#lukas-engstrom

[xvictordangelox]

Slips a coin into the Victor's pocket. "Care to be my cum dump for the evening? I will give you another coin if I can put it anywhere I want.," Lukas smiled mischievously at the male. (Lukas Engström)

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The taller male could feel a slight amount of pressure as someone slipped something into his pocket, and he turned to see who - and what - it could've been. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he shook his head. "I apologize, sir," Victor started, "but even when I do bottom, I'm not anyone's cum dump. That said, I'm sure the two of us could come to some sort of acceptable arrangement, at least."

[alexkingx]

Status || Closed for @lukas-engstrom Location || Ballroom

The mingling was actually going better than expected. He hadn't insulted anyone yet, nor made any obscene gestures, so honestly Alexander was taking so far to be a win. It would only get better from here on out too as he saw Lukas sitting at one of the tables nursing a drink, the King brother quick to go and sit beside him to join him. How could he not spare some of his night for one of his best friends? "You stuck around, for a minute there I thought you'd change your mind and went back home for the holidays," he did remember Lukas saying how he'd shuffled some things around to be there though, "so how was Christmas? Everything you'd expect from our whores, or did they leave you disappointed?" He sure as hell hoped not, otherwise there would be hell to pay if he was given any names. "So be straight with me, come the end of the night who've you got in mind to bring back to your room, or are you take a solo trip back upstairs when all is said and done?" He knew who he'd be taking back to his suite, that's for damn sure, not that he needed to go around telling everyone - at least Lukas he could trust if need be. "Patrick's just lucky I have to keep appearances until after the ball drops otherwise he'd be choking on my dick upstairs already."

[mateoxrafael-blog]

Status || Closed for @lukas-engstrom Location || Ballroom

Jesus, how could the men of the haus be so damn attractive? He walked through the sea of suits and it was nothing but beauty upon beauty as far as the eyes could see. He assumed this would be what heaven looked like, granted his own personal heaven would require much less clothing to be worn. There was definitely something about a suit that just amplified how good a man looked, and Mateo couldn’t help but feast his eyes on just about everyone that came into sight. The newest man to come into his line of vision, Mateo had actually been walking straight towards, so he might as well say something, at least give him some sort of salutation. “Hello Sir,” he had to keep up the staff / client charade for the most part, right? “You’re looking quite sharp tonight,” he smirked, his eyes raking over the others body, “good enough to eat.”

[mateoxrafael-blog]

"Hello there, Mateo. You strike me as a guy who believes in Santa. Would you be on his nice list or naughty list this year? Perhaps you can tell me over drinks?" -- Lukas Engström

"Totally, who wouldn't believe in a fat old man who carries around a red sack bringing presents to deserving children around the world? I still look to the skies on Christmas Eve," he chuckled with a playful roll of his eyes, "I do love the idea of a mans sack on Christmas, it could be quite the present, but from an old man with a white beard? I'm good...as for the list though, how about after we meet up you decide for yourself which list i'd fall on?"

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[alexkingx]

"Hey buddy, 'ol pal! What is on your Christmas wishlist this year? I'd love to get you something meaningful. Don't forget I enjoy a challenge," Lukas smiled.

"You know those hemp ropes you need replaced?" The owner smirked as he looked over the others body, "I wouldn't mind using them on you. Maybe it'd be the two of us that'd finally break them," though he had to think otherwise considering he wasn't sure that would be something his friend would go for - not that it wouldn't be a hot sight getting to give Lukas a taste of what he gives to others. "If memory serves me correctly i've been pretty good at making you squirm in the past, so another crack at it definitely would be meaningful. "Either that, or like i've said to others who've asked the same question, a momento from our time together. Something that when I look at it, assuming it's not gaudy and I don't throw it away, i'll immediately think of you."

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[alexkingx]

[ Leaves the note in his penthouse on the kitchen counter ] -- Dear Alex, Even though I don't celebrate American holidays, I just wanted to let you know how thankful I am to have you as a friend. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been introduced to the Haus and we both know what a tragedy that would have been!! But out of all seriousness, I appreciate the hell out of you. Never hesitate in hitting me up. -- Fondly, Lukas Engström

He'd had a hard time remembering much of the night before him as he awoke on a quite disheveled bed. The last thing he remembered was Lukas coming up and the men drinking, but his friend was nowhere to be seen come morning (it's not like Alexander invited many to stay the night though so that wasn't out of the ordinary) and he was sporting quite a hangover. It wasn't often that he got carried away, but that was some damn good stuff that Lukas had brought as a gift. Hoping there was more in the bottle Alexander pulled himself out of bed and meandered his way to his kitchen area, thankful to see the bottle in question wasn't completely empty. "Fucking 'ell," he murmured to himself, it usually took more than that to get him drunk, "he wasn't kidding when he said the shit was good." He reached for a glass though noticed the note on the counter. He picked it up and began to read it, thankful himself for having found a friend in Lukas all that time ago, and being able to remain in touch (and now be in close proximity at the haus). He placed the note back on the counter, looking around for his phone, only to have absolutely no idea where it had ended up. Instead, he poured himself a glass from the bottle his friend had gifted him the previous evening, making a silent toast to their friendship before downing the liquid in his glass. He'd be sure to bring the note up later to Lukas when he sees him.