invisible string.

“I like to think I do. Anything for my future wife,” he murmured, a sentiment he meant and still did, even if his own laxity some months prior had resulted in the unexpected twist they now had to face together. From Rory’s reaction and their natural chemistry, Cain didn’t sense their bond being damaged. They’d work through their new reality together. In the meantime, when Rory suggestively asked him whether he was good at following orders, Cain smirked again. He could see the implication. “Of course, dear. Anything you want, just tell me…” he murmured, the playfulness of his tone underlined by a slight huskiness. 

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"anything is very big thing to promise someone," she shot back, though his words lingered, warming her from the inside. she knew she’d do anything for him, too — like stay, even though he was about to have a child with someone else. would it get easier when the baby was actually here, when it was something real and tangible? probably not, but she’d cross that bridge when they came to it. "there’s that anything i want thing again," she said, moving closer to him. "you really are trying to make this up to me, aren't you?" despite the weight of their situation, she kept her tone light. "i want you to show me you still want me…"

@velvetrogue

Still holding hands – because it felt good – Walter chuckled and guided Alonzo through the busy streets, the city as alive during night time as it was during the day. There was always someone walking around, people laughing and talking, food stalls… only the stores were closed but most of the small businesses like coffee shops and smaller bars were still open. People were always looking for something to do at night – even if that meant doing it around three or four in the morning. The coffee shop previously mentioned wasn’t that far and when they reached their destination, Walter was happy to notice that his usual table is still vacant – which meant he and Alonzo could take them for themselves.

before he knew it, they were stepping into the coffee shop, and alonzo took a moment to absorb the surroundings. it was cozy and charming, exactly the kind of vibe he expected from a place walter frequented. when a stranger asked walter if alonzo was his boyfriend, he glanced at walter and let out a quiet laugh. he noticed the way walter’s cheeks reddened. so, walter didn’t bring just anyone to his little café getaway? that was interesting...

he smiled politely at the middle-aged woman who had addressed walter before following him to his usual table. it was sweet that he had a regular spot, and alonzo relished the fact that he got to share this little piece of walter's life. when walter started to apologise, alonzo frowned and squeezed his hand reassuringly. "hey, you have nothing to apologise for," he assured him. "it wasn’t awkward at all." he leaned in slightly, a teasing smile on his lips. "it was actually cute how flustered you got, though..." he added, hoping to lighten walter's mood.

There was a moment when time seemed to freeze and all that remained and existed was himself and Caelan. Ever the boisterous one, the hot-headed, the snarky, the rude one… there were so many aspects of Caelan’s personality that anyone else would consider red flags, and yet Walter remained. Not because he believed he could change Caelan. He would never do that. But there was something underneath all that bravado and grumpiness that was genuine. He had been able to see it on occasion. Very rare moments when Caelan would just stop being bitchy and just be the man he could be. The one who embraced the good things that came his way rather than push them away – considering himself unworthy of them.

This was one of those moments.

Walter could see the shift on his expression. That eyeroll that had nothing of sarcastic or rude. The annoying comment that almost sounded like a compliment. The posture that remained the same yet… not as tense as it had been a moment ago. Caelan was listening to him now. The threat of being bent over his knee and spanked definitely caught his attention. Like a brat who would misbehave on purpose just to get the attention of the person he wanted. If that was Caelan’s goal with his attitude ever since he had entered the club – he had successfully managed to fully get his attention in the process. And for once – C aelan would have called him on his bluff – IF the words that abandoned the bartender’s lips were indeed a bluff.

He wasn’t usually as bold as he was being now. Walter liked to take his time becoming intimate with someone, wanting to get to know them better before entertaining the thought of something physical. But that did not meant he was new to that sort of thing. Maybe not as experienced as others but – he wasn’t dumb. And every now and then, he could tease. He would show a side of him that he usually kept under wraps, something special that he would only reveal to those he had become close to. Like Caelan. A light smile lingered on his lips as he approached his partner, giving Caelan the sweetest and gentlest of kisses on his cheek. Maybe that would make him smile… “Who said anything about a bluff?” With a Cheshire like grin forming on his lips, Walter walked around Caelan’s desk so that he could sit on the other man’s chair – that would most definitely get a rise out of Caelan – like a king sitting on a throne: legs partially spread open, his right hand gently rubbing his right leg before Walter patted it as loudly as he could inside that office.

"i think you’re bluffing," caelan shot back, the challenge evident in his voice as he folded his arms over his chest, studying walter intently. he watched with steady eyes as walter transitioned from standing to sitting in caelan’s chair. his jaw tightened, an eyebrow raised at his lover. god, walter could be so damn sexy sometimes, and caelan doubted he even realized it. yypically sweet and a little shyer than caelan, walter was far from lacking in confidence, so it shouldn’t have surprised caelan that he could hold his ground.

caelan's gaze roamed over walter’s body, noting how he exuded confidence with his legs spread wide. it was undeniably hot, and caelan felt a twitch of interest in his cock. the challenge was clear, and he found himself at a crossroads — either back away or lean into it. "you think you know me so well?" he asked, moving closer until he stood directly in front of walter. he peered down, eyes drifting to walter's crotch.

a moment of pause, then he took a deep breath.

"God," Adan breathed, his cock jerking and pulsing, still buried deep inside his lover. "That was..." He shook his head, unable to find the right words. He felt Oliver's hole tighten around him, drawing him in deeper, and he couldn't suppress a groan of pleasure. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt that satiated, that taken away by his own pleasure, but he knew that Oliver had brought it out in him. Oliver had given him something he had never experienced before.

the closeness afterward was exactly what he needed. he melted into adan’s embrace, his heart full. adan was perfect — his tenderness, the way he checked on oliver, made emotions well up inside him. "you’re perfect," oliver whispered, his voice soft but sure. "so, so perfect." he had never felt more certain about anything. "i’m good. tired, but so good," he assured, smiling when adan called him sweetie. "i just need you, okay? a few more minutes of this, then you can clean me up," he teased gently, knowing he could easily fall asleep like this. but, given how sweaty and sticky they both were, cleaning up didn’t sound like the worst idea.

willow turned away sharply, that all too fake smile vanishing just as quick as they awaited their drinks. "so," hummed loudly as she just looked over maya. searching for something interesting. naivety could only get her so far. it was cute for a few minutes but quickly became boring. "it's maya, right- what's your deal maya?" the blonde asks. "you've looked terrified this whole time."

her focus had been on willow the whole time, but now that willow's attention was back on her, maya smiled. "it is maya," she confirmed with a nod, liking the sound of her name on the blonde's lips. she laughed softly. "i wouldn’t say terrified, but i’m definitely out of my comfort zone," she admitted. "i’m a surgical intern, so i don’t really get out much... college was all about partying for most people, but i was too focused on my career and missed out on that side of things." she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to explain herself, but something about willow made her feel comfortable enough to do so.

"Absolutely" he nodded his head, and he genuinely meant it. "Dark and spicy huh? Sounds right up my alley..." he grinned. "How dark is dark?" He asked curiously and briefly wondered if it was a way of him implicitly expressing his desires.

"Can be both good and bad" he responded with a slight chuckle. He noticed he was much closer now, so he subtly placed his hand on Oliver's hip, testing the waters here. "I guess you have a point... are you an impulsive man, Olvier?"

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"yeah, sometimes it’s fun to write things that aren’t all sunshine and rainbows," he agreed. oliver had a soft spot for happy endings, fluff, and sweetness that could give him a cavity but he also enjoyed diving into darker stories — the kind that made him blush and question what he was writing. "you could read it and see for yourself," he teased. "but it definitely attracted a different audience than i’m used to."

butterflies fluttered in his stomach when gianni’s hand rested on his hip. god, he was smooth. sexy. oliver’s thoughts scattered, and he let out an awkward laugh, his face burning as he tried to hold gianni’s gaze. "i-i can be..." he stammered, feeling like an idiot. "i want to be," he added, his voice softer but more certain.

@spellbindingnights

a soft smile touched olivia’s lips at celia’s response, the weight of her words settling in her chest. "good to know, baby," she whispered, feeling the full impact of celia's words. a quiet groan escaped olivia when celia said she was hers to use — it was so damn sexy. did celia even realise how sexy she was? how her words ignited a deep craving in olivia? "such a good girl," she murmured, trailing her hand along celia's legs, gently urging them apart. "good girls deserve rewards," olivia whispered, her fingers finding celia’s clit with ease, circling it slowly.

After a brief moment of panic, instinct pushed a statement to the front of his mind, one which he immediately vocalised by saying, “We can work something out.” Correcting himself, Theo added, “No, we need to work something out.” Aware that he was hardly the most coherent of messengers in those moments, instinct again made him speak, clarifying exactly what he meant. “I don’t wanna lose you, I can’t. I… I know what I’ve done, but even then… I can’t lose you.” Words spoken in nearly a whisper, Theodore nevertheless only barely appreciated their risky public setting. 

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before he could reply, the bartender placed their drinks in front of them, giving lucas a momentary distraction. he forced himself to thank the bartender, then took a long, steadying sip from his glass. "i don’t want to lose you either," he finally admitted, his voice just as soft as theodore’s. as his eyes found their way back to the other man, a wave of emotions crashed over him — everything from the burning desire of their first meeting to the raw pain of the present moment. could lucas stay with him, knowing he’d be the other man? he wasn’t sure. he didn’t have the answers but what he knew for sure was he couldn't walk away.

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