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[aworldofplayers]

@aphroditesboys based on THIS

Carl knew that choosing his shadow was something special. This was the man who was his sword guard and shield, always protecting him, always at his beck and call. He had waited longer than many others, had made sure to choose carefully and not impulsively by looks alone. He knew that for a lot of nobles, the looks of their shadow was paramount, considering they were more than just guards, a shadow became an extension of their master, and so it was only natural to claim all of them. Their soul as much as their body, and so he was sitting there, lips wandering over exposed skin while he felt the way his hard dick was bouncing between his legs, precum leaking as the thought of all the wonderful things he could do with his shadow tonight.

"So perfect. My sword and shield. My shadow", he moaned against the other's skin before he kissed up his chest and neck, moving up even further so his shadow had his long and thick dick right in his face.

"Open your mouth and be a good boy. It's time to worship all of your new master"

[herosluts]

@aphroditesboys asked B 25 - for whoever you want (From Tommy Maximoff)

Jean was supposed to be doing his best to getting to know the other mutants, or supers, that were running around that were similar in age to him since jumping from the past-to-present and being stuck here. Living in modern times was liberating, considering the year he came from, and when a handsome boy like Tommy Maximoff flirted with you, you flirted back. And hard.

Hard enough that Jean was whimpering loudly, feeling strong hands on his hips as he basically sat on his new best friend ever's face, grinding his tight, pink hole back against the tongue that was doing wonders to him, making his mind already so wobbling with pleasure. "You're--using your speed, aren't you? That is unreal.." He didn't know, truly, Tommy could just be that good.

[mythicalmen]

for @aphroditesboys who wanted: 45 from this meme (tonyxpeter)

Part of Peter couldn't really believe he was in this position, of course he'd thought about it alone in his bedroom when nobody could see his shame or a that he had a thing for his mentor. Yet this wasn't a fantasy or some dream, the feel of the ground against his knees made that clear. Those fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, as Tony guided the younger hero to take down his cock inch by inch as Peter did everything he could to do this right. Muffled moans, gags and spluttered filled the space as Spider-Man continued to worship the older man's cock as best he could.

His dazed, doe eyes dares looked up at the man before him and felt a flush on his cheeks growing brighter at just the sight of Tony like this and in such a state. So many questions spun in Peter's head about what this was or why...but for the moment they were drowned out by just the want, the need to be good for Tony.

[bratxprincexlestat]

❝ you’ve stolen my heart, the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it " From Louis de Pointe du Lac

it's all about the yearning ;; @aphroditesboys

Lestat’s laughter was soft, curling from his lips like smoke, as though Louis’s words had been a gift wrapped in velvet. He stepped closer, eyes gleaming with that dangerous delight, and tilted his head as if savoring the confession because Louis has admitted the theft. For Lestat, that’s victory.

"Enfin, you confess it! Your heart is mine, and you demand my plans for it? You admit it belongs to me?" His hand hovered near Louis’ chest, not touching, but claiming all the same. "What do I intend to do with it?" His tone shifted, velvet sharpening into steel. "I will keep it, torment it, worship it. I will never give it back." The words were theatrical, a crown upon his arrogance, yet beneath them pulsed something raw an ache he could not disguise, a need for Louis to chase away this dreadful loneliness. His smile faltered for a heartbeat and in that flicker of sincerity he would confess.

"Without your heart, Louis, I am nothing but dust and silence."

[mythicalmen]

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Casey was fairly used to his share of fans and men who vied for his attention. It's just what happened when you were the favourite dancer in a successful club like this. Sometimes he'd accept a drink from them (that he made sure the bartender made in front of him) or a flirty comment or two but not much more. Then he had shown up.

Casey hadn't seen him around before as a regular, only a couple of times this week where he'd ordered a drink and gotten one of the best booths and watched Casey dance. But this time had been different, this time he'd come up to Casey afterwards. The man was undeniably gorgeous, a striking mix of beautiful and handsome with an air of confidence about him that was undeniable. Casey had planned to treat him like any other fan, he'd flirt a little and maybe kiss his cheek or accept a drink and that be it.

Yet here he was, dancing with him rather intimiately in the middle of the club. Feeling those hands on his hips, moving up his back and feeling those lips against his ear and then on his neck as this whole dancing started to cross the line into something far more...intimiate, if not downright sexual. Casey should stop this, he really should yet instead he found himself at best just gripping the man's wrist and letting out a shaken. "Feeling...bold aren't we?" He'd remark, flicking his tongue across his lips. "Not sure this place allows sex in the middle of the dancefloor, plus I tend not to play around with fans..."

[forfoxsake]

@aphroditesboys - continued from here

Zee could tell which twin wanted what—just as he knew who'd paid for tonight's session. Rían had to play his part. He wasn't paying for sex; he was paying for power. And what better way to flex that muscle than to buy some flesh and treat it as he owned it? Whatever, Zee knew how to make him feel like he was getting his creds worth.

Zee ignored Rían's question and got to his feet. There wasn't anything to report, at least not yet, too many ears in this place. Clouds could be like that, although given the premium the boys had to pay for this package and the room. It was guaranteed to be the only place in all of Night City that wasn't bugged. Still, it never hurt to be careful.

With two slow strides, he closed in on Liam without hesitation, not even giving Rían time to process it. Grabbing Liam by his hand, Zee led him to sit on that luxurious silk-sheeted bed and then swung one leg over to straddle him. "Everyone knows if you want the juice, you have to squeeze the fruit." Zee's grin was all charm as he leaned into Liam's space, brushing his lips just behind his ear. "That's what they tell me anyway, never done that before." It was all an act, a little theater for Rían. Making sure to catch Rían's gaze over Liam's shoulder as he ran his hands through Liam's hair.

"But if you want to talk biz then...you've got options, but they all end up with me there with you," Zee murmured against Liam's neck, letting his lips barely graze his skin. "Option A, some Arasaka suit is pissing off his competition, someone with deeper pockets. Needs to have an unfortunate accident."

He shifted just enough that he could see Rian's face, making it clear that this show was for him. "Option B," he continued, "there's this Militech shipment coming through the badlands tomorrow. Lots of valuable hardware. Gonna take more hands on deck though. But both jobs have solid payouts."

He didn't look away from Liam's eyes, but he knew Rían would be watching, knew Rían would want control, want to feel like he was calling all of this. That's why Zee made Liam his focal point.

Zee reached over to the nearby nightstand, taking out four data shards, two for each job. He placed them on the bed before leaning towards Liam, his lips so close that they barely brushed together, enough to make it look real for Rían, but just shy of actually crossing that line. "Take your pick. Or maybe you'd like me to pick for you." It was all about keeping up appearances.

[ragtagrunaways]

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In Declan's defence, this was entirely Theo's fault. The other man had decided to try and poke some fun at him over something stupid, and that absolutely meant he had to get revenge. Not that Theo seemed to mind getting in to this position for his friend, if anything the other had seemed pretty eager for it. There'd always been that little underlying tension, friends for years but never quite getting in to this territory. Not until now, at least, his hand wrapped firm around the other's impressive length. Twink was definitely swinging a weapon around, but Declan didn't seem daunted at all. Working along the other's length, no need to rush when he could feel how responsive Theo was being.

"See, I'm kinda torn. It'd be fun just making you bust like this." Hand going, and going, until he cold feel the other getting c;oser and closer to the edge... and then he let go. Leaving the other's impressive piece throbbing there in the air. "Or I just have some fun keeping you riiiight on the edge of it."

[comiiical]

@aphroditesboys

"This hits hard," Keith let the heavy fluid pass his throat. Probably not in the best of interests to have drunk that drink but it felt correct to not throw it away. "Why does people say wine doesn't age bad? This feels like I am drinking blood." He complained, pouring more, because he was not going to throw it.