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        The indecisiveness probably came from the fact that Oscar was so inexperienced. He had never had a chance like this with anyone. People didn’t like him, at least not enough to want to date him, or to kiss him. He definitely wanted to try it, to feel things and let himself be loved or whatever. Why was he so damn scared all the time? It was just something new. All things had a first time, like the other said, or else he wouldn’t even be walking or talking, or putting his clothes on by himself. His train of thoughts felt absolutely ridiculous but he had to think like that to make a decision, even though he already knew what he wanted. ❛ I wanna be all in… I’m just– not good at it, ❜ he said quietly, looking down at their hands and feeling his heart skip a beat when Roberto’s thumb moved against the skin on his hand. He was so sweet. No one had ever been that sweet to Oscar before. Well, except his mother but that definitely didn’t count. ❛ I didn’t… I didn’t mean anything specific. Just, a lot of things I haven’t done. ❜ Except kissing, now, finally. He’d thought about that kiss a lot. He looked up again, giving his stepbrother a small smile.

   sullivan grew up never having to worry about not having anything he needed or wanted, he just always got it. of course, he knows that there’s plenty of people in the town that don’t get that luxury and he would love to be able to help out more, but there’s only so much listening the palace will do when it comes to a prince. plus, being part of the royal family is the reason he’s out and about right now, he just wanted a break among those that were different than him.

  sullivan seems to smile at the offer of food from the other, not expecting such an offer from a stranger, especially one that looked like he was tired and worked hard before. “since you’re offering, i don’t see why joining would be a bad idea.” he tells him with a smile, hearing the boy’s name. he wonders if he should tell him his name or just shorten it to something else. “i’m sul, it’s nice to meet you!” good enough, he hopes.

   the town was hardly ever quiet. merchants were selling anything and everything they could in order to get by. people like roberto were working for hours on end just to put food on the table. thieves were running rampant and horses were charging through looking for them. he always managed to lay low however. the trick was to only get involved when someone needed help. otherwise he always walked quickly and made sure not to get in anyone’s way. 

“i signed already, didn’t i? or is there more for me to write a scribble under?” luca asked the demon, whatever it would take the latino was ready for it. at least they hoped, because they were new to this and had never heard of anyone doing this before. the young wolf was of course, desperate so this seemed the only possible solution that wouldn’t be too dangerous. “sure- you’re going to make me feel like a stripper, or.. an escort, but that’s nice. make it rain, baby,” he joked though realised that might be just what was about to happen. because what was it exactly luciano would be able to do, for him to pay them right away? using their limbs, lips and whatever else they had on display to please the demon was the most reasonable way of earning the money. “tell me, what’s the first thing you want from me?” all or nothing. might as well don’t give a damn about it now, their dignity had been long gone ever since signing the demon’s contract.

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To say, bad boys, we’re an Achilles heel of sorts for Travis would probably be the biggest understatement in history, dispute his almost ideal and perfect-like upbringing, that he lived for the wilder side of life and even loved the bad boys who chose that side even harder. Case in point Seth Harbor, Travis knew him to corrupt hell everyone on the force knew however the man did his job and did it with flair so their little repercussions for his behavior and underhanded dealings and even worse Travis had developed the worst possible crush on yet another bad boy and to add insult to injury he’d been working with said love interest of his for the past couple of months, and he couldn’t hold out anymore, he had to let the cop know.

He didn’t often use to the full extent of his six foot six build but now more than ever seemed to call for it as he gripped a hold of Seth’s hips and hoisted him up, slamming him against the wall with his legs wrapped tightly around Travis’s torso, “I hate you” he said sighing, closing his eyes for a moment “I should hate you, everything about you should disgust me, should make my blood boil, a crook cop” his eyes opened and his gaze locked with Seth’s “But jeez man you make a guy like me into putty, I mean you ever see that ass in your trousers?” he grinned and let his hand crawl up Seth’s raised thigh “I go home at night and jerk off maybe three times thinking of you and that stupid bad boy grin” he slowly licked his lips and bucked his hips against the other’s ass, “I think I need to liven my life up don’t you Officer Harbor?”.

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One part of being such a bad boy was all of the innocent people that came with it. So as a cop he ended up getting a lot of interesting people crushing on him. Either rookies or the convicts themselves. Yet this was probably the first time that another officer who wasn’t fresh on the force made their interest known to him. Seth wasn’t going to just let Travis go on with his merry life after finding that out. He was planning on doing whatever it takes to see the wild side of his partner and see what got under his skin. As long as none of the other officers knew what they were doing at the end of their shift or when they were off he didn’t see a problem with it. Plus, the risk of being caught made it all the more hotter. This was probably going to be the greatest fuck of his life if he was being honest. 

❦ sullivan ⌜open starter based on the third option⌝

  sullivan was just tired of living up to all of the things that were expect of him and he needed to leave the kingdom, at least for the day. he’s well aware that he won’t be allowed by his father or mother, so he decides he’ll just sneak out. he was quite about his movements, made it not look obvious. he’s pulling off his royal garments by the front gate, stashing them somewhere and changing into something that would make him blend in better. he’s sneaking out and feeling weird relieved when he’s off of the royal grounds and decides to wander into town. sully is looking at various things, smiling to himself as he picked things up that people were selling and looking over them. sully turns when he feels a tap on his shoulder and a ‘excuse me.’

  there’s a smile on his face when he turns around and is greeted by the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. his fingers are running through his own hair for a second, arm falling to his side once again. “um, hello!” sullivan states with another smile, hand coming up to run over his own arm. “is there something i could help you with or?”

   roberto’s family was so low on the food chain in the town that they could only see the castle from afar. he didn’t even know what the royal family looked like, just that they made some of the rules here and there and governed what the commoners did. even in the town they weren’t known as the most well off or worthy. everything came to them on a day to day basis and thankfully he had found himself work. he was a cook in a local tavern and an occasional cleaning boy, but it put food on the table so he didn’t care. when he was walking back home with the night’s meal he saw someone looking over at the stands. roberto decided to go up to them and tap his shoulder, hoping that he wouldn’t come off as rude or anything. 

Andrew knew exactly what he was doing when he chose his clothing for work. Khakis that clung to his fat ass and other tight clothing that accentuated every part of him that was worth a look at. He knew how inappropriate it was too. How much trouble he could get into. But Joseph wasn’t the first student, or probably the last, that’d he’d gone to town on worshipping. He was just by-far the hottest and most exciting. Once the rest of the students had left the room and it was just the two of them, Andrew bit his lip. God, they could get caught at any moment, but he need Joseph so bad, he didn’t even care. As he was pulled back, he whimpered a moan. “Exactly why I wore them, daddy,” he accented, knowing the boy would like it, despite the fact that Andrew doubled his age. “I suppose you’re going to have to punish me on the desk. Or in my car. Or back at my place. My husband won’t be home for hours. You pick,” Andrew teased, pressing his body back against his student’s. The first time, he was reluctant, but now he was an all out slut for Joseph. It was embarrassing.

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it was extremely rare for a sorority president to be elected twice in a row, in fact, the bylaws strongly recommended against it, but where dixie was concerned, bylaws were boring which meant they didn’t apply to her. so now in her second reign, well term, as president of zeta pi omicron she was loving every second of it. her sisters loved her, at least that’s what they said to her face. the student body loved her, well, they loved her body and how she always managed to wear the shortest skirts in every class she attended. and more importantly, joseph loved her as well…although he’d never admit it and they really weren’t into sharing feelings like that, dixie knew he wouldn’t do half the things he did for her, if he didn’t care about the southern belle.

“you’re so handsy, ‘seph. you’re going to ruin my dress.” dixie protested, knowing that it was all futile. would her dress be ruined, not exactly, but the wrinkling caused by joseph’s constant pawing and the eventual bunching up at the back could cause more trouble than not. but dixie also wore short dresses rather than annoying gowns to formals like this for a reason. nothing turned her on more than knowing how quickly joseph could slide his fingers up her dress and turn her into a messy whore. “we totally fucked before we left so you’d be less of a horn dog.”

sharing the throne with someone wasn’t something that joseph ever thought that he was going to do. yet after being elected as the president of pi kappa alpha and becoming the new leader of the cult, he started to warm up to the idea of ruling right next to dixie. to start off she was clearly the hottest girl on the campus and her body was plump enough to cause even the shiest of nerds to drool. while he would never admit his feelings out loud, most people could tell that joseph truly cared about her. why else would he agree to match colors with her every now and then to show the campus that the two of them would always be together? it took some warming up to, but he was always on board now. especially since that meant that he got a chance to slip his hands up her dress all of the time.

“do you really care about this thing? you know that what i have planned is much more fun than just being clothed.“ his right hand was moving further up her thighs until it found its way to her folds. ever so teasingly, joseph brushed his thumb along her clit and pressed it firmly against her entrance. “i thought that we were just pregaming for the real fun that’s to come. you know how doing it in public turns me on, baby.“ he shifted his hand so that now it was his index and middle fingers that were teasing her, running them up and down her tight pussy. “come on, are you really not going to put out on me this time? you know how good i can make you feel.“

❝ well then — ❞ mikael states, shock blatant in his tone when he hears matthew’s response, diminishing his ability to be a proper wingman for the other. ❝ i’ll have you know that i am a very good wingman — i can get some dick just fine, i just … wasn’t up to actually get up and work for it. ❞ he counters, jutting his head in response because he totally can be a great wingman. mikael lets out a sigh when he feels matthew palm his dick, before muttering a, ❝ i did before — like twice or thrice i’m not really sure, but it’s okay — i like it. ❞

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Chuck let out a strained whimper as he felt his heft piece being played with, “We — really — shouldn’t be doing — this” he said breathlessly, yet still not making an effort to move away, “We need to get married first — it’s gods way Abraham, like your mother always teaches us in youth studies” god of all the things the jock could’ve said and sadly it hadn’t been the first time this week he’d mentioned marriage whilst someone palmed at his dick, although he had to say he was enjoying the company of Abe compared to the cheerleader who accosted him behind the bleachers “W-what about studying, w-we should be -” a louder moan escaped his lips this time as he felt his cock throb, god everything about the pastor’s son had some crazy effect on his teenage hormones but still he felt wrong doing this, doing it here — or maybe it felt just right and the years of Sunday school was conditioning to reject any sort of intimacy. With that last thought lingering in his small brain, he reached out and pulled Abraham in for quite possibly one of the most passionate lip locks he’d ever had: “Don’t tell your dad… Don’t tell my dad,” he whimpered softly as he slowly stripped himself of his attire.

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“that’s what i’m here for, after all. a pair of plump lips suckling down your cock— in exchange of some goodies to make me feel a little better,” luca chuckled as they stared up and noticed how much isaiah enjoyed luca’s oral skills. the things that isaiah said were nice, they made luca feel a little better and perhaps a little less weird about thee fact they’d tag along to a cult meeting today. however, they would not actually join the cult themselves, they thought so at least… they’d just be their willing… whore? was that a thing, a cult groupie of some sorts? it’d be interesting and if it meant more boys to play with in exchange for some extra benefits – luciano was game. 

the next couple of things said, were only registered by luciano as they could not really reply with words as isaiah became a bit more forceful. hips bucking forward, pressuring the latino’s mouth and throat as he demanded them to open up further to let him slide down a bit deeper. luciano obeyed as they always would, humming as they slobbered over the man’s dick that was pushed into their throat rather forcefully. it caused them to gag rather loudly, a hand reaching for the man’s thigh as the other was still occupied with the man’s taint; pressuring it to enhance the man’s pleasure. “ghh–” luca groaned, though they smiled as isaiah continued his assault on their throat until he had to pull away to star unloading himself into luca’s open mouth. the latino took his load eagerly into their mouth, eyes wide in surprise at the amount he continued to spill until thick ropes of white cum ended up decorating their tan skin. “mhmmm.” luciano hummed, playing with the cum in their mouth a little until they swallowed it all down. “that much better that i deserve a kiss?” he joked, knowing that had been off-limits from the get-go. but of course, you couldn’t blame luciano for trying. “we’re calling you daddy again?” luca questioned, winking up at him before swallowing the man down their throat once again to clean him off any remnants of his seed. tongue lapping around the thick head and around the shaft for a few seconds before they pulled off him with a loud pop. “there you go, handsome–” luca nodded in conclusion. “got a towel or some shit?”

“at least it’s good to know that a whore like you knows your place around here. keep this up and i don’t think that you’re ever going to have to pay for your stash as long as i’m working.“ most of the fraternity brothers were powerful in some domain around the campus. joseph had pull with the professors because he was so smart. isaiah was the one with the drugs that could hook just about anyone up. isaac was the social one of the group that could get anyone into the in crowd. no matter who luca was going to suck off, they were soon going to find out that there were going to be a lot of benefits that they could take in as well. this partnership was going to be the best idea the dealer ever had.

             ░ ░░░░░ *° ——   ❝ I KNOW, WYATT. ❞ warmth softens his gaze as he gives a subtle smile. that gaze alone speaks more volume than words. wyatt is the only person who knows jin’s entire soul. jin would like to believe he knows wyatt’s soul fairly well too. they both come from familial backgrounds of high expectations. after what jin’s been through with his family, he never wanted wyatt to suffer as well. he hasn’t stopped thinking about wyatt all these years. jin assumed that wyatt would’ve found a more– acceptable partner by now. maybe wyatt would’ve buried everything they shared in the past. or…does wyatt still feel for him? he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. he doesn’t want to put wyatt at risk again either. ❝ i don’t want you to keep hurting over this, wyatt. we did what we had to do— ❞ his breath hitches when the other man steps closer. jin swears his heart is about to claw out of his throat at the compliment. usually jin is behind the scenes as lead costume designer, making sure that the performers are ready to go onstage. but every now && then, he’ll support the performance onstage, since he’s taken to acrobatics && dance after joining cirque lumiere years ago. ❝ thank you. it means a lot that you were here tonight. && you look handsome as ever, darling. ❞ oh, fuck. the pet name slips out without thinking. but even after all these years, it feel so right. jin knows he shouldn’t be letting himself get in too deep, but fuck it– ❝ do you want to talk over drinks? ❞