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"Was it incredibly necessary to text me a pic like that when I was in lab?" Mike scolded his boyfriend as he stepped into the others dwellings, tossing his backpack aside. "You know scrubs hide absolutely nothing, and I had to stand there, looking like some fucking weirdo, getting a hard on while we talked about tumors in rats." The wolf removed his jacket now, looking at Peitro. "You're lucky I carry an extra set of clothes in my bag, or I would have been walking across campus with a full hard on." Admittedly, Mike wasnt all that upset with Peitro, but this was his last year of his masters program, and he needed to keep behaving to get into his doctorate program.

Mike then looked the other over, finally actually looking at him since he had stepped into the room ranting. "You're going to actually finish getting dressed for this party right? You know Trevor wont let you in without a shirt, whether you remove it when you step through the threshold, he doesnt care. Cant have campus security seeing you shirtless walking into our house."

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Estaba ya un poco cansado de ser el “mensajero” de los dioses, o uno de tantos. Sí, era hijo de Hermes, pero no por ende debía prácticamente convertirse en él o ser su empleado de tiempo completo. Había sido divertido los primeros meses, aceptando su penitencia y su nueva vida, pero en ocasiones extrañaba su libertad o el Campamento Mestizo, aunque eso último no lo diría en voz alta. Tal vez estaba en su naturaleza divina portarse mal, al fin y al cabo era también el hijo del dios de los ladrones, por ello se había quedado con un par de botellas de vino de Dionisio de una entrega un grupo de semidioses. Habían notado las unidades faltantes pero Luke no podía devolverlas porque las perdió. —Estúpidas Ninfas, me las van a pagar cuando las encuentre—. Murmuró mientras volaba por el campo en sus zapatillas aladas.

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It was a Saturday night at a crowded bar, and that was the perfect atmosphere for Marcus. He’d only arrived ten minutes ago, and already he could feel people’s eyes following him. It was part of his charm. Well, part of his powers to be exact. The son of a succubus and a human, Marcus didn’t have all the powers of his mother, but he did retain some of them. He couldn’t make anyone do anything they truly didn’t want to do, but he could plant the idea in their head and overall send feelings of lust through someone. So he wasn’t sucking anyone’s soul out, but he also never had a problem bringing someone home for the night. No real harm, right? Well, that’s what he’d decided at least.

Sitting at the bar, Marcus used a bit of his powers, flirting easily with the bartender and earning himself a free drink. He turned around then, taking in the people in the crowd as he sipped at his drink. Girls were usually easier targets. Statistically more likely to be into guys, and it helped that Marcus wasn’t that large and in-charge looking imposing type. People trusted him easier. Still, he did like to give himself some sort of challenge. Looking around, he noticed an attractive blonde man at a back table, sitting alone as his eyes skirted to Marcus but quickly away again. The cambion grinned, mind made up for the night.

He talked his away into two more beers and took them over to the blonde. “Care for a drink?” Marcus asked, offering one of the beers. Sitting down at the table, he smiled in a flirtatious way, already giving the other a bit of his magic, sending the beginnings of arousal to him. “Are you waiting on someone, or might I have the pleasure of your company?”

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although hank was already expecting a visit, having come from training meant he needed a proper shower. as such, when his date arrived earlier than necessary, he found him inside. in order to not having angel waiting for too long, hank grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, only for him to open the door soon after. “hey,” he waved with his head, holding the door open, and eyeing the other.

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Rocky had been unsure about accepting his friend and former mentor’s offer to hire his son Pietro work for him for the summer. He remembered Pietro as a itty bitty brat and knew he wasn’t what he was looking for. But now that he was here watching as the boy pouted about having to actually work while walking around his pool in a speedo so small his ass practically swallowed the back he was glad to be proven wrong. Pietro was exactly what he wanted in a pool boy. Rocky even enjoyed how aggravated Pietro got when he made him do things for him thinking it made him like a servant of some sort. “Oh Pietro bring me some more lemonade.” he ordered with a smirk gracing his lips.

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“Do you think I could pull off a buzz cut?“ Roman asked the other male absent-mindedly as he carded his fingers through his hair. He gave a lot of value on the other male’s opinion and wanted to look his best for him and for all the other guys he was currently hooking up with. “And yes, I do care what you think about how I look. Don’t get all cocky on me” he continued with a roll of his shoulders.

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    the blonde knew just how handsome he was. how his beauty caught men’s attention often. not only that, but he also grew up hearing the words over and over again, which only fuelled his ego up and turned him into the spoiled little brat he was today. he shot the god a glance upon hearing his voice and at first, he dismissed them, occupying himself by fixing his collar before he took a step closer to the other. he couldn’t tell who it was, since he hadn’t seen him before. “well, isn’t that what everybody says?” he replied, meticulously looking over the taller male. “and who might you be? you don’t look familiar.”

Zelos was used to being admired; he had grown so accustomed to having his pick of mortals that Pietro had left him off-footed. “Everybody might say it, but so few will mean it as candidly as I.” He stepped closer, their chests almost touching. “I am Zelos; I’m new here.” He smiled, reaching out to stroke the man’s cheek with his finger. “What is your name, beautiful?”

[maleshaven]

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If there was one word to describe the whole situation, it would be surrealist. But not even surrealist artists could have come up with such a slip — one wrong number and your life changed. Michael was very cautious about his social media and private life and yet he still received that nude that, frankly, cheered his evening up. Michael kept playing, pretending to be the person the picture was destined to, until he couldn't keep up with the lie anymore. The game adapted another dimension, an almost violent one, but even so the outcome was the same.

Michael received Pietro wearing nothing but his sweatpants, which he had deliberately lowered a little, enough to tease the other one in person. “Took you long enough. What, daddy wouldn't let you borrow the car this late?” Michael teased as he let the other come inside and then closed the door behind them. Beyond pleasure and teasing each other, there was a fight of their egos going on, and Michael would do anything he could to prove that he was the winner and not only because of his fame. Therefore, he made the first move — after closing the door, he placed his hands in Pietro's waist and pulled him close, bare chest against his back, crotch against his ass and mouth caressing the skin of his nape before kissing it several times.