#casblatt

[whyctt-blog]

The aftermath is when Wyatt takes the time to catch his breath. His chest is still heaving a bit irregularly a whole five minutes after the fact, and his limbs are relaxed, skin tingling pleasantly. A light sheen of sweat coats his body, sticking his hair to his temples, his forehead. Wyatt shifts, tangling the sheets around his bare body, and dark eyes focus on Cas’s face. He’s on the phone right now, talking work that Wyatt isn’t particularly interested in. He wants to go again, or to cuddle, or something, but instead he’s just being ignored.

A slightly pouting look settles onto his features, and Wyatt wiggles himself close, until he’s pressed against the other person’s side. Gently, he moves until he can rest his head in his lap, reaching up to touch his face, and then the phone gripped in his hand.

“Pay attention to me. // @casblatt

[axrelio]

@casblatt​.

CLOSED.

   it honestly shouldn’t surprise him anymore, seeing caspar’s hand extended, bills at the ready between his fingertips. it’s practically the only way he sees caspar, really, or it would be if he had anything to say about it. avoiding the flirtatious regular outside of work hours is the best chance elio has of up-keeping his self-imposed rule not to take things too far with a customer. it isn’t for any moral disinclination towards sex outside of the workplace but, rather, a necessary compartmentalizing that keeps the two facets of his life completely separate. caspar just happens to be someone he dabbles with both day and night which is a dangerous game for elio to allow. knowing it’s not just a simple tip he’s being given, aurelio turns a coy glance at the familiar face, arching a brow with a practiced nonchalance. deft fingers pluck the wad of cash from his patron, tucking it under the strap of the rather useless suspenders clipped to his tiny shorts. there’s a thrill to it all, knowing he can be looked at but not touched. he does the touching, thank you very much. his hands grip the back of the cushy arm chair caspar has selected and he effortlessly positions his body close enough to tease without missing a single beat of the music. there are some obligatory catcalls and what elio likes to think of as wistful sighs as he leans down to let his attention fixate on the highest bidder. “what will it be today then, gorgeous?” he drawls, letting his accent come on thicker than usual. the glittering smirk remains firmly in place, a testament to the control he has over this situation despite the way immediate adrenaline races through his heart.