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Howell nodded as he headed back toward the kitchen. As he walked he saw the mess that was left as a trail from the kitchen to the couch. He pulled the fridge open and grabbed two bottles before returning back to Dacre. “Here”

"I always do," He chuckles, flopping onto the couch and just laying there, panting softly. "Can you go grab me a bottle of water from the fridge? Please?"

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~ Anonymous, Vanitas with rosary, 19th cent.

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Ander toasted holding up his glass to tap the Perth’s. So the other would sleep with him,he thought to himself. “Then doesn’t that mean you aren’t ready?” Ander continued to tease and downed another drink. He turned his attention to the bartender and held up two digits indicating they both needed another drink. He shifted in his chair to lean back unbuttoning some of the buttons on his shirt, his fingers ran through his hair messing up its usual sleek texture. “What did the boss say earlier?”

"who said i wasn't ready to sleep with you. Im just not a rebound" Perth said honestly setting his drink down looking seriously at Ander for a bit. Perth had been the rebound before and he vowed never to be that agian it always ends up messy. "we can definetly toast to that" Perth nodded gesturing for a nother drink as he set his empty glass down.

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The badge of honour (drarry Grimmauld roommates AU)

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Angel leaned closer, intrigued by Salem’s description of his life. The warmth of the bar mixed with the fruity scent of their drinks, creating an inviting atmosphere that made it easy to forget the outside world. He could see the excitement in Salem’s eyes as he spoke about his floral shop, the passion radiating from him like a vibrant bloom itself.

"Exotic flowers, huh?" Angel mused, taking a sip of his drink. "That sounds like a dream! I can't really imagine what it would be like to work with something so… unique." The thought of the colorful, rare blooms brought a smile to his face, and he was momentarily lost in a vision of verdant greenhouses and fragrant petals.

“My story? Well I’m an Artist during the day, at night I work at a club. I live not too far from here.” Angel gave details without too much. He smiled glad the music was loud for this great excuse to get closer. Taking the time to look over Salem’s features.

“I usually get any kind of clear liquor mixed with something fruity or maybe a redbull if i need the extra kick.” Salem giggles nervously. “.. So whatever you’d like~” He smirked as he ordered them drinks moments after, thankfully he had drank previously so talking was a tad easier in this moment. On the inside he was only praying he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of someone like this.

“My story?” Salem tilt his head and glanced over at the other, pushing his drink in front of him. “Well..I live just outside the city, work at an exotic floral store with my two brothers. We’ve traveled a lot so we haven’t been living in this area for too long, oh and the shop is called BlackRose.” The halfling sipped on his drink and enjoy the warmth that rushed down his throat mixed with a hint of pineapple.

This felt like a dream, there was no way he was having a conversation with such a gorgeous person.

“And m’what about you?” Salem said while leaning a bit closer towards the man, the music was echoing throughout the bar.

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“Yeah, I have been dancing around my feelings too,” Syon admitted, allowing a small smile to break through. He could feel his own cheeks warming as he locked eyes with Darius, who was clearly just as nervous but equally enthusiastic about what they were discussing.

Syon held onto Darius’s waist a little tighter, feeling the steady rhythm of the other man’s breathing synchronize with his own. And then Darius spoke the words Syon had been hoping to hear. The tentative question hung in the air for a moment, and Syon’s smile widened. “No not yet, but I want to make my intentions clear” he replied, his voice genuine and filled with warmth.

“No pressure. These dates may be a disaster. Who knows” Syon shrugged with a wide smile wanting to tease Darius just a little bit.

Darius let out a small whine when the other pulled back blushing madly at the sound he made. He cleared his throat wanting to pull his a hands away from the man’s waist because of the embarrassment he felt when making that sound but he willed himself to stay put. He looked to the Syon trying to gauge his reaction to hearing the whine that was uttered from Darius and soon relaxed seeing no negative reaction from the other.

“Yea we were kind of dancing around our feelings it seems..it feels nice not to be doing that anymore” Darius responded as he continued to maintain eye contact with Syon closing his eyes briefly when Syon leaned in close when their foreheads touched he slowly opened his eyes seeing the other man looking at him which had him blushing even more.

“Although it might of taken me a bit to realize my feelings..I feel kind of silly for taking so long” Darius admitted his heart beating a little faster his focus now purely on Syon “I-i would like to do that as well, are you asking to be boyfriends? I know we spoke about a few date ideas and stuff”.

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Howell laughed and nodded as he released Dacre, climbing off of him. Letting out a content sigh he wiped his brow realizing he was sweating. “You took me well.” The writer smacked his ass grinning, “Shower or laying in bed?”

Dacre chuckeld and moaned. "Mmm ok, Howell. I need a break for a little," Dacre commented. "I'm shooting blanks here."

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Angel’s eyes were lock-on Garam, his suggestive words, were a little nerve-wracking. He watched Garam with an amused smile, his breath hitching slightly at the touch against his chest and the boldness that followed. Garam's innocent smile that followed belied the mischief in his actions, and Angel found himself captivated by the contrast. He was feral, ready to take Garam into a dressing room and get kicked out. "You really think you can handle me?" Angel teased back, raising an eyebrow, his confidence slowly building in response to Garam's playful dominance. Leaning into being a brat was going to be rather fun. The tension in the air shifted, becoming charged as Garam’s words hung between them, daring and inviting all at once. The thought of how far they might take this game sent shivers down his spine. As their laughter faded, Angel's eyes drifted toward the stranger again, his previous thoughts on the man swirling in his mind. Was this stranger just a passive observer, or did he hold some hidden motive? The way the man focused on them felt invasive, yet watching Garam so assured with Angel brought an unexpected thrill. Angel wanted to relish the lighthearted moment, yet anxiety gnawed at him, trying to break through the facade of fun. “Maybe we should give him a little show, then,” Angel suggested playfully, his fingertips brushing against Garam’s arm, lingering for a moment. He saw out the corner of his eye the man began to either take a picture or record them. The idea both excited and frightened him. He could sense Garam's nervousness underneath his confident facade, and it made Angel want to push him, just a little, to see how far they could go. “I mean, if he’s here to spy, we might as well give him a reason to report back,” Angel continued, his voice low and tinged with mischief. “What do you think?” He leaned closer, lowering his voice to just above a whisper, his lips barely brushing against Garam’s ear as he spoke, “I’ll call you my daddy, but only if you can keep me in line.” There was a delicious thrill in the challenge, a playful provocation that hung in the air like the weight of their unspoken desires. Angel pulled back slightly, searching Garam's eyes for a reaction, his excitement mixing with the burgeoning tension of the moment. The playful banter was intoxicating, drawing him in deeper, and he wondered just how far they could push each other today. "And, who knows," Angel added with a smirk, "maybe you'll surprise me." With a teasing glance at the stranger, he twirled away from Garam, striking a playful pose in the shirt that he had almost worn, letting the fabric hang loosely over his form. “What do you think? This look?” He laughed softly, but couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. As Garam’s eyes followed him, Angel felt a rush of affection mixed with mischief, urging him on. He would keep teasing and toying with the moment, all while keeping one eye on that stranger. If nothing else, he knew they would face whatever was happening together, and that thought filled him with an unexpected sense of security. Angel fought everything in him not to get stiff at the fondling. A part of this was rather scary but dammit Garam was being rather sexy which shocked Angel in a good way. His best friend was always cute to him, adorable even. But this was a whole new territory he was willing to lean into. “You never have to go easy on me. Do what you want with me I’m yours” Angel said as sweetly as he could muster. The words rolled off his tongue so naturally he blushed slightly. He was not expected to show this side of himself today. Angel grabbed another sweater more of Garam’s style holding it up to the man. “I can see you telling me how good of a boy I am in this sweater” he smirked slightly making sure the stranger was watching. As he held the sweater up to the man he stepped closer returning the neck to his lips this time lingering and kissing down to his neck before leaving a playful bite and pulling away.

his gaze softened a little, looking at the shirt being held against angel's body, before letting out a soft, breathy laugh. it definitely fit his own vibe better than angel's which was something he wanted to steer away from rather than lean in to. he wanted to dress angel in clothes he thought would look good but that didn't mean the clothes would reflect garam's style. he wanted to dress the man in clothes he thought angel would actually pick out and wear on his own accord, not just because it was garam who chose them. "that would probably look better on me." he stated before taking the shirt and hanging it back up. garam let his attention slip away from angel, slowly sliding hung t-shirts to the left as he looked back at the other man whose own attention seemed to focus on angel for a moment and then back to garam. maybe this was some sort of plain clothed security guard or something, just keeping an eye on things. his brows furrowed at the idea which sounded a bit less plausible because of how he was only focusing in on the two of them. "i never not have fun when i'm with you, just being in the same room with you puts me at ease. i'm not worried," he lied. well, sort of. the first part of his statement was definitely true. that last part, though... not so much. he'd never seen this guy before, from what he could recall, and he knew all of axel's friends and his coworkers that he got along with. he really didn't think this guy had anything to do with axel but there was still that slight possibility that he was, it was the not knowing that worried him the most. as much as he wanted to focus on just the two of them, garam was just too curious on why this man was staring, the possibilities of reason were just too vast to ignore. as bad as it might have made him look by using his affection for angel, he needed to see what kind of reaction that man was going to have to seeing the way garam and angel interacted with each other. either this guy was here to spy on them for axel, which made sense in garam's head as he was so sure his ex wouldn't skip a day of work to do something like this, or he was actually interested in either one of them. there were only two outcomes that he could see; either this guy would report back to axel somehow or seeing the two behaving lovey-dovey would make him back off. if angel wanted to continue on into this whole daddy thing, garam was going to play into it as well. "i'll tell you one thing," he began, his free hand lifting to rest against angel's chest only to let it slowly slide down the front of his body, "call me daddy all you want but once we get home, you are so done for. i'll show you just how much i can live up to that name." by the time he'd finished speaking, his hand was slipping past angel's jeans. garam made sure to maintain eye contact, giving angel the most innocent smile as he fondled over his crotch. as he let his hand fall back down to his side, he lifted himself up just enough to quickly give angel a peck on the lips. "test your luck, i won't go easy on you." garam had always had a hard time showing dominance, just speaking those words felt so foreign to him but he tried not to let it show by speaking as confidently as he could. and of course, he knew he wouldn't even be able to live up to claims he made. he would never make angel do something he was uncomfortable with nor would he try to test his own luck by moving faster than he knew either of them were ready for.

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When Keith lifted him he squealed not expecting the sudden hunger from the man. Everything else was a blur until he felt his mouth. It’s dizzying, how real Keith feels beneath his fingertips, how warm his breath is against his skin. Jax could barely think, his mind flooded with every touch, every flicker of Keith’s mouth, the weight of him pressing into the mattress. For so long, this had only lived in stolen glances and silent what-ifs. When they moved to fooling around that was as far as he thought they would go. But now, here they were. Not dreaming. Not pretending. Just them.

The moment Keith’s lips touched him, Jax’s breath hitched, a quiet gasp escaping before he could stop it. It wasn’t just the pleasure—it was the weight of being seen, being wanted, being known in a way no one else had ever tried to know him.

When Keith looked up from between his legs, Jax's chest tightened. That gaze—so sure, so full of something deeper than lust—nearly undid him. He reached down, threading his fingers through Keith’s hair, his touch trembling with how much he was unraveling from the simple touch. “Keith…” he whispered, voice hoarse. It wasn’t a plea or a protest—it was awe. Gratitude. And something else he hadn’t fully named yet.

Each motion of Keith’s mouth sent another wave of sensation through him, and Jax bit down on his lip, stifling the sounds that threatened to rise. But more than the pleasure, it was the way Keith held him—like he was precious like he mattered. Jax had never felt that before. Not like this.

His back arched instinctively, his body responding to every careful, deliberate movement. But it wasn’t just the physical that made him tremble—it was the realization that Keith was pouring all of him into this, into them. This wasn’t just about sex. It was about trust. About finally stepping into something they'd both been circling for too long.

And Jax knew—right then—that nothing would ever be the same.

God, I don't want you to stop.

Keith is thrilled by the simple idea of sharing such an intimate moment with someone he thought was only a dream. His desire for Jax unravels—his curiosity for every detail just to feel, even if only by hearing, something he longed to take part in. Taking part, officially, and being the one Jax melts into—it’s simple, pure, and entirely theirs. As Jax leans into every touch, Keith knows this moment will change them forever. His hands roam Jax’s body, mapping every curve and inch as if they’ve never touched before. The tension and longing crash together, consuming him.

Show me who I belong to.

Keith’s chest tightens. This is it—the moment he wanted, the rawness between them. The flush—the sweet flush— that caughts his cheeks is the hint he need to keep on going with all of it. He whispers in Jax’s ear, “I won’t let you forget,” then captures Jax’s lips again, the kiss deepening with desperation, urgency, as if making up for lost time. Jax’s hand teases him, and Keith groans, understanding he’s done with the teasing.

Keith lifts Jax, carrying him to his bed, not wondering where to go because he knows there’s time to explore later. Instead, he lays Jax down, leaning on top of him. He can’t help the nervousness of taking his best friend to bed, but he hides it, kissing Jax again, then down his neck, to his abdomen... until he’s facing Jax’s dick, still covered by pants. The thought of his best friend’s mouth around him flashes in his mind, making him breathe heavily. He unbuttons the pants and pulls them down with the underwear, because they're no longer teasing—they're making it happen. He kisses the hard member, lips and tongue tasting it all, savoring every bit.

Looking up, he locks eyes with Jax before taking him fully in, working his way slowly down.

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Angel puffed up his cheeks giving his master a playful glare. If it wasn’t him being embarrassed he would have found it funny. As the prince stepped through the hybrid hugged him close kissing all over his face missing their closeness. He fought the urge to lick him but snuck in a couple as he placed kisses over the other. The day they had melting out of his mind as he scooped yo the prince and moved toward the bed.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day. Just you and I. No other distractions”

UDW: Faction Wars

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Angel blushed a deeper red as his clothes were snapped away. The hybrid used to hate it but now it has grown on him. His master was expressive in other ways. His eyes lit up as the portal was opened. He was hesitant to walk through looking over it. He even poked it as if it was an animal he didn’t recognize. As Angel stepped through he shivered at the coldness which was rare for him. The wolf waited on the other end reaching out his hand for Ricardo,

“Thank you master. I can’t have the staff seeing me like this. I would prefer this being only for my master eyes”

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“Woo you? Not my style”Ander let out a short laugh as he downed his second and ordered another drink. He felt Perth’s eyes on him, he allowed the silence between them to build. Ander held up his glass turning his gaze back to his drinking guest, “I have a better idea. Let’s focus on finding the money. And you tell me when you are ready to sleep with me.” the man was now grinning. Maybe it was the alcohol or he enjoyed teasing Perth. Either way he was serious “Can we toast to that?”

Perth looked over at Ander for a bit. As he drank his drink he smiled. "Cute are you trying to woo me?" He asked with a sly grin. As he sipped his second drink he looked around then back at the handsome man next to him. Did he really want to make the messy mistake of sleeping with a man like Ander. Not only was it dangerous but it was in fact likely to be a one night stand. Something Perth tried to avoid at all costs.

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If the hybrid had a tail it would be wagging. Angel smiled, practically beamed as he kissed his mastet back. Even the slightest bit of praise excited him. His grinning face soon turned crimson as he realized he would be naked in front of everyone. Angel began to scramble for clothes. Pulling them on as quickly as he could the man shook his head in embarrassment,

“I respect the staff too much for that”

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And i’ll kiss every scar on your body & soul to remind you that love doesn’t have to hurt.