[ignorance]

“There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via coral)

[xrhettmatthews]

A pleased look crossed his features as he listened to his friends own satisfied sounds, which just encouraged him to continue running his fingers through his black hair. While Rhett loved to have his hand touched and played with, he equally enjoyed to the show the same for whomever he could. There was just something about it. Hearing Storm begin to answer his question, he turned his head a bit more towards him and he listened intently to each word.

He knew that Storm wasn't much for the client portion of their job, which he always found interesting, but he could also understand why he felt the way he did. The staff were often much easier to get along with him. He was just worried that one that the owners would catch on and then who knows what would happen to Storm. And the last thing he wanted was to see him get fired and then he'd never see him again... That would just break his heart, "You're a busy man." He chuckled, "You and Loren, eh? Just for fun?" Rhett asked, his brow raising a bit.

The blondes hand faltered in his friend's hair for a moment at the mere mention of Aslan, but Rhett quickly recovered. However, the fucking blush that was damn well covered his entire face was hard to hide, "He's not my man." He laughed, "He's just...a man." That Rhett tried to spend as much as time as he could with, "I still see him, yeah. He actually bought me this--" Reaching behind him, he patted around on the shelf behind his bed a few times before he found the ring that Aslan had bought him and he showed it to Storm, "--because he saw me looking at it in the store the one day..."

[thundcr-storm]

at the question of himself and loren, storm gives a little shrug of his shoulders, "yeah, it's nothing serious," he says, "don't get me wrong, loren's beautiful - he's like, this androgynous dream with the perfect body, a gorgeous face but... i can't get tied up with anybody." storm explains, "i don't think i'm emotionally capable of anything more, so i'm happy to just have a bit of fun and then yeah, maybe we'll hook up again but if we don't? it's not the end of the world." he'd be bitter though, naturally.

once the conversation turns to rhett and aslan, storm can't help but to probe further and he gives rhett a playful poke into his ribs as he says, "oh but you want him to be your man," he teases. "every time i see you he's on the agenda!" storm laughs. but the reality was he's happy for rhett, so long as he himself is. storm's incredibly protective of his friends and with rhett being one of his nearest and dearest, if anybody dared try and hurt him then they had fucking hell to pay. "wait, hang on," storm sits himself up a little, propping himself on his elbow as his gaze focuses on the ring, eyes widening. "shut the fuck up," he says, "so he's basically fuckin' proposed or gave you some sorta promise ring or whatever. you don't just give someone a ring! that's like, commitment shit. how'd you feel about it?"

[nevadaxsaunders]

"You aren't wrong," he murmured, smirking against Storm's lips, Nevada hooked a finger into a belt loop of his pants, gently tugging him towards one of the supplies closets. He reached back to push the door open, kicking anything out of their way before falling back against a lounge chair. Nev chuckled but grasped at the security guard, pulling Storm down with him as his lips found his once more to kiss him this time. "Is this better?" He asked.

[thundcr-storm]

god, this man had such a hold of him and storm was practically melting in his grasp. he lets out a little ooft noise as the elder pulls him into the supply closet nearby before he breaks out into a light laugh as he's pulled onto the lifeguard's lap. "yes, this is miles fuckin' better," storm grins as he pulls back from their kiss, adjusting himself so he's straddling nevada comfortably. hands cup the elder's jaw, thumb lightly running along his cheeks as storm takes a moment to just appreciate the beauty in front of him. "now show me what those hands of yours can fuckin' do."

[ad0re-delano]

Loren looked back over his shoulder once again, taking in the sight of Storm. His pants were still on, and he was still on his knees, and it almost made Loren feel as if he was being manipulated by a client. Except he was really into it his. He loved being dominated and put into his place. But only when it was with someone like Storm. Someone who could leave him feeling completely vulnerable in the best way.

He licked his lips as his hand clenched against the cool brick of the building in front of him, back arching in desperation to be touched. “I just want you so bad” he confessed. His voice coated with a yearning he longed to be quenched. He could tell Storm was enjoying his torture, and to be honest, that only made him want the security guard even more. Which was only made evident by the way his pushed his ass back begging to be touched.

“Oh, my god” he breathes out with a shaky breath, as he feels Storms tongue roll teasing across his opening. His hips jerking and trembling with need as he lost full control over his own body. The combination of both his tongue between his cheeks, and his hand between his legs, it was almost enough to make his knees go weak.

He pressed his forehead firm against the wall in front of him, trying desperately not to come completely undone before he was actually meant to. He could barely even think straight anymore. All he knew was that he wanted to feel Storm deep inside of him. To feel his body against his own. He was so desperate for it now that it was almost painful. “Please…” he whined with a raspy defeatism. His body completely submitting to Storm as he reached back and wrapped his trembling hand around Storms wrist. “Please, baby.. I need to feel you.”

[thundcr-storm]

please. that's all storm needs; he just wanted a little begging and it's enough to make him give in. the slender man stands to his feet, not without giving loren's ass a playful, light smack before he takes his hand. "inside," he says, because as much as he enjoys the idea of being caught out here, storm prefers comfort.

he leads loren into his cabin, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot though doesn't bother to fumble with the lock. he doubts anybody will be paying a visit. storm roams his hand down loren's chest, fingertips grazing over the younger's stomach before his palm wraps around the man's cock. as his other hand pushes loren back, he slowly strokes his length - not wanting this brief interval of relocation to ruin the moment. "you're impossible to resist," he murmurs as he leads loren to the bed where he pushes him down onto the mattress. slowly, storm unbuckles his belt, making a little show of it; he unzips his pants, tugging them down along with his underwear and it's so evident how aroused he is. "turn over for me, sweetheart," he asks, and once loren's positioned, he kneels himself over the man, leaning down to press light kisses in a trail down the other's spine.

in his bedside drawer, he reaches for a small bottle of lubricant. popping open the cap, he coats two fingers before stroking them between loren's cheeks. as much as he's desperate to just fuck him, he cares about the younger's comfort, not wanting to risk hurting him by any means. slowly he presses in a finger, and, "christ, you're fuckin' tight, baby," storm admires, leaning down to press kisses against loren's lower back as he gradually builds a pace with his movements; once satisfied, he adds the second digit, curling them just so.

as he's working loren open, his other hand is stroking himself; it's been too fucking long since he's been inside someone else. the anticipation was killing him, and his patience has long worn out, he needs him. after lifting loren's legs slightly so the man is propped higher on his knees, storm guides his cock to that sweet spot, lightly brushing the tip against loren's hole before slowly sinking himself in.

[assvagegvilt]

The tickled smile remained on his face, knowing full well what the other was going on about. “You are correct. I’m not built for that.” Anyone who knew him could corroborate to it — he was far too cheery to embody a hot head. “But maybe you’ll get to see a rare glimpse, who knows?” His voice trailed off, highly suggesting just as much.

Rolling his eyes playfully at him, Theo hung back to give him space as he got dressed. “Ye of so little faith.” he chided back.

Once the outfit finally came together onto Storm’s frame, he could only look on too proudly; seeing him so dressed up made for an unexpected albeit pleasant change. “Look at you pulling it off.” he applauded, moving closer to him to appreciate his own work, highly enthused now that the selections were working much better than he thought. Then again, he had always been attracted to a man dressed up — a pair of slacks and a well-ironed button up always did get him hard. “Hmmm… no jacket.” It was a last-minute decision, but one he thought that fit better for Storm’s personality. “The jacket might be too stuffy. I much prefer this rugged sleek vibe you’re giving off.” Suddenly, he was grateful for the Three Leaves’ dress code. “You look hot. Your client will be drooling before the main course is served.”

[thundcr-storm]

"who'd have thought i could scrub up alright," storm jokes with a light laugh, turning from his reflection in the mirror so he's facing the other man. it's funny, really, how the right clothes could exude more confidence from a person and he's starting to understand now why a lot of the clients liked to dress up. it made for a nice change from his usual all-black get up. "alright, no jacket. it'd hide how great my fuckin' ass looks right now, i guess," the man grins, spinning on his heel momentarily to show off the goods. "yeah, the client might be drooling," storm places his hands at theo's waist, lightly squeezing his hips, "but will a certain waiter also be, then?" he asks, "because i think the idea of going to dinner with someone that can never have me, then running off with the beautiful waiter is much more exciting."

[romanatticusbeckett]

Roman: What if it was for you.......

Roman: Would that be okay?

[thundcr-storm]

Storm: why would it not be ok?

Storm: i appreciate a beautiful man's nudes on my phone

[romanatticusbeckett]

ᴏᴘᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇxᴛ

Roman: [ photo ] Roman: Thinkin' about youuuuu ;)

[thundcr-storm]

Storm: oh h e l l o Storm: now was this actually for me or someone else

[assvagegvilt]

Sensing the cheekiness in the other’s tone, Theo turned to him, holding a rather smug look, attempting to stifle the amusement on his own lips, but failing. “Oh? Wanna see me hot and bothered, hmm?” Not that he was ever into being a hothead, nor would he ever dare to be one lest he put his job on the line, but he knew very well that some liked a show of that for kicks.  

Going through the rest of the clothes now piling up on the bed, he continued to separate out the pieces he thought would fit in the dress code that Three Leaves offered, setting aside a decent selection for Storm to choose from. “No suspenders.” he reminded him, barely looking up from what he was doing, shooting that suggestion down quickly before the other could bother to grab the suspenders, wherever they may be in his room. “Trust me on this.”

When he was certain that he had gone through all of the clothing, Theo straightened up, watching the other as he changed out of his clothes for their outfit consultation. And for a second or two, he watched happily, enjoying the sight. Needless to say, a free strip show was always well received, no matter how quick it was. But he did snap out of it as the other questioned him once more, and he could only respond breezily to it. “As I said, trust me, won’t you? After all, why would I dress you up badly? That’d be a blow to my fashion taste, too.”

[thundcr-storm]

"it's just that i can't imagine you ever losin' it," storm says with a shrug, "like with me - most people expect me to be an asshole and to shout at someone 'cause, well, i do it all the time. but you come across like such a decent guy who's chill so to see you get angry, that's what's hot." he explains with a shrug. "so if i start pushin' your buttons, you know why i'm doin' it." but storm's just teasing, as much as he could be an idiot at the best of times, he'd never put somebody else's job on the line (unless it was at their suggestion).

"i'm trustin' you!" sort of. he's still quite skeptical as he pulls on the clothes thrown at him because it's a little out of his comfort zone and he's not used to dressing so... normal? at least that's how the dark-haired man would describe it. "you're right though, if i look shit then i'm gonna tell everyone it was your decision to put me in this." storm jokes, giving theo a playful wink.

once dressed, he smooths his hands down the shirt before standing in front of the mirror to take a good look. he definitely looks smart; his tattoos are almost covered except from a few peeking over the collar of his shirt and his ass in the pants actually looks like it's got something to hold onto. "i'll give it to you, this ain't a bad look," he finally admits, "should i go for a jacket?"

[timedandtaled]

Kane: it shouldn’t be that sort of trouble but if it is yet my first call

Kane: yea, ya are weird. But kinda cool

Kane: y’know I might hold ya to that. But I’ll drop a text before I come bargin in 😂😂

[thundcr-storm]

Storm: you think i'm cool?! 😍 screenshotting that for future purposes

Storm: you can barge in all you like

Storm: think it's pretty hot 😏 who doesn't want a big scary man barging in on them

[timedandtaled]

Kane: Nah but ydon't know what it means tme. So thanks. Genuinely.

Kane: I ain't sayin nothin. Let your imagination run wild

Kane: Ya put ya hands on the goods. They got their ass cheeks out for a reason an thats for ya to squeeeeeeeeze

Kane: Well if ye ever wanna be touched by a non-client, ya know where to find me. Sapphire tomorrow evenin apparently :P

[thundcr-storm]

Storm: you're welcome, man.

Storm: fine. if you get in trouble though, you know where i am.

Storm: yeaaaaaaah i know, i'm just weird

Storm: good to know - if you wanted to come see me after sapphire then by all means feel free.

[timedandtaled]

Kane: Nice to know I got people havin my back in this place. Appreciate it

Kane: lets just say I gotta see a man about a dog an leave it at that

Kane: Look after some shifts ya just need a lap dance ok? Better to be in the place it happens than have to walk there

Kane: So ya don't like touchin. Noted.

[thundcr-storm]

Storm: Course you do. Sometimes it's all we got.

Storm: That either means you're off to fuck the shit out of someone or beat the shit out of someone and if it's the latter then I want in

Storm: Lap dances don't do it for me, I never know what to do with my hands without it seeming awkward

Storm: I don't like touching from clients

[brokenpiecesshine]

Black Veil Brides on Instagram, 12/04/2023.

This is actually the key to BVB’s stage show.

[timedandtaled]

Kane: I mean yer allowed to say no, I just won't be so agreeable in the future if ya need a favour instead

Kane: Ain't a fan of sapphire? Fuckin love it there

Kane: Deal

[thundcr-storm]

Storm: nah, i've got your back. not like i got anything better to be doing so, i scratch your back and you can scratch mine

Storm: still not gonna tell me what you're up to though? 👀

Storm: i figured you would 😂

Storm: i feel like i get mistaken for a dancer way too many times as if my slenderman figure can throw any shapes whatsoever

Storm: everyone's too touchy feely, not for me

[timedandtaled]

Kane: none of ya business

Kane: but yeah I can teach ye that. Shit's easy when ye know how

Kane: Save the head for another day ;)

[thundcr-storm]

Storm: what if i just say no then 😌

Storm: do my shift at sapphire tomorrow night? we'll swap

Storm: i fucking hate it there

[timedandtaled]

Nah nothin like that, sadly. Name ya price an we can negotiate but name it quick 😜

[thundcr-storm]

Storm: then wtf are you getting up to

Storm: can you teach me how to choke someone out

Storm: or i'll take some good head

[thundcr-storm]

I got some shit to sort out tomorrow, wanna cover my mornin shift? I’ll owe ya 😘

Nothing like a last minute request 🙄 what's in it for me? And I swear if this is so you can go wrestle someone to get off, I'll end you 👊

[ad0re-delano]

Loren almost felt like he was having an out of body experience as Storm let him fuck his mouth. His tongue was pressing against his shaft in such a way he could feel shivers unfold throughout his entire body. Goddamn, he was really good with that mouth. Loren was so close to cumming his body was literally starting to tense up and shake. Storm knew exactly what he was doing though, causing Loren to absolutely lose his mind right before pulling away and demanding him to turn around.

“Ughhh, fuck” Loren groaned at the loss of Storms warm mouth wrapped around his erection. His hand immediately replacing the deprivation as he pushed his hard cock down between his legs. “Yes, sir” he breathed out with a low lustful rasp. Turning around in compliance as he pressed his chest flat against the cool wall.

As he felt the soft bite to his ass cheek, he looked back over his shoulder with an erotic moan “oh, shit! Cariño.” His free hand was gripping at the wall in desperation as his hips jerked once again, begging for any form of delectation. Storm was so sexy, but even more so, he was sinfully beautiful. It was making it so hard for Loren to be patient. He just wanted to feel Storm throbbing inside of him, to feel his skin sticking lasciviously to his own. He was so aroused by this man, he was leaking with desire. Practically whining as waited for his lovers next move.

[thundcr-storm]

to know the other was close simply from the skills of his mouth, it felt like an achievement of some sort. but storm wouldn't settle for just head, not in this moment - he didn't want this to be a quick release, he wanted loren to leave this encounter still feeling the touch of him on his skin.

after the playful little bite, light kisses are pressed against the backs of loren's thighs once he's turned as if to soften the sharp pain storm had caused with his teeth. he loves to toy between being passionate and rough, wanting his current lover to be left in anticipation at what was to come and what his next move was going to be. he sits back once more, marvelling at the gorgeous human presented in front of him like a first place trophy; storm's gaze trickles over every curve, every dip of loren's body as his large hands slowly caress his hips. "you seem impatient, baby," storm teases, and even in the tone of his voice, you can tell there's a smirk upon his lips because he loves this. those little whimpers of desperation tumbling from loren's lips only encouraging him to be more of a tease.

with the younger pushing his hips back, storm carefully parts those gorgeous cheeks and gently swipes the tip of his tongue across the taut muscle. gradually he increases the pressure, he's firmer now as he savours the delectable taste of the man coming apart at the seams from his touch. with one hand gripping at loren's ass, the other slips between his parted legs to grasp the man's length, stroking him in time with the motion of his tongue. he's waiting to see how long loren lasts before he's begging for him.