smith.

22. personal assistant at a fashion blog.

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rjs-ncwboys:

“How did I know you were going to get hooked on that little fact?”  Angelo teased the other lightly, kneading his fingers into the other’s cheeks as he slowly ground himself against Smith’s body.  He loved shorter boys, especially ones he could pick up with ease.  He slowly firmed his grip and, within a few moments of a final squeeze, had hoisted Smith up by his ass to pin him against the wall.  He claimed the other’s lips in another kiss, his cock rutting against the other’s ass in full now.  “Yeah, I have a pretty decent sized cock, admittedly.”  He smirked.  “One I plan on burying in you some how, if you can handle it.”

It was still a surprise that Angelo was so open to this, but the tall, handsome blonde was already doing his head in with how damn perfect he was. From that handsome head of hair, to that giant dick already getting harder in his grip, and that within a few moments he was being pinned to the wall. Being kissed, and he was leaning back to kiss him with his own hunger and vigor, pulling him in closer and not stopping as he was wrapping his legs around him, lifted up and pinned to the wall--probably hotter than he could ever describe. “Yeah, I am very down for that..” he said against Angelo’s lips, groaning.

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apolloxhunter:

Xander smiled smiled softly at the other and tilted his head at the other. “Come and get one with me? Couples massages do give a bit of a discount so it’ll be cheaper for us if we split the costs.” He grinned at the other and gave a soft laugh.

“Well there’s an idea I hadn’t thought of, I am always down for a discount. But wouldn’t that be weird? Them trying to show up all this romantic shit for us?” He just had to laugh, imagining nothing but rose petals everywhere.

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roman-clairmont:

Nonchalance was almost as large a staple of Roman’s personality as his hedonism and pretentiousness, so anyone watching him on tape looking less-than friendly with a potential client would think nothing of his perpetual look of indifference. Even then, he couldn’t help but allow a little smirk, partly for appearances and partly at Smith’s confession - he knew the boy was leading him on. Obvious given their situation, but being proved right was as much a turn-on for Roman as the lip-licking itself. “It is the pinkness, as it happens,” Roman confirmed, rubbing at his own lips with his thumb in a naive attempt to hide his grin, “I’m sure we can get them pinker, though.” Roman finished at opportune timing, his sentence punctuated by the ding of the elevator signalling their arrival. Just as he had before, he gestured once again for Smith to exit first. “Once these doors close there’ no need for the formalities anymore.” he explained.

Smith could never get used to elevators having cameras, or at least caring enough about them to worry, but considering Roman worked here, it was likely best he hadn’t jumped the man so quickly. Instead he was grinning as he agreed that the pinkess was something he was into, and he shrugged. “I’d like to see you try,” he said, in regards to Roman apparently able to get them redder. When the elevator door opened, he perked a brow and looked at the other boy and smirked, “Formalities,” he replied, with a bit of a scoff. He didn’t seem to mind, as he walked into the suite and looked around already, eyes wandering with a curious gaze, taking in just how lavish this whole room was.

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ofstriplings:

this spontaneous meet - up between the two of them caused mack to swell with warmth, and he allowed a smile to tug at the corners of his lips as the conversation they both entertained continued to be convivial, and smooth. “yeah, i used to try to workout in the morning, but man, it got really old, really quick. then again, i’ve never been much of an early riser myself, so working up a sweat ‘n tiring myself out at night seems to be what works best for me.” he cooed, then watched as the brunet removed his towel and revealed his body in all of its chiseled glory. not wanting to be obvious, the shorter of them didn’t avert his gaze below the belt just yet. instead, he turned around to guide his new comrade towards the showers; entering the pearlescent tiled room before turning on one of the faucets to start the water, the shower - head he stood beneath allowing streams of steamy liquid down the length of his physique. “what’cha waiting for, huh? the water feels great! this is honestly my favorite part of my workout, to be honest.” he teased, fingers skating over toned abdominals as he became rinsed off completely, aurulent hues gleaming over to smith; subconsciously wishing for him to come closer, and closer.

smith was just following along with mack now, liking the simplicity of their interactions together. it was just easy to hang out with him. “yeah, i can see that, there’s always such a nice relaxing thing when you get rid of all your energy and relax before you try to sleep, curling up is nice, and yeah--but the energy of being so pumped up from a great work out? also nice, i can see both sides, sadly..” he said, moving in and then he was moving in closer to the blonde, giving him a smile then but he didn’t get too close. he wasn’t sure of any niceties he had to play, or boundaries or even if he was just being hopeful. but he took the one next to him and moved in under the water as well, sighing softly because the water just felt so good. “i love showers, i could do it forever and be happy. and maybe pruney.”

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mitchellbreaks:

He sighed. “I wish that it weren’t. But I have more bad news.” He told him as he started to loose his tie and took off his jacket. “The A/C is about to cut off. The electrical is having problems, which is why the elevator stopped.” He said shaking his head. “Work? Which floor?” He asked, trying to think if he knew the kid from his floor. But he knew he would have remembered that face if he had seen it before.

“Oh jesus,” he said, when the other said that the air conditioning was about to go out and he was sure he was going to lose his damned mind in this tiny room with the other man. “I’m up on the 9th, so I was so close, so close..” he said, laughing and shook his head. He undid his tie as well, not just loosening it though but actually undoing it and letting it hang loosely, the first few buttons of his shirt followed as he sat down.

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rjs-ncwboys:

“Presumptuous maybe, but you’re still walking with me after knowing my intentions so doesn’t that make me more of a cleric or something?”  He smirked, lightly pinching at the boy’s hip as they rounded another corner.  “Besides I know you’re curious about the double fister.”

“A cleric? Please tell me how this makes you a cleric, I am very intrigued,” he said, grinning at Damian. The boy was handsome, smooth and sure he was walking Smith back to getting likely dicked down by him, and he was fine with that, but there was just something fun about Damian, too, that Smith enjoyed. “If it’s not a double fister I am leaving and you are paying for my Uber.”

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emerybane:

Usually there were apps for channeling situations like this. Emery did flirt with people outside of his favored, virtual world, still it always was a bit of a new experience having people react to him. What he could tell, Smith was definitely interested, i one way or another. He kept washing himself, head tilting some. “Oh is there something more interesting for you than me dropping my soap?” He grinned a little, pushing his wet, dark hair out of his forehead. “I mean, you could miss my ass in a very good view. I’m sure you were checking it out before but still, you would have been able to get a good, long and hard look at it.” He teased, if he could sense another male was gay he didn’t see why he shouldn’t be.. this flirty. And how often did you end up alone with a handsome, naked, gay man in a shower, not crowed. It had potential for porn.

“I mean, I could, for sure,” he said, nodding at Emery and just giving him a grin, feeling playful with the boy he’d just met, but it just seemed natural to slip into this repertoire with him. “I could also just look this way, without your dropping your soap, and get a good look at you soaping up that cock?” He said, shrugging and perking a brow, nodding to the other and then went back to focusing on his own cleaning, sudsing up his own body. It was still just them, and he wondered if he should make a move or just take him home.

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roman-clairmont:

“Fantastic,” he rasped in true super villain form. His eyes still focused in front of him, his smile and lowered tone the only indications of their impending tryst being anything other than strictly business. When the doors finally opened, Roman continued the facade by sticking out his arm to make sure the doors didn’t close on either him or Smith, then followed the guest inside. He pressed the button for the floor of one of the Tower Rooms, as the name suggests being one of the higher numbers, and fixed his tie absent-mindedly. “There are cameras in here,” he informed Smith monotonously, “so I’m afraid we’ll have to keep it up until we reach the room. But there’s no sound, so I can tell you that those luscious lips of yours are going to be put to the test.” Again, Roman’s eyes did not stray from immediately in front of him and his expression, unreadable. He could dirty talk all he wanted without cracking a smile, but seeing how Smith would hold up was an entertaining premise.

Smith was trying his best to remain as stoic as Roman was, and he stepped into the elevator and wondered if it was obvious what they were going to do, he was trying his best to remain relatively normal so no one would really suspect. But, he swore he saw one of Roman’s coworkers smirk in their direction, but maybe he was just being paranoid. The camera was not something he wanted to risk, so he just nodded, and remained semi-casual, leaning against the elevator wal,, and smirked when Roman spoke about what was going to happen. “I knew you were staring at my mouth, it’s how pink they are, isn’t it?” He teased, hoping the elevator would just get there already.

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apolloxhunter:

Xander smiled at the other and rolled his eyes. “No end point. Sometimes it’s a lot of fun to wander.” He grinned brightly at the other. “I think I’m gonna get a massage later today. Sounds pretty fancy and fun.”

“Damn, that’s a pretty good day though, wandering around and ending with a massage? It’s been far too long since I’ve let someone give me a massage, I could probably use one, though,” he added with a small sigh, although he couldn’t help but smile regardless.

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mitchellbreaks:

“Shit.” He said looking at his watch. The elevator lights went off and the one emergency light came on. Mitchell shook his head.He reached forward and picked up the emergency phone. “Yeah. Two of us. I think we are between 3 and 4. Ok. Two hours? How the hell? Make it faster.” He hung up the phone. “Well. I hope you don’t have anywhere to be anytime soon.” He said as he set his bag down and loosened his tie. “I’m Mitchell Anderson.” He said as he held his hand out to shake the other mans. He pulled out his phone and sent a string of texts letting people know he wasn’t going to make it.

Smith watched as Mitchell went about talking to the emergency guys, and wondered just how long it would take the crew to get here and when he heard two hours he leaned back against the wall with a low groan, annoyed by the sudden slap to the face of his day. “Just to work, which I guess you are, too,” he said, reaching over to give his hand a shake back. “Smith,” he said, thankful that his phone still worked, too, as he went about sending out a few texts. “Few hours though? Seriously?”

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ofstriplings:

normally, whenever he was in the locker room, or even a public restroom, he never was known to be social with the other men inside; knowing that many valued privacy over banter. however, the brunet parallel to him didn’t seem to mind being chatted up, and when he replied with vigor, the sandy - haired gent grinned fondly; feeling as though he was making a new friend. “ah, i’m sorry to hear that your day wasn’t that great, but i hope blowin’ off some steam helped make you feel better. all those endorphins ‘n shit are sure to lift your mood a little, yeah?” he replied, a smile decorating his golden countenance. “glad you don’t mind me bein’ a little indecent here. i used to be really shy about myself, but i don’t know. over the passed little while i’ve just decided to not give a fuck anymore.” shrugging his shoulders, he threw his towel over his shoulder and smirked. “psh, you’re too sweet, dude. your body’s pretty rockin’, too. you must come herea lot.” he added, then gestured towards the showers. “you hoppin’ in, too? it’ll be cool to have someone to talk to. normally it’s just me and the ghosts.” mack teased, a light chuckle falling from his curvaceous mouth.

Smith wasn’t used to this either, chatting up with someone at the gym, but mack seemed at least friendly enough and he had to admit he appreciated someone who was warm, welcoming and very open. to the point of just standing around naked. he was adjusting his own towel, before just giving up and taking it off to sling it over his own shoulder, figuring it was just worth it to even it out now. “I come here quite a bit, but mostly I try to do morning or after work, so I’m not used to the quiet and the alone,” he said, but nodding, waving towards the showers. “For sure, lead the way, and there won’t be any ghosts, just us!”

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rjs-ncwboys:

Damian rolled his eyes playfully and rounded another corner, his apartment building in sight now as they continued to move.  “I’m taking you back to my place so you can see for yourself just how double fisty I am, and to get my dick wet honestly.  You look like the kind of boy who wants to have a bit of fun on his day off.”

Smith looked at the taller boy, handsome as heck and already talking about how big his dick was and how was Smith supposed to deny this? His ego was pretty much making the boy even more attractive, and he perked a brow. “I do like a bit of fun, and that’s awfully presumptuous of you to think I would be down for helping you get your dick wet.” Which, he totally was.

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apolloxhunter:

Xander laughed easily. “Oh yeah? And would you be wearing the skin tight suit as well? Because that’s pretty revealing.” He nudged the other’s side gently, a small smile on his face. “Hm? Oh, I was honestly just out walking. I like being out in the early morning. It’s so lovely.”

“Duh, that suit is iconic, I need to live it up,” he said, giving Xander a nod and then smiled. “I am okay with the morning when I can get my iced coffee in, but I mean, it’s just starting--but hey. No goal in mind? No end point?”

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roman-clairmont:

Although he was undoubtedly about to behave in ways entirely unprofessional, Roman still had to keep the guise up while in the presence of his employees. He guided Smith towards the elevator and pressed the button, arms folded over one another in front of him while he patiently waited. He was looking directly forward for the sake of appearances, knowing full well that one more glance at those lips would have him enter full-blown flirtation mode. “Usually it’s Mr Clairmont, but I’m assuming we’re skipping niceties?” Roman muttered in stark contrast to his former more upbeat tone. He had no employees around to chastise him, so why bother? “Sorry to be frank, but I’d like to know before we get there - am I going to have to ask room service to change the sheets or are we genuinely looking for business?”

“Oh, Mr. Clairmont,” Smith replied with a nod, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips then and he was trying to just remain calm. He even pulled out his phone, just to check if he had been called yet and he was quick to send a quick text to his boss, letting him know that he will be returning later and a good work opportunity had come for the Valex LLP clients. Then he heard the other, and he just bit his lower lip again and wanted to chuckle. “Oh, you’ll be calling them to change the sheets, for sure.” He said, showing that he knew what was up, and ready for it.

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mitchellbreaks:

Mitchell was in a hurry. He had a conference call in twenty minutes and hated to be late. it wasn’t end of world stuff, but one of his biggest pet peeves in the world was tardiness. He was a planner and followed a schedule. He hated when that schedule was interrupted. His mother said it was his meticulous nature that always seemed to get in his way as a child and it seems to not have changed as an adult. With his coffee in one hand, his Prada laptop bag swung over his shoulder. He thought the thing was pretentious but his sister insisted he buy it when he was moving to NYC. He had never had much a of fashion sense, but thanks to her, he was always on the right side of it. At age 38 she was still sending him ideas on his clothes and wear to buy them. And of course he always listened. Today’s grey suit was no different. In Chicago he was a little bit more casual, but he had noticed when he interviewed for the promotion and when he moved to NYC, it was more formal and a lot less casual. He stepped on the elevator choosing the 18th floor and took his spot near the back. He thought for a second he might have it to himself but nodded politely hello to the other man as he entered.

@smith-stevens

Smith was standing in the elevator, already a little annoyed as it was the 4th trip of the day to his level, but he had gone out to get breakfast, a second coffee, some papers that needed to be delivered, and now he was on his way back up and hoping that he could get some time to sit down and eat his yogurt before he was whisked away again. He loved his job, truly, he wouldn’t change it for the world unless it was a step up in the company, but there were days where it was just a lot. Looking over at the other who came into the elevator, he gave him a nod back and a smile, tilting his head when he was no longer facing up and he took in the suit which was immaculate and he looked damn good. He wasn’t one for small talk though, and he was fine standing in silence until the elevator lights flickered, and they stopped. “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

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rjs-ncwboys:

“Mhm, and I’m not an Australian that gets hit on by all the freshmen in Biology 101.”  He said rather cheekily.  He did figure the boy was nice and a complimenter, but that didn’t mean that Angelo couldn’t see through the other’s stares.  You’d have to be a fool to not notice it.  He closed his eyes the moment Smith touched over his chest, humming softly so it’d rumble.  “Let’s get it dirty then, pretty boy.”  His hands reached down and cupped Smith’s ass, squeezing it lightly to knead the mounds together.  

“Mm, you are Australian..” he said, as if he hadn’t noticed the accent earlier but he just grinned, tilting his head as the tall blonde stepped in closer. Hands already cupping his ass, squeezing, “Mmm, I like being called pretty boy by you in that accent,” he was joking, obviously, but he didn’t mind it either. As he stepped closer, the distance closing as their bodies were pressed tight, he had his hand moving down then, trailing those perfect abs, and then cupping the man’s cock, feeling it’s heft in his hand. “Well damn.”