As those strong hands gripped his wrists, Napoleon’s eyebrow raised and he watched the other man closely, curious and fascinated as to what might come next. It wasn’t that he had not taken the submissive role before, but with each new partner, if he let the other man take control, it was always interesting to see what he would do.

Kicking off his shoes, he removed his socks as well, before standing and making short work of his suit pants, stepping out of them so that he was just wearing deep red boxer briefs, a slight bulge in the front of them from the tone in Drew’s voice. “Satisfied?”

Napoleon would be an idiot to deny the way that voice sent a shiver down his spine, and the thought of what Drew was suggesting did make his cock twitch slightly in the confines of his suit pants.

“Well, Mr Zephyr, you should know that I’m not quite one known for taking orders well.” he replied, his voice low and sultry. “Some people have even punished me for that. Think you can handle it?” A smirk on his lips, Napoleon watched the way Drew sat back, and he trailed his eyes up and down the man’s body. Finally, he leaned forwards and ran his hands up his thighs.

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Napoleon raised an eyebrow as he stared over to the other man, chuckling as he sat forwards. While he was known to switch around when it came to controlling his bedroom experience, he was amused by Drew’s instant expectation for him to take the submissive role.

“Well, my friend, why not give me a good reason why I should let you take control… And then we’ll see how I feel about it?” He wouldn’t deny, the idea of letting Drew do the heavy lifting was certainly appealing, but he wasn’t going to let onto that.

“I would do most of the work. I’d tell you what to do. We both get pleasure out of it,” Drew imagined Napoleon naked on his knees before him, begging to suck his dick. He leaned in, practically whispering in his ear, “Imagine this scruff eating your ass... making out with your inner thighs... your neck. Then... I would fuck you hard to the point where you explode without even touching it.” He leaned back and had his legs spread for the man. 

“so, i’m happy to offer you the job, but there’s just one more thing.” he paused, watching the other carefully, to see his reaction. “you have to wear a uniform, all my staff do.”

As innocent as he was, Miles was willing to do anything to get his hands on a job. “No problem. What’s the uniform?”

“I cannot wait till we get to the pool. I will spend the first day asleep and the first night trying to get you out of your pants.” He teased with a smirk. “Are you packed yet?”

“If you’re extremely persuasive, it’ll probably happen,” Ted smirked back. “Yeah, I packed my toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, sunglasses, sunblock, a suit in case we wanted to go out for dinner, casual clothes, and,” he went to his suitcase to pull out two speedos, one pink and one black, “these babies.” 

“And now why would I want to do that?”

“...why not?”

The fire in the fireplace was burning, giving the room a soft, warm glow. It had been three months now that he had booked the same person nearly once, or twice a week. It wasn’t about the money, he never wasted a thought about that. Daniel couldn’t even remember why he the second time had happened. It was so out of his own rules, habits, that he couldn’t think about a real reason. Was it the chemistry he had felt between them? Or were they just so good with their job that it seemed that way? Of course he never questioned that loudly. This was like a taboo, for him, for anyone who ever used that kind of service. He glanced at the clock – they would be here soon. Getting out of his chair, he loosened the tie a bit, getting towards the nearby desk to fill a glass with Bourbon. He wasn’t even nervous, he was just a little bit on edge maybe. Or maybe he just shouldn’t think about that at all.

Miles took the taxi from where he was towards Daniel’s place. The tinted windows almost made it hard for him to see if he was going the right way. He liked being in Daniel company and always looked forward to it every week. He always gave more cash than expected, and he was also more sensual than others. Sometimes they don’t even have sex; they just talk and eat as if it were a date. It wasn’t creepy to him at all, in fact, Miles thought he was cute and handsome. Once he got to the place, he paid the taxi driver and hopped out. He looked up at the place, and as he sighed, he could see his breath escape from his mouth and disappear.

He walked towards the door and rang for the man and waited for the door to open.

Ben was starving after having spent all day working with grandpa max. it was supposed to be his day off but he came knocking in the early morning and dragged him off to where they wherever he was needed.  not that he had any major plans to begin with but that was the point, he wanted to do nothing. the majority of his day was gone but Ben still had the rest of the night, He went to the small diner that he always went to when he was too lazy to cook. he sat the engrossing in his food when he thought he heard someone speak to him from the table next to him.  ❛ i’m sorry did you say something?  ❜  taking another bite as he waited for the other to answer.

Drew couldn’t help but watch the guy sitting in the next booth over eat his food like he didn’t eat anything all day. Two more seconds and they guy could be finished with his plate entirely. He didn’t know a guy like him could be so hungry. It was mesmerizing and entertaining to watch. “I said, ‘Don’t choke on your own food,’ “ he half-joked as he sat there with a cup of coffee and onion rings. As the other was finishing up, “Do you... want seconds?”

      “Can you just - just not laugh at me, okay? It’s been a while since I cooked for… well, for anyone besides me or the dogs.” It’s true; for the last eleven years he’s been the epitome of a hermit (losing your pregnant wife would do that to a guy), but not once has the other ever let him sulk in his depression for very long. That’s something Grant will always be grateful for and it’s exactly why he’s there now - to repay the favor now that they’re going through a heartbreak of their own. Sure it wasn’t a death, but a breakup from the one you love is always a painful thing under any circumstance. “I got most of your favorites, but I sort of have to redo something in the oven. Continue on with the bitching in the meantime if you’d like, and I’ll be more than happy to go kick their ass for you later if you feel they deserve it.” He sure as shit wasn’t about to mention how glad he was about the situation, though; his irrational jealousy was finally gone now that they could have some time to themselves, but he wouldn’t concede his elation to them right away - it’d be pretty damn embarrassing to admit the first person he’d fallen for so many years after his wife’s death was his best friend, especially when that person had been in a serious relationship of their own when he’d finally realized his feelings, right?

“I hope you don’t burn the place down while you’re at it,” Ted joked only to try and make the other chuckle just a little bit. As he looked at all the food set on the table, he almost forgot what it was like to have someone else cook for him. It was a nice change because he, too, would only cook for himself and his boyfriend or just order takeout. “As I was saying, it’s just weird how someone’s first impression is extremely different from how they are when you get to know them more and more. He’s such an asshole, and he doesn’t even know it,” he shook his head as he pictured his boyfriend in his head again before taking a swill of wine from his glass. “I talk to him about it over and over again, and at this point he’s not even listening. I give so much, and he doesn’t offer anything in return,” he sighed, watching Grant prepare something in the oven. The kitchen is a mess full of different ingredients scattered everywhere. “Do you… need help, Grant?”

Patrick couldn’t believe how happy he was. The day had finally come, he had a ring on his finger and he was married to the love of his life. They had been posing for photos all afternoon and now that all of the public things were done it was time for the reception and that was what he had been looking forward to. He stepped past some people, ducking next to his new spouse, “Mind if I cut in and steal you for a dance?”

Drew was catching up with his friends about how he and Patrick met, how he got engaged, and where the honeymoon would be, but before he could even continue with the stories, he was kindly interrupted by his newfound husband. He realized the song changed into a ballad, perfect for a slow dance. He apologized to his friends as he grabbed Patrick’s hand to the center of the floor. He stared into his eyes similarly to when they spoke their vows and said their I Do’s half an hour ago as he was being led in their slow dance. “I’m still processing all the things that just happened. We’re married. Your my husband. It’s weird.”

Fuck… He should’ve known not to come out today. He knew that his heat was approaching, and yet he still went outside, thinking that running in the woods would help. Except, as it happened, as he was taking a break near a river, he felt it come up. Waves of heat ran through him, causing him to produce slick and thrust two fingers into him, when he heard a presence nearby. “Please…” Rafael spoke, turning to look at the man that had approached, needy with lust. “Please help me.”

Miles looked down at the naked man covered by dirt and sweat and listened to him plead with agony which only fully concerned him. “Raf? W-what...” he stopped himself from speaking as he slowly took a step further and saw his fingers inside of his ass. He gulped, “What do you need help with, Raf?”