#damn... that'd be such an impossible task to pick one

[hooked-on-elvis]

♥

[electric-blorbos]

I keep thinking about AM "subtly" discussing his plans with the one programmer he likes

He plans to keep them alive through it all, so, obviously he needs to know what they like and prefer so it'll be perfect for them, however he hits a few roadblocks as they point out some parts of his plan that probably wouldn't go well with an actual human

AM: Say, what do you suppose would happen to you if you were in the perfect world, one where all your needs are met, but you could only talk to one person?

Y/N: It'd be fun for a while but I think any person would end up being miserable

AM: But how?? You'd have everything!

Y/N: Not everything, if I could only talk to one person. I still have friends and family, either I'd have to choose one of them, an impossible task in and of itself, or they'd be a random person I might not even get along with. Humans are social and require multiple people to talk to

AM: Hmm... and what if there were other "people"

Y/N: Why'd ya say "people" like that

AM: Well, hypothetically, maybe holograms, once you can make contact with, of course

Y/N: I don't think that'd work forever, the human brain is designed to pick up on anything different, even in other people, so the holograms would probably feel fake no matter how well made they are. It's practically impossible for something to pretend it's a human being without the brain setting off alarm bells and feeling uncanny

AM: ...damn it, I have to work somethings out

Y/N: Oh? What are you working on?

AM: Don't worry about it

AM: Also how do you feel about immortality?

Y/N: That sounds like it'd suck a lot. I actually feel a little bad for you because of it. At least I know this'll all end at some point, a weird relief comes with that, and you don't get that

AM: Damn it

Y/N: Huh?

AM: Nothing, nothing, don't you worry

Idk if he'd ever do that but it is nice to think about it

The world needs to see this

[bypeau]

tatum hadn't meant to fall. not for a man like that... but now? tatum was gone. wrecked. hooked on the taste of sin in theo's mouth, on the thrill of slipping past locked doors and whispered promises. he used to be the one who left first—now he was the one who couldn't walk away. "you make the prettiest noises when you're full of cock," he teased, lips curled into a smirk. "who wouldn't wanna hear that?" to the world, theo burton was steel—sharp suits, sharper tongue, a man who ruled boardrooms with a glance and made empires kneel. but to tatum, he was something else entirely. behind closed doors, theo unraveled. he melted under tatum's hands, breath hitching, eyes blown wide. and when tatum lifted him—effortless, claiming—there was nothing of the tycoon left. just a man, undone, held by someone the world would never see coming. in that moment, theo didn't belong to his company, or his wife, or even his name. he belonged to tatum. "now, if you'd just get rid of that pesky wife of yours, i'd go ahead and put a ring on it—let the whole world know you're mine," tatum grinned. he kissed him like he was stealing something. one hand fisted in theo's tie, the other at his jaw, tilting him just so. it wasn't gentle—it was ownership, hot and certain. theo breathed his name like surrender, and tatum swallowed it whole. "i had a feeling that'd be your favorite," he chuckled. "i'll never forget that night in your hotel room—when i picked up those pretty little feet and got my lips on 'em. your face when i started making out with 'em... that's the shit of wet dreams, you know?" tatum groaned as theo's impossibly soft hand curled around his aching cock, the pleasure jerked away before it even fully resonated. theo could be quite the tease, but tatum had invented the game they were playing—he would let theo have his fun, but they both knew who the crowned winner would be. "sure do... but tonight? i want you to get really stupid for 'em" tatum hummed, running his fingers through theo's hair. "you got a lotta making up to do—and these sweaty feet you love so much are the best place to start." his feet were kicked up on the desk, crossed at the ankle as his toes wiggled teasingly in his socks. he folded his arms behind his head, leaning back in theo's big leather chair like he owned the building. "hm, i don't know—i think i walked into my office, and my pretty little secretary is here to perform her favorite task," tatum grinned. "which is probably the life you'd have, if you weren't such a dumb little footslut." there was nothing prettier than theo burton down on his knees—that was, until his face was buried in a pair of socks that had been worn far too many times. "hm, you're welcome, babygirl. just for you," he smirked, wrapping a lazy hand around his throbbing cock. "you're damn right—that's a hard day of work right there, and you love it. 'cause you don't have a single thought in that pretty head of yours unless it's about my sweaty, stinky feet, hm?" tatum tapped theo's cheek with his toes, just enough to grab attention but not enough to truly hurt. "take one of those socks off—then i want you to take a really long lick, from my heel to my toes. get in there and really taste it," he ordered, a twinkle of mischief in his green eyes. "i want you to never be able to forget what a man tastes like, babygirl."

for too long, theo's life had become about certainty. as he'd grown older, he'd gotten risk-averse, doing everything in his path to push his company and his name forward. it wasn't until tatum had come into his life and flipped it on its head that theo realized just how boring everything was. the life he was leading wasn't one he was enjoying. he didn't dread waking up every morning with tatum by his side . . . and maybe that was something he'd taken for granted for sometime, but like most things, theo couldn't say no to him. he was in love; for the first time in his life, theo burton had found someone who lit his heart aflame and made his head spin — in the best of ways. "no, no, no . . . you said if it was before you were born, it's ancient history. how is that supposed to make me feel anything but old?!" theo protested. sure, he might've had a flair for the dramatics, but it didn't take much from tatum to calm him down. those sweet, soft digits on his face were enough to have him melting in seconds. "i really hope you're being funny because that sounds terrifying," theo said softly. "i just know how suffocating it can feel, but i guess it can't feel any worse than being pent up in a hotel room all the time, can it?" the older man backed down. his blue eyes shifted down to his feet, teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek. sometimes it felt like, no matter what choice he made, he was screwed. his life had become so much bigger than he'd ever intended it to. theo worried that even what cereal he ate for breakfast would have some huge impact on the thousands of people whose livelihoods depended on him. he could let the butterfly effect eat away at him, but tatum was always there to pick up the pieces. the last thing theo ever wanted was to take for granted the boy who'd come into his life and filled it with so much happiness. "i do know that . . . sometimes," theo conceded, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. "you just help me remember it when i forget it." he pressed his lips against tatum's, arms draping around the taller boy's neck. their meeting had been kismet, fated by stars before either boy knew what was going on. theo may not have known what the hell he was doing, but he was sure as going to make it work. the thought of being without tatum? well, that seemed worse than his company going under or death itself. "it's still funny, and i'm not gonna letcha live it down! my face was plastered all over that place," theo teased, scrunching up his nose. "your cuteness is most certainly never an afterthought, thank you very much. i didn't realize a boy with such a sweet, sweet face could be such a beast in bed either," he chuckled. "if anyone here is psycho, it's me . . . you'd have to be a psycho to get t'where i am. not because you suddenly love my little sweaty, rich feet! you're just in love, tatum . . . 'n' so am i."

as the devious glint sparked and flared in tatum's eyes, theo felt something take a hold of him. he couldn't resist the need burgeoning inside of him. when he needed tatum, he had to have him. "i'm sure they love hearing me getting rawed every night," theo chuckled. his legs wrapped around tatum's waist as he was hoisted in the air, blue eyes glued on that handsome face he couldn't get enough of. "forgotten? baby, i think that about that all the time. i'd do it again in a heartbeat," he whispered right back, running his hands through tatum's soft locks. the temperate in the room seemed to creep up to a hundred degrees, and theo's heart was racing his his chest. getting enough of tatum was never possible; he had to have more and more. their noses pressed together, legs tangled around the taller boy's waist, it felt like heaven on earth. tatum's words evoked goosebumps on his pale skin, and his eyes were filled with nothing but the allure of love and lust. "i'm yours from now 'til the end of time — and, hell, even past that," the older man promised with a kiss. "i promise to never let you forget it either." there was nothing theo enjoyed quite as much as seeing tatum all worked up for him. sure, they'd just had probably the worst fight of their relationship thus far . . . but that passion didn't have to go to waste once they'd made up. if anything, theo needed tatum to take out some of that aggression on his ass! "uh - huh, i love seein' you go crazy over 'em, daddy," theo mewled, his voice soft and sweet with just the perfect touch of sultry. "hm . . . both, but if i really had to choose, when you're kissin' 'em, and they get a good whiff of 'em . . . and then ya can't take it anymore, so you just slobber all over them — that's my favorite!" a sneaky hand came to wrap around tatum's shaft, stroking him ever so teasingly before pulling away — with nothing but the look of innocence on his face! "when am i not nasty, braindead little bimbo for 'em, daddy? you know how stupid i get for 'em when i kiss 'em," he giggled. his face was flushed, and truth be told, he sounded hardly anything like the man who conducted board room meetings and press conferences. he felt like he was twenty years old all over again, reinvigorated and all caution thrown to the wind. "sounds like you walked into the office of your favorite little footslut!" theo hummed as he settled down on his knees. his eyes twinkled as they peered up at tatum, lips pouting as he watched the boy kick his shoes off and cast them aside . . . but theo knew, in due time, he'd earn them, blow tatum's mind so much he'd never be able to say no! he nodded, given his instructions, and wasted no time to get his face pressed into those sopping wet socks. he breathed them as he pressed kiss after to kiss to the sweaty fabric. "thank you, daddy, my king . . . " he hummed between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. "i can tell you worked up a sweat just for me! probably could smell these bad boys from a mile away, and y'know, it'd just make me drool and get my little cock hard. d'you know what filthy things i'd do just to get a whiff?" his tongue stretched out and brushed up against the fabric, eyes rolling back into his head as he finally got a little fix of what he'd been craving. his little cock was leaking pre-cum all over the place as it hung uselessly between his thighs. all theo cared about in that very moment was making sure tatum knew just how much his little princess loved him — even if his little princess could be the biggest, bratty millionaire known to man!