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Crystal blue eyes had been checking out the younger male for awhile now, unable to stop himself from finding him gorgeous, and after talking to the bartender to order a drink, the hulking blond headed over to the other male. “You know, I told myself when I came here that I’d buy the most beautiful man here a drink... so what’s your poison?”
landoncromwell:
“I do not sneak, especially out of my own house, Wesley.” He said with a smirk, approaching his son and pulling him in for a hug. “Welcome home, sweetheart.” He said, kissing Wesley’s cheek. He had missed his firstborn, especially during First Light.
The larger blond let his thick arms move to curl around his father’s frame, hugging him in a tight embrace and smiling softly as lips found his fuzzy cheeks. “Thanks, Dad. I figure eleven years is enough time to spend out of Spellbrooke, to let me grow as a man and as a warlock.” Pulling away from the embrace, the taller male gave a soft, dimpled smile as he stared down at his sire. “Besides, I’m the first born. I have a duty to uphold, don’t I?”
@magic-austin
"Two hundred and thirty-seven,” Wesley uttered under his breath, lifting his broad frame up and down as he gripped onto the molding that lined the top of the archway in the main house on the Cromwell estate, and soon enough, he heard footsteps lingering behind him. Dropping to his feet with a thud, he turned around to see Austin, one of the newer submissives for the family, and he offered him a smile. “Sorry about that... I didn’t think anyone was home.” He had come with the hopes to reunite with one of his brothers or his fathers, after all. “Been keeping busy?”
kwanjii:
Kwan groaned at the mouth on his neck and jawline. He sighed as he felt the cock throb in his hand. Using all of his strength he rolled them so that he could pin Wesley down and smile at him. “I guess I should put my mouth on it to see, hm?” he asked as he leaned in and kissed Wes deeply. “How bad do you want me to suck your cock, babe?” he asked against the other’s lips, smiling down at him. Moving to kiss the middle of his chest he used his hands to shove the shoulders down on the floor to keep him in place.
A low grumble rumbled in his chest as the other male used his focus on the kiss to change their positions, the larger of the male now lying on the floor, but he certainly wasn’t opposing to the show of power from the other. Why could he, when he enjoyed size differences all too well? All he could do was breathe in slowly as Kwan’s lips began to kiss down his supple chest, the thick plates of muscle rising and falling as a hand moved to the back of Kwan’s head. “So fucking bad, Kwan... Need your mouth on me... Need you to show me how badly you want me... how beautiful you find me.”
osmansultan:
Oh, that game. Yes, Oz was quite familiar with their game; he’d played both sides enough times to know how it worked. “Oh, I’m well aware, Mr. Cromwell.” Osman lifted the bottle to take a drink, then sighed. “The game is how I became a father of four.” A sly smile curled his lips as he remembered the first time he laid eyes on his husband. He assumed the young warlock at his side hadn’t even begun to think about marriage or starting a family, and he wouldn’t blame him; everything about it was scary. But fate was a devious programmer. Sometimes love was a shy guy in the corner who took 30 minutes to build the courage to make a move. “If you’re not careful you’ll meet your match one day. But that’s when the fun truly begins.”
A small chuckle left the blond’s lips as he reached for the beer bottle that was sat in front of him, taking a quick swig as he took in the other’s words. He thought it was funny, really, that the man thought he was scared of finding his match. On the contrary, it was something he yearned for. It just wasn’t something he was admitting to anyone. Especially not when he knew that most people, quite frankly, wouldn’t be interested in a polyamorous relationship like he was, but he was a big man with a lot of love to give. “Perhaps,” Wesley stated after he swallowed the bit of beer he had took in. “But until that day comes, I see no problem in having fun in whatever way I see fit. As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, there’s no harm in it, right?” he countered before he let a blond brow quirk upwards. “What about you, Mr. Sultan? What brings you to Club Magix?”
digitizingcromwell:
“I was going to. I was just trying to decide on whether I should grope your ass during this hug or not.” He said with a grin.
“Excuses, excuses,” Wesley said with a scoff as he let his own arm slide down his cousin’s shoulders to his waist, large hand resting upon his hip almost as if he was teasing his cousin into thinking he’d go for his ass. “But I’d have taken it as a compliment if you had, anyway. But, seriously, how have you been, kid? I feel like it’s been ages since we last talked.”
futuramakat:
“Crowns, huh?” He asked, smiling. “Well. I don’t have any official crown jewels, as that would be highly disrespectful to the culture to which it belongs, but I believe I have a couple replicas over in the back corner.” He said, stepping out from behind his counter to walk over to that area. In a display case were several very authentic looking replicas of crown jewels from monarchies around the world.
The larger male followed the younger male, crystal blue eyes moving to the display case that the other pointed towards, and he couldn’t help shake his head. “No, I’m looking for a crown, not jewels,” he explained. Why did he need jewels when he could make those out of thin air? And, truthfully, he was sure that there were authentic crowns out there that could be sold from small countries that have died out. And, really, wouldn’t it be more disrespectful for a culture to leave a crown sitting on a dusty shelf? “I’m only looking for the crown itself, as the jewels I can gather and meld to it myself.”
gxldenxcaleb:
Caleb couldn’t help but press his lips to Wesley’s. It was a kiss he had been deprived of for too long. “Alright love. I would like that. It is long overdue from when I felt your hands on me.” he said softly stroking his hand down his son’s neck and over his shoulder. “I love you Wesley. I missed you so much.” Taking his son by the hand he pulled him with him back to the bedroom. When they were there and the door was closed he pulled his oldest flush against him and kissed him deeper than before. Parting his lips so his son’s tongue could invade his mouth.
Letting his father lead him to his bedroom, the younger Cromwell could only grin with anticipation of what was to come. Once the door was closed and their supple chests were pressed flush against one another, though, he was quick to reciprocate the kiss his father pressed against his lips, his own mouth parting as his tongue surged forward to claim dominance of his father’s mouth, tasting his mouth and his tongue as deft fingers moved to his father’s button-down shirt.
luvinloto:
Loto hadn’t really been paying any of the other dances much mind other than the few he agreed to dance with and normally that wasn’t a problem. Then again normally he didn’t feel himself colliding with what felt like a wall as he stumbled and lost his footing - completely blindsided by the collision. Thankfully he didn’t fall to the ground, catching himself before that could happen. Getting himself back together, his head turned to the sound of the concerned voice over the loud music and finally caught sight of why he’d almost gone face first on the floor. The guy was big, not just in height but also in simple muscle mass with his form almost completely overshadowing Loto who had to look up a little just to meet his gaze. “Don’t worry big guy, I’ve had way worse before. Better control those hips of yours though, they’re powerful” He teased, a playful and genuine smile on his face and even offering the other a wink to let him know there was nothing to worry about.
“Well, what can I say? These hips were made for better things than dancing,” the larger male stated, hint of a smile to his lips as he stared at the younger man. He was glad, really, that he didn’t seem to cause any harm to the male, or that he held any ill-will, but that didn’t mean that the blond wasn’t going to stop from being apologetic from it, anyway. “How about I buy you a drink as an apology, eh? Maybe even see if you’d like to see just how powerful my hips are,” he teased, crystal blue eyes shining with mirth as dimples etched into his cheeks, hidden by the thick brush of facial hair. The younger male, truthfully, looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he knew him from. It had been years, after all, since he had spent a prolonged amount of time in Spellbrooke, having only come home once a year for the holidays ever since he graduated high school.
Men you would like to see under your Christmas tree?
“Anyone. Everyone. ...What can I say? I’m a greedy boy.”
Any roleplay fantasies? Maybe involving different roles, uniforms, ect?
“Well, there are a few. Coach and his star player, a professor and his student, a cop and a civilian getting out of a speeding ticket …What can I say? I enjoy the cliches.”
What do you found in a partner?
“Someone laid back that knows how to have fun, someone that can admire the beautiful things in life, someone that understands me and my... desires.”
Three men you wouldn’t mind having a child with
"At this point? No one. While I would love to have a child, I’ve only just gotten back to Spellbrooke and I haven’t had much time to reconnect with old friends and see who I... connect with.”
Do you prefer to dominate or submit?
“I’ll admit that I do have a certain affinity with dominating, but I’m still very much a switch in that I’ll dominate or submit depending on what my partner wants. And I happen to enjoy submitting to men smaller than me. Which, frankly, is a lot of people ‘cause I’m huge.”
