#rcbf4

jamie's body is pliant. jellied, candied bliss in the afterglow as his front remains slotted against the side of adam's body. his groin is attached to thigh, as soft stomach conforms to the muscle toning the side of the other's sweat dampened form.

arm curled around midsection while sheet rides low on his hip, jamie's eyes are positioned upward in search of approval to soft movements of his mouth overlapping pectoral. hand jammed beneath warmth, as the other's paws travel over the skin of exposed arms &. back.

at first his lips brush over hardened nipple, before he becomes emblazoned. his head tipping as his tongue pushes against the tip, before his lips wrap around it experimentally. his eyes still poised upward in expectancy.

a heavy exhale rushes upon the expanse of broad chest as he overlaps his mouth once more. the softest ghost of a moan riding his breath. knee shifting whilst raising leg hugs lower half closer, &. allows hips to shift against the thigh beneath his groin.

Buckley nodded slowly, understanding just how serious the situation was. human lives … the stakes were high. “ I uh - ” he cleared his throat gently, “ I guess I should start by looking into the cult’s origins. that should give us an idea of their motive. ” Buckley stared forward, gazing idly at the clearing’s horizon where the ground bled into a perimeter of twisted roots connected to trees that gently brushed a darkening sky. They obscured a road or interstate hiding beyond their deciduous cover. He could hear the soft hum of crickets, the fire’s crackling, and the sound of a lonely animal lost somewhere in the thick of trees. 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Something cold twisted in his gut, making the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand on end. His conscious buzzed nauseatingly, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 … He wasn’t scared or anxious — not yet. He was certain something horrible was going to happen, or was waiting to be discovered.

Dominic had been working on files all morning, guessing that the usual doctor was out and he had to look over the rest that weren’t tended to. He sighed softly and hummed, pushing himself up from his seat and moving over to make a fresh cup of coffee. Afterwards he walked back over and sat back down, picking up the phone to make a call, “Hello? Yeah, the files are ready if you want to send an officer to collect them...in my office, of course. Thank you, bye now.” After hanging up, he sat back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee, looking up when his brother Luis knocked and entered the room.

the prince is a spoiled and demanding creature. it is a fact of life, something that one has to grow accustomed to if they intend to spend any time with him at all. no matter how much he pretends otherwise, he cannot deny his nature. right now though, there is not even an attempt made to do so — not when the man beneath him is kissing him like this, not when he's making him want more and more and more.

they're in the backseat of a car, parked in some secluded alleyway. ironic, all things considered. wouldn't it be the other man's job to usually interfere with things like this? perhaps the prince is a bad influence. yes, that's most definitely what it is.

from his perch in the other man's lap, fingers cling to his jacket with a death grip. it's a tight squeeze in this backseat — he's almost hit his head on the ceiling a couple of times — but he does not particularly care. there is a certain thrill to this, after all.

WE'RE GOING TO START A WAR

"Oh my god, you little devil." She leaned towards him, keeping her voice low so she didn't bring them unneeded attention. She kept her expression neutral even though she wanted to break out into giggles knowing that Adam was purposefully keeping information away from the cops. She liked that he included her in his secret plans but she liked it more that he trusts her to be in on them.

Her eyes studied his face, watched how he kept a sharp eye on the two officers having a chat a couple of yards away. There had been such tension in him and the way he became guarded when they questioned him — she had a million questions lining up to be asked when they were no longer being harassed. What she witnessed was so unlike the Adam she knew. There was reasoning, a history to his behavior and she wanted to know. "If you think they're going to be a problem, I'll happily take care of them." Samuel smiles sweetly with a dash of a more sinister intention peeking through so he could decipher what she was actually offering.

WE'RE GOING TO START A WAR

"I can tell." She approaches the table slowly, shocked at the amount of weaponry spread out across the table and she pulls out a chair to sit across from him, content to watch him clean and organize. Samuel pulls her feet up on the chair and wraps her arms around her legs. "You really keep all these around the house?" Her head turns, eyes looking around trying to pinpoint where he might have hid everything. Under the living room table? Or perhaps stuffed between the cushions of the couch. Maybe even taped behind the tv ? …

"Does Adam know?" Samuel reaches out and pokes one of the guns not entirely willing to pick it up. She's never held one, never shot one and was definitely not interested in doing either even though there was a sliver of curiosity igniting in her mind. With how dangerous their lives could get it might be a good idea to learn.

"Which one do you think would suit me if you had to pick?"

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❝ for you and you only, i would. ❞

Flattery could get anyone almost anywhere. Luckily, Adam wasn't just a simple someone. No, Adam was a handsome someone (who just happened to be a cop). He was impeccably honest and it was a quality that Peyton greatly admired as it's a trait that could be difficult to find in a person (let alone someone who worked in law enforcement).

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○ Peyton very much a submissive bottom. They're used to letting go and being used for someone else's pleasure. In fact, it thrills them. Control isn't something they absolutely require in the bedroom (they would rather throw the reins to someone else). However, they do have quite the mouth on them and WILL backtalk and brat because its fun. Peyton will push buttons to get a reaction and relish in the consequences (whether it be pain, pleasure, or a mix).