breathlessly in love

   roman liked to play innocent at times but , kinsey knew he was a little minx. a smirk worms it’s way onto their face , applying the smallest bit of pressure. not fully slipping in though , just yet. “oh , you deserve it? ” they hum with a chuckle. though the joking nature quickly fades to black , arousal taking back over. gripping the base of their length firmly , they’re circling roman’s entrance. kinsey is finally pushing into the boy , groaning at the impossible tightness. it takes all of their will power , not to just press into him all at once. instead they’re easing into the other , letting him adjust. they give an experimental thrust of hips , watching for roman’s reaction. with a low hiss , kinsey’s pulling almost completely out , only to slam right back into the boy. setting a steady pace , as they continue. hands keeping a firm grip , on the nurse’s hips. 

it was dakota’s responsibility to see over all the operations at the club and that usually meant she was running around most of the night. making people pay up, deescalating situations and even assisting bar back if necessary. however, seeing as it was ciara’s first night on the floor she was keeping a special eye out for her. despite not loving the idea of people ogling after her, it was definitely a step up from the idea of her being an escort. none the less, she was sure to visit the dressings rooms when he scheduled shift was over. “so, what’d you think?” 

even though ciara wasn’t experienced with stripping and dancing, and she felt some of the other girls were way better at it than she was, she had fun doing it and quite enjoyed it. she even made a few hundred in tips alone for her first night doing it. she was adjusting her hair when dakota had come to the dressing rooms and it had immediately put a smile on her face to see her. “i thought it was fun, i enjoyed it,” she replied, “i can understand why strippers are in such good shape now, it’s a lot of work to do dances all night on a pole,” a little laugh escaped her as she tucked her hair behind her hair, “do you want me to wait for you to get off?”

“but how much do you love me.” his lips brushed up against the male’s bare skin. “compared to your milkshake i mean.” it was hard for haven to control himself, with reyn, he knew all the ways to turn him on even if it was all unintentional. he was just on one. “i tried asking nicely, and you made fight you, when i did.” he laughed softly teasing the male, that so precariously in his lap. 

reyn let out a breathy chuckle at the question, head leaning to the side as his lips brushed over his skin. “compared to my milkhsake? that’s a hard question,” he teased, moving his head back so their lips were mere inches apart. “i think.. i love you a bit more than my milkshake,” his lips brushed against haven’s, “i’m just protective over my milkshake.” his hand came to cup the man’s cheek before pressing their lips together finally.

                    this is the most mundane job he had ever done in his life and despite that, he had fun. mostly when he was threatening men and punching them but despite his demeanor, the girls would try and give him small talk, make him feel like he wasn’t a statue. his work ethic made it so that he didn’t need to make friends, they were dispensable, and they can be used to hurt you, and it was what he wanted to avoid especially in his line of work. this would be one of the moments he would give himself a break from that ethic as he could talk to her, of all people.     ❝ everyone disappears. you should know that. ❞    he told her, metaphorically, of course. everyone leaves one way or another. if it was not death, then it was either a resignation, leaving the country, so on and so forth. he shrugged at her question, wanting to entertain her but not without telling her too much. he glanced towards his post, seeing if anyone had done a moment of trouble while he wasn’t there then back towards lila, nodding as soon as her words had reached him.     ❝ talking isn’t really my specialty. ❞    he responded, trying to throw her off because he did not want to be attached to her or vice versa.

she let out a slight laugh at that, “everyone disappears? i guess you have a point there, don’t you?” she glanced down at his hand as she continued to press the ice to his hand, “i figured you would be someone with a pessimistic point of view, i guess i was right,” it was all teasing, but it was still true. lila knew some people just weren’t the kind to make friends at work. they came to do their job and only their job, and she could respect that. it just disappointed her that ethan was one of those people. ever since he started she had thought he was one of the only attractive bouncers the club had had. she nodded her head, “it’s a bit sad talking isn’t your specialty,” she glanced up at him, “well, sad for me of course,” her teeth caught her lower lip as she bit down on it to repress a smile. she could sense that he was trying to throw her off, make her uninterested, but he underestimated her will to not give up one something, or someone. “even if your hand will magically heal tomorrow, i just want to make sure it doesn’t swell so you can still use it”

                   the first few minutes with the man, and it had seemed like she was failing what she was intended for. she wasn’t sure how to move about or what to say. he wasn’t like the men who wanted her to suck their cocks the first minute she entered the room. and for that, she was caught like a first timer who stumbled around trying to figure out what would make her client happy.     ❝ oh. ❞   she released, letting a shaky laugh go because it was a joke, right? she needed to laugh?    ❝ talk? i mean… like… casually? wouldn’t that ruin the mood? ❞   she asked, head tilted in curiosity as she spun her wine glass with her hand, playing with it due to nervousness. what would she talk about? there’s not much about her. she doubted he wanted to know WHY she was here or HOW she got here. and she didn’t think he would want to hear about her past or whatever. what the fuck is casual talk? she gives him a smile in response to his words, inching closer when he pulled her in. he did seem like the type to throw away money. with that face and all? she doubted that he needed to hire women like her to satisfy themselves.    ❝ yeah, i’m a good girl. do you like good girls? ❞   ah, yes, dirty talk. she added the question to add casualty on it, much like he had requested.

he could tell that he made her nervous, which was surprising considering he had assumed she was experienced. or maybe she just wasn’t used to men like him. he let out a soft chuckle, “yes, casually, have you never flirted casually with your clients before?” he questioned, raising a brow at her as she played with the wine glass. he hummed as she moved in when he pulled her in, hands resting on her hips, gently moving down her thighs and back up, fingers pushing the thin dress she wore up a bit before it dropped back as his hands moved up her hips. he wanted to have his fun first, he was always a man that enjoyed foreplay. “i do like good girls,” he spoke with his charming smile, “are you going to be a good girl for me?” his hands slid up her waist and he gently guided her to straddle him.

  did she want it as a date-date? truthfully , coraline doesn’t know. she can’t deny the obvious attraction to her , that she’s got. but dating , was a tricky relationship. if things didn’t workout between them , how would that affect their friendship? “ so what does she do? dodge the question , entirely. “ let’s worry about getting our supplies and setting up for tonight , first. we can talk about that stuff later. ” she assures with a smile , tugging her along. “ candy? seriously , paris. you’re going to want sleep at some point , you know. that’ll get you all hyped up , crazy.” it’s more of an affectionate jab , as she sticks her tongue out. once they reach the store , she grabs them a cart. leading them towards the snacks aisles. “ we shouldn’t have to worry about  toiletries , i have plenty of spare toothbrushes. and you practically have your own section of closet space , at my place. so no need to worry about clothes. ”  

paris noted how the other decided to skip over her question, and the feeling of disappointment just grew. she didn’t think it would be weird if it was, sure they were best friends, but what was the problem with that? they already knew they got along, a date would just add more romantic and physical things. paris nodded, “okay, you know best,” she replied, following after her as she tugged her along. “hey! don’t judge me! i like sweet things, even if they make me a bit hyper,” she giggled, sticking her tongue out right back at her. paris unlooped their arms as they got to the store, following coraline as she led the way to the snack aisle, “oh yeah! that’s right, i think i left my favorite pink dress at your house last time, i couldn’t find it the other day,” she spoke as they reached the snack aisle, paris immediately skipping over to the candy and grabbing some twizzlers.

  they could watch roman like this for hours on end , a whimpering mess , all because of them. he was gorgeous , trying his hardest to stay quiet. admittedly , kinesy had even more devious motives. fingering their boyfriend over a desk , was only the beginning. they continue stroking along the blonde’s smooth walls , pressing into the spot again and again. their own jeans beginning to tighten , as they continue. until finally stopping completely and removing fingers all together , standing to undo their pants and pull out two small items. “ since you did such a good job staying quiet , i’ll reward you. with practiced ease , they’re rolling a condom over their rigid length. squirting out the small packet of lube , for extra precaution. using their free hand , kinsey spreads apart one of roman’s round cheeks. teasing his winking little hole , with the tip of their cock. “ you good to go , sweetheart? you tell me to stop , and i’ll stop. ” they reconfirm , waiting for the okay , from roman. 

they already had roman so desperate for more, and they knew just how to get him there in the best way. he continued to brokenly moan into his hand as they stroked along his walls and pressed into his spot over and over again, his legs beginning to shake from the constant teasing strokes. when kinsey finally pulled their fingers out he let out a whine of protest and turned his head to look back and complain that they stopped, but stopped himself as soon as he saw they were undoing their pants. if it wasn’t for the fact that roman was such an exhibitionist, he would’ve told them it was too risky, but instead he just turned his head forward again, “please do, i deserve it.” he got more and more excited as he listened to them get ready to fuck him, biting his lip as they spread his cheeks apart and pressed their cock against his hole. he nodded his head quickly,” im good, i’m good,” he confirmed, “go ahead, please”

teasing reyn was one of haven’s favorite past times, now was truly no exception especially given their current position, their bodies pressed against each other so closely. warm breath on each others skin. “ you really won’t give up that milkshake?” wiping the corner of his on his mouth with a lazy hand. his eyes dropped staring at his lover’s gentle, plump lips. “ put it down and kiss me for real.” he demanded. 

it was always easy for haven to get reyn all flustered, he always had a way with words that just got reyn all hot under his skin. this was definitely one of those moments with how they both sat so close, pressed against each other. it always made his heart beat a bit faster. “no, i won’t, i love this milkshake,” he giggled, though he could tell the situation was getting serious, and as soon as haven demanded he put it down he leaned over to set it on the coffee table, coming back up to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, “you’re not even gonna ask nicely?”

How cute it was to see the boy whine for him. “You act as though I don’t have other cute boys ready to give themselves to me. I want you as much as I want anyone. After all Ronen, you are a blood bag.” Cruel as it was, Ave was never nice. He didn’t care for people all that much. Though he had a spot for Ronen on his shelf, that didn’t mean the boy had a spot in Ave’s being. “Can you? You’re willing to do anything hmm?” He kissed the corner of Ronen’s mouth and smirked. “Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you and feed from you. But do it while licking my boot. If you really want to be the twink I desire you’ll behave and lighten my mood. Come on Ronen, be a fucking slut for me.” 

ronen’s pout only increased as ave spoke of having other’s to go play with, making him stomp his foot a bit, “that isn’t fair, i know i’m your favorite,” he didn’t know for sure, he was assuming to make himself feel better. he didn’t like knowing he wasn’t the only option. “yes, i am, i’ll do anything,” he was a desperate, but that wasn’t something ronen was ever ashamed of, or even slightly embarrassed about. he let out a groan as ave simply kissed the corner of his mouth so teasingly, but it was his request that caught him slightly off guard. he hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes to make sure he was serious, and when he realized he finally was, he whined. though it didn’t stop him from sliding down to his knees infront of him, leaning down and letting his tongue run a strip over his boot. “please sir, please fuck me,” he licked another strip along it, “i want you to treat me like a little slut,” another lick, “and feed from me,” two more, “please, fuck me, bite me, use me.”

    a simple shrug of shoulders , is bailey’s response. giving a little victory dab , at being correct. “aaahh , knew it. what’re you doing all the way over here , if you don’t mind me asking.” he quips curiously , resuming in setting up. “ noice , man. first plans working out are awesome , i might just recruit you as a good luck charm. and i’ll cover all of your future tabs , in return. ” the offer is thrown out semi-jokingly , as he gives his own grin. hearing the other talk about his dislike for the usual clientele , bail gives a fervent nod of his head. jokingly slamming a fist onto the bar-top , as he leant in. “ you and i both , bub. on the plus side though , at least i get paid for it. not nearly enough but , beggars can’t be choosers , am i right? ” waving a dismissive hand , he brushes off the other’s bashfulness. “ naaah , don’t even worry. server or bartender , it’s all the same. english can be a tricky language sometimes , even i have a hard time with it.” he muses with a friendly laugh , sticking out a hand. “ i’m bailey , by the way. or bail , works perfectly fine. or as some drunk last night called me , spongebob with his jelly-fishing glasses on. ” 

jasper let out a soft amused laugh at the other’s victory move, shrugging his shoulders simply, “i moved here when i was a teenager, haven’t had a chance to go back to visit since,” he explained, not really minding that he asked. he smiled wide at the joking offer, taking another small sip of his drink and shaking his head, “i am told i’m a great good luck charm.” he laughed as he spoke of the usual clientele and how he wasn’t payed enough for it, tipping his glass towards him as a sign of sympathy, “you are definitely right there,” he smiled, “oh! bartender! that’s what it is,” he jokingly slapped his forehead before pushing his hair out of his face, “i swear my brain doesn’t work sometimes.” he glanced down at his hand for a moment before placing his own in it and shaking his hand, “ah, yes, spongebob, the best compliment,” he chuckled, “i’m jasper”