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In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice. - de Sade

[tristan-keller]

masonkirke:

tristan-keller:

No idea.

[Private]  That photo, though.  Wow.

[Private] I should wear that for our date then, hmm?

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masonkirke replied to your photo

Jesus fuck. Are you trying to kill me, Sir, or…?

Now why would I do that when you are so much more fun alive?

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aureliaxpetrova replied to your photo

Very dapper!

Thank you, gorgeous. I clean up pretty well, yeah?

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Binding || Brandon & Tristan

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submissivebrandon:

Brandon’s eyes opened immediately, and the sight of Tristan looking down at him, so clearly pleased, made him smile even wider.  He nodded quickly.  “Yes, sir, please.  Please tell me how.” He licked his lower lip, anticipation starting to build as he wondered what Tristan had in mind.

Tristan was more than a little pleased to see that wide smile spread over Brandon’s face. His eagerness to please was exhilarating and would be hard to deny. He stepped forward and cupped Brandon’s chin, pressing his thumb against his lower lip gently. “Want your mouth, pet.”

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aureliaxpetrova:

“I appreciate you saying so, sir,” she replied.  “I should like to be…light-hearted, for as much as I can.  I think that coming here was a good start in that direction.”  She smiled gently.  “I do value your opinion very much, and of course I think it matters – with all due respect, I think that you should think that it matters as well.  Of course, whether or not one takes your opinion to heart…well, that is another story, da?  But nonetheless, it is valid.”

“I’m certainly glad for your decision. Otherwise, I would not have gotten to meet you and that would have been a shame.” Tristan nodded, her wisdom seeming quite valid. “I think you are right and it is taken with the utmost of respect. Now, I think we should enjoy the party, hmm?”

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masonkirke:

[Private] Can you honestly say you want me as more than a fuck?

[Private] If I didn’t want you as more than a fuck, I would have left the fucking blindfold on.

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tristan-keller:

[Private] Despite the fact that you are, as you said, ‘not mine’. If I love all of those things too, then I’m still failing to see the problem. And I wouldn’t do those things if I didn’t love them too.

[Private] Because it’s easier to have nothing than to see what could happen but isn’t going to.

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[Private] How do you know it’s not going to happen without giving it a chance? If it’s easier to have nothing than we should stop sleeping together and seeing each other altogether. Something I am vehemently opposed to, by the way.

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masonkirke:

[Private] Fuck, I’m not good at this, OK?

I love sleeping with you.  And being in your arms.  And being with you in general.

And that is a huge problem because I’m not yours.

[Private] Despite the fact that you are, as you said, ‘not mine’. If I love all of those things too, then I’m still failing to see the problem. And I wouldn’t do those things if I didn’t love them too.

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tristan-keller:

[Private] I don’t understand. Not like what?

[Private] With you just…there.  With nothing happening.  Sleeping with you is hard enough.

[tristan-keller]

[Private] Okay, you’ve completely lost me. I didn’t realize that sleeping with me was a hardship. Or that spending time with me would be either.

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masonkirke:

[Private] I don’t think I can spend that much time with you.  Not like that.

[Private] I don’t understand. Not like what?

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tristan-keller:

Oh! Pick me, pick me!  I have no brain for numbers.

[Private] No offense, Sir, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.

[tristan-keller]

[Private] Okay. Do I get to know why not?

[masonkirke-blog]

I was thinking of doing some bookkeeping gigs in my downtime, since I should probably start putting my degree to some use.  Anyone need some help in their back room?

[tristan-keller]

Oh! Pick me, pick me!  I have no brain for numbers.

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aureliaxpetrova:

Aurelia struggled with her words for a moment.  “But how do I apologize for wanting to apologize for apologizing?” she finally managed, a giggle escaping her as even she realized how silly and convoluted the statement must have sounded.  She sobered a little at his mention of their first meeting and let out an embarrassed little laugh, toying with her hair.  “Did I really?  I mean.  That tends to be my default.  I was trained – ehm, taught – to be more…reserved, is the word, I think.  To not make a big to-do and overstep, da?”  Another nervous chuckle.  She didn’t know if it was the right thing to say.  “But if you think I am getting better, it must be so.  Thank you.”

Tristan laughed and nudged the young woman’s shoulder at the silly comment. He didn’t fail to notice her embarrassed laughter. She wasn’t the first to arrive at Ivy with a story. “Well, to be fair, I suppose there are some situations which call for being reserved. And some that don’t. Personally, if my opinion matters, which it doesn’t, being light hearted suits you. And you’re quite welcome.”

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Binding || Brandon & Tristan

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submissivebrandon:

Brandon nodded immediately.  He liked it a lot.  He liked the rope, the bindings, the way Tristan was touching him and speaking to him.  The rope made him feel safe, held in place, and Tristan’s words made him feel desirable, which felt heady like a drug.  Brandon longed to open his eyes, to see Tristan’s expression, to see the effect on his body that Brandon was apparently having, but he squeezed them tighter against the desire.  He refused to disappoint Tristan by being disobedient.  Not when everything was so perfect right now.  “I….” he started, breathless, unsure how to answer.  “I’m glad I please you, sir.”  His lips curved into a soft smile as he spoke, showing the truth of his words.

Tristan moved to stand in front of Brandon, enjoying the submissive’s reactions to him and being tied. He reached out and tilted Brandon’s face towards his own. His very obvious arousal was at eye level but he wanted his face to be the first thing the submissive saw. “Open your eyes, pet,” he ordered, waiting and looking down at his sweet face. “Do you want to please me further, Brandon? Hmm? 

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aureliaxpetrova:

“I will do my best to keep it a secret, sir,” she replied.  She smiled again, a little sheepishly this time.  “Thank you for saying so, sir; once again, you really are too kind.  Do I really apologize so much?  I must apologize for that too, I suppose, but later on, so I do not break my good streak tonight, da?”  She finished off her drink and toyed with her cup.  “This is not the sort of party that I am used to, so really, all of the good cheer is sort of overtaking me.  I almost can’t help but be excited.”

“You don’t apologize for apologizing, silly,” he teased, putting a hand on her shoulder for a brief moment, not wanting to overstep and make her uncomfortable. “I just meant it is good to see you in good spirits. Our first meeting you were...a bit timid. It’s clear you are getting comfortable and I think that’s a very good thing.”

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My Milkshake || Tristan & Tad

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doctortadoakley:

Tad nodded his head, “Well you’re in luck, Phillip and I are here to provide that level of care to you and the other residents.” He watched as the server came over. He hummed softly, “Chocolate.” He grinned and licked his lips. “I’m always a person for a darker… sort of experience.”

The double meaning wasn’t lost on Tristan. He didn’t always pick up on subtlety but the Doctor wasn’t exactly subtle. He ordered two chocolate milkshakes and waited for the server to leave before turning his attention to the doctor. “So, Doctor, just what sort of experiences do you consider...darker?”