Balls & Bagpipes

Richard Bell | 26 | Firefighter | Sexually enlightened | Master | Scottish

[nykteris-deactivated20140130]

[elias-duke-of-kent-deactivated2]

Yes, I am from England. -flashes a small smile- I don’t think so, but thank you nonetheless.

Yes, I am. Prince Elias Patrick. My father is Prince Michael, Duke of Kent. 

[scottish-bell-blog]

Of course.

-his eyes go wide for a moment and he clears his throat to stop himself from choking on his own breath- You-You're.. Oh. Oh! My apologies then, sir. -bows his head- Suppose that'd make ya my duke, too. I apologize again for any rudeness I may have showed.

[elias-duke-of-kent-deactivated2]

It’s possible. I meet tons of people. Though„ I think I would remember someone such as you.

[scottish-bell-blog]

No, no.. M'certain. You.. Are you from England? -raises a brow then flushes slightly- I appreciate the flattery, but you're far more attractive, mate.

Are you... This is gonna sound stupid, but.. Royalty.. Or anythin'?

[elias-duke-of-kent-deactivated2]

Hardly, beautiful.

[scottish-bell-blog]

Beautiful? That's a new one. Ya look oddly familiar, sir, have we met before?

[johnathon-salvador-deactivated2]

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John steps into the sand, following Rich out farther. He stopped and smiled as he pulled his shirt over his head, laying on the warm sand. “Pure curiosity  you could say,” John replied. “What about you?

[scottish-bell-blog]

Rich watched John remove his shirt, doing just the same and letting it fall to the sand as well. He shrugged his shoulders and nodded eventually, realizing that he too was there for pretty much the same reason. "I could say the same." He told him, smiling as he moved to unbuckle his pants. "Curiosity and self-realization, I'd say." He nodded.

[scottish-bell-blog]

elias-duke-of-kent liked your photo

simonkristensen liked your photo

spideog liked your photo

Though it's probably the pups ya admiring, thanks just the same, lads.

[sidrichards-deactivated20130413]

He ignored Rich’s excuse. It didn’t matter, because Sidney had drank about the same as him, and was much lighter. He was just better at hiding it. Though, he could have might as well blamed the small emotional breakdown on how much he drank. It became a little clearer, though his mind was still a little fuzzy. Again, he blamed the wine. But didn’t mind one bit. He let out a light sigh, it wasn’t was of grief but rather relief. He kissed Rich back, he could feel his stomach rise in his body, such as his heart pick up a harder pace. The musician stroked his nimble fingers down the man’s neck. Perhaps if he let a sexual attachment form instead of a emotional one would make it a lot easier to let go. Return to the basement, he wouldn’t feel abandoned, just used like he was supposed to on this island. He was a slave, and was supposed to please his master. He let out a hum against his mouth, though Rich was speaking now. He didn’t open his eyes, he just let one hand move down the other’s chest, listening to him. “Yes.” he said absentmindedly. He opened his mouth, taking in a breath as well as the other’s tongue, pressing his lips firmly to Rich’s, his own tongue sliding against his.

Sidney planted his hands softly on Rich’s chest. Holding himself up so he could move one leg so he was straddling his lap. One leg on either side of him now, he was easier for Rich to touch what he wanted, Sidney as well, but at the moment his hands only scaled his chest. The tickle of the scruff on Rich’s chin made him smile, nearly laughing. It moved against his ear, under, and his cheek. One hand reached his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze and then Rich was leaning back, staring at him. “I don’t want you to stop.” He breathed, he wouldn’t be faking it. He would give into this temptation, indulge in the man as the man was indulging in him. He only feared the feelings he would have afterward when he was sent back to the basement. He chuckled, eyes lighting up when he was spoken to in another language. “Translate, please~” He hummed, leaning forward to kiss him. 

[scottish-bell-blog]

Rich chuckled as he felt Sidney adjust himself on his lap only to straddle him; making the position much more sexual. He stared up at the smaller male, happy that he'd said he didn't want Rich to stop. It helped because Rich didn't think he could stop, even if he had to. He ran his hands now up the insides of Sidney's thighs, stopping just before he crossed any boundaries he was unsure of yet. He didn't want to look like he was teasing, though he was sure it was what the other man would think, so he leaned in to press his lips to Sidney's, catching his bottom lip between his teeth and smirking. "Ya bite your lips far too much- that's my job." He told him in a low grumble, his hands moving up his thighs again and round to run along his arse. He hadn't even realized he'd done it, honestly, but he was groping Sidney and panting now against the man's mouth. When he'd mentioned a translation, Rich fluttered his lashes a few times, looking up at Sidney.. Had he spoke Gaelic? He was sure he'd said it in English, but he repeated his words again to make sure.

"I said.. Such a beautiful boy.. My beautiful boy." Rich couldn't help but flush slightly, now realizing that yes, he'd said it the first time in Gaelic for a reason, simply because he didn't want to look so possessive, but that was how he was- especially when he was drinking. His fingers idly moved to unbutton the trail of buttons on Sidney's shirt, starting from the bottom, his knuckles brushing his stomach as he did so, getting at least four undone before he stopped. "You sure you don't want me to stop?" He asked again, feeling as though he needed serious permission before anything happened. His lips ran along Sidney's neck, tongue flicking over his skin to taste him. Damnit, he wanted him. Rich wanted him badly and that was now probably obvious by the strain in his trousers. 

[britishboysohyeah]

[johnathon-salvador-deactivated2]

John gasped a little as his hand was kissed, “And you said I was the charmer,” he said with a smile. “A swim would be great. Though, I’ll have to go naked,” he added, smirking a little to himself as they walked on.

[scottish-bell-blog]

Rich smiled almost immediately, clearing his throat as he took a few steps past John and over toward the beach. His eyebrows raised and he tried not to chuckle, but he failed, shaking his head as he nodded to John. "Aye, as will I, suppose." He told him calmly, face nonchalant as they walked along the beach. "So, what brings ya here then?"

[ualanomalley]

Nodding, he placed his own cigar to his lips, enjoying the feel of the smoke lingering in his lungs. He gave himself another ten years before all of the boozing and the smoking, along with the questionable men and women started to take its toll on him. “Who is the one who is giving you what you deserve?,” he questioned, looking him over.

[scottish-bell-blog]

Rich puffed his cigar a few times before lowering it to the ashtray, watching the ashes fall. He thought about Ualan's question for a few moments, his eyes flickering up to him as he gave a soft 'hmm.' It was a very interesting question. He'd not thought about it before, simply because Richard was a pretty selfless man. After a moment of silence and thought, the younger male shrugged and looked at Ualan. "Depends what you think I deserve." He clarified. "Or, what I think I deserve..." He said the last bit softer, almost to himself as a reminder. "I don't know." He finally said, a little distantly. 

[spideog]

Head hurts..

[spideog]

The security Robin felt with Rich was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It wasn’t only when Rich had his arms around him that he felt like this, but just by talking to him, just by having the man stare at him made him feel safe. He let out a quiet laugh when Rich said they shouldn’t have gotten so distracted with the kissing, or snogging as he put it, but despite Rich saying it in a jokey manner, Robin knew it was true; kissing Richard was unlike anything he’d never experienced. It clouded his thoughts and made him weak in the knees so it was no surprise the shepherds pie had gone forgotten. It seemed irrelevant compared to Rich’s touch. The kiss to his neck made his skin prickle and again he felt his concentration waning as he thought of how right it felt to kiss the man beside him, despite knowing him only a day.

He watched him keenly, his eyes fixed on Rich’s face as he took the food into his mouth, strangely nervous to see if he’d like it. When he made a noise of appreciation though, Robin smiled slightly, glad to see he liked it. When Rich asked for more Robin’s smile grew wider and he spooned some more onto his fork and fed some to Rich again, eyes fixed on his mouth, recalling how soft his lips were, before helping himself to the pie. Rich was right when he said that it was slightly overdone but it still tasted okay and it was definitely edible. “Yeah, s’not bad,” he said quietly, still looking at Rich and smiling even more when he was pulled closer. It was scaring him how addictive Rich’s touches were and, unable to help himself, he dropped his fork onto the table and wrapped his arms around Rich tightly, pressing his cheek against his neck and closing his eyes, feeling the light traces of stubble from his beard, enjoying that feeling as much as the feeling of Rich’s arms around him. It was only then that he realized he was against Rich’s naked torso. He had an impulse to pull away at the sudden revelation, but he found he didn’t want to. He glanced down at Rich’s body, staring at the shape of his abdominal and pectoral muscles. He had never found a man attractive before, he’d never found anyone sexually attractive before but perhaps because he knew about Rich’s kind nature his whole being seemed that much more beautiful. He swallowed before running a hand down his chest and resting it on his muscles, feeling the body heat beneath his palm, the gentle rise and fall of his stomach as he breathed. He stayed quiet, not sure how to excuse his actions verbally and instead pressed a delicate kiss to his neck.

[scottish-bell-blog]

As he held Robin, he ran his hands up and down the younger male's sides, nuzzling his face up against the other man's cheek. He heard the fork drop along with the food and that was what caused him to raise a brow, but he said nothing. Rich could feel Robin's hands travel up his abdomen, exploring, feeling round. He fluttered his lashes a few times, giving a soft smile. Obviously Robin was warming up to him and that made him happy. "My boy." He purred softly against his neck and then he felt a kiss to his own neck. Rich smiled widely, turning the other male round then and moving a hand up to cradle his face. "Perhaps we should skip the meal, for now.." He told him softly, pressing a kiss to Robin's lips and then once more, only to deepen it, his tongue pushing against the other male's as he walked him backwards, his arms laced round Robin's waist. He did his best to make sure he didn't walk Robin into any walls, trying his best to eventually get him to the bedroom; or at least, the master bedroom. Once they got there, Rich pulled back and looked into the soft blues staring back at him. He said nothing for a moment, and stepped back, only to place his hands on his own belt to undo it. Rich fiddled with his jeans until he got them undone; never taking his eyes off Robin as he did so. Once his trousers were off, he let them fall down to his ankles and kicked them off to reveal black and red plaid boxers. 

"An bhfuil sé seo ceart go leor, peataí?" He asked, wanting to make sure Robin was comfortable with this. It really helped that they spoke the same language and could communicate in ways other than English. He, of course, did not have any intentions of pushing Robin into anything, so instead, he gestured to the bed and moved to sit on the edge, still keeping his eyes on Robin; his expression warm. "Tar anseo." He whispered, opening his arms to show the younger male where, exactly, he wanted him. On his lap. He kept a smile on his lips and waited for Robin; still wondering if he'd be comfortable enough to do this. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Rob." He reminded him, just wanting to clarify that. He felt like he needed to. Rich took a deep breath and cleared his throat, focusing now only on the other male in the room with him.

[scottish-bell-blog]

Overslept.

[sidrichards-deactivated20130413]

Yes, You’re right about that… *He sighs and comes closer to the other, hugging his arms around Rich’s waist* I’m not mad, just hope you know what the right thing to do is~

[scottish-bell-blog]

-lifts Sidney's chin, taking his bottom lip between his teeth suddenly only to pull back and pout- Promise? -he pulls him closer, shutting his eyes a moment- I know, I hope I do too.. 

[johnathon-salvador-deactivated2]

John smiled, “Only sometimes,” he said softly. He motioned the man to follow him. ” We could go down to the beach. It’s rather lovely this time of the afternoon,” he said.

[scottish-bell-blog]

Rich grinned before clearing his throat. "Sometimes it better than never." He extend his hand only to take Jonathan's and place a kiss to the back of it, his eyes on the other male's the entire time. "Suppose I can be, at times, too, hm?" Rich chuckled, only to nod and release the other man's hand. "That it is. Maybe go for a swim?"

[theamazingsurfingquinlan-blog]

I’ve earned a lot of things, and look where I am now, eh?

Yes, right now. We can top it off by drinks tonight. Pretty sure you owe me them, yeah?

[scottish-bell-blog]

Aye... -shrugs slightly-

-grins- That I do. Ya have yourself a deal then, mate. It's a date.

[scottish-bell-blog]

Overslept.

[sidrichards-deactivated20130413]

I understand… I just… It’s probably hurting her feelings, when she may love you still. To be running away, when it’s not only your feelings that are apart of this situation. I’m not angry with you- I’m sorry, if it seems I am.

[scottish-bell-blog]

I suspect it is. And though I'd never wish to hurt her, it'd be worse for both of us if I were to marry her, seeing as I'm a jobby jabber. -shrugs- I'm not running away.. I'm just- taking a break. -brings his arms up to tug Sidney close and look into his eyes- Ya sure you're not? 

[ualanomalley]

Ualan waved off the need to give them far more attention than necessary. “Onto better things, what have you been up to? You found yourself a slave yet? One to give you some respect around here?”

[scottish-bell-blog]

Rich smiled slightly and lifted his cigar, bringing a lighter up to puff a few times, hoping to get it smoking. "Mm, I have." He flickered his eyes to Ualan. "Ya have much to teach me, no doubt... I've never been one that feels the need to be 'respected', more than what a man already deserves, at least." He explained, taking a few puffs of the cigar.

[theamazingsurfingquinlan-blog]

I dunno. I don’t deserve it. I don’t really deserve anything. Debating if this is my last season or not. We’ll see,

I figure.

Well… I have time now. If you want to suit up and meet me out on the beach, we can go over the basics.

[scottish-bell-blog]

And why do ya say that? Of course ya do.. You earned it. 

Really? Right now?