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[roccothewop]

'I want the K'

SEND ME ‘I WANT THE K’ AND I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER (NSFW VERSION)

3. Licking whipped cream off body

Rocco had spent the time after work making an extravagant dinner, one in which he’d only spoken to Heath about. Always he’d planned to make him one, but this time was different. He wanted to impress the man, very much so, in fact he was convinced he’d started to gather the slightest bit of a crush on the other man.

He’d been decorating the cannoli’s with a dollop of whipped cream he’d made when Heath came in, course he’d just been startled an in the act had flung some unsuspecting whipped cream at him. A smile is offered as he closes the space between them, “Fuck! Sorry about that fuckin’ shit,” a chuckle as the Italian leans in, nose nuzzles against the scruff against Heath’s jaw, tongue quickly laps out to gather the sweet white cloud from the mans skin. Softly sucking his flesh into his mouth, wanting to give Heath something to look forward to, if not just to keep the sticky pastry filling off him.

[roccothewop]

[text] Come over in the next 5 minutes, or not at all.

SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING TEXTS TO SEE HOW THEY REACT:

{ text: Heath } How tha fuck am I supposed t’ do if I’m halfway tha fuck across town?{ text: Heath } You should really plan those fuckin’ threats out accordingly.{ text: Heath } ……{ text: Heath } Fuck! { text: Heath } FINE!{ text: Heath } I’m outside don’t get your fuckin’ panties in a twist ya sour fuck.{ text: Heath } P.S: I bought your favorite fuckin’ ice cream so come on out if you don’t want it t’ fuckin’ melt. 

[skogstrom]

"He sends me here, all the way across the ocean to look after something so small. It figures; Desmond never did know more than destruction. He made you sound like you were some grand beacon anyone could find, but here you are. A George who looks like every other George."

            It’s the name  DESMOND  that gets  his  attention,  makes George            bristle and threaten to snap at a perfect stranger.  Well, not perfect.            The guy knows his  real name as  well as Liam’s.  Maybe the name            isn’t as much  a  secret as  he thought. There’s no telling how long            the cleaner’s been around people like this –  brash and cold and a            little more honest than Rat cares to deal with right now.                             “ Yeah? Try telling him that. Fuck knows                                he wouldn’t listen to me. ”

[roccothewop]

{ Hired Help \\ Closed }

Well this was a fucking first. He’d been hired out to bodyguard first for another fucking mafia type in the depths of Boston, bodyguard being a loose fucking term for what he’d really done. But now he was being pimped out to keep someone company? What in the fuck was happening with the Italian fucking Mafia these days!? Though, despite being tossed around like Yakavetta’s little fucking prostitute, going this way and that, to whomever the highest fucking bidder was. He’d still rather be out and protecting these other types than being verbally abused by every fucking Mafioso under Yakavetta’s employ. Double-checking the address on the torn slip of paper he’d been handed, he shifts his pack over his shoulder and glances up to the building, wondering if he was even in the right fucking place. This seemed, well, swanky was the only term that could come to Rocco’s mind. It had to be one of the most expensive looking places he’d ever fucking seen! He presses on, nerves were starting to eat at him as butterflies started to swarm around his stomach. The Italian wasn’t sure where to look, there seemed to be so much catching his eye all at once and before he knew it he’d made it to the front door. Shifting uncomfortably he takes the knocker in his right hand, hesitating at first before finally letting the cool metal clank against the cleanest door he’d ever seen in the history of Boston. Shifting again he takes a step back and looks out at the vast yard, was it even possible for yards to exist this large in Boston?