Bhavan ap Pithou

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Terms & Conditions

One per character

Bhavan is top only

Such as right now, as Alistair witnessed a foolish excuse of a man who was clearly too drunk and too grotesque to know better than to not invade the space of another like that without permission. Only made worse by the arrogant words spewing from his mouth, likely someone who had enough station to think themselves above respecting others.

Which is why, with just a twist of his own fingers, the sound of bones snapping under telekinetic magic causing the man to scream bloody murder and drop whatever he'd been holding in that hand, clutching the broken wrist with the other hand. No doubt some would rush to his side to see what was wrong, Alistair would not be one of them. Instead he would simply take a sip from his drink, looking effortlessly composed if not slightly annoyed by the man's frantic yells.

As he entered the tavern, he saw that all of his concerns were being validated and it had been wise for him to grab a servant's cloak and hood before leaving the castle. It looked as though he was going to have to get into some fisticuffs with a drunk who was all but outright groping one of his family's loyal retainers. He sighed about the spectacular mess this could wind up, when he saw the man accosting him start screaming.

"Er, oi, d'ya see that there commotion, yer lairdship?" Bhavan speaks in a higher nasal voice to the man nearest him, keeping the hood shadowing his face, and hoping that he had gotten this Delish accent right. "I wunda what sthopped ther' ruffian!"

“Well, it is kind of embarrassing,”  Lorenzo says, although his smile is more coy and less mortified.  In truth, he hoped this went the sexy way and not the scary way, but he was the kind of man who liked to roll the dice.  He slowly, perhaps too slowly, began to raise the hem of his gown.  Given the sexy doctor’s entrance, it was getting some help from Lorenzo’s cock getting hard.  “A friend suggested I try a cock ring, but you see doctor, now that I’m not flaccid, I cannot remove it.  Can you help me?”

The movement of the gown was unexpected, of course it drawing Mateo’s attention to the hem that continued it’s trek north along the others legs baring more of his skin the further up he pulled it. The doctor couldn’t bring his focus anywhere else but that hem of his gown, and soon enough the gown was pulled up enough just as he mentioned his predicament. The doctor couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head in jest towards the client, “sure does sound like a big problem you’ve got there…” Mateo unable to keep his sights off of the others trapped erection, walking towards where the other sat. “Lay back, I need to examine the area to figure out the best means of treatment.” He smirked, fuck it if the patient could play he could too, right?

“Given how serious this could get, I did suggest to your nurse that I might be taking up more of your time than a usual session.  I hope you don’t mind my presumption.  I just want to ensure that I have your undivided attention, Doctor.”

Lorenzo wasn’t afraid of anything, on the ground.  He hated flying, though.  Too many action movies had shown him just how delicate the things were and statistical probablity had never offered him comfort.  He was a bad flyer, and often drank quite heavily prior to flying.  Now that he was finally on the island, the first thing he wanted to do was to sweat out the booze before he made any naughty or bad decisions.  

When he opened the door to the sauna and found a gorgeous man, naked and relaxed there, inviting him in; what could he do?  Dropping his towel, he padded over and sat near the male.  “Si.  I’m Lorenzo.”

So much for starting off slow and easing into his stay.

“Well, since it is your main haunt, maybe you can suggest some reasons why I should stay,”  Lorenzo brings his hand down on Marcus’ knee with a grin.  “or why I should go?”

Groaning as he finally began to wake up, the sheets sliding down his bare back, a breeze blew into the room and left a trail of goosebumps over his skin. Keeping his face pressed into the pillow, stubbornly clenching his eyes shut, Benjamin let out another groan in protest as the all to familiar headache of a hangover filled his clouded head with pressure.

Stretching out his legs, he froze in place against the mattress as he felt someone else in the bed beside him. Great. He was a bit too old for drunken hook-ups, especially one's he couldn't currently remember happening, but maybe the fact he was still wearing his briefs meant things hadn't gone too far. Not that he would have minded hooking up, in fact part of him hoped he had managed to get himself fucked, he just didn't want to deal with the embarrassment of having to ask them what their name was again. So for now he was going to avoid admitting he had no memory of last night; because that was the mature thing to do and certainly wouldn't backfire on him in anyway.

“I do.  That is to say, I know how to make espresso drinks and Turkish coffee.  Next to you, on the bedside table, is an Americano.  Next to it are some assorted sugar and sugar alternatives and a little carafe of oatmilk.  If you have an allergy to oats and need milk in your coffee, that’s all I have available.”

After Ben has sat up and taken a sip of coffee, Lorenzo asks, as politely as he can; “Bien.  Now that you are one sip closer to humanity, a few questions?  To start with, who are you?  Also, why did I find you in my bed when I got in last night?  Since it’s a king sized bed, I slept next to you, since you don’t snore.  Even as drunk as a lord.  Also, I’m Lorenzo.”  

“I was trying to think of how we could 69 and still have everyone see us.  Something where I can suck this sexy dick, but where I can also eat this lucious ass,”  Lorenzo says as he gropes the man’s cheeks.  Two, thick fingers tease and press against August’s backdoor.  “Because yeah, I want them to see me fucking the hottest guy on the lanes.”

Lorenzo shifts his grip so he can free his cock from the Feltham jockstrap.  Once freed, he lifts August’s cock up so that he can tap it on his lips and then his tongue.  Without any further preamble, Lorenzo is pressing forward, taking the lawyer as deep as he can into his mouth.  At the back of his mouth, Lorenzo begins to swallow, easing the other man’s cock into his throat.