#anithikos

it's probably a very bad thing to give head to a priest in his room, but sade's never been a fan of doing the good thing (especially if she gets to feel good, too). she's far too old to be on her knees on a hard floor, but the way julian looks at her makes her think that she'll be fine. his eyes are big and wet, like he's never been touched by— well, anybody. she offers his a gentle smile, hands soft as she pulls his hardening cock out of his pants.

guilt eats at the pit of his stomach, his lips pressed together in a thin line. god, how can tim be so nonchalant about all this? he feels like he's about to run into the bathroom of this diner and puke. instead, he just tucks tighter into the booth, just to ball himself up into something smaller. jordan's both hot and cold — his body not sure where to go or even what to do. he reaches for the mug of coffee, then back into his lap. the idea of even putting anything into his body is a nightmare.

@anithikos asked: ❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜ - with kipling ⊱ via.

                   ⊱ wires crossed in his mind, jasim has always taken bright red warnings such as these and turned them into curious allure; drawing him in like a moth to a flame. that doesn't make him any less nervous—it never does—but he compensates by acting too confident, too bold.

                   ❝ are you now? ❞ it sounds like a challenge, almost, with a prove it on the tip of his tongue. wisely, he doesn't say that one out loud. ❝ and what does the devil's work look like? ❞

                   it's debatable if that's any better, this invitation to sate his curiosity however kipling deems fit; merely another way to ask for proof of what a self-proclaimed devil looks like. ⊰

there's a soft laugh that falls from red lips, her body gently resting in gideon's lap. lucy's fingers play gently at his tie, her tongue rubbing against her bottom lip. " yeah? do you really think you're brave enough to do that? " lucy's tone is coy, his eyes turning up to look at gideon. " what? does your wife not like to play rough so you have to come my way? "

" not if you're quiet, jin. " with all the times they've had sex after work, it's a surprise they haven't fucked during an office party. there's a clamour outside, the sound of overly drunk workers celebrating ... something jordan's forgotten about, but it's chaotic enough to where the two men can sneak off into a far-off supply closet.

" shouldn't -- shouldn't it be the other way around? " sure, jordan's a little uncomfortable (just about being in a situation he isn't used to), almost to the point he can't look the other man in the eye. his hands shove the cuffs of his sweater down, like he's trying to make himself smaller. there's something about kipling that makes the comfort lesser and lesser, though it's hard for him to pinpoint it.

her eyes sparkle as she looks up at him from her position on the floor, errant strands of honey blonde hair tickling her cheekbone. he'd been hunched over his keyboard for hours, the sound of frantic typing and backspacing filling the house. really, the idea she had would be a rational idea that any spouse would have when she sees the stress furrow the skin between his brows and lock up his shoulders.

it had been a careful and easy thing, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind and whispering in his ear that she had a small little gift just for him. it's so much easier to control him when all the blood rushes from one head to the other.

sadie can't help but laugh at the— well, is it an order? from her estimations, it seems like a little man trying to have some sort of control over everything he can flash his money at. it doesn't make him whole. it never makes men like that whole. she was married to a man like that once. in all honesty, it kinda pisses her off that another man like that is attempting to tell her what to do.

but this is her court; the way she can use sexuality to get on even playing ground with people who act as if they want to fuck her over. she shifts, puffing her chest out to make it seem as if she actually wants him. there's a faux sparkle in her eye when she leans over (mainly to give joel a good look down her shirt) before she grins.