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slight frown creases his forehead, wouldn’t argue though, try and prove he wasn’t dumb because right now, the ball was firmly in dean’s court and he knew he needed to play as nice as possible .  glances behind him as the other approaches, the back of his knees already pressed against the bed frame, he really had nowhere to go unless he wanted to try tackling the male to make it to the door and judging by their differences in stature he wasn’t sure he’d be the successful one .  eyes widen as the blonde eases his shirt off his torso, averts his gaze upwards, focusing in on where the wall met the ceiling, heart is pounding, cock twitching in interest .  feels betrayed by his own body, prospect of getting to touch another man has length aching, ‘ i can’t, i’m not . . i’m not gay, i can’t . ’  but by god, how much does his drunken self want to service the beast of a man before him, swallow down his load as he begs for forgiveness .  

assumes the other is joking, clearly he’s joking .  though neither of them are laughing, and now he’s just stood before this hunk of a man not knowing if he’s free to go .  scared the other will tell his girlfriend about how he found him sat on his bed, jerking off while smelling his old gym shirt  ––  it’s an odd thing to suggest as a joke though .  or maybe it’s a test, ‘ i’m gonna’ go then, but please, please don’t tell her .  it won’t happen again, i promise, i’m just . . tipsy and i get real dumb when i’ve been drinking .  please promise me . ’

had hoped the male wouldn’t want to deal with this situation, would just shoo him out of his room and curse him for being an inconvenience, didn’t think he would so boldly call him out .  follows the other’s eyes down to his crotch, cock still hidden, not that there was much point now, he’s pretty sure dean had seen it all   –––   ‘ i wasn’t . .  i mean i was, i just thought you wouldn’t be in here . ’  still doesn’t explain the shirt, but he’ll stand, discarding the fabric back onto the bed with one hand while the other hovered over his own crotch, hoping to shield the leaking precum from view .  ‘ i’ll just get out of your hair, i’m sorry for invading your space, i shouldn’t have come in here . ’

ripped his hand out of his sweatpants at an impossible speed the second another’s voice ripped through the silence, lowering the shirt from his face as he glanced helplessly up at the older man and then back down to where his precum had begun to stain the light grey of his sweatpants .  ‘ shit, ’ brunette managed, willing his brain to come up with something, anything that could explain why he was sat on his girlfriend’s brother’s bed sniffing his clothes with a raging cock .  ‘ sorry i was . . i needed to borrow a shirt, this one is dirty, ’ he offered, glancing down at his perfectly white tee, as if he’d give this up in favor of the other’s clearly worn one .  keeps dean’s shirt in his lap for the time being, allowing the fabric to shield his leaking cock from the other’s view, ‘ i didn’t mean to intrude . ’

OPEN TO: ( tops / males ) girlfriend’s father, sister’s boyfriend, neighbor, father’s friend, step-brother, family friend, mother’s boyfriend, anything that fits the situation . POTENTIAL PLOT: arlo has been struggling to get it up for weeks now with his girlfriend, exasperated and just a little tipsy, he seeks something to help him finally overcome his issue .

doesn’t know how he came to this conclusion, sober mind certainly wouldn’t have directed him to their room, wouldn’t have even entertained the idea that the impotence issue he was having with his girlfriend was down to the fact she was female .  yet here he stood, eyes scanning across the bed, debating whether it was too risky, even now, after downing several servings of the scotch he’d found hidden behind the cereal, he knew how dangerous this was .  urges easily overpower logic though, soon settling down onto the blankets, the act of sitting where the male lay every night alone had his c*ck stirring beneath his sweatpants .  the heel of his left palm pushing into his crotch as he leaned over, easing out a shirt that’d been lodged between the mattress and the frame .  unsure of what comes over him, fabric soon lifted to his face, nose pressing against the material as he inhales their scent, left fingers dipping beneath his waistband to grasp his fattening c*ck at the base .  the smell of a real man evoking that carnal urge that had abandoned him those few weeks ago, keeps his head buried in the clothing as he slowly begins to jerk himself off .  balls crying out for release at this point .

     he was giddy with excitement, clambering out of the vehicle behind wes as he waved to their driver and swung the door shut. he leaned into the brunet’s side as he led them along, always following his lead until he was able to truly get his footing. the alcohol in his system was definitely putting in some work with making that happen sooner than it usually did, and he began perusing the sea of strangers as soon as they entered the establishment. the music was bumping, rattling his frame through the soles of his feet as he hummed in thought, the noise entirely drowned out by the music. “we might not be the hottest ones here tonight… what about them?” he suggested, doing his best to subtly point to the lone individual destroying the dance floor directly beneath the disco ball. “them, i pick them…”

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Misha’s experience on awkward first meetings ushered on by a dog was at a low, he’d only ever seen such things in movies and it made him wonder what the hell was going on. Strange, there was something strange in the air and the banshee couldn’t quite place it but because Dima seemed so invested in this woman Misha didn’t pull her away or make a break for it. Misha let the leash go completely slack, silently giving the canine permission to interact with the vet however the dog wanted. 

Dima was quick to slap her right paw in the palm that was extended to her, panting and wagging happily, Misha smirked, he enjoyed seeing his dog so happy. “Nice to meet you, Gwen,” he said, moving his gaze from his dog to the woman who was now sat on the ground, the man chuckled softly and squatted down, letting one knee touch the ground and he stroked Dima’s fur to which she lulled her head back, tongue falling out the side of her open panting mouth and looked at him before shifting to offer Gwen her other paw for a double handshake. “A vet, huh? We might have to come see you now, she’s never warmed up to someone so quickly. I’m impressed.”

She’s enjoying the way she’s obviously getting to him, she’s a tease and she knows it, but he’s doing his best to resist giving in right that second. “You’re not thinking about making me beg are you?” She teases, leaning more towards the man in the driver’s seat with a smirk. She’s clearly enjoying the feeling of his touch, and if she had it her way she’d have his hands all over her. His plan to leave her wanting more was already working if the dampness between her thighs was anything to go by. 

She smirks at that, curious about what other things Cesar might be into. Angel supposes he’s right the best way to find out is to stick around, not that she minds that at all after how good he’s just fucked her. What he says next makes her laugh softly, Angel can already tell he’s the possessive type and she knows it shouldn’t be something she finds attractive but she does regardless. “Is that so? And what makes you think you’ll ever say that I’m not?” Angel shifts under his heavy arm, angling herself just a little closer. “I hear I can be pretty damn addictive.” 

     his mouth hung open in anticipation as the brunet snatched the flash back from his hand, his mind hanging on every word of the plan that wes was drafting up. abel nodded along, finally sputtering into another soft fit of laughter as he gave another final nod, and secured his hand around the flask. “listen, as long as i don’t get stuck being the filling in that little oreo cookie sandwich again, then i’m in. you’re also not allowed to shit talk my dancing,” he told him, index finger extended as he pointed to his roomie, giving his best attempt at being threatening before he took another long drink from the flask and handed it back to the other. “what if we’re the hottest ones there?” he asked, almost unable to keep a straight face since they frequented the bar, and he knew there were many insanely attractive faces there at all times. soon enough, their uber pulled to a stop, the front tire bumping off of the curb slightly to signal their arrival. “yessssss, it’s time,” abe cheered softly, waiting to exit the vehicle behind his companion for the night. 

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Theo hadn’t realized that his gaze hadn’t moved from the other until he realized just what Deniz was suggesting by being there with him and Theodore let his blue gaze flicker over to the table the other had been occupying not moments ago, it returned to study Deniz once Theo had found the table empty. Now his gaze was cautious, Theo hadn’t exactly expected Deniz to send his company home simply to chase after his trantum spewing self and now he was a bit wary, unsure where this would now lead. He certainly hadn’t thought his outburst would have gained this sort of attention.

The slender and tall man shifted, blue gaze still studying but slower in it’s pivoting over Deniz once more now that Theodore knew he had the other’s complete attention. It was his turn to bring his drink to his lip, perhaps only to occupy them, although, sipping at vodka wasn’t as glamorous, he imagined, as sipping whatever tempting liquid was within Deniz’s glass. 

Should he be suspicious? Or was the other being true to his words. Why there was such distrust gripping Theo’s heart drastically contrasted by the hammering of his pulse and the thoughts that were flooding through his mind. It was… familiar, exhilarating, erotic, everything Deniz had been and more to Theo. 

“So it seems,” Theo replied, almost breathless but he soon composed himself and tossed back the remaining of his shot. Blue gaze snapping over to meet Deniz’s hypnotic eyes. “— delighted?” even after how he’d acted, or perhaps because of how he had acted. “Yes, it would be a delight to see me again.” How he found a playful remark with all the rushed emotions he was feeling was beyond Theo but he went with it, letting the smallest of smirks to twitch gently at the corners of his lips. He hoped that although it went unsaid, it was more than just a delight to Theo to see Deniz, even if it had initially been with someone else.