#dane.

thirteen has already pulled out their gun and pointing it in their face. people are screaming and fleeing. the weirdo is gone, leaving only one. two thumbs up.

originally, dane was there to just rob the place. he didn't think that anyone was home and the team was casing it for a while. there were a lot of lavish goods there. he didn't expect for the young man to be there though and when he caught him sleeping, he couldn't risk him catching him. dane tried to overpower him and just tie him up, but instead got aroused during the whole thing. the robber was currently having his way with the man on his own bed. "that's it. i bet you loved being used like this." he rammed his shaft into leo's hole, moving his thrusts faster. then he moved his hand over to them man's chin and neck, pulling him even closer. "you feel so fucking good."

“May I come in?” A soft question asked with just the right amount of respect, one of his hands against the door where he braces a lean body, and his opposite one wrapped around the neck of a wine bottle. He’s owed him one for a while now, and he doesn’t want him to think that he’s forgotten. About anything. Stalling where he’s standing between the hallway and Valentine’s room, Dane cuts dark eyes in his direction, not quite able to meet his gaze, but at the very least looking at his lips. Memories trickle in through the haze of his own crowded thoughts, memories of skin and of taste, of sound and touch. They haven’t spoken since that night, and it’s past time that they did. “Please.”

Phone in hand, Dane’s long fingers hesitate over the ‘call’ button for what feels like the hundredth time. His throat is thick with it, and he knows that he isn’t supposed to. He knows that he isn’t supposed to do this, be like this, call him when he’s low, when he’s needy. Still, there’s a moment of desperation that temporarily takes him over, and he finds himself tapping that green circle and bringing the phone up to his ear despite it all. “Pick up. Please.”

the three musketeers, ready to take over belgium

ooo this makes me wanna write a marriage pact from their youth or something hm hm, something something, both single by thirty, something something, marry your best friend, ???, profit.