Closed for: @nathanxcline
Location: Private cabanas To be completely and brutally honest – Thomas didn’t care about the whole charity purpose of the auction, even if the whole damn thing was his idea. The true endgame was to have clients spend their money or give something in return for the company of a staff member during a whole night while making feeling good about themselves helping others. Thomas always felt good about himself. Of that, there was little doubt. His actual goal was the perverse satisfaction of snatching a staff member that everyone liked right from underneath of everyone’s nose. To be the one to claim one of the popular ones and see the sour faces of those that failed to get the man they wanted… and honestly, while he did bid on other staff members because that was the name of the game, Thomas truly wanted just one. And once again, the King got exactly who he wanted, when he wanted it, how he wanted it. He loved when things all went according to plan. It truly made him so fucking horny it was virtually impossible to contain himself. The next step of that whole circus was choosing a location and inform the one auctioned where they would meet. After a quick consideration, Thomas picked the private cabanas not only because they were away from prying eyes but there was also a bed there and as easy as it would be to tell Nathan to meet him in one of the playrooms, the whole dramatic act of the auction itself demanded something different. So the private cabanas would be absolutely perfect for what he had in mind. A nice Jacuzzi that had been adorned with candles, a nice bottle of expensive champagne on ice, some strawberries with chocolate. If one were to see the whole preparation – one would assume Thomas was planning a proper date with another man. That was not the case. That wasn’t a date. At least, it wasn’t for him. He simply enjoyed Nathan’s company and there was little doubt in his mind that the two would end up naked in that bed and fucking until they couldn’t move… But Thomas King was a fan of theatrics.
Adjusting his suit – might as well dress to the part in a suit and tie combo – Thomas leaned against the wooden rail as he picked his phone from his back pocket, shooting Nathan a text where they should meet. He had kept everything a secret – what was the point in showing the cards on his hand? And after their little encounter at the luau a couple of weeks ago, even the King felt some degree of anxiety to be alone with Nathan once more. Heck, the sex had been absolutely amazing. Why wouldn’t he wanted seconds? And if the whole thing made Nathan happy? Well… that could be considered a bonus, right? He was opposed to make someone smile when he was in a good mood. ( text ): Meet me at the private cabana three in fifteen minutes. ( text ): Dress to impress me. – Thomas


















