#kindbcys

[yourfantasymen]

@kindbcys​

The bar wasn’t, really, one of Harlan’s favorite places to be. While the alcohol, certainly, made it easier to grade his student’s papers, he didn’t like that most of the clientele were there to either get absolutely drunk or find someone to hook up with. He was only there because one of his buddies wanted to go but needed a wingman, and after his friend found someone to hook up with, Harlan was left to his own desires. Sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, he noticed a handsome young man sit next to him and he offered a smile. “What makes you think that seat isn’t taken and you can sit there without even a hello?” he asked, hint of humor to his tone as he moved to take another swig from his beer bottle.

[elegancemultimuse]

@kindbcys​ asked:  ‘ come in. i was just making dinner. ’ + Damian Harris

Damien smiled at Ethan as he made his way into the man’s home. “I am glad that I managed to get over here as planned. I was a bit swamped with a new case I am working on.”

[lithelusts]

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it’s not exactly the response he was after, but certainly the one he’d anticipated. disappointment floods his frame and he can only hope that it doesn’t expose itself clear as day across his expression, forcing his head down -- attempting to disguise it, if it is. “no, it’s fine. no need to be sorry.” he murmurs, swallowing thickly, arms crossing against his frame. it’s too late to protect himself, this already hurt, but he was a big boy so he’d suck it up -- eventually. “...one last time for the road, then?” a brow cocks as he asks it, “...was-was that what it was?”

[elegancemultimuse]

@kindbcys asked: “is that my sweater you’re wearing?” @ Isaac Boucher

Isaac shrugged at Kane's question. "I couldn't find mine, so I grabbed the first thing that I could find." He added as he didn't really know what else he was supposed to say. "Do you know where I threw mine last night?"

[yourfantasymen]

@kindbcys​

Sitting in a restaurant, Dean was enjoying a good club sandwich and letting his gaze shift outside the window, watching as people walked by. Just as he was about to take the final bite of his sandwich, though, he caught sight of a face he hadn’t seen in years - since high school - and he had to swallow the lump in his throat as he remembered just how he had treated him. Well... no time like the present to make amends, right? Finishing his sandwich, he made sure to leave money on the table - for both the meal and a generous tip - before he began to head out of the building to try and catch up with his old high school classmate.

“Logan, is that you?”

[of-royal-blood]

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What Leo lacked in a consort, he more than made up for in staff. Under Leo’s rule, every person had their place, like pieces in a chessboard of his making. And they had no choice but to accept it, or suffer his wrath. Leo had taken a keen interest in the royal carriage driver from the very moment he’d laid eyes on him. Oskar was a beautiful creature and it wasn’t long before Leo had the boy following him everywhere he went. He was no longer just his driver. No. Oskar was his personal slave.

Leo was aware that Oskar feared him. Much like everyone else. But he could tell the boy was beginning to accept his new role. Even through all of the heinous things Leo had made him do. Leo never fully understood human emotions. Other than lust. And rage. Primal things. But he’d studied people long enough to be able to tell what they were feeling and what they needed or desired. And after a long day, Leo could tell Oskar was exhausted. Mentally and physically. “Undress”, Leo commanded, the two of them finally alone, locked inside his bedchamber for the night. “I had one of my gents draw you a bath. Your stench is revolting.” It was true. Leo liked his things neat, tidy, and smelling nice. He found no issue washing his pet. Plus, he took every opportunity to touch the boy’s supple flesh. “And make haste. You know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

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❛ we might kiss when we are alone. ❜ @ patton

He always had to admire the confidence. Patton would not say that he was a shy person, per say, but he was busy quite often. The times that he was not busy meant that he was tired from being busy. That meant that he did not partake in as much flirting as he would have liked — As much flirting that was thrown his way, too. “That so?” The man asked with a soft chuckle. Eyebrows raised as he glanced the other up and down, eyes darkening ever so slightly, gaze clearly interested under his pleasant amusement. “That a promise or a threat?”

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@kindbcys​

Damian & Birdie 

“Was it you? Did you do it?” A body, Damian leaved a crime scene which involved a body and came here to see Birdie. All the clues pointed to him, but he wanted to question him before saying anything to the rest of his team.