HUFF AND PUFF

rafael amado. kingpin. drug lord. big bad wolf. owner.

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clay-preston:

“You know, if you’re trying to be discreet about eye fucking me…You’re doing a rather poor job of it.” The human snorted and shook his head. “Now did you need something?” Clay asked with a raised eyebrow.

dark eyes roamed across the slave’s figure before they landed on the man’s face. he was good looking, in shape. almost like a prize around here. “gotta’ see something before i actually taste it. pretty guys like you get more than a fucking.”

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mastrnolan:

“I was beginning to think they hadn’t listened.” Nolan commented as he heard the sound of his upstairs office door opening. Hours ago he’d asked for the guards to bring a slave, one willing to work, to his restaurant in Ashden– he’d even paid the rental fee upfront. Of course, that was hours ago. At this point, Nolan had given up waiting and done most of the work himself. Hell, he was even beginning to think he’d been gypped– that the guard had simply pocketed the money, or that they weren’t able to find a slave willing to work among the unruly souls in their cells—- point was, Nolan was no longer waiting so it was a pleasant surprise to have someone there with him. “Do you have a name?” He questioned, still assuming the other was a slave. 

it’s not that he cared to explore, he was just hungry.  around these parts, almost everything came pretty easy. entering the restaurant, rafael saw the place empty. making it his goal to find a decent meal made him enter the man’s office like a bathroom door. he paused in his tracks when he heard the other speak, but didn’t hesitate to respond. “I do. Who’s asking.” Dark brown eyes searched around the room, darting from object to object before they landed on the man in front of him. “heard i could actually get something decent here-- wish they’d told me it was run by a pretty thing like you. “

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“so you’re what they brought, huh.” the thick voice was rough and low, rafael walking into his suit with a glass full of whiskey, hanging low. “hope you’re better than the last. little shit couldn’t even get on his knees.” all black hugged his stocky body, tattoos peeking out from his shirt like daggers. “grab yourself a drink,” he motioned to a small bar adorned with bottles and shining glasses before he sipped from his own drink, “i won’t repeat myself.”