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[sirwyattsylvester]

While his idea of talking it out was coming from the right place, Wyatt had no idea if he was making much sense. All he did know is he had felt a real, visceral feeling from the idea that anything with Ollie was "off the table." To be fair, Wyatt couldn't always be sure what was his gut talking, what was his heart talking, and what was the fear of being hurt talking. That last voice in particular liked to pretend to be one of the former two quite often, since no one ever wanted to imagine they were reacting out of fear.

One thing he did know for sure was that Ollie was extremely beautiful and talking rationally, his efforts to wade through Wyatt's words, was unfairly attractive and as his own hazel eyes dropped to Ollie's lips as he spoke, his body was very much against this stop to talk thing. In fact, it didn't quite understand the purpose of not doing this later, after being sated. Shaking his head with a small frown, Wyatt reached up and cupped Ollie's jaw, stroking his thumb over it and his chin. "No, no, I wasn't trying to say you're 'out-' I just- how do I explain this better..." He paused for a beat and searched Ollie's eyes. "I love you. I'm in love with you. I want you with me, I want you to belong to me. I also don't want to alienate Luka, make him feel like a third, or perhaps more accurately, fifth wheel. Walking back my comments will be a little awkward, but not unheard of..."

He let out a quiet, impatient huff, a little annoyed with himself. "I guess what I'm trying to say is- as easy as this is, and how comfortable I feel right now with the prospect of fucking you senseless is- there's still work ahead, and I wanted you to know that, so you weren't blindsided... in media, you finally tell me your feelings, we kiss, have sex, and there's this notion that that's all the complicated stuff done. And while I'm not trying to imply you can't deal with complicated and messy, I just... want you to have some idea what you're getting into." His eyes continued to slowly flick between Ollie's, waiting for something, some sort of reassurance the Ollie still wanted him, loved him, with all of his entanglements.

God. He loved kissing Wyatt. It felt like stars danced under his skin and fireworks ran though his body. It was a surge of desire he could ride for hours, and hours, days and days. He kissed back with such passionate hunger it would make a nun blush.

Ollie was lifted up and he felt himself smiling as those lips found his a moment later, returning that kiss as his hands moved up along the others shoulder before one hand cupped the back of his neck. He could feel himself falling himself into the other so very, very easily. Just as easy as the first time. Ollie went to keep that kiss going when the other pulled away- the switch blinked a few times as the other started to speak again. His eyes meeting the dominants without hesitation. He was tempted to point out that the other was still putting a lot into the "what if" of it all. Still, Ollie took his own breath as his fingers pressed around the edge of the counter he was sitting on. There's a little bit of bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed as the other spoke about messy feelings. It felt like that should be the tagline of their entire relationship. There's a little press of his lips before he spoke again. "I understand...I mean, the appeal of Luka. I can't pretend I don't. " After all the boy was adorable, attractive and easy to get along with. A hand ran down the others chest to tease over the others heart for a moment. "I'm guessing asking you to claim us both isn't on the table? If only because I get the sense you might be worried about those messy feelings...fucking up anything with Luka or Harrison." At least that's what he gathering. "Or...am I off the mark here?" Because he had been before, sometimes seeing into Wyatt's mind wasn't always the most clear.

"Luka being an option, doesn't mean I'm out. More love isn't a deal breaker for me. But.." He knew something poly wasn't for everyone.

"I'd be happy being in your life, Wy. If you'd prefer that cleaner claim."

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Text: And what if I enjoy hands in my hair, hmm? Should I sacrifice my pleasure for yours?

Text: Well obviously yes... but since I'm sure you've noticed that I like it when someone plays with my own hair, I kind of wish your fingers were too preoccupied in my hair to run them through your own.

[sirwyattsylvester]

Text: Does it not make you desperately want to do it yourself?

Text: Well now I'm going to be counting how many times you run your hands through your hair on my next shift to get your hair to look like that at the end of the day. So once again, I have a good excuse to just spend most of my work day staring at you, so thank you for that. @sirwyattsylvester

[sirwyattsylvester]

Typical end of day look.

[sirwyattsylvester]

The submissive in front of him looked rather like a piece of art, something from the Italian renaissance, a lovely bit of Eros with the mop of curls from David himself. Wyatt could have just enjoyed looking at him for a while, but his hand twitched around the paddle, and the polite request was hardly something he could deny. He'd known it wouldn't be enough for most anyone, but it was at least good to warm up, both the flesh and his wrist, as he couldn't exactly remember the last time he took a paddle to anyone. Swinging back, Wyatt brought the paddle down with a harder clap, though he was trying to keep the increments moderate, if only just to work Luka up, to build tension.

As Wyatt gave him a bit more clarification and some insight into his scene preferences, Luka listened carefully and nodded in understanding. His naturally curious nature was really tempted to ask exactly what happened the first time he heard those words to cause such a reaction, but he was also smart enough to know now wasn't the right time to ask those types of questions. Plus, he was eager to get the scene started, so he didn't want to delay it any longer. While Luka might come off as pretty cocky, he had his own insecurities just like everyone else, especially when it came to being a submissive, so he didn't really believe Wyatt when he said he didn't have to work too hard. However, he wasn't going to let those insecurities show during their first scene, so didn't say everything that he was thinking. "Thank you, sir."

The anticipation of the first swing was probably the hardest part for Luka to deal with, so he almost instinctually jumped when he felt Wyatt's hand against his ass instead of the paddle that he was expecting. It was a good reminder that Luka needed to relax a bit, so he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. While the first hit did have some bite behind it, there was only a very slight sting that accompanied it, so it was way more pleasurable than painful. "Thank you, sir. More please."

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Kissing Ollie felt as good, probably better, as it had from the first time. One thing Ollie had never failed to do was make Wyatt feel wanted physically when they were together. The switch had an intoxicating way of being in the moment, so that the current object of his desire felt all of the power of it focused in on them. It was something that never failed to turn Wyatt on, to hit on his most self-centered desires, that primal need to be the object of someone's desire.

He easily hoisted Ollie up to be sitting on the counter as he pressed the length of his body against the younger man's, nipping the plump lips. The thought started niggling its way into his brain, at first more a feeling than actual words, but then it progressed until it felt like a full blown siren going off in his head, making it hard to focus on enjoying the body under his hands. Wyatt pulled back for a breath but hesitated to dive back into it, his eyelids slowly lifting, gazing over the face in front of him. "It's- not as simple as I'm fooling myself into thinking it is... if... if success or compatibility was entirely based on how much a person wanted or cared for someone, there'd be no question of everything working out."

Swallowing, he moved his head back a little so he could look at Ollie better, without focus issues. "But I shouldn't- let us move forward without addressing all the facts. One fact being that I've- been speaking to Luka about claims... quite matter of factly, not clouded by so many messy feelings... in fact lately, I've been... blaming romantic feelings for past failures- my first claim got fucked up by them... by my inability to balance being a Dom and a boyfriend..."

"We owe it to ourselves, right?" Ollie said easily before he was moving moved and pinned against that counter by pressure from the others hips. Ollie wasn't exactly made at that suddenly change in direction between them- though he didn't get much chance to respond before the others lips found his and he fell into that hungry, hungry kiss. There's not even a second of hesitation before he was returning that kiss with same hunger and need for Wyatt. His hands moving to brush up the others chest and curled into the others shirt. He'd missed this. The feeling of the others hands on him.

The taste of those lips, the way what Wyatt could turn on that dominating presence with such ease. He wanted the other to take him, claim him exactly like this and god it felt so damn perfect. Ollie moaned against those lips as one hand moved up to cup Wyatt's neck as he nipped and kissed at those lips, as he felt himself get swept into the other so damn easily, as he had that very same day they met.

How could he not want this forever? Wyatt's hand on him like this. That passion and need that he could summon up in his chest.

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PM: That is probably one of my shallowest nightmares, really. That someone will be telling me excitedly a plot of a book that just came out that they loved and the longer they go, the more I realize it's just one of my own favorite novels, rehashed, bastardized, turned into something that sells body pillows with movie stars' faces on them. In a way, working in the bookstore feels like I'm inviting that experience into my life. Like it's bound to happen. And the resulting lawsuit and possible prison time just really won't be worth it.

PM: I'm sure Sir Harrison wouldn't be as passionate about his restaurant if he had an open menu, kind of like your bookstore. It would be kind of demoralizing for him if everyone ordered like a basic PB&J instead of one of his 5-star dishes that he took the time to plan and develop. I'm not even that much of a big reader, and it's annoying to even me when people choose a trash novel just because it's been made into a movie over a book that's been popular for a long time because it's actually well written, so I can't even begin to imagine how frustrating that is for you. It's kind of crazy to do some digging on some of the most popular recent books to find a lot of them started out as fanfiction of another book... I guess that kind of gives the book an instant fanbase though, so that's probably one reason they're so popular, but what the fuck do I know about the book industry.

[sirwyattsylvester]

"Now you're just showing off how handsome you can be. Rude."

Wouldn't that be true of any of my pictures, though?

@artyolliesmythe

[sirwyattsylvester]

No matter how much bullshit Wyatt could think, say, feel, he was at the end of the day a hot blooded man with someone who he knew intimately and who had had plenty of time to figure out what Wyatt reacted the best to. Well, at least he wasn't as complex when it came to pleasure and sex as he tended to be in other aspects. Harrison's expert skills soon had him puddy in the other man's hand, mind blissfully blanking out as he arched his hips up, groaning as his body began to tense up, the words slipping through his lips without effort, without thought, "I'm close."

After a year and a half of blowjobs, Harrison was very in tune to Wyatt's body. He also knew Wyatt's brain well enough to know that even in the midst of pleasure, there was still a part of the other man that was dwelling on their earlier conversation. There was no way for Harrison to predict, and therefore plan, what would happen after they finished, so Harrison just decided to focus on using his intimate knowledge of Wyatt's body to get him off. With the additional room between Wyatt's legs, Harrison was easily able to crook his fingers to find the other man's most sensitive spot. He also ended up removing his hand from the base of Wyatt's cock only so that he could buried it deep in his own throat before swallowing around Wyatt's length. Since he had one hand free, Harrison moved it down to Wyatt's balls for extra stimulation.

[sirwyattsylvester]

Arching a brow when Ollie raised up his finger like a student to their tutor, he wet his lips and nodded slowly. "I'll accept that correction. After all, you're not doing anything to make me think otherwise... at the moment." His eyes dropped to Ollie's lips as he was talking. He inhaled slowly as he listened to the younger man explaining his metaphor, that he believed he was now on the other side of it. Ready. It was quite the feeling to be in front of what had been an objection of his desire, obsession, for so long, to now hear Ollie claiming to be giving himself over to him. His eyes darkened just briefly at one work, perfect, since he would have to be the ultimate hypocrite to demand perfection, when he knew how flawed he himself was. Probably more so than Ollie knew, which was a point of hesitation.

What if he wasn't good enough for Ollie? Hadn't shown him enough of himself to have gotten an accurate read? No... no, he couldn't think like that. Ollie had seen him jealous, petty, possessive, on cloud nine, hurting, angry... sure, perhaps none of those long enough to have made much of an impressions, but he had a glimpse, was that not something?

"A proper chance," He echoed, slowly turning, angling Ollie until he could pin the switch to the counter with his own hips. "I think that's a good idea... now, I'm going to do what I've been wanting to since you came into the shop, yeah?" He nodded but didn't give Ollie much of a chance to respond before he closed the short distance of their faces to claim Ollie's lips hungrily.

Communication had always been something of a roadblock, still, Ollie was trying his best as he stood in front of the other. But his head does tilt forward slightly with a smile at those easy, light word but he does take a second to hold a finger up. "You're right. Though- I would made one minor correction on that. I was holding myself back. I always had this strange metaphor about...waiting to be done cooking, I guess. Being that person I need to be to be comfortable actually wanting to be claimed. You were never the issue. And I've definitely had some dreams about you. And I definitely dreamed about a future with you. More than once. So there's the truth at the heart of it, Wyatt. I'm done cooking. I'm ready. And I want to wear your collar. Or mark or whatever you want. " Ollie raised a hand to curl his hand around Wyatt's wrist on his neck.

"This is me giving myself to you. I'm ready. I can't always be perfect- sort of a flaw of mine but I will try every day to be that for you. To be the submissive you want. Or one of them- you know." Because hey, Ollie knew the rules.

"I love you. I should have said that back the moment you said it to me, honestly." Ollie pointed out with a deep breath.

"I just don't want our ships to pass in the night, you know, without giving it a chance. A proper chance. " Ollie pointed out with a little press of his lips.

"So. If you wanna try- I'll kneel and commit."

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The eagerness with which Luka pressed into his lips, plus the pleasant but brief bite had Wyatt wondering why they hadn't been doing this so much sooner, more often? One of his hands slid up onto the back of Luka's neck, holding him there as he found himself getting intoxicated by his lips, forcing the younger man to open up for him so he could lick at his tongue. The fingertips of his other hand dug into Luka's hip and he groaned quietly against his lips.

Opening his eyes a little when the kiss broke, he too had to take in a deep breath, feeling a bit light headed but it was just as likely to be from how much of his blood was down in his cock. As a result, it took him a moment to figure out what felt off before it clicked that Luka was contorting his body away from him, then another moment to realize why. "Don't you dare," He hungrily growled, wrapping his arm around Luka's hips to pull him in close to him, feeling the submissive's cock smear its precum on his abdomen, drawing Luka's head up by the hand on his neck. "When I cum in your ass like it's made for, you're going to be a shaking, overstimulated mess, balancing right between needing to stop and never wanting it to end," He breathed, a beautiful threat or promise.

As soon as he asked for permission to kiss him, Luka's eyes zeroed in on Wyatt's lips. He didn't realize just how much he wanted to kiss the other man until he made the request, so as he watched Wyatt's tongue wet his lips, it would have been a very cruel form of torture to deny Luka. Luckily for him, he was given the go-ahead, so Wyatt barely was able to get his last word out before Luka's lips were attached to his. After lightly biting down on Wyatt's plush lip, Luka lazily licked his way into Wyatt's mouth to be able to deepen the kiss.

While his tongue was busy exploring Wyatt's mouth, Luka had slowed his hips so that he could grind himself down on Wyatt's cock as it was buried deep inside of him. Once the need to breath was too overwhelming for him though, Luka reluctantly pulled his lips away from Wyatt's, dropped his head so that it was resting on Wyatt's shoulder, and once again picked up his pace as he began to bounce on Wyatt's lap. "Fuck, sir..." Now that his speed had increased, Luka had to back his body away from Wyatt's so that his own cock wasn't too stimulated by rubbing against Wyatt.

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Trying to shut off his brain wasn't as easy as he would've liked it to be, as it might have been had his mood not gotten soured. Trying to close his eyes didn't help and he almost did open his mouth to ask Harrison to move the placement of his mouth, but luckily he didn't have to. With both Harrison's lips and hand wrapped around his cock, desire more easily took hold, taking the effort out of stopping his thoughts. His hand, now in the way, dropped to the sheets and curled them into his fist as he groaned from the feeling of Harrison's talented mouth and fingers, his legs instinctually spreading wider apart.

Eating out Wyatt was mainly for his own enjoyment than the other man's since it was something that Harrison had always loved to do. Once again though, it was making him really regret not taking Wyatt's lead to remove all of his constricting clothing before he began. His eyes caught movement above him, and Harrison had to stop himself from admonishing Wyatt or batting his had away. He wasn't a Dominant right now, so he had to pull in his instincts to tell Wyatt that he wasn't allowed to touch himself. Instead, he took the opportunity to enjoy Wyatt pleasuring himself as he continued to work his tongue deep inside. Harrison quickly became jealous of Wyatt's hand, so after placing one last kiss against Wyatt's hole, Harrison moved his lips back up to Wyatt's cock. He wrapped one of his hands around the base of Wyatt's cock, and then since Wyatt's hole was now wet enough, he worked three fingers inside of the other man.

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PM: The bookstore... I don't see it as my definitive future. It's not at all like Harrison with his restaurant and his wanting to expand them. I think I've learned that from being around him, from hearing him talk about Amme or plans for another one. It just doesn't translate the same way. Like, sure, we both are sharing something we love with others, but I don't think he has to sacrifice anything he respects so very much in his line of work, like I feel I do whenever I have to put in an order for a trash series, whenever I have to see them get bought while the classics gather dust on the shelf.

PM: A very happy coincidence indeed, sir. So just a hypothetical question though... If I'm lucky enough to end up with you being my future dominant, would you be running both the bookstore and an architectural firm? Not that I don't think you'd be able to handle both, since I doubt the architectural side of it won't ever be that big, but I'd hate for you burn yourself off or feel like you can't put your full focus into your bookstore.

[sirwyattsylvester]

It was all too easy for Wyatt to find Ollie's speech wanting. He could nitpick it to high heaven if he thought about it for longer than a second, what about it rubbed him the wrong way. How it could be so close to what he was looking for Ollie to say to him and it still sound so discordant? You- you- you- it was too impersonal. Ollie was talking to Wyatt about Wyatt, when what the older man wanted to hear was something definitive about Ollie. Even the compliment, about Wyatt being a dream man, was sullied to him by Ollie saying someone would dream about. He just wanted to snap and ask him who the fuck cares about someone?

He briefly closed his eyes to center himself. He was being a perfectionist, wanting Ollie to know exactly the right words to say, but this was real life, not a novel, not a play. Would he even be satisfied if Ollie spoke words Wyatt scripted for him? Probably not, considering even now he felt like Ollie was just telling him things he thought he wanted to hear but was avoiding talking about himself to not be completely disingenuous. Opening his eyes again, he listened to Ollie probably get as close as he could expect the other to get without actually reading his mind.

Loosening his grip on Ollie's neck, he shook his head, a small smile quirking up one side of his mouth. "What, are you saying I could have had you all this time if I hadn't been waiting around for your permission?" His tone was light, as though he was joking, but he didn't really think it was too humorous, since it wasn't exactly what he wanted. "I know I can always take you... but I've been waiting for you. To give yourself to me. To decide for yourself if I was the kind of man someone dreams about, or if I'm the kind of man you dream about. You're the only one holding yourself back."

"I think those men have been more like ships in a storm, honestly. Eager for a trip but less thrilled to stay." Ollie said lightly with a little one shouldered shrug. He'd never lacked in lovers or in bedmates. And honestly for a long time it was the sort of relationship he'd enjoyed, a certain semi-permeance romance that had filled a certain need. Thankfully the question wasn't about what he had- but he what he wanted in the future. What he wanted now. He doesn't make any attempt to step away as the other moved closer and that hand brushes though his hair. His eyes finding Wyatt's easily enough as he listens to those words. Ollie's smile turns up at those words- he couldn't help but enjoy that possessive claim, that idea that the other wanted leave a mark on him that the world would know he was owned like that.

"I- " Ollie went to respond before that hand slid against the back of his neck and his head was tilted back to stare up at the taller man who'd stepped so close into his space. Ollie's hand moved up to brush over the others chest, placing his palm over the others heart as he stared into the other eyes. HIs pouty lips parted as he took in a soft breath, letting Wyatt's words settle between them before he replied.

"I don't think there's a part- a part of that future- that couldn't be you. That isn't you, Wyatt. If you wanted it. You never failed to match me sexually, you never failed to match me when I was a brat. You had a firm hand and were so...steady when I wasn't. Ready when I wasn't." He pointed out softly. "You're the kind of man someone would dream about. Someone I didn't existed." Ollie pointed out as he moved a hand up to cup his hand along the others jawline as he leaned closer.

"If you want me brutally honest. If you want me. If you want to keep me. If you want me to wear your collar. Kneel at your feet. Be your partner in all the ways that matter in this fucking world. You could say it. Take it. Want it and I'll be your girl, your boy, your whatever. Yours. I fucked up before. I didn't lean into that truth that I knew so deeply. I was waiting to be yours."

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PM: Well, luckily for you, that's why partnership exists. So you can focus on the cool drawings and someone who maybe had no artistic talents at all can take over the business side of things. I do, as a matter of fact. Happy little coincidence, wouldn't you say?

PM: Yeah, no... I've pretty much just focused on drawing cool buildings and trying to learn how to make sure they don't fall down. Honestly haven't even thought too much past that point, which I'm sure is now pretty obvious. But yeah, making sure my future dominant handles all that shit just means that I can focus on making cool buildings that won't fall down. Do you, perchance, have a business degree, sir?