live on my own way

🌳 a happy text.

It had been a long night, and these drinks were much appreciated, especially in the company of someone attractive…as if anyone at Votive wasn’t extremely attractive…which in turn did nothing for his own self esteem. So in the middle of drunkenly rambling about some recent stupid conspiracy theory he’d learned about, Saeyoung was amply surprised by the lips that crashed into his own. Eyes widening for just a moment before he eagerly allowed himself to delve into the kiss and then pulling back to breathe, “was that just to shut me up, or?

It wasn’t the healthiest way to let himself forget about what bothered him, but Virgil liked to drink and lose the worry in his head for awhile. He made sure to not make it a habit, not wanting to risk a steady job. Now, there he was with one of the dancers who was ridiculously pretty. How the hell was someone that pretty not an escort? Virgil didn’t fully want to question it. Instead, he watched the other as he talked about some theory. Sure, he listened, but his eyes were focused on the soft lips of the other. As the rambling continued, he finally sighed before pressing his lips to Saeyoung’s in a deep kiss. 

When the other broke the kiss, he raised a brow at what he said and hummed softly. “That, but also it kinda says something that you watched an hour long video about how NASA basically hid the first photos of the moon to hide the fact there is something out there, and replaced them with different pictures. You really think all the pictures of the moon are all in gray-scale? Like there is color on the moon we don’t know about and aren’t being told about?”

💫 a late night text.

atlas: you wouldn’t be a bad answer.

atlas: i’d love to go shopping!

atlas: wanna hit up the game store with me?

virgil 🎧 : damn i’ll have to save that answer for you another time then virgil 🎧 : hm, sounds good.  virgil 🎧 : been saving some ‘fun’ money so i can get the new nintendo system. virgil 🎧 :  hope you don’t play fighting games because i will for sure be keeping you up playing those

atlas: i haven’t had a day off in forever…

atlas: what should i do tomorrow!? :D

virgil 🎧 : ... i would say ‘me’ as an answer but that’s pretty rude. virgil 🎧 : but there are a lot of good little shops in new york if you need a shopping companion.

“At least you have facial hair to help you out.” He chuckled.

Delicate/Platonic Kiss

Virgil was not someone who let his emotions out. However, being in the lounge when it was overly packed led to a moment of panic for him. He was just glad he found Jo and was able to convince her to go outside with him to help him calm down. The streetwalker let out a shaky sigh at the kiss that was pressed to his bare shoulder from the loose shirt he wore. 

Send 💘 for a static shock kiss.

—- HOVERING OVER THE MALE, a smirk presented with the words spoken, both obviously in need of more quickly. he does not waste either of their time, hands working to tug lower garments off the escort, thrown and forgotten as ellis then crawled upward for lips to be distracted on the exposed skin of neck to nibble upon. fingers working on the buttons of the shirt worn, wanting to leave the other bare. once the buttons were all done, he then sits up a bit more on the mattress to tug the shirt away, bringing virgil closer to him in a sitting position as well. to instigate tonight’s intercourse, he presses his hips on the other’s, teasing in movement as lips found each other again, the kiss more desperate than before. it was only then when ellis allowed hand to travel to meet the length of the opposite, hands building the warmth and friction. “tell me what you want,” ellis commanded, lips trailing from sharpness of jawline down to neck, but body then moving to press virgil back against the mattress, his body sliding low for lips to be close to the opposite’s sex, and his feet off the mattress. “tell me,” breath hot on the sex.

Feeling the cool air of the room hit Virgil’s bare skin made a shiver run up his spine. The less clothes, the better. That was Virgil’s main thought at the moment besides keeping him and Ellis both pleased. The kisses and bites on the gentle skin of his neck caused the escort to let out small moans as his hands went to grip wherever he could on Ellis. The rough and desperate kisses were filled with moans from Virgil as he felt the other’s hand on his length. The command made his cock twitch as his heart raced faster in his chest. Brown eyes watched Ellis for a moment before the other was so close to his sex. 

—- HE THOUGHT ABOUT IT ONCE. applying to become an escort, adopt the role of an expert of intercourse, to obey the commands of clients in order to fulfill their needs and desires. ellis, though, scoffed when reading over the application. perhaps once, when the assimilated teen of north dakota was straight and of pure western, white culture, he would have been eager just for the money. however, following his move to the city, a year getting situated, he can no longer be as so. too independent, opinionated, blunt, and free as an individual he is to be told what to do — especially in bed. he honestly has no idea how the escorts do what they do. 

      “i’ll smoke .  .  . come on —” he makes a motion for the other male to follow, glancing back with his typical, boyish smile before averting attention forward to saunter toward the closest exit. a door that opens out onto a balcony — the spot where most of the staff ventured to smoke for the guests to not be disturbed. ellis was bold to reach behind, stealing a cigarette from the taller male with vibrant mane; a look ellis found to be hot. a lighter, aflame the end, then cigarette meeting lips to indulge on nicotine. a blow of smoke before glancing over to the stranger. “and what’s your name?” he turns for body to be faced his direction, shoulder against the wall, ignoring the view before the two. “wouldn’t want to just refer you as the ‘hot escort saved from being fucked by a shithead.’” another blow with the free hand on hips, eyeing the male with interest.

Before Virigl got an answer, he moved to tap the top of the box against his palm a few times. Even if the other refused, he would need a smoke for sure. He wouldn’t admit to the slight excitement when the other agreed to smoke with him. He did as the other said, following behind with a bit of distance between them. His eyes raked over the other’s form and noted that he wished he could have been having a night in bed with this guy. Once outside, the escort easily opened the box of cigarettes and had no time to grab one before the other grabbed one. Virgil chuckled under his breath before grabbing one for himself. 

Once the cigarette was between his lips, he used his cheap lighter to light it. His lungs burned as he took a quick puff, eyes looking over the city for a moment before looking back to the other. “Depends. If you wanna stick closer to the hot escort name, you’d be calling me Apollo.” He explained, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to blow out some smoke. “If you want something more causal, my name is actually Virgil. Shitty name, but at this point, I’m the only person I know with the name.” The redhead continued, brown eyes looking the man over for another moment before looking over the city.