#honeyrough

       he blinks. free hand comes up to pluck the cigarette from his mouth and he licks his lesser lip in enticement, head lilting over the slightest whilst a smirk comes cross his features. the more she speaks the further he sees himself unmaking her. stripping the pristine from her and having her come undone just beneath him. given the opportunity, he won’t hesitate to devour her.

a closed  ( and a very late  )  starter for @honeyrough !

theodore didn’t have much experience with dating. he was always quite nerdy growing up, and even though he was never the ugliest guy around; he did have huge glasses and an acne problem in high school. even if someone did try to talk to him, he would be too shy to talk back. arlo was different. from the moment theodore saw him, he knew that he wanted him. and so, with much luck, they had been together just under a month. arlo was sitting at a barstool in his kitchen as he walked in, immediately moving his arms around the other male’s waist. “morning, baby.”, he drawled happily before kissing at the side of his neck.  //  @honeyrough

JERSEY BOY’S EYES settle on the country boy in front of him, mesmerized ( as he usually is ) with the other’s presence. he hadn’t needed this internship in the first place, what with his family name and family MONEY, but at the moment he can’t help but feel grateful for his parents’ pushing of him to apply to this opportunity ; quinn, of course, is never one to object or complain, and he truly does enjoy working for one of the largest music conglomerates on the globe ------ but seeing the smiling face of the curly-haired boy he’s been assigned to assist is one of the biggest perks he can get. sebastian is ... attractive, sure, anyone with eyes and half a BRAIN can see that ( what with the emerald eyes and broad shoulders, all wrapped up in a flannel ), but quinn can’t help but notice his talent, and his kindness, and it’s those sparkling traits that keep the blond hooked, grinning ear to ear every damn DAY. “ hey, sebs, i’ve been workshopping that one melody for that ballad ... when we get into the studio, i’ll show ya! got my guitar in there again, and a keyboard for any piano stuff you wanna work out. ”

@honeyrough​  ♡

             he’s not exactly sure at this point how the night had started off. it all seems to be a bit of a blur, but he’s certain he’d started with only a couple lines of coke and some drinks, nothing too serious. and yet, ian’s sitting on a bathroom counter of someone’s house, kissing a pretty boy---- it’s how most of his nights seem to end these days with the difference that he’s usually not lucky enough to be kissing beau. fair enough, there was always someone pretty to kiss but his old best friend was by far his favourite. “you look so lovely tonight,” he murmurs against the other’s lips, fingertips gently running through his hair. “sometimes wish i could spend every night with you.” they don’t see each other as frequently as ian would like it, but that’s mostly down to his busy lifestyle. his hand slips into his back pocket, grinning as he finds a sharpie and a pack of powder in there. “give me your hand, love.” 

the dark-haired male likes to think that his hand feels completely nice against her ass. though, it was innocent fun at first - the cheeky thought of proceeding after the blonde’s shouting to stop makes it all more tempting. running his fingers now along his lips after hearing the first moan, his brows raise. large hand sneakily moving lower over the clothed core but back towards her covered bum to give two more spanks. ‘ suppose i could stop now, ‘ he teases, only to hear what she would speak of next. // @honeyrough

        dahlia had been introduced to the other a few months ago, and she hadn’t realised why. and maybe she should have. of course, they’d only been introduced for one reason - to get married. over the time they’d spent together, dahlia may have began falling for the other but she’d never admit to it. she didn’t want to give their parents the satisfaction of knowing their pushy ways had actually helped their children fall for each other. the female brushes her hand over the fabric of her dress before she takes a glass from a tray, thanking the server before making their way over to the other and taking a sip from the glass. “they think they’re being subtle, but it’s obvious where they want this to go,” she spoke softly, eyes scanning the crowd before landing on her mother - catching her quickly looking away from the pair as they stood together.