#divinelygifted

Ryder’s in his room with another guy tonight, Alan wasn’t around for whatever reason and Marshall ended up staying the night at someone’s place. He could be annoying and loud while fucking and man, it felt good to not worry about other people in the place. The man is riding on top of him, a loud groan is escaping him as the other’s hips are circling over him. That’s when he hears a door slam shut and there’s a soft curse under his breath. It was nice while it lasted at least. His hands are holding on to the other man’s hips as his own thrust up, eager to finish before it became too annoying for whoever just got home. But his eyes fly open when his door opens up, a startled Yelp coming from his guest. Seeing Alan in the dim light and — was he sniffling? Maybe he just didn’t like the smell in the room? His brows furrow but he can’t help the shuddering movements up in to the other man briefly, a grunt escaping. “Alan? Alan — can it wait?”

Steven narrowed his eyes at him, knowing exactly what he was doing. The younger male was attractive, he had to admit that. But he was Zedric’s professor, it was unethical. That tongue just wasn’t making it any easier.  “Are you trying to get your grades better?” He asked, taking the paper handed to him and sat down behind his desk. “If that tongue of yours doesn’t settle down in your mouth, then you better put it to a much better use than that.” He was challenging him a little. See if Zedric would really want something to happen, after all the flirting during classes.

The locale had been rather prestige and highly sought after, especially since it had a high traffic, and thus it made perfect sense to open up a gym as a front for smuggling drugs right here. It was simple enough, renovating, buying the equipment, hiring staff and fitness trainers and paying them well enough that they don’t end up going where they’re supposed to be. Or at least that was the way it should have been. “Alaric, was it? Now, I see you’ve got yourself into a bit of a bind. Got a lil’ too nosy.” The mafia boss had cornered the man in the back room where he’d inevitably found the goods, but he didn’t even so much as glance at the other, instead concentrating on typing away at his phone. Once the message was sent, Eric looked back up, his smile patronising, “Honestly, you could have just stuck to your job and maybe avoided all this mess.”

Damian made sure to wrap his arm around Hector's waist as they sat on the couch, letting the other relieve some of the pressure and emotions he had today. Then he grabbed those legs and moved them up onto the couch and his lap. With as large as he was, he hoped that the position would allow Hector to just let out all the emotions or do whatever he needed to feel better. "It is. We'll do anything you wanna do, just ask," he said, hoping that this was the right move. This was the first time since they got to know each other that Hector opened up in front of Damian.

“Yes,” he replied before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the other’s neck. Abhay had cuddled the other hard in their sleep. “We can shower later,” he muttered as he moved a kiss to Anthony’s ear, hand creeping down the other’s side and cupping an ass cheek. The more Abhay woke up, the more obvious his arousal was for Anthony to see. “Pretty please?” he whispered, squeezing that cheek like he did last night. 

‘i’ve looked at a lot of places and thought they would be damn good places to fuck someone.. and now i just get to go down the list and drag you along in my endeavor.’ a smirk is given. ‘so do i. which is why the other room was mostly storage. however, most of it’s put in storage and now in my room -- and now it’s all getting rearranged again.’ some even flowed to the living room for now as they figured it out. ‘though i’m definitely down with using it as a wardrobe than like -- a personal space for you. could still put a love seat in there so you can work on your acting stuff in there or read and get away from me when needed,’ he teases.