#skylar oc

OHH HOLY FUCK DID YOU FIND THAT UNGODLY DRAWING AHHHHH. (is this someone aware.of the roleplay I do with her??? who are you. if you are a random person I'm so sorry I love you for asking about my OCs you're beautiful. but also. how did u find that shsbdjsbs.)

"don't say that I didn't warn you."

Characters: The Corinthian, Skylar (OC)

It wasn’t as if this was the first handsome man Skylar had brought back to his small flat just outside of the city, but for some reason the stranger filled him with more anxiety than the rest of them combined. Skylar was sat with him on his threadbare, secondhand sofa with a cheap bottle of rum on the old coffee table. The man introduced himself as the Corinthian, which Skylar took as a pseudonym. His instincts said that the man he’d picked up was probably trying to cover his tracks due to having a partner, maybe a wife. For some reason this didn’t bother him. The Corinthian’s blonde hair was slightly lighter than Skylar’s, and significantly neater. His style of dress was a little conservative for Skylar’s tastes who sat next to him in a black mesh long sleeved shirt, his chest tattoos shining through, and his loose torn jeans. Normally, The Corinthian wouldn’t be his sort of choice in partner, but something about him charmed Skylar to the point where he felt like a giddy teenage boy again. Even the words the Corinthian said as he invited him inside felt like something only a handsome muscle bound character from a romance story would say: You might regret getting so close to me. It felt like a cheesy pick up line to Skylar, but it still made his throat grow dry. Now here they were, having almost finished the bottle of rum and there was no regret on Skylar’s part as of yet.

“You know Skylar,” The Corinthian hummed, pouring more rum into the young man’s drink, throwing off the Coca Cola ratio slightly. “You’re hardly the sort of guy I’d have expected to run into in a place like Club Sanity.”

“Well, I- erm,” Skylar blushed as he picked up his glass - the ice burning his finger tips as he sipped from the cup causing the rum to do the same to his throat. “I guess it’s not my usual sort of scene.”

“It must be my lucky night since I got to run into you,’ The Corinthian replied. He took a large gulp of his own drink, Skylar couldn’t keep his eyes off of The Corinthian’s mouth as he spoke. Droplets of rum stuck to his lips, and Skylar wanted nothing more than to attempt to lick them clean before his own were bitten by those sharp teeth. “So where is your sort of scene? Where could I normally find you?”

“I guess I’m not- I’m not a clubbing kind of guy. I erm- I’m not boring. I like parties and stuff. Gigs. That sort of thing.”

“Trust me, I don’t pick up boring guys. I just can’t want to see your perspective,” The Corinthian smirked.

“Maybe I could take you some time,” Skylar said excitedly taking a large gulp of his drink and coughing as he did so.

“Bit too strong for you?” The Corinthian asked as he moved closer towards Skylar. He felt his chest tighten and his throat close as he felt The Corinthian’s breath against his face. “Maybe this will help.” Before Skylar could reply there were two soft, rough lips pressing into his. One hand was on his thigh whilst the other reached for his hair, tangling his long fingers in his untidy blonde hair. Eventually, the Corinthian let go, but not before sucking on Skylar’s bottom lip and gently biting the skin. All Skylar could do was stare and sway slightly, disorientated and desperate to be kissed again. His surrounding were blurred and distant, was it the alcohol or his companion?

“D-do you want to come to the- to my- my bedroom?” Skylar gasped, he felt the Corinthian’s hands trail up his thigh and grope at his crotch. His dark blue eyes darkened with lust and he almost felt his body curl in on itself in desperation.

“Are you sure? Don’t you remember what I said earlier?” The Corinthian said, Skylar giggled and his grin didn’t waver. The Corinthian’s face was a little too serious even though he still had that charming smile.

“Absolutely,” Skylar said, leaning in for another kiss.

Skylar: i think-

Po: Seventy-two hours.

Skylar: ...How do you-