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clientdante:

Hattan managed a moan, expecting he would probably have to swallow, and already mentally prepping himself. His tongue flicked over the man’s head, and he explored there, gently, running along whatever lines he could feel before he went back down again.

Sam huffed through his nose, his face annoyed but he was inclined to shut the man up. He sucked harder, taking the man down far enough to push at his gag reflex, and swallowed.

“Direct and to the point. I love it.” He smirked dropping to his knees in front of the man.

Diesel grinned, “Let’s get to it.” Getting up from the bar, he followed Dante as they entered the hallway, making their way to the door of his room. As they got there, he watched as the man unlocked the door and strutted in. “Nice place you go here,” he said, surveying the area before taking a seat on a recliner. “So,” he snickered, “what did you want me to show you again?" 

“So, what is it that you want me to do?”

“On your knees. Right now.”

Hattan complied, knowing the best way through was to take the path of least resistance. Work the tongue, he reminded himself. He wasn’t sure how he managed not to gag, but whatever he was doing, he didn’t question it.

He leaned back, watching as the man took a sip of his drink. “Dante,” he approvingly nodded his head, “I like it. It’s exquisite to meet you, Dante, pleasures all mine.” Diesel laughed with his low rumble of a voice, “Oh really, huh?” Smirking, he give a quick wink to the man in front of him, “I definitely can’t wait for that. I could show you a whole new world.” He took another drawn out sip of the expensive alcohol.

Sam rolled his eyes at the man, but kept quiet. He pulled the guys dick out, stroking it firmly before leaning forward to take it into his mouth. Sam hummed softly, sucking the man into his mouth while looking up with a raised brow.

“Oh, I’m sure the bed will be fine. They very sturdy,” Constant said his smile turning salacious. His ear picked up on the other words and he almost drooled. “A good spanking is always best giving by hand. I mean there is nothing wrong with using a spoon, or paddle but it should be delivered with a personal touch but someone else, not a machine.” He moved over to the bed sitting down on it his posture relaxed and suggestive. “Then we should put that theory to the test, handsome.”

Sam bit his tongue against the remark that bubbled up, instead focusing on undoing the dude’s pants. “Oh yeah, with balloons and cake. And a pony,” he snipped, unable to keep his attitude in check. 

“Well, here’s your pony.” Dante motioned to his crotch. “Welcome to the Haus of Perses. Work on keeping your attitude in check or I’ll help you with that too.”

“I’d have to agree with you there.” Smizing, he looked Dante in the eyes, giving off a lustful vibe. “Lucky? I could argue that I don’t believe in luck. But then, I guess I wouldn’t be sitting next to you right now.” His face curled into a grin, “It’s Diesel. How about you?” Diesel thanked the waiter as he poured they’re glasses. He took a long, drawn out sip while keeping eye contact.

Dante nodded at the agreement to how attractive he was. “Exactly.” He hummed as the man grinned and told him his name. “Diesel. Sexy. I think I can work with that.” He took a long sip as well before replying with his own name. “Dante. That’s the name you’ll be moaning tonight.”

This one was to the point. It was refreshing when so many clients didn’t know how to act and would beat around the bush. “Do you like to do it on the floor?” he asked. “Or are you going to bring in some huge piece of equipment to make thing interesting?” They moved the bed over to where the client wanted it, making sure it was nice a center. “I assure you that I’ve been here for two years and no one has complained yet.”

If the man said anything, Hattan wasn’t exceptionally aware of it. He focused solely on what he was doing, remembering how Chase did it and trying to match that.

Hattan smirked again and closed his lips over the man’s head. This, he reminded himself, would take his best effort. Careful to shield his teeth, he moved slowly, moving his tongue almost independently as he went back and forth, carefully swallowing him.

“I was questioning your choice in location, sorry,” Sam sassed as he pocketed his the device. “I’m new so I wasn’t expecting to get started right away,” he chuckled, reaching for the guys fly. He knew that this whole place was for sex, but he hadn’t thought he’d do anything where everyone could see him.

“You shouldn’t question me at all.” Dante growled lowly. “What were you expecting? A welcoming party before you had to get to work?” 

Hattan snickered. “A light breakfast, how European,” he said easily, before kissing his way downward. This was gonna be interesting, as he’d only done this once before in his life, but he wasn’t about to tell the man that. He centered himself, licking the shaft once, and then trailing his tongue up it to the head.

Hattan smirked, letting the man guide his hands until he felt up the man’s hard-on. He ran a hand back and forth along it, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He liked this, in its own way and for its own sake, even if he seemed a little harsh.