#campbellerik

[mafiaxmalachi]

@campbellerik​

Sitting at the bar at one of the clubs, Malachi had been looking around, curious and eager to see if there was anyone here he could see using as a living and breathing dildo - so far, most of them had just been cock-warmers, but he was getting an itch to fuck himself on some lucky boy’s pole. But he knew that it couldn’t just be any ol’ cock, either, and only the best would do. As he was searching, though, he noticed a familiar figure and he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

Pulling the cigarette from his lips, he walked over towards Erik with a smirk as he stared at him. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here, Erik. Find any good tits to suck lately?”

[christiancopeland]

@campbellerik​

After a long afternoon in the sauna, Christian returned to his room with a note on his bed, alerting him that his presence was requested by a certain Erik Campbell. Who was Erik Campbell? Why does he want to see me? With the other’s room number and contact information provided to him, though, he figured he owed the other his attention, and promptly went off to to get to the bottom of things when he dressed.

When he locates Erik’s door, he knocks, waiting for an answer... and then he’s greeted by one hell of a handsome face. Most surprising of all, the man —presumably Erik— seemed to be about a decade younger than himself, leading to even more confusion. But alas, time for Christian to put on another performance of confidence.

“Hi, Erik? Erik Campbell? The front desk said you were looking for me. I wasn’t sure if they’d made a mistake with the message, since I don’t believe we’ve met, but... hello,” he says, offering a firm handshake for the other to accept. “I’m Christian Copeland... but you clearly already know that.”

His tone is equal parts charming and shaky; he feels like he’s in trouble for something, but can’t for the life of him figure out for what, or why.