#damianbyrd

[patrickxpearson]

@damianbyrd

London. Someone was far away from home – but then again, so was Patrick. There would be time to ask all the curious little questions. The reasons why one would come to the Haus, whether they were a client or staff. For now, the southerner allowed the music to fill the silence between them as he enjoyed the tantalizing friction between their bodies. It reminded him of two serpents tangling around one another in the most sensual and mesmerizing of ways. They both wanted something. And considering where they were and what everyone was doing, it wasn’t that hard to take a wild guess at what the man locked on his embrace wanted. Patrick could feel those defined muscles against his own body. The curious touch exploring his chest and abs – alongside the hardened crotch rubbing against his own. Nothing like some close-quarters dance to get someone irrevocably hard. Such an easy way to fish someone. Then again… the party was designed for that. To let everyone relax and enjoy their time. To find someone to spend some quality time with and if they were lucky – have someone between their legs before the night was over. “I don’ compliment boys.” Patrick was quick to correct the other man as he leaned down to brush his lips over his – yet another carefully devised distraction in order to slip his hand past the waistband of the speedos so that he could feel the smooth skin of the dancer’s buttocks against the palm of his hand. “I compliment men. No one has time for boys, darlin’. I don’ like teachin’ them new tricks.” His blue eyes narrowed at that lovely curse that sounded like music to his ears. Nothing like a strong curse laced with a lovely accent to nearly make him purr in response. “Yer’ a really gorgeous man, sugar.” Their bodies continued to move. Hips rolling against hips – the friction between their crotches enough to spark some level of arousal out of the personal trainer. Not that he minded. He wanted for the mysterious dancer to feel him hardening against his own crotch. To summon all the improper thoughts of all the things they could end up doing. “So… tell me.” Patrick hummed gently as he leaned in, brushing his scruff over the smooth skin of the other man’s cheek while teasingly brushing his middle finger over the crack of the dancer’s ass – dangerously close to his clenching hole. “What brings such a fine specimen of a man like ye’ here? Other than sex, obviously…”

[renanxcarvalho]

"Damian was just going to hold up a coin with a smirk. "Give me the horniest lapdance you can, pretty boy"

"A lap dance?" Renan couldn't help but laugh as he thought about it, "don't think I have ever given a lap dance," horny or otherwise, granted he'd seen them performed on others (and secretly it'd be known that he'd had some performed on him as well). "What if I fail miserably?" He asked, unable to keep that blush from creeping on his cheeks at the mere thought of messing up during a performance? "How about you change it up to something I am much more confident with...?" He knew it was a tricky situation, turning down a dance, but offering up something in return.

[atreuschloros]

Come on pretty boy, give me a strip show and a lapdance for a coin.

"Demanding, you're lucky you're so hot." Marcus told the other, before he was taking the coin from him, then pushing Damian back to sit on a chair. "Strip show or lap dance first?"

[nathanxcline]

How about a strip show for a coin, pretty boy? Or a chance to come over those lips. I'm not picky.

"Strip?" Nathan clarified, looking down at his outfit that only consisted of bright green short shorts and a bunch of strings of shamrock beads. "I mean, you kind of got that for free already." A smirk rode over his lips as he hooked a thumb into the elastic waistband and tugged them down just enough to be short of obscene. "I'm game for anything you want, baby."

[xvictordangelox]

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Ooof daddy

The staff member had been walking out of the water and onto the sandy shore when he heard the comment made by the other, and he immediately turned to see who it was - if only so he best knew how to respond. Seeing that it was a client, the staff member could only smile lightly as a brow arched up. “You see something you like, sir?” Was it flirting? Perhaps, but part of Victor’s job - when he wasn’t ensuring the safety of staff and client alike - was to make sure that the clients saw this as the paradise it truly was.

[nathanxcline]

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Nathan listened to him talk, letting that accent lull him into a sense of calm that he didn't have before. He almost forgot about his minor injury altogether. "I assure you, I'm far from castle. Not even manor or estate. But I'm also not a bad boy." He made air quotes around the words bad boy to convey that he was talking about the trope of a bad boy. He wasn't a trouble maker or someone that went around looking for fights. This was an accident and that's what made it so much more embarrassing. "I'm glad you like it. At least I got something out of this whole mess." And then Damian mentioned that imagery and Nathan's cheeks heated up. He wasn't much of a visual blusher, but the idea of taking on a gang of men in that way was almost enough to bring up color under his tanned skin. "Right, I'll definitely do that." He nodded, biting his bottom lip. He wasn't expecting this level of wit when Damian sat down, but he couldn't complain. The other's cheeky attitude was doing a lot to distract him.

"Nathan." He replied, swallowing down his growing intrigue. "It's nice to meet you, you know, past a quick kiss under the mistletoe." Of course Nathan remembered that. It was hard to forget someone so pretty and outspoken. He hadn't gotten his name back then, though. And it was certainly a pleasure to do so now. "What do you recommend for the healing process of a bruised face and a bruised ego?"

[anderskarlsson]

Well, fuck me, Daddy. Aren't you just fucking perfection.

It comes out of nowhere though it’s not unwelcome. The Captain looks around at first, but I suppose he’s the only Daddy around. Probably for miles. Goddamn twink harem for the most part. In any case—

“Why, thank ya, now, boy.” Shoulders high, hand on his belt line. “Y’had me at fuck me.” He jokes with a chuckle and a tilt of the head up in his direction.

[thomasxking]

"It's rather nice of you guys to shell out for the fancy mistletoe. Very classy. " Damian pointed out with a little wave of his hand up at the door frame as he dropped against it with his teasing, little smirk.

The whole mistletoe thing had been fun for a bit but what started as a joke was now becoming an annoyance in Thomas' eyes. These little bitches who barely even spoke to him for some reason were now looking for the perfect excuse to go for a lip lock. And all because of those damn mistletoe branches that were now scattered around the Haus. "You're expecting a kiss because of it?" Kisses under the mistletoe didn't necessarily translate into a fucking kissing booth. One had to respect tradition but Thomas had to make his annoyance heard and felt since everyone was making the most of it. "You'd probably lack the balls to ask me for a kiss under normal circumstances and now you attempt to steal a kiss due to the whole mistletoe business?"

A faint sigh abandoned Thomas' lips as he rolled his eyes - pulling Damian close by the collar of his shirt before kissing the client fully and roughly - giving absolutely zero shits if the kiss was a tad rougher than expected. There was no rule about how the kiss should be given. A peck, a quick one, a long one, a rough one... Either way, Thomas sank his teeth into Damian's bottom lip as he pulled away, slowly dragging his tongue over his own lips as he was now done. "Next time, try without the mistletoe. That's a fucking cheap trick. Dismissed."