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[nathanieldelmore]

Texts | Nate & [Your Muse]

Nate: Hey, saw the Mayor's message about the violence and curfew... you okay?

[moved3677]

Text: This is for my sister but im kinda thinking i should also get my own

Text: What do you think?

[mxgicum]

plot: you two meet at bdsm parties, have an incredible moment/scene/fuck session, and then part ways. yall have been doing this for who knows how long. clearly you two have chemistry. maybe its your fear of commitment stopping you from going home with nate, or his celebrity stats. or maybe hes rough and its fun in the moment, but can you put up with it every day? or maybe you just wnat to string him along for fun, who knows maybe he will up the bargain to more than just brunch? open for males who bottom, subs pref.

"Come home with me.” Nate had lost count of how many times he ran into the boy in front of him at these parties. Every time they ran into each other, they had mindblowing sex, and then parted ways. The last few times, Nate has begged the boy to come home with him, always receiving the same answer. “Come on, its late. Come home with me, I’ll take good care of you, and take you out for brunch in the morning.” Nate said softly, gently cupping the boys chin. “Say yes.”

[nategraynyc-blog]

Nate sat himself on the sidewalk, leaned back onto his hands with a sigh. He wasn’t sure what time it was, probably nearly dawn. He wasn’t quite sure where he was either. It looked like there was a park on the other side of the road. He’d been invited to another party, ended up drinking far more than he should, just like he knew he would, had attempted to walk home after failing to call an uber, the app somehow looking like a very complicated puzzle at the moment, and ended up getting lost. “I give up!” he called out and dropped his head back. He’d sit there until his head stopped buzzing. He’d worry about getting home later.

[nathanieldelmore]

Nathaniel looked up at her as she picked up her briefcase, tucking her phone in her pocket. You know me. I don’t waste time on people I don’t think deserve it. His lips pressed into a thin line and he nodded as she went to set money down for on the bar for her drink and he tried, and failed, to shoo it away. The blonde woman in her perfectly tailored pencil skit and coat didn’t look back as she left him at the bar with his half-full glass liquor and Cosmo’s head in his lap. He’d hardly noticed anyone taking her seat until he leaned back in his chair with a hmph, wondering what he should do on a Saturday night, no longer having plans. He needed to clear his head. With a nod, he offered up a quiet, “Evening.” Not inclined to call it good just yet.

[nathanieldelmore]

This was probably a bad idea, Nate mused as he closed the app and set his phone down on the kitchen counter. No one was ever allowed onto Delmore property without the guard getting some level of notice to look into them. Any exceptions were people coming and going very quickly and under a watchful eye, namely some kid delivering food. He sent a name to the guard at the gate, the name from the app, but Nate knew it could be a lie- anyone could be showing up. In a huff, before they could question what he was doing tonight, he shut the laptop and shoved both into his office drawer out of sight in case the person was a thief. 

The exchange had been brief, Nate mentioning he’d been alone for a while and how he wouldn’t mind some company for his usual Friday night pancake breakfast. He was a man of routine, liking to end his weeks with his favorite meal. His name on the app had been Nathaniel Keaton, his first and middle name and his icon had been Cosmo licking his face, not much given away there either. By the time he was done showering and changing, laying out the ingredients along the left of the countertop to the stove, there was a knock on the door. “All right, Cosmo, don’t let me die tonight, bud.” The dog let out a quick whine, leaning into Nate’s leg as he opened the heavy front door with its thick distorted glass windows. Anxiety kept his sapphire gaze on the steps, slowly trailing up their body before he met their face. “You made it...”

[nathanieldelmore]

Nate carried the two cups to the bench, Cosmo still in his work vest trotting along at his side. The second Nathaniel took his seat his companion was dutifully sat at his feet, tail excitedly dusting the sidewalk. “You’ve been a pretty good boy through this whole thing, Cosi. You ready for a big boy treat?” Reaching down he took off the working dog vest and muttered a quick but firm ‘wait’ before setting the vest over his leg and picking up the cups. “C’mon then.” With little fanfare, Cosmo jumped onto the bench and laid as closely into Nate’s side as he could, nose wiggling toward the cups. Taking off the lid to the lighter cup, he held the puppuccino out and sipped his own hot chocolate. There was still plenty of space on the bench for someone to join them, Nate simply wasn’t paying much attention to anything other than the mess of slobber and whipped cream on Cosmo’s face and his jeans. More to himself and the dog than anyone else passing by, he muttered, “Well, we’re definitely not walking around here any more when you’re done. Who knows what people will think.”

[nathanieldelmore]

Open to: Anyone Location: Port Cado’s sports complex where Delmore Inc. just held a little basketball competition to raise money for the local Boys and Girls Club.

Thanks for organizing this, Mr. Delmore. One of the parents squeezed his arm and he nodded and smiled while Cosmo sat next to him, a constant weight leaning into his leg to let him know he was there for scratchies or more if his anxiety kept building. Nate was proud of himself, though. He’d only had a panic attack on the way there and just felt his usual level of heightened anxiety throughout an event. There were only a few kids and their relatives straggling behind, but he wanted to make sure everyone found their people safe. A ball rolled over to him and he picked it up, giving it a spin on his finger so it was out of Cosmo’s reach while the player came to grab it. “Sorry. I hope we’re not holding up your game. I think we just have a few kids waiting for their parents to come pick them up still.”