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“You’re BOSSY tonight,” he responds, though there’s no chance in hiding the fact that wildly turns him. Dominant bottoms always provided a good time. Next, Dyson rips open his shirt then picks the man up by gripping his ass, HOOKS his legs around his waist and carries him to the bedroom as their tongues fight for dominance in each other’s mouths.

Clarence didn’t see himself as bossy. He just knew what he wanted! Was that really such a bad thing? Especially since Dyson himself didn’t seem to mind much. Two dominant personalities shouldn’t gone together as well as theirs did — it was like they defied the natural order of things together. 

“You better pay to replace this shirt, asshole,” Clarance purrs, hooking his legs around his lover’s waist as they carried themselves to the bed, mouths plastered against the other like they couldn’t care less about breathing. When Clarance lands with a thud on the mattress, he wastes no time removing the surviving vestiges of his expensive shirt, waiting for Dyson to do the rest. “Think you can get my pants off without ruining them, stud?”

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@dyscn wants some milo x.

‘ i didn’t think i’d be seeing you again for a while. ’ milo perches on the windowsill, sparking up a cigarette as dyson lets himself in to the teen’s apartment. he doesn’t avert his gaze from the city lights outside, only registering the man’s reflection in the glass pane. ‘ i don’t blame you. ’

[musepride]

hi there! dyson would like to be the city's police department lgbtqi+ liaison officer - he'll also be marching with the police float as well. shoutout to other rainbow cops out there !! come join the float !!

ACCEPTED.  thank you!

apologies for the delay with responding to this. while we are aware of calls for no cops at pride irl as well as issues surrounding the american police force and their relationship with the public, we must admit that neither of us are americans and so know little nor did we know how to handle this at first. we have reached out to american friends to ask them how they feel about cops at pride but have had little success, for one reason or another. if any american rpers would like to help us understand, we would be grateful.

also, we must acknowledge that in our own countries (the uk), as well as other european countries, there is less tension. our police forces often join in in the festivities, including the wearing of rainbow flags in any fashion, and don’t appear to be met with resistance (as far as we are personally aware). 

this all pertains to irl, of course... for this event, i think a safe middle ground for all would be to allow cops that identify as lgbt+ themselves or are otherwise a blatant, proven ally. obviously no ic brutality or other negativity will be allowed nor is the harassment or shunning of those wishing to participate in the event as an lgbt+ cop. if anybody witnesses this occur, let us know immediately so that we may take action. we must stress that we intend for this event to be safe, positive, and comfortable for all participants and thus it seeks only to mirror the positive experiences at and feelings in attending pride.

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Grant glanced down at the hand atop his thigh, before breathing in sharply and lifted his gaze to meet Dyson’s. This was a very bad idea indeed, a man who belonged to a unique group of beings, and another man who, in the past, had hunted down their kind. Yet there they were. Two good men in extraordinary worlds brought together in the most unexpected way. 

The other man was not wrong. Grant had been fighting this for days now, fighting the obvious tension between them that he was struggling to resist now that they were so damn close... 

“I do...” The whispered words had barely left his mouth before he gave a physical confirmation alongside the verbal one, leaning in and pressing dried lips against Dyson’s.

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@dyscn smashed the heart for a short starter || accepting

“You’re a brute”, Nathan said reproachfully as he turned in front of the mirror, counting the bruises and bite marks. “Look at this. It’s a mess.” He didn’t seem aware that he was smiling.

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Moved over from Discord || With @dyscn​ 

It wasn't uncommon for the detective to find himself in the lower district. Some called it the home of the city's seedy underbelly- sex workers, drug dealers, petty criminals. A neighbourhood of real hard knocks. A real shitty dump, if you asked some. Others saw it as a place to make a living. He had decided to make an unprompted welfare check on one of his ex-informants when, upon leaving, he spotted a kid in a hooded jacket being followed by a shadowy figure down a side alley. The cop in him told him to check it out so he crossed the street and stealthily entered the alley. He sighed when he saw the kid on his knees on front of the other man, sucking him off hastily.  The guy called out angrily once he noticed he had been spotted but fled when Dyson flashed his badge. The kid tried to make a run for it too but tripped over a pallet and went head over into a like of garbage bags. "Come on, get up." He pulled him up by his arm and got him standing.

"Fuck." Murphy sighed, getting his feet under himself and rubbing the back of his hand under his nose and over his mouth as he pulled it back again, "Think I can persuade you to not bring me in? No money actually changed hands." He worked his tongue around his mouth and spat on the ground near them, "Which means I just wasted some of my best work on him for nothing. I needed that fifty bucks for groceries."

The kid was no amateur since he was right about one thing. No money was changed hands so he couldn't legally get him on prostitution. The worst he could do for the kid for would be public lewdness. A simple Class B misdemeanor. And really, more hassle than anything considering the paperwork. He rubbed his beard and sighed. He was even too tired to give a shit. "Go on," he said to him, letting go of his arm so he could walk off. Just as the kid turned away to wall off, he spotted a wallet on the ground and picked it up. It belonged to the horny gentleman who Dyson had scared off. "Wait," he said. "Here." He took the cash from inside, about ninety bucks, and handed it to the kid before slipping the wallet into his jacket pocket (he'd give it to one of the clerk's at the station so the gentleman could collect it--along with a warning, of course, and perhaps a pamphlet on safe sex). "For your groceries."

Even in the shady as hell neighbourhood that Murphy had made his home, cops that would look the other way were few and far between. He hadn't expected that to work but he would have kicked himself for not trying it. He blinked in surprise when he was let go, but only for a second, he wasn't going to give the cop a chance to change his mind. Turning to leave, he resigned himself to finding another john and having to perform his favourite act on someone who he didn't really want to perform it on. But he'd lost his latest job a couple of weeks ago and hadn't managed to find another yet and picking packets only got you so much around here and he couldn't get over to the better parts of town to find a decent mark without enough money to get gas. If he and Mbege wanted to eat this week, he needed to get someone else to pay him. At the wait, he froze and rolled his eyes, wishing he'd decided to run as soon as he'd been let go, even with his knees still protesting kneeling on the cold floor. Looking back over his shoulder, he raised an eyebrow at the offer and his thin lips twisted sardonically, "Never gonna turn down free cash." He answered, sticking the money into his jeans pocket. "Saves me from trying to find another best in a bad lot to make sure I can eat." Running a hand through his hair, he pulled his hood back up and looked the older man up and down, "Though, I gotta admit, I'd do you for free." He smirked, turning to leave again and torn between wanting to be stopped again and not wanting to, he didn't know if the offer would be taken well or if he'd be getting arrested again.

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“I will be chasing a starlight until the end of my life, I don't know if it's worth it anymore.”