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Ben Dickinson approached the evening the way he approached most things in his life: curated, intentional, and indulgent. Luca Santoro had intrigued him from the first exchange on the app. The ink. The steady gaze. The quiet confidence that didn’t beg for attention but commanded it anyway. Their messages had shifted quickly from clever banter to something heavier, thicker with implication. By the time Ben sent his address, it felt inevitable. He wanted Luca in his space, under his hands, against something solid and expensive. Tonight was not about subtlety. It was about indulgence. He dressed accordingly, shrugging into a black silk robe and leaving it loosely tied at his waist, bare skin beneath catching the low amber light of the living room. The fabric parted slightly when he moved, teasing the outline of what waited underneath. He didn’t bother with anything else.

The townhouse was dim, music low and deliberate, the air carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne. Ben poured himself a drink but left it untouched on the marble counter, more interested in anticipation than alcohol. When the doorbell finally rang, he exhaled slowly, a satisfied smile pulling at his mouth. He walked to the door barefoot, silk whispering against his thighs as he moved. There was no hesitation when he opened it. And there Luca stood. Inked, composed, undeniably real. Ben let his eyes travel over him once, slow and unapologetic, before lifting his gaze to meet Luca’s. The robe shifted slightly as he leaned one hand against the doorframe. “Right on time,” he murmured, stepping back just enough to invite him in, leaving the rest unsaid.

Brent is out on his balcony -- shirtless, tripod in hand -- when he sees a car pull up to the apartment complex's courtyard two levels below. He recognizes the maintenance man as he hops out from the passenger's side -- Matthew, Ezekiel, something biblical -- but it's when Brent spies the bombshell sauntering around the front of the car to meet the man that his interest really gets piqued.

There's a certain authority with which she prompts the maintenance guy for a goodbye kiss that screams deep, deep domesticity. To be honest, it sends an excited shiver down Brent's spine-- and before he can stop himself, he's wolf-whistling at the pair. And if they look up at him, he'll surely toss a casual cocky? wave their way. And maybe exactly fifteen minutes after the maintenance guy's hot fucking wife leaves, Brent will very casually find himself wandering down to the complex's supply shed, where he knows he'll find the real object of his desire. He clears his throat once he arrives to make himself known. "I'm Brent." Is all he says at first, holding out a hand for the maintenance guy to take. Naturally he was still sans shirt, skin glistening in the soft morning heat enough to make his tattoos pop.

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Never did Elias think that this would happen. Never before did he think he’d wind up getting a boyfriend, that he’d catch feelings. Everyone knew he had loved his life as a bachelor, quickly finding anyone and everyone he could to flirt and fuck, but ever since he had met Trevor… Things just… changed. Though they weren’t exclusive, at first, Elias began to hook up with people less and less, damn near deactivating his Stud Hub account and now… Now things with Trevor were official and it was time to really make it official. “Yeah, all of it, baby,” Elias said, a grin pulling at his lips as he stared at Trevor, his hand groping his ass while Trevor’s own hand was wrapped around his dick. Was he nervous that Trevor would think he was too big? A little bit, but considering how thick he was in Trevor’s hand, it didn’t seem like he minded much. And really, at eight and a half inches, he knew that there were guys larger than him, but it was his girth that often had people gawking. Still, he kissed Trevor again, only to pull away as Trevor stepped out of his own underwear to reveal his toned body. “Goddamn… Can’t believe we fucking waited this long.” With that, he leaned forward and kissed Trevor again as he reached down to wrap his own fingers around Trevor’s cock.

Trevor had known for a while that he was blessed with the sexiest boyfriend, they’d made out enough that he’d certainly felt that there was a lot to handle between Elias’ legs but actually stroking it and feeling how thick it was made it real. It wasn’t like he didn’t like Trevor didn’t have experience with big dicks, he was a solid nine inches himself but his girth was easily half of what Elias had and the man’s perfect body somehow made it feel bigger. He blushed as the man spoke, returning the kiss eagerly and letting out a moan feeling that hand around him “Stunned I didn’t jump on you the first day we met… we have so long to make up for” he teased between firm wicked kisses, getting at Elias’ underwear and pushing it off the man’s body so he could finally just enjoy that firm naked hunky body. He panted a little as he pulled back, just looking down to see the girth in his hands “Fuck… good thing I have tomorrow off because I’m not gonna be walking for a while” he mused, looking back up to Elias’ face “Not because it’s too big… because I’m spending the next day taking that beautiful thing every goddamn way I can” he exclaimed before slowly pulling back, slipping up the head of the bed and spreading his legs, lifting them just enough that his hole was just barely visible “Come and get me, stud”

Another one of his father's functions, another night of Leo being utterly bored out of his mind. The mansion was filled with all sorts, celeberities to bussiness men to members of various criminal groups that knew how to dress well at the very least. And then there was Leo, infamous son of Owen Matthews - a wealthy businesses man and crime lord who had most people of power and influence in his pocket.

It wasn't uncommon for Leo to draw attention at these things, partly because of being the son of the man in charge but also men had a habit of falling over themselves to try and spend some time with him. But Leo hadn't found anyone particuarly interesting this time around, nobody who caught his eye as he lounged against the sofa, tight black shirt with a few buttons loose and a glass of some sort of alcoholic sweet beverage in hand. He was considering just heading off, ditching this place and finding some amusement elsewhere - when he felt a shadow falling over him.

"Mm, can I help you?" He remarked, cracking one eye open to see who had come to bother him.