behalf. He sits at his home office desk, back straight and expression serene. His tone isn't even strained when he speaks.
"No," the young man emphasizes once more, and even manages a smile. He doesn't seem to be bothered and he leaves it at that. Beneath his desk, however, his fists are clenched so tight that his knuckles are white.
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A demand for attention in their very own way. Not that Michizane felt ignored by their lover nor did they have any reason to feel desperation, rather they saw it as a nice little surprise that they hadnt made use of before then. The professor was in the mood to be spoiled for not other reason than wanting to be, a little selfish to do so while Tohma was working yet they were confident that it would be fine. And fine it seems with the reaction given. Getting to watch the change of expression, the intensity of those eyes growing and then the curious but confident touch of familiar hands on their thighs.
Indeed there was no shame in being exposed despite a light chuckle falling from their lipsm instead legs spread a little further, hips shifted forward just a bit like the older was presenting themself for the other. Their thumb traced just below Tohma lower lip, eyes looking past their own gold rim glasses in their own fascinated observation. How they loved him so deeply, desired him even more so. "Nothing left for me to teach you, you know what to do. And you do it so well.." a soft sigh to their voice, the teasing hint of a moan really, as their thumb pressed lightly into that warm, familiar mouth.
It wasnāt often that Michi demanded attention. They were almost feline in their nature, patient, independent, and quietly tending to their affairs with the grace and maturity they always possessed. But when they did want attention, they knew exactly how to get it. Michi knew exactly which buttons to press to engage and seduce Tohma; it was probably childās play to them by now.Ā And they were experts in the way they pressed them.
Freshly-washed, silken skin seemed to disrobe itself as more and more of it creeped from beneath this thin, pretty robe. Stacks of crisp, stapled and highlighted papers were replaced with pale, wide-spread inner thighs. A computer screen and rows of springy keys were replaced with a lightly tented hem of fabric and his loverās most vulgar parts arching toward him in invitation. The way Michi ordered him, balancing the power play of being slightly older in age and authority as a teacher immediately arouses Tohma further. He starts to burn all over as he stares up at the other and longs desperately to kiss him breathless. His desire has to be released somewhere before heās driven mad, so his right hand slips over Michiās thigh to rest atop the small piece of fabric covering their lower body. Using it as a barrier for Michiās comfort, Tohma gently caresses their sex and exhales shakily up at them. He had work to finish and an upcoming meeting, but⦠this was just as important. He had no time to waste if he wanted to please Michizane and the otherās needs seemed more urgent.Ā
Michi praises him and he revels in it. The god even watches him while still wearing gold-framed glasses and looks every bit of the benevolent teacher with a forbidden lust for the best student in their class. Tohma wants to say something terribly vulgar as he feels himself begin to strain against how own zipper and slides to the edge of his chair. He mustnāt get too carried away and initiate something he doesnāt have enough time for, but that sweet moan and the thumb playing at his jaw and commanding his mouth to open is overruling his better judgement. Indeed, he knew what to do and he would do it well. Lips parting, his tongue sweeps out to slowly wet the pad of Michiās thumb and invites it inside with a dip of his head. Tohma couldnāt say what he wanted to do with Michi, but he could definitely show them. Wrapping his lips around the digit, he pillows it with his tongue and gently sucks at it to get his mouth to salivate. His hand squeezes the head of Michiās cock in time with the quick little sensations and releases in a light stroke when his head dips down onto their thumb to take the whole thing in. Being much slimmer and smaller than the member he ached for, it takes little effort to wet Michiās finger entirely. Idly fellating the smooth, warm skin, Tohma purrs around it in appreciation and lets his head dip in a natural rhythm all its own. He, too, could tease; the intense yet playful dynamic between them is what kept their sex life so exciting. The young man means anything but play right now, however; he does this with purpose. When Michi is hard enough, he intends to give them all the attention they crave until theyāre left trembling upon his desk.
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For some reason, checking inboxes on my phone tells me that my whole inbox is empty. There's NOTHING there. Checking on the PC, my inbox messages are there. What the fuck? Anybody else have this problem, or is it just more bad juju for this year happening to me?
Usually Michizane stayed away from the man's home study unless he brought a tray of tea in the afternoon along with some homemade snacks. They were both busy adults and needed their work spaces. Not this afternoon though. Quietly they stepped inside, naked body glad in a breezy silk robe and fave framed by wavy damp hair. A gentle hand came to push Tohma's laptop closed, slid aside to take its place instead themself. "It is time for a break." Legs were spread more than enough to have space for the younger in between, more skin reveal woth the smooth material of their robe slipping with each little movement. There was a smile to glossy lips, warm as it was it did not hide the hint of mischief present, underlined with the gesture of their finger brushing underneath their lover's chin to guide him closer. "I am all yours, my love, am I not?"
This afternoon was a slightly atypical one. Tohma was not in his office. He opted to work from home today due to recent trouble and major delays with his train line. Heād made the executive decision to allow his employees the same option as he was a considerate kind of boss, but work didnāt stop. That is, until Michizane made their presence known. Today was a heavy day of reading reports and scanning analytics, so Tohma wore a charming pair of clear, non-prescription glasses to protect his eyes from the endless hours of screen time on his laptop. It seems that that is no more as Michizane has not only closed his laptop but has also pushed it aside entirely. He thanks the powers that be for autosave and he would have been a little miffed if he had not immediately looked up and saw the absolute vision in front of him.
Damp, luscious hair curls prettily at its ends and drips the smallest droplets of water onto the tantalizing planes of Michiās chest and shoulders. And oh, how he loved those shoulders. Tohma slowly removes his glasses and reads the rare mischief on his loverās face, following it down to those soft lips and the rivulets of water that crawl down their neck. How he loved that elegant neck, too. There was nothing he did not love about this striking god, from the shape of their silhouette, to the brown of their eyes, and even down to the whimsical scattering of beauty marks all over their body. And now all of that needed his attention. He instantly forgives Michi with the sight of a single arm of his glasses brandished and gliding over parted thighs and hooking the silken edge of their barely-on robe to pull it aside.Ā
Nothing underneath as anticipated. His mild insistence that he really needed to finish his work first went forgotten.
Glasses are placed aside as he continues to take the other in, hands now replacing eyewear to stroke the elderās outer thighs. The robe is shifted up ever higher to expose Michiās sex and have them fully embrace their shame If there was any to be had. Tohma pulls at them to scoot them just a little closer to the edge of his desk while he shifts his chair forward to slip between their knees. Now looking up at his lover, Michiās finger beneath his chin, he gives a quick lick of his lips and speaks with all the confidence in the world.Ā
āYou always were. Youāre only just realizing that now,ā the young man says with a light smirk and a raking of his eyes down Michiās body. āNow what should I do with all of this on my forced break, I wonder⦠Do you have any ideas?āĀ
CortĆØge, Carl Phillips
[ SMS ] Where have you been hiding
Sent from Zekes IPhone.
[txt] On international stages. Why?
[txt] I think I should be. Not for a while. Touring.
[SMS] I can wait. No worries. But when you get back, can i have two of your days?
[txt] What are you waiting for, exactly? And two of my precious off days? Must have some good reason. Time is money.
[SMS] For you. It will be worth it i promise. Should i pay you..?
[txt] Pft. So you say. Iāll consider it. Not making any promises. And yeah, you probably should, but Iām not some kind of escort or sugar baby. I make my own money.
[SMS] I know your not anything like that. I mean didnāt we have a great time last time? You do know whoās texting you right?
[txt] Good. Yeah, I know who you are. The food was great
[SMS] So what would give you the impression that i want to pay you?
Zeke chuckled as he looked down at the text, he shakes his head before setting his phone on his desk and returns to mixing the song he was working on.
[txt] Itās not about if you want to pay. Itās about if I should make you.
[ SMS ] Where have you been hiding
Sent from Zekes IPhone.
[txt] On international stages. Why?
[txt] I think I should be. Not for a while. Touring.
[SMS] I can wait. No worries. But when you get back, can i have two of your days?
[txt] What are you waiting for, exactly? And two of my precious off days? Must have some good reason. Time is money.
[SMS] For you. It will be worth it i promise. Should i pay you..?
[txt] Pft. So you say. Iāll consider it. Not making any promises. And yeah, you probably should, but Iām not some kind of escort or sugar baby. I make my own money.
[SMS] I know your not anything like that. I mean didnāt we have a great time last time? You do know whoās texting you right?
[txt] Good. Yeah, I know who you are. The food was great