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"I ain't even your friend so how the fuck could I sound like a boyfriend? You never make any sense." Ash huffs out as he follows after Eloi into the kitchen. He doesn't let himself feel special as Eloi slides ginger ale across the counter. Ash wonders why he even has that here if he hadn't ever come. It only pisses him off worse thinking that there was someone else here and Eloi is catering to them. Ash sucks his teeth in irritation about it. Is he jealous? He doesn't even think it's jealousy at this point. It's something else. Fucking agony. "You needed a break from me? The one person who never wanted anything from you. I never asked you for nothin'." He shakes his head realizing he was lumped in with all those leeches. Ash leans against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest. "All you do is drink and regret it now? Really cool look." He rolls his eyes. "You did it because you're a hoe. You like attention. Ain't ever expecting loyalty from you."

Eloi could never really get angry with Ash even if he wanted to. He surely was annoyed but he had no right denying the things Ash said to him. "From everything. I'm getting sick of being called all the fucking time to do stupid stuff and promote stupid stuff. I just want to ride." He glanced sideways to his phone lighting up almost constantly. Whether that were group chats, notifications of his socials or people wanting to reach out. Ben was pretty upset with him too. Eloi hadn't been good to anyone, he realized that all too well. "I know." He put the can from his forehead down onto the counter and opened it to take a small sip. "Yeah you don't have to rub it in, I know I've been a stupid fucking asshole." - Eloi snapped with a roll of his eyes. "What loyalty? You've always been very clear about wanting to fuck other people too. We're friends who fucked, we never had a relationship. You wouldn't want that, I'm sure of that." Eloi looked at Ash, lingering on his face, lowering to his lips. "I'm sorry." He repeated, running a hand through his damp hair as he moved around the kitchen island to meet him there. "I'm done with attention. I wanna go back home, meet you and the guys in the skate park, hang out in the shop and smoke a blunt in the back." He moved behind Ash to rest his forehead on the other's shoulder. "It's exhausting being a sexy pro bmx driver, Ash." He tried to crack a joke. "I miss my best friend." Eloi thought Ash was sexy as hell when he was angry, it's not like he expected the other to be fine with him so easily. "And I think you should call me a hoe again."

"Know that and that's not the point." Fen has no issue scolding Kamil if they're both eager to fuck. "I will. You know that." Fen always pulls Kamil right in whenever he comes back. He doesn't even need to question Kamil about it because he knows the other lives to make him happy. Only ever asks if there's marks left behind. "You're mine to keep." Fen breathes out against his mouth. There's something to be said about loyalty that runs so deep Fen doesn't even need to think twice. "I know that baby. This is where you want to be. You're my good boy." He coos softly as he runs his hand across Kamil's jaw. The grin spreading across his face is nearly predatory as he stares down at Kamil. "I know what you want. I know everything you need." Fen feels Kamil's eager hands tugging at his shirt and he pulls it over his head to be nice to him. Fen doesn't need to make Kamil wait with that busted lip of his. "Best I ever had you don't need to worry about that." He catches Kamil's gaze before their mouths are pressed together and he closes his eye to relish in it. "You like it. You like hurting people for me Kamil." Fen says against his lips rocking his hips down. "Say it to me baby."

Hearing Fen saying that he was his to keep, made Kamil moan into the other's mouth. His cock twitched, tongue eagerly running along his teeth before pulling back and watching as he took off his shirt. "I'm your good boy." He repeated softly, fingers trailing along his bare chest. God, he was so in love with Fen it was almost sick. He didn't really care if Fen felt the same way, he didn't expect him to - Fen was loved by many girls and boys. Kamil wasn't stupid. So the time he got to spend with Fen, he wanted it to be good, he wanted to prove to Fen that he was worth of his precious time. His bruised lips brushed to Fen's chest before he kissed up his throat, fingers tangling into his hair until their mouths connected again. Kamil could do this for hours: slowly and deeply but eagerly making out with Fen. Hands gripped his hips and he roughly brushed Fen down against his hard, throbbing cock. "I like hurting people for you." He pulled back to look up at him. "I love killing for you, Fen." His hands moved to the front of Fen's jeans, unbuttoning it as he used one hand to open up his own pants. Hand locked their dicks together, rubbing gently. "I want you to use me, keep me, ruin me.." He mumbled. "I'll do anything for you, wanna be your favorite. Let me make sure I'm your favorite."

"You're losing it baby. Prettiest boy in the room what you think I want to look at my comments for? I got you right here." Nyjah glances to where Sam is gripping at his shirt. "They're confident I'll give them that." He has seen a few too many insane comments that he'll screen shot and send Samuel wondering his opinion. So really this is Nyjah's fault for thinking this shit was funny enough to share. His man didn't play like that and that's why Nyjah likes him. "You are pretty is that what this is about? You need me to tell you? Remind you?" He asks curiously with a fond grin. "You're the one bitchin' so I thought I'd make you work for it this time. Can't use that pretty face against me I'm standing firm." Nyjah stands firm as he doesn't look at Sam at all because he knows that he'll cave.

"Yeah tell me again. Tell me I'm pretty." He brought his hands up to Nyjah's face and turned it towards his, smirking softly. "You really going to let me work for it? Baby.." Samuel pouted, putting up his big eyes as he tugged Nyjah's face yet another bit closer so his lips ghosted over the other's. "Tell me I'm your pretty baby." He repeated, fingertips lowering to softly slip around his throat. "And that you love me very much and that you're very sorry for not giving me any attention tonight." - Sam teased. This side of Nyjah always made him want to fuck him more.

"Then you fuckin' ignored me for weeks? Hello?" Ash shakes his head. There is not fucking way Eloi is telling him to keep it and he can't hide the disbelief on his face. "So it's worse that you're ignoring me if you're feeling some type of way. You know that right?" Ash huffs out softly. "I'm not talking about fucking anyone else. You literally haven't even been checkin' for me and ignoring me so I stopped texting you. What do you want from me? Cause all the signals are telling me we're not friends. We're not anything." He stares at Eloi and can see how affected he is but what's that matter if they've not even had any contact? "You're someone else. Big shot got no time for your real friends. Those people you surround yourself with just want a piece of you. They don't love you." He snaps in irritation. Ash has no idea what they could possibly talk about. "Look at our messages. Look how you left me on fuckin' read cause you what? Had way better options?" Ash does push past Eloi then as he tosses the chain on the table by the front door. "Yeah nice place. Who you been bringin' here? Got no time for your real fucking friends now."

They don't love you. And Ash did? Please. He could've come to his new place but he didn't do that either. That what he told himself. Deep down Eloi knew he'd been an ass. He was glad he got inside anyways and closed the door behind Ash. Eloi rolled his eyes and simply followed after Ash as he walked around the place. "For someone who's not my boyfriend, you sound very jealous." Eloi moved to Ash, reaching for his hand. "I'm sorry, alright?" He said. "It's all going fucking fast and there's so many people wanting stuff from me I just needed a break." He knew it probably didn't make sense to Ash. "And they weren't better options. They were easier, but they all sucked." Eloi let go of Ash's hand to move into the massive open kitchen to get himself a can of coke zero, picking Ash's usual drink from the fridge to put it on the counter. Having Ash around already made him feel like some sort of weight fell off his shoulders. Like he was feeling more like himself again, even if Ash was angry. "I've been a shit friend, I guess." Eloi said. "And I missed you and I wanted to call you but everytime we just went out I forgot." He'd been going out pretty much every day. "You have every right to hate me, call me names, go head - just don't fucking yell because my head is killing me." He was holding up the closed, cold can to his forehead and closed his eyes for a few seconds. "I was drunk. I didn't like kissing them. Can't even fucking remember why I did it." He admitted. Because his head was clearly still with Ash, even if he didn't express that. His face was all he could see when he made love to others.

Yurem always loved the thrill of a good chase; he found the way his victims cowered in fear before they met their inescapable demise more addicting than any drug pumped directly into his veins. He could have easily peel his mask off and reveal his true identity to Xavi right here and there, yet he didn't, wishing to prolong this little game of his a bit longer by making his adorably innocent roommate believe he was actually considering ending his life once and for all. The knife went lower, to Xavi's bobbing throat as it trembled when he spoke. Yurem wanted nothing more than replace the weapon with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. ❝ Anything? ❞ His loud, rumbling laugh of delight echoed all around them like a cacophony. ❝ Whether I hurt you or not, it all depends on you. If you'll be a good boy for me. ❞ With his free hand, he ran gloved fingers down Xavi's body in a teasing, feather-like touch full of promise. ❝ Will you be a good boy for me? ❞

Instead of flinching, Xavi caught himself moaning when the knife lowered to this throat. Lips pressed together afterwards as he looked away from the mask in embarrassment. The laughing that came from behind the mask made him turn back his attention up, swallowing thickly against the knife. And then he felt the gloved fingers running down his body. Xavi's lips parted and he simply nodded slowly. "I'll be good." He dropped his hands to his sides slowly, showing the other that he wasn't a threat and then brought his hands to the other's chest. "I'll be a good boy for you." - Xavi promised, his heartbeat picking up now that the other was so close. "i promise." He added, fingertips brushing and playing with the fabric of the black of his clothes. "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, anything."

Crew’s eyes were laced with worry and concern as he studied every inch of Kamil’s face, wanting to be sure no fatal harm has come to him despite Kamil’s insistence that it hadn’t. “Kamil…” Crew’s voice was a broken whisper, his heart beating a mile a minute, threatening to burst through the cage of his chest. He didn’t know what to say. What do you say to a person who’s just saved your life? “He's dead? He's really dead?” Disbelief colored his tone of voice.

Kamil's lips curled up in a small smile and he nodded slowly. "He's gone, you're gonna be okay." Fingers reached up to comb through Crew's hair then tugged his face closer into his broad chest. "I took care of it." He repeated, just holding Crew into his arms gently. "Breathe."

"It's not fine." Fen shakes his head as his hands continue to prod and caress him. He always likes this part best. Fen always makes sure that Kamil is alright after he does everything he wants. Even this when he pokes into the bruises and wounds Kamil doesn't pull away from him. He doesn't even hiss he just groans like he loves it and Fen would do anything to keep him sounding like that. "Baby." He repeats back and loves the sound of it coming from Kamil's mouth. He is his baby even if he himself would never say those words out loud. "You are right here with me. You're so good to me where else would you ever be?" Fen has strictly insisted to Elijah that no one else ever employ Kamil. He's only this good for him and he would only kill for him. He can't help his greedy hands as he grasps handfuls of Kamil's blood stained shirt. "I'm here. I'm not leaving." Fen breathes out. "I will never leave you. You could never go anywhere I wouldn't find you." He whispers against Kamil's lips. "Shower after I touch you. I want you like this." Fen pushes Kamil down onto the couch. "You know just what to say. I'm going to keep you forever Kamil."

Kamil was smiling through the soft sounds of discomfort when Fen pressed into his wounds. "I'm a big boy, it'll heal. And you'll take care of me, you always do." Fen's words always made him feel hot inside, body fueling with heat and fingers combing through his hair. He was right. Where else would he be than right here? He was right where he wanted to be: between Fen's hands. Even if Kamil didn't know about his words with Elijah, of that he wasn't allowed to work for anyone else, Fen was right about that, too. As pathetic as it might be for others, Kamil was hopelessly and desperately obsessed with Fen. He trusted him and trusted that anything he wanted from him was with the best of intentions. "I'm not leaving either, not ever. Fuck that." - Kamil mumbled back against Fen's lips, pecking his lips a last time before he was being pushed back on the couch. Hands instantly reached for Fen's hips and he pulled the other down onto his big thighs, unable to keep his hands off him. "I want that." He brushed his lips along Fen's neck, kissing softly while his hands tugged the other's shirt up wanting it to be off. When his head tipped up, he looked back at Fen. "I'm all yours. And I'll get you anything you ask from me. I want to be the best guy who's ever worked for you." But the look in Kamil's eyes probably pretty much spoiled that he wanted to be more than that. Lips pressed to Fen's again, eagerly pushing his tongue in. "Make me forget." He mumbled, pressing his hips up into the other's. If there was anything Fen was good at, it was probably making Kamil forget all the stupid shit he'd already done for him.

"I'm trying to do something nice for you so I needed to make some money." Link shrugs as he says it. "Besides are you faithful to me? Let me in that phone." Link is doing something for Tristan and he'll take the heat for being a hoe about it too. He really is fucked in the head for loving the look on Tristan's face as he gets in the car. He spreads his legs so it's not obvious in the front seat. "Are you mad at me?" Link questions curiously. "And why were you following me?" There's a furrow of his brow but obviously he finds it hot that he had. "If I give you a pass will you be happy with me again?"

"You're trying to do something nice for me and that's why you're fucking dudes again." Tristan repeated before he laughed in the other's face about it, eyeing Link then with raised brows. He had been very clear about not wanting Link to fuck with guys anymore. So he was pissed and angry, of course. But he also knew that he couldn't really do anything about it. So he would just be sour about it like he was to anyone else. "You're a joke, don't fuck with me." Tristan fished his phone from the pocket of his jeans to toss it into the other's lap. There wasn't much on his phone besides tens of open tabs of Link's porn, loads of unanswered texts. "Suit yourself." For once, Tristan found himself in some sort of relationship where he didn't care about others. Sure, he drunkenly made out with people when they went out but Link would always be there. He would always be checking in on the other about it. "Yeah I am, and yeah I was." Tristan said, stealing back his cigarette from Link's lips and inhaling. "I know you, Link. I knew you were doing something shady." He shrugged. "And you were, fucking an ugly dude." His hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, jaw clenching after he exhaled some smoke. Link's question made him scoff. "Maybe." Truthfully, he didn't want to fuck someone else. But sometimes he wished he could make Link feel what he felt all the time. "I'm gonna get another man over to fuck me. And I'll let the door open so you can watch and listen." Tristan had only been with one guy and that was the one sitting beside him. Maybe that would finally make him jealous. Tristan pulled up in front of their apartment and tipped his head to Link as he turned off the engine. "You can give him some tips maybe." Tristan teased, a tiny smirk playing on his lips. "Or maybe you can get some advice from him."

muse : khemkhaeng 'kyro' tantui, pond naravit, early twenties open to : any plot : inspired by a girl & her guard dog. y/m is the descendant of some big bad scary mafia boss, whom kyro works for. without y/m's prior knowledge, he's been tasked to accompany y/m to university to keep an eye on them, make sure they're not getting into trouble, and ensure their identity / mafia connection remains a secret. that means pretending he's just another one of their classmates, an average student and not a gun toting bodyguard. he may or may not have agreed to the job because he has feelings for y/m and purposely scares off potential suitors bc he gets overwhelmingly jealous and wants y/m all to himself.

Unlike his father, Xavi was known as a calmer and more quieter guy. He always stayed out of trouble, made sure not to mess with the wrong kind of people and honestly just wanted to finish his school so he could focus on getting a job and not having to rely on his family anymore. That's what he hoped, though. He knew his father had different expectations. But Xavi wasn't like him. If his dad wanted him to get in the business, then he had a shit load to learn. Xavi was typing out a summary of his previous class when he noticed someone shift beside him. When they spoke, his head tipped up and he frowned at the familiarity of his voice. As it his him who sat next to him, Xavi's jaw nearly dropped and her frowned deeper. After glancing around quickly, he leaned in to whispered at the other. "What are you doing here?" Xavi glanced around again. "What's going on? Is my dad here? In trouble?"