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Eliott scoffs when Caelan finally notices the camera pointing directly at him. he's already buried deep inside him when that happens, pounding and smacking into his cheeks. this isn't the first time he's done this to someone, he's grown used to knowing the perfect angles so that he'd be able to obscure himself enough so that he wouldn't show on screen. and on top of that, he keeps his head lowered down so that most of his face remains hidden underneath the brim of his baseball cap just in case this isn't enough to stay unseen. Eliott doesn't want anybody to know he's fucking desperate queers, that would be a shame and a disgrace. but he's fine with the rest of the world knowing those people are getting shamelessly fucked and abused. "Don't worry about it. Nobody's gonna see. It's just for me." he casually lies through his teeth, not even to mention the fact that he's doing it live, this isn't a recording to keep for later. It's going directly on his alt account for the thousands more desperate and horned up guys that follow him hoping to find themselves in Caelan's place.

"and how's the ass feel? pretty good, huh?" he lifts the cellphone, going past his hand on the golden locks and showing the rest of the f*g's body, the pale curves splayed out on the soft sheets of michael's hotel bed, very careful not to show the face of the third tv star in the room, buried tongue-deep inside. as another up-and-coming name (with a career just slightly longer than sweet jasper working his cock), and some actual self-respect, he knew he couldn't show andre in the video; he didn't actually plan to let reach anyone's hands, but you could never be too sure — jasper, though, was clearly fair game. "tell daddy, it feels good when my friend's making out with your pussy?"

before the boy answers, blabbering on his cock, he films it: a loud smack of andre's hand on a buttcheek, quickly reddening; he can feels the gasp on the mouth cuddling his cock, and can't hold back a smirk.

michael puts away his phone, deciding he'll come back to filming in a bit. definitely get a shot of jasper taking both of their cocks, but, for now — "you're a good boy, i know you can take all of daddy, c'mon..." both of his hands are on the younger male's head, and he's finally adding some pressure, holding him in place as he slides in more and more of his cock into his lips. he'll get a good rhythm going...

a bit past midday on a lazy sunday, alex gets a text from his little brother: mom and dad at barbecue. come over. he knew what it meant: super mario bros time. truly, he could think of better ways to waste time, but they mostly involved booze, debauchery and the nighttime. he could engage in those in the evening; spending the afternoon with ethan didn't sound like the worst of plans. they had a good rapport, after they grew out of the roughhousing and wall-punching phase.

bring luke, a third message came in after he sent a simple k. oh, that made sense. truth be told, ethan didn't have that many friends, so he didn't mind sharing his best friend for a bit. something about luke always seemed to balance out their dynamic, anyway. he gave a soft edge to alex's teasing. their hang-outs were always, in the jargon of his dorky baby bro, epic.

when he called up luke, though, their conversation took a new path. it grew a pit in his stomach, and a tent in his boxers. they get to his parents' house, and both the pit and his boner are throbbing. he takes a minute getting out of his car, lets his friend lead the way, which he decides he'll do in the whole thing.

luke gives a big bro hug and a shuffle of ethan's hair; asks how long's been since they last saw each other, calls alex a dick for not inviting over more, and chats up the kid. he and alex go all the way back to the first week of high school; ethan's basically his little brother. they follow each other on twitter, they're sharing memes on insta, liking each other's stories. he couldn't pinpoint exactly when the little snotty kid got a new perspective in his eyes, but he'd been thinking about it for a while now.

he puts the beer in the bridge, teases alex about his time in the car, and soon they're heading into the living room. compliments the new gaming set-up, letting the kid rant about it for a bit; exchanges knowing glances with alex, the anticipation firing him up. but he's commando, so he snatches a pillow over to his lap and forces himself to calm down and lock-in. don't fumble the pretty boy.

after a good forty five minutes of gaming (he wishes he could say he lost to soft up ethan's ego — the kid's just a fuck deal better than him), he gives alex a subtle little nod, eyes then setting on the other brother's face. and what a fuckable face.

"pause it, i'll go check on the beer." showtime, baby...

luke nudges the other's knee with his own, lips curling up all sweet when their eyes meet. "hey, i've been... i've been meaning to ask — i mean, i asked alex, but he said he didn't know, um..." he splay his hand on his own knees, letting just his little finger wander and touch ethan's much paler leg. there's an underlying anxiety to his tone, sure, but he definitely plays it up. it's endearing, he's come to realize. call him cocky, call him r4pey pervy — he knows he'll be tapping that ass in ten minutes max.

Disclaimer: None of my muses would willingly stay celibate for a year, so this is the context of just not having sex in general because they can't get any.

Most Likely: Jack can be written as nervous and shy, and his experience as a masseur is a lot less sexy than one might think considering he works in a salon most of the time. Jack is definitely someone that might be celibate for a year.

Special mention for Damian as he often has been celibate before meeting with other muses I write against.

Difficult to imagine the fraternity needing a single shred of security when the building was packed to the brim with big and beefy frat brothers ready to swing at the first sign of a threat. It's natural that upon hearing someone - or something - rustling around outside Brick begins to drag himself out of bed with eyes full of sleep and hand full of bat. Not like he isn't feeling all kinds of confident with his fingers wrapped firm around that familiar pillar of polished wood.

Colour him surprised when he's found himself standing in the hallway a few hours past midnight not facing down any sort of threat. Instead Brick is letting out the weariest of sighs and staring down at another student - but not a fellow brother - halfway through the window.

"You know we don't lock the front door." No point when numerous members of the fraternity were slogging through some seriously inconvenient night classes to fit atypical scholastic schedules. "You don't need to sneak your fat ass in through the window."

Due to hazing being banned from campus, the frat had gotten creative in the modern day with ways to test their new pledges. As of this week, they'd been doing little competitions and physical challenges as a bonding exercise between bigs and littles. Kota had been nervous for Parker, despite the fact that they'd been hitting the gym and practicing day in and day out. Today was the day of the big obstacle race and, with Kota being the president, he didn't want to be embarrassed. He'd put a lot of faith in the kid to clutch this for them, and he knew Parker was anxious, as well. At the start, it was rough-going. He watched as the boy crawled through mud under chicken wire, getting pushed back at the climbing wall by some of the other pledges. However, as things went on, he saw Parker picking up steam and plowing ahead. He was impressed at the way the kid managed to dodge blows while also elbowing some of the other guys out of the way, nudging his way towards the head of the pack. It wasn't until the last moment, when he watched Parker climb his way up towards the final platform with all of the strength he had in his arms, that he realized he'd done it. As Parker hopped off of the rope and slammed into the bell with all of his might, Dakota couldn't help but give a nod, "Well, look who finally fucking showed up, Mackey..." He noticed the way the boy wavered a bit and he slid in, gripping the back of his neck and chuckling as he held him up, "Don't you pass out on me now, Parker.. You just ate that shit up." He pressed their foreheads together and took in a deep breath as he closed his eyes, "You know how much of a stud you are, dude? You went from the back of the pack to first fucking place..." The rest of the guys around them were still cheering on their littles, the bell ringing as each of them finished in succession. Dakota still head tightly to Parker, not letting go, "You did that for me, huh? All to make me proud?"

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It was a mixture of things that led Damien to this point. First, it was Nico turning him on to a new artist that could potentially be signed by the company. Orin had a haunting voice. One that he could make famous.

Nico and Kai had made first contact with Orin, extending the invitation to speak with him. It was when Kai came back that he had truths to tell. Orin was the legendary Orpheus.

Kai was a keeper, able to see such truths in people.

And now, the vampire circles Orin, taking in the sight of him. He was beautiful. His scent haunting as his music.