Oliver Donovan-- RP sideblog

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Kane sat down beside him, thoroughly intrigued. “Hm, tell me more.” He groaned, his dick starting to become stiff.

Oliver grinned slowly, leaning back and letting one hand rest lightly on Kane’s knee. “Mmm, you’re already liking my idea? Well, it started off nice and slow, a pleasant night out, then the kissing started and things got a bit heated…”

Kane’s head was spinning. It had been way too long since the last time…..he didn’t even mind that Oliver had dreamed about kissing him, which is his number one rule not to do. “And this dream of yours, how did it end?”

“With... mutual pleasure.” Oliver grinned mischievously, letting his thumb start to rub small circles on the other man’s knee. “Interested in exploring this?” 

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Kane sat down beside him, thoroughly intrigued. “Hm, tell me more.” He groaned, his dick starting to become stiff.

Oliver grinned slowly, leaning back and letting one hand rest lightly on Kane's knee. "Mmm, you're already liking my idea? Well, it started off nice and slow, a pleasant night out, then the kissing started and things got a bit heated..."

Kane raised his eyebrows. “Really..? Do tell.”

Oliver smirked broadly as he flopped down on the couch, scooting over to make room for Kane. “Well, you were naked. And so was I. And you were making some noises I can only describe as sinfully delightful.” 

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“Whichever you prefer,” Oli murmured as he reached out, trailing his fingers down Julian’s chest appreciatively. “I know I’d like to see your body properly…” 

“Well then, if that’s the case.” Julian’s hands followed after Oli’s, unbuttoning his shirt just as fast as the latter’s fingers moved down his chest to slowly show skin. Once he’d reached the bottom, he let the fabric slide off his shoulders, revealing his built form. “I think I’m gonna need help with my pants.”

Oliver crooned low in his throat, reaching out to gently undo the younger man’s pants and tug them down his hips very slowly. “Mind helping me with mine, then?” 

Padding inside, Oliver kicked off his sneakers as he looked around, smiling as he shed his suit jacket to reveal a comfortable t-shirt over his black jeans. “Very nice.” 

“Courtesy of big-man Mr. Talon.” Julian followed suit, closing and locking the door behind him. “So, do we go with small talk first or do we skip that entirely and I start stripping naked already?”

“Whichever you prefer,” Oli murmured as he reached out, trailing his fingers down Julian’s chest appreciatively. “I know I’d like to see your body properly...” 

Oli chuckled in answer as he pushed himself to his full height. “It wouldn’t look good for either of us professionally if a client walked in on us… I’m more than happy with using your room this time, if we want to play again we can always use mine.” He winked playfully. “Lead on, good sir.”  

Julian didn’t even respond, simply turning on his heel and making it his way out. In a span of two minutes, he was already unlocking his door, pushing it open after for the other. “After you.”

Padding inside, Oliver kicked off his sneakers as he looked around, smiling as he shed his suit jacket to reveal a comfortable t-shirt over his black jeans. “Very nice.” 

Oliver gave him an answering smile, the glint of lust appearing in his blue eyes. “Well, instead of you giving them, and me giving my own list, why don’t we find somewhere to… share them?” 

Julian’s smirk reverted back into a grin, and he picked himself up from the table he was leaning back on. “I don’t see anyone else in this room– But if you really want to be comfortable, I’ve got a queen sized bed in mine. Pretty sure it’ll do, not that it’s the only place we’ll be sharing, probably.”

Oli chuckled in answer as he pushed himself to his full height. “It wouldn’t look good for either of us professionally if a client walked in on us... I’m more than happy with using your room this time, if we want to play again we can always use mine.” He winked playfully. “Lead on, good sir.”  

“I certainly wouldn’t object,” Oliver purred, letting his accent become more noticeable as his voice dropped into a sultry purr. “I’m a top. What sort of stuff are you into?” 

“Oh you know, the usual.” Julian’s lip curled up a little further, eyes giving a hint of the devil in them. “Body worship, cock worship, deep throating– Ooh, and I love being bred,” there was a pause, before he added, “actually, I love a lot of stuff. If I continue giving them one by one, we’d take all day.”

Oliver gave him an answering smile, the glint of lust appearing in his blue eyes. “Well, instead of you giving them, and me giving my own list, why don’t we find somewhere to... share them?” 

Oliver smiled charmingly and shook his head. “No, I don’t believe we have. I’m the stage manager, so you and I will likely be crossing paths more in the future. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Julian.” He tilted his head. “Top or bottom, then?” 

“Well I dunno about you, but I wouldn’t be against that at all.” Julian’s smile shifted into something akin to a smirk. “Versatile. I take it how you’d give it. You?”

“I certainly wouldn’t object,” Oliver purred, letting his accent become more noticeable as his voice dropped into a sultry purr. “I’m a top. What sort of stuff are you into?” 

Oliver turned to regard the man who had addressed him with a grin of amusement, sitting down on the edge of the stage and stretching out his long legs. “Why, I thank ye for the compliment, and assume ye’ve done a fair bit o’ checking out of my… assets.” He chuckled, and offered him a hand. “Hello. M’name’s Oliver Donovan. Yours?” 

“Yeah, I like to do a bit of window shopping from time to time, definitely.” The way he said it, there wasn’t an ounce of shame. And even when Oliver sat in front of him, he kept his eyes on his form. “Julian Walsh. Emcee. I don’t think we’ve met–?”

Oliver smiled charmingly and shook his head. “No, I don’t believe we have. I’m the stage manager, so you and I will likely be crossing paths more in the future. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Julian.” He tilted his head. “Top or bottom, then?” 

"Nice to meet ya, Kian.” Oliver smiled and offered a hand. “I’m Oliver. Stage manager.” 

Oliver turned to regard the man who had addressed him with a grin of amusement, sitting down on the edge of the stage and stretching out his long legs. “Why, I thank ye for the compliment, and assume ye’ve done a fair bit o’ checking out of my... assets.” He chuckled, and offered him a hand. “Hello. M’name’s Oliver Donovan. Yours?” 

First Meetings-- OPEN

Oliver smirked at the whine, and lightly flicked the hardening nipples with his thumb to turn Zax on even further, leaning forward to nibble along Zax’s neck. “Yes, kitten?” 

He leaned into the touch, digging his fingernails into Oliver’s touch. He gasped weakly and smiled down at him. “JUs’.. Jus’ feels g-good.”

“I’m glad,” Oliver purred, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin as he rolled his hips up into Zax. “You feel so good…” 

Zax smiled, dragging his fingernails down Oliver’s chest. He pressed down on his belly to get more leverage, moving himself quickly against Oli’s cock, feeling some warmth starting to build in his lower belly. “F.. Fuck…”

Oliver let out a low and slightly ragged purr of pleasure as he rolled his hips faster, rubbing his hands down Zax’s sides to hold onto the boy’s hips, almost pushing him down onto his cock. “Such a good kitten...” 

First Meetings-- OPEN

Oliver began chuckling at his words, shaking his head in answer. “No, mate. Nothing like that. I’m a pure top as well. But good to know what you’re into!” He was grinning in amusement, taking a sip of his water. “And not into as well. I don’t do the gross stuff either.” 

“Good to know I’m not alone in the top department.” Ethan chuckled and nodded. “Most everyone is a bottom or vers but hey.” he shrugged. “Whatever works for them.” he toned down the smirk and took a slow sip of his whiskey. “I don’t think anyone is into the gross stuff. Seems to be a standard no.” he jerked his chin towards him in question. “What about you? What gets your engine going?”

“Major bondage kink,” Oliver admitted candidly, grinning at his fellow top. “I like to use toys, orgasm denial, general dominance, and I’m pretty good with roleplay, being a theater bloke and all that.” He smirked slightly at Ethan. “I brought along my collection of toys when I came here. Got quite the variety.” 

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