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criminals always liked to keep their private lives private. unless they were taking their conquests to get gangbanged by the group, and even then it was something that would only be shared amongst themselves. symon wasn't going to spread this around. for several reasons. the first being that his enemies didn't need an excuse to know who he was sleeping with. the second being that it also wasn't anyone's goddamn business was he did in his private time. the third, and probably most important, was that he wanted it to happen again. the chances of that would have gone down with the more people that knew about what they got up to.
with a man his age, it was obvious that he had been with several partners throughout his life. there was something about dalisay that was washing all of those away quickly. he didn't know if it was her age, the noises she was making, how wet she was, or her overall attitude when it came to sex. like she was opened to being used in any which way. that was something that the leader of the bike gang could get off on. still, he had to stay focused on task. make sure that he gave her as many orgasms as possible before they ended their night. mainly because he'd be dammed if someone had bad things to say about him fucking them.
his left hand reached out for her hair, wrapping some of the locks around his knuckles before he tugged her back. possessive kisses were peppered up her back, over her shoulders, up her neck, and to her jaw. a mixed grunt and moan escaped when he started to nibble in her ear. "want me to eat my own cum from your pussy when i breed you?" it was evident that's what was going to happen next. so he curled his thumb in her ass and continued to plow her center at a consistent pace. symon wanted to make sure she rode out her orgasm first before he thought of his own pleasure.
With no one interesting enough around to satisfy her needs, Dalisay had not been particularly picky with a partner, yet as attractive as a lot of the group were, she would always go for the top dog. Maybe at some point she'd let herself be shared to get a taste of the rest of them, but for now the mission was to wrap this man around her finger using her body rather happily. In the end the choice had been just right, not only from how good his cock had tasted in her throat but with how perfect of a fit it was for her pussy. Opened her up right away, stretched tight around it but not needing too much time to adjust. Her wetness said it all as it squelched with each thrust, underlining just how much she enjoyed herself if the moans and gasps from constantly parted, plush lips had not been enough. A man who knew what he wanted and took it, who knew to play with her like a toy but not forgetting her pleasure either. Lithe body trembled in a way she had not experienced before nor could control as she was tugged up by her hair, pressed her hips further down his cock to the point of feeling the thick head reach all the way inside to kiss her cervix. A sensation that had eyes roll as words jumbled, the grin to her lips wide with a soundless exclaim. It took a moment of getting used to the overwhelming heat, to let the next orgasm roll through her to be able to respond to him. How much more perfect could this man be? "Fuck yes." What woman didn't love a man who knew to eat her out, even better so after making sure she was well bred to the rim? Somehow now enough men like that around her up until now. More points for Symon, who got her interested enough for her body to bend further. "Use me well, daddy." Making use of their height difference she could twist just enough to catch his lips for a greedy kiss.
seth smiles at the comment but makes no further response — unfortunately, his mind is far too occupied with suppressing both his nervous trembles and his giddy, wired heart that continues to want what it absolutely shouldn’t. this isn’t how he’s meant to feel for someone he works for; he was hired by the security agency to look after nat and ensure his safety, not to develop a silly crush and let it distract him from his actual job. he thinks he’s managing it decently so far, or at least as far as he’s aware, since nat is still perfectly safe and sound under his care. but that ceases to be the case the exact moment nat brings his hand up to rest on his waist — directly over the exposed skin seth had tried so hard to avoid touching in passing while untangling the tight laces of the corset.
“no.” is his curt, swift response before he swallows hard, his entire body tensed up from the sheer shock flooding through his being. his gaze lingers over the deep indents left in nat's skin from the pressure applied by the stays over the long hours, his thumb moving on instinct to smooth over the marks with a gentle, feather-light brush. “just a little red.” and he must be red, too, if his own features show any sign of the overwhelming flusteredness he’s feeling. he had his suspicions before, but he is entirely certain now that the pretty starlet definitely knows about his crush — why else would he be doing this? it is almost as though nat wants him to melt right on the spot and admit the damning affection he’s trying so desperately to conceal. “… should be gone in a few hours max.”
Compared to how hesitant the older man appeared, that touch was oddly tender and comforting, soft caresses that Nat would not have expected to feel. Even more so did it make him want to react only to get more out of the moment, to scope just how much Seth liked him. Yes, it was obvious. But even with liking someone there was distinction of physical desire and genuine interest. At this moment both seemed to be the case, while neither was uninteresting to Nat. No judgement, he was confident about his looks, his body. So if that was all Seth liked it was just as appreciated. To provoke the softest of hisses brushed past his lips in a bit of a moan like the fingers over agitated skin eased it so perfectly. "Are you sure? It feels like it needs to be eased just like that a little more-.." Was it too mean to tease like this? Maybe so. But the model didn't feel too bad about it until the moment he reached down to fixate those hands ever so gently upon his hips all while he turned around. The last thing he had expected was that bashful, reddened expression of the older man. "Phi." Cocky smile washed away immediately as eyes that once were confident seemed a little more soft now. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be mean. I just noticed your eyes on me for a while now..the hot, protective bodyguard looking at me like I'm so precious. I got tempted to test what's behind that." Teeth tugged the corner of his lower lip, head slightly tilted. "Did I take it too far?"
Kit was watching his beautiful boyfriend, excited to know that they would live with one another. Waking up to one another, falling asleep together. It would work for them. He was eager for all the cooking they did, watching movies, doing the dishes. It was just a little like being married, but without that extra step. Which didn't mean that Kit didn't like the idea of marrying Nat. Actually, his obsessed and very possessive self loved tying the other man to himself.
"Pretty neighborhoods?" Kit nodded shortly. "Just keep in mind you have that kinda not so rich boyfriend." His driving jobs didn't bring him that much money, enough to keep himself fed and an apartment paid for, but not.. that much more. He probably wouldn't be able to pay for the amazingly pretty neighborhoods. "I hope we find a pretty enough neighborhood for us to live in. You deserve a very very pretty neighborhood, matching your very pretty pretty looks." He winked at his boyfriend, hand moving to capture his jaw in his hand so he could pull the older male in for a kiss, sighing contently against perfect lips.
"One next step in our perfect life together." He was excited to make these steps with Nat, scrunching up his nose shortly. "We should celebrate that." Another kiss. "Now, tell me, what type of food is amazing for celebrating a step like that?"
"Never mind the money, baby. I need you there with me, that's all." Not everything needed to be expensive, but Nat could manage for the both of them. They deserved a happy, beautiful home with a lot of potential for their future. Maybe some fun renovations, it wouldn't have to be anything fancy. Anything with a roof they could make their home as long as they were together. Fingers reached for his boyfriend as well until his palm brushed into his nape to hold onto, lips stretched into a grin even in their kiss. How could one contain such happiness? Kit was always and would always be everything that Nat desired, his support and love like no other he had ever felt. Already he wanted to map out their future in detail, although often holding himself back just a little knowing their age gap. Maybe what he wanted was not yet on Kit's mind. Even more so was the topic of moving in together appreciated so much, another step that the older man was so happy about. Soon he looked into that pretty face, the scrunch of the nose an invitation he could not resist to kiss it right at the tip. "Any celebration calls for a cake, doesn't it? I wonder though if it's possible to order one at this time..or at all? Does Grab Food offer bakery deliveries?"
"Boring, yes, but effective. You can't be the star of anything if I kill you." He replied in monotone. This was the problem with Dalisay, even when everything was laid out in front of her she never caught on. Sure the sex was great and yeah she'd gotten him hooked but he forgot how flakey she was. It was never black and white with her, she couldn't ever just say yes or no because she had to dance around things to make sure the spotlight stayed on her. Daeho pushed himself back into a standing position and tapped his chin with his index finger as he thought. Maybe killing her wasn't the best option, clearly she didn't care if she was dead. "Well unfortunately my goal was to teach you a lesson in loyalty but during our time apart I forgot that you don't know the definition of that word." He didn't even bother looking in her direction as he spoke, his eyes were too busy glancing around everywhere else.
"Yeah that's nice and all Dali but seeing as how you haven't taken one shred of this seriously I doubt teaching you anything would be beneficial since you don't care." He looked back to her now and sighed. "So if a lesson will teach you nothing and you obviously don't care that you're un-loyal then unfortunately this means I've wasted your time, my time and the time of your devoted fans and manager." He walked across to her and moved to stand behind her. As frustrating as the situation was, Daeho needed to learn an important lesson that only Dalisay could teach him. She did not care what happened to him once she was done with him, so why should he remain so focused on her. He had devoted himself to a woman who ultimately decided that he was no better than garbage.
And yet despite all of this he could not seem to make himself give her up. For a man who makes a living on making sure he is detached from everything and everyone around him it's quite comical that he can't seem to let go of Dalisay. He shudders at the thought of his enemies finding out he can't get over one simple girl, he definitely would lose a lot of the edge that he currently held within his world. He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a semi tight squeeze, it's never easy learning a lesson from someone you believe is not as smart as you but that is the way that life goes. "Let me ask you a question, Dalisay." His hand slid from her shoulder and it felt like his fingertips were on fire in the absence. "Did you enjoy our relationship? You know before I became the sniffling boring nobody that you see before you now?"
Of course she could not take death threats seriously, the security of her contract keeping any of such worldly worries from her mind even if she was not certain about how it worked yet. After all she had not died before in order to test it. Would she want to avoid testing it? Surely, but the more she observed her ex, the more she believed he too would not be able to go through with it. All the threats, all the emotions yet there she still was, unharmed tied to the chair in his home. Sure, she could do with some food but it wasn't like that was the biggest concern in that moment either. Honestly, all her anger was tied to missing her press conference at the moment with enough confidence that management would be looking for her already. So a sigh passed her lips as shoulders eased even with his touch, one so familiar albeit feeling more distant than it had in the past. Was Daeho growing sentimental now? This rollercoster of emotions was hard to take seriously. Although she had nothing better to do so may as well engage him even just a little. "I had a good time, just like you did. I don't engage with people I don't enjoy, remember?" Air was sucked between her teeth in an attempt to keep her eyes from rolling, more softer composure to her previous brattiness. "Listen, who the hell even told you I was bored? You know why I left, I chose my career. You know I'm not the emotional type. What are you so insecure about?" After all he had treated her like a princess back then, anything she wanted she got and she didn't have to fake an orgasm even once. It was a good time, yet in the end his existence was a klutz to her career.
"Do you think, that after all the time I've lived, I'm going to believe any of that?" Her tone was sharp, but calm, almost dangerous, like a hidden blade waiting for the right moment; but it was only a mask to hide the feeling of being used, not that Iris would even admit to something like being hurt. "You didn't need to go through all the trouble, could've just asked me."
"To believe that I could have no bad intentions with you? I would hope that you would give me at least that much grace to consider my explanation." After all he didn't publish any of his notes, they were just jumbled thoughts and random observations, a question thrown in here and there that he had not yet gotten the chance to voice to her. "The opportunity didn't present itself. It would feel out of place to ask you something about your being while we were previously talking about the quality of ingredients at the restaurant." A quiet pause, the calm that he presented in her presence the same one he always held. Even with a sharpness to her tone he did not fret as instead he took one deliberate step closer, just one to not overstep. "Iris." He appealed.
people knew that ashton wasn't the most redeemable soul in the city. he owned a club and that meant having to get into some shady business every now and then. still, when it came to his relationships he had been a good man. that was, up until lucia came into his life. he wanted her in every way possible. he knew that they weren't the type to settle down and be together like a regular couple, so he wasn't going to try and push that. plus, he had a girlfriend already who technically hadn't done anything to turn him off from the relationship. so there he was. having his cake and eating it too. something that he vowed he would put a stop to months ago.
hearing that she didn't start work until the morning was all of the confirmation that he needed. "good. hope they don't think that you're going to show up early this time." he'd keep her there until the last possible second. ashton wrapped his arms around lucia's waist and flipped them over on the sofa. he laid her down on her back, but made sure that his cock never slid out of her core. then, with more of a reach, his mouth wrapped around her hardened nipple. he glanced up at her to the best of his ability as he started to suck on it, softly. then, his hips finally started to grind again, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of her.
Sometimes she wondered what Ashton would do if one day she would not come back, if maybe he would believe she had abandoned him. Maybe he'd be told of her disappearance or even death, believe that it was not out of her own choice. Hopefully such a day was still far in the future, after all she kept a low profile at work for long enough now to not raise suspicions. For as long as that was the case she would return to him, as long as she lived she had realized that her body or maybe even heart craved him like it had not craved anyone before. At this point to went far beyond his touch or the joining of their bodies. The one man whom she'd let hold her this way, the one that got her voice to quiver and moans to be hushed against his skin. While she wasn't too vocal, Ashton was the one to get to hear her voice like no other. "You'll have to keep me here." Walls tightened around him with the flip, like her body refused to let his cock slip out of her as she got comfortable once more. Legs hooked around his waist, kept their bodies as close as possible so his length could reach deep inside of her, brush against her most sensitive spot all while that skilled mouth wouldn't show mercy on her chest until it was tingling sensitively. Nipples were hard against his tongue, his attention sending shivers of pleasure through her whole frame. Eventually Lucia would have to break their eye contact as lashes fluttered, long box braids splayed over the couch pillow as with a pleasant shudder of her body her head tilted back more. Without voicing it much she pressed down on him as walls quivered, her orgasm so close all she did was grasp for Ashton to guide him up into another kiss.
CLOSED STARTER : @sturmboe . FEATURING : yubin moon.
it's been a while since yubin's been home. pulled away by her friend to work security once again. but money was money and damn, was the money good this time. but their heart ached. begged and pleaded with their brain to let them come back. "where's my girl?" yubin calls out into their seemingly empty apartment. knew for a fact it wasn't by the few items of yamini's scattered around. drops their back with a heavy lud to the ground and waits for their lover to make her entrance.
Life felt empty without Yubin, stubborn as Yamini was she knew that reality and was not ashamed to admit that to herself. On the outside she liked complaining about their absence, tease them with suggestive photos and messages to remind the hellhound of everything that she had waiting for her at home. But the cat wasn't naive, she knew there was more to life than sex even if she had no problems being the one providing the money. In the end they could fight about it forever without ever reaching a conclusion so she opted not to bother complaining anymore. Keen ears heard the key turn in the lock which interrupted her bath. Drying off best as she could Yamini slipped on one of her silken robes before she rushed out into the corridor, all complaints forgotten as she jumped up tight into her lover's arms to cling to them.
"thought it would be a good time to test if our beloved chef can work well under stress." is seth's playful retort, having always loved to test his boyfriend's limits and never shying away from showing his brattiest side to nat. he knows that he's embraced for all sides of him, no matter how mischievous and greedy, a privilege that he never thought he'd have the luck to call his own. a soft groan scratches the back of his throat as nat presses his hips against him, a small act of defiance against his shameless teasing. "you're not exactly on your best behaviour either, are you?"
“you’re right.” seth agrees with a smile before he slowly untangles himself from the embrace and moves to put the frozen snacks and drinks into their rightful spots for later consumption. the brands he picked are all nat’s favourites, of course, coupled with a few new items that caught his attention. washing his hands quickly, he dries them with a clean towel hanging on the wall before he sets the table for two, the utensils placed neatly next to the ceramics. “smells great already.” he comments once he’s back to nat’s side again, appreciating the man’s skills in cooking that he can never match up to.
"My only defense, baby. Don't start something you can't finish, hm?" A bit of bratiness right back at his boyfriend since the only self defense in that moment without his hands available was indeed the plush cheeks of ass pressed back at the other. All it would take was a few rolls of them, maybe a wiggle to agitate Seth enough but- dinner was ahead, they could have all the fun later. Sometimes getting some good feed in was a little more important than their never ending desire for one another. One after the other, patience, it will pay off.
A few skilled knife cuts later the dish was finished, now tossed inside the pan a few times for some good color. Rice was finished as well to be arranged on the plate, saucy meat and vegetables placed on top ready to be scooped into their mouths until nothing would be left. "Maybe I'd make a good house husband after all." He found himself joking once his hands were washed, plates in hand to be taken over to the dining table, although on the way there he pressed a kiss to Seth's cheek. "Protein, vitamins and fiber, all that we need for a balanced meal. Hope you like it."
Heat spread as his hands wandered, letting warmth spread deep within her. His actions were a clear answer. Her challenge would be met. Legs wrapped around his waist to keep her hold on him. There was no fear of him dropping her, Raiden never had and never would. Their figures pressed together, reminding her of the early days of their marriage. When there hands were always on each other and guests would be better of asking when to come over. Passion had far from faded, just pushed aside for responsibilities and other things. She grinned, arms tighten around his neck.
Had she known the living room would be used like this against her, she would have redesigned their space to better accommodate their challenge. And yet even then, she wonders if he would have found some other way to inconvenience her. A tongue poked into the side of her mouth after his lips left hers. "Are you ready to lose then?" An empty threat, even emptier as she notices the movement of his hands. Hae-Yeon knew she had little chance to win from the start, and that little chance was already escaping from her grasp. "Fuck," fingers tighten their grip on his shoulders for a moment, getting caught off guard. No warning, no prior notice, no fair game. She can hardly be upset when she's the one who brought light to the challenge. She just hoped for more of a fair starting point. Hae-Yeon pulls her face back, arching a brow, "how sneaky of you. I'm not fully sure I can." She still attempts to lean back to reach, trying to ignore his big fingers deep in her folds. Ignore the desire to move her hips. Hae-Yeon takes a shaky breath, gaze returning to him. "Won't you let me have the remote?"
"Ever the confident, that's my wife." A challenge was a challenge yet Raijin had never claimed to be one to play fair, even if his love would always be given more grace than any actual conflict. In the end it was a silly thing between them with the ultimate goal being pleasure rather than winning. Which did not mean that the challenge was taken lightly, clear with his his fingers got comfortable within her, welcomed by that familiar heat that was only a preview of what was expected when their bodies became one. Fingers remained calm for more of the moment, simply stroked within her a few times when the movement of her body did the most of the agitation, one that he watched with amusement that was dipped in desire, a spark in dark eyes. Lips could hardly leave her, even as the kiss broke they wandered to her neck where the wonderful scent of her perfume intensified to play with his mind, his kisses softened by a satisfied hum. "Should I? Maybe that could be fair once." Although he hardly wanted to let her go, yet the actual challenge could not start unless she selected a movie, an action requiring the remote as well as being able to watch the screen. Playfully disgruntled his fingers slipped from her, eased their touch enough to have Hae-Yeon turn, albeit his break was brief. Like this she would able to settle against his hips, feel his desire for her in form of his bulge pressed to her. Raiden was not leaning back to relax, those hands still on her thighs to stroke underneath the skirt of her dress, feel the warm, soft insides of her thighs while his lips mouthed along her shoulder. Slowly his palms wandered up, felt the length of her torso, over her soft chest with a light squeeze but not remaining there. Feeling her every inch as if to memorize it all in detail. Eventually there was a pull to the zipper on the side of the garment, opening it up so once she was satisfied with her choice she could slip out of it for him.
she listens to him speak once again, taking in his words while considering her own response to him carefully. he has spoken nothing but plainly with her the entire time he has been here and she appreciates that — especially when she's been surrounded by those who wish to spin half truths or sugar coat things. if there is one thing, she absolutely despises when others don't speak the truth or aren't blunt-slash-direct with her. especially in uncertain times like these — where the tides can change at any given moment. daenerys is no longer a child and doesn't like being treated like she can't make decisions for herself based on words spoken to her.
"curiosity is nothing bad to have, ser," the dragon queen finally answers, a small smile appearing on her lips as she looks over at him briefly then back out at the skies. her dragons letting out occasional roars as they continuously circle the island and relishes in the sight. "in fact, i think a healthy curiosity is a good way to see how things will play out so no, i don't think i could hate you for that. besides," she pauses, turning to face the immortal with the smile still on her lips. "aside from my dragons, your word and loyalty is worth a thousand times that of my council's and my army's loyalty, if i may be honest."
"Me over your council and your army? Curious. Consider me charmed, your highness. If you may elaborate, I would certainly appreciate polishing my ego to have such trust from the queen." In the end trust a god was like trust uncertain water which could turn against you when you least expect it. Maybe humanity had forgotten such now that a lot of them were being led astray by false prophets, yet Phobos was not here to deceive. His cards were on the table along with the decision to not interfere too much in this conflict. The fates would have his head for it if he did, an imbalance in the universe shall he lift a single finger in aid. Powers kept to himself, only a keen eye for details that would translate into whispered advise to the one and only Daenerys. Whether there would be victory or failure was in the hands of the mortals alone. On a more selfish note, the undead being on the rise have had him want to reach out to his uncle Hades, if one were to use human terms for their blood relations. Something he did not attempt yet. "Because I hold you in equally high regard I must warn you not to underestimate the pain of loss, a kind of pain that in war exceed any loss you've felt ever before. One I could not take relieve you from."
a quiet chuckle escapes the fox's lips at dalisay's words but she isn't wrong — in either aspects. is it twisted? yes. in many, many ways. not normal by human standards and thankfully he isn't human and she is, while human, bound by a contract to a demon. "i'd still let you work, song bird. i'm not that cruel," jinsu answers her, examining her face and noting the dying defiance in her eyes, and a small smirk slowly appearing on his lips. soon, she would be within his grasp, and all without him having to barely use any of his will on her. "however, you must either let me come with you or you come straight back here after every event. does that sound fair, my darling?"
In the end she had horrible taste in men for a reason, because his demands had her blood pressure rise for all the wrong reasons. Despite tension in her jaw the grin curled to her lips was genuine, even if her body had been leaned back against the wall he had her trapped to, it now leaned forward into him some more, palm pressed to his chest where nails curled. In the end he could not own her, not fully, they both knew so yet it was still a fun game of cat and mouse. "Didn't I just tell you to come along, hm? Always need it to be your own idea." But she wasn't upset, she liked having him around, she'd feel even sexier on stage if she got to meet his eyes in the first row. "Deal. Happy?"
dali, dali, dali-say~ she loves a woman with motivation and passion. but the allure that she casts, it's not quite human, is it? that's the catch, the rue, the thing that draws her in! "what, and do you protest? that's what you want, isn't it? people to be DEVOTED to you. to see you as beloved, as the centre of their worlds..." her fingers tip, toe, creep along her arm, fingertips sneaking along her collarbone next, the perfect dips and hollows of it all. that's the problem when dealing with creatures who had traded parts of their soul and their muchness without realizing what the cost might play out to look like in the long run.
alice, in PURGATORY. and dali? well. she's figuring that part out.
"it's not about advantage, or disadvantage~ thinking like that will lose you more than opportunities, you know~" the words sing-song off of the tip of her tongue, leaning closer as she'll pulled right in. it's a spell! magic! everything about her felt engineered to make a point, perfection, drawn to such a dangerous edge. "you don't want it fought for, though~ because so many people would ride to war. the thing is you want what you CAN'T HAVE, and perhaps that's the thing that burns you the most, because when it's easy, none of it feels real anymore. is it you? is it what you've done to find yourself in these upper echelons? ohhh, does it burn you to know that you can no longer tell the difference?"
nosing that spot at the crux of her neck, alice GRINS, letting her nails sink into softer flesh, a promise, a mark, but none like the devil. "i'm only interested on what you have happening inside~ the storm, everything you're holding back. you're so beautiful, but dali-baby, so are so many people. but you've done something to make sure you're not as replaceable, haven't you? but the world's made currency out of beautiful women, and it's meant to be spent. i'm just trying to fight for your soul, here~ don't get it wrong. i have a feeling that beneath all the paint you've applied overtop, oh baby, you must be a shining, diamond girl."
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What felt like seduction also felt dangerous, like the point of a knife was drawn right along her throat to have her shiver. A similar reaction to how Alice drew her in, touched her yet Dalisay would never flinch away. For a while her breath was drawn, observant doe eyes watched Alice closely before lips stretched to their usual smile. Soon enough the blonde would feel the vibration in the singer's chest as laughter filled the fitting room. "If people hear you talking they'll badmouth you again. I don't think you're crazy Alice, but you sure would make a great comedienne." Without another hesitation she stroked a long strand of hair behind the other woman's ear, head tilted in to look at her closer. "Whatever secrets am I hiding, what about yours? Prying into people like this, is that what they call compensation?" Fingers then tapped up Alice's chin, eyes looking into hers from one to the other as if to gauge the moment before she took it upon herself to steal a kiss. "You're my favorite, baby. Don't exhaust my patience though, I don't want to have to look for a replacement." Curiosity could be fun, prying into the depths of her sins though was more than just brazen or a play with fire, it could easily make the singer wish to cut all ties. Regardless how interesting the blonde was, it could easily tip into discontent.
So..my physical and mental health took a nose dive but I'm hoping to slowly cope with what's happening and be back to writing 🫶
He's so beautiful I'm unwell 🖤
seth is taken by surprise by the request — not one he typically hears as a bodyguard — but it doesn’t appear he has much of a choice, does he? the styling team has already left given how late the event ran, leaving seth as the only one still in nat’s presence. not that he has much of a chance of ever saying no to nat about anything, he thinks, not when the model possesses the prettiest smile known to mankind and an infectious kind of liveliness to match. “yeah… sure.” seth takes a few strides toward the man, trying to contain his nerves the best he can, but there’s something inherently maddening about being this close to the man he’s trying so hard not to develop a crush on. he fears, however, it might already be too late.
“not sure i know what i’m doing, though, but i’ll give it my best shot.” and he does, holding his breath as he tries to work out the intricate knots tied by the professionals, his movements incredibly careful so he won’t cause even a hint of discomfort. his heart, however, is much less graceful, stumbling within his chest every time his knuckles graze against nat’s soft, bare skin in passing. his gaze tries not to cling to the tempting sight in front of him, but it’s near impossible not to appreciate the lean, beautiful muscles right in his proximity. “must’ve been a handful putting this on, huh?” it is his last ditch attempt at casual conversation, right before his mental capacity is taken up entirely by the agonising task of untying the corset while trying not to melt on the spot.
Some people's entire inner workings could be read through their expressions, the kind that Nat had never thought Seth could be. Yet there he was with utter certainty looking the other over and feeling as though he knew what he was thinking. And it wasn't the first time either, just the first time that the model had decided to finally act on it. Like proving a theory with whatever resulted of it. Every brush of fingers against his skin felt startling, more to the bodyguard than Nat himself but that very reaction was then what startled him in the best possible way. Because even though the other was behind him undoing the bindings, he was certain that he got the reaction he had been waiting for. Which made Nat sound meaner or more cunning than he actually was. It was just that he had found himself enjoying the man's attention, something that had him grow greedier by the day. "All the credit goes to my team, all I did was stand around trying not to faint." Credit where credit was due although the remark was adorable, Seth seeming to be trying to make small talk while now the smooth flesh of the model was bared before him, some markings left behind where the corset had applied its pressure, all the way down to the scars from his spinal surgery. "It just burns a bit now, a little tense where it cut into my sides. I don't know how women did this in the victorian ages." Without hesitation he reached for one of the hands that had helped him out, so casually guided it up to his waist with one of the pressure marks. An invitation to touch him, an excuse. "Does it look gnarly?"
