So you wanna play with magic ...

Eliwood kept the pillow where it was as he watched his son from a safe couple of meters away. But even on the dimlight the TV produced, he could still see where the gaze lingered the most, and that was his covered crotch. A silent curse was shot through his brain, but it was brought to life when his son actually asked his last question.

"Look at i-" He stopped, the words stuck in his mouth. He looked at the door again. No one else was coming down, Eliwood hoped. Without thinking too much, he threw the pillow back on the couch. His cock was very hard. Uncut and turning just a bit to his left side.

"That's only natural, right? I mean, you see girls parts and, that makes sense." Eliwood wanted the boy focused on something else. The idea that his boy might be bisexual as he was scared him. Or, even gay! And that would mean Dante wanted to see him naked. He cursed himself for throwing the pillow away.

Dante was expecting the other to deny him, why wouldn't he? He found the other's gaze and watched the door himself for a moment - the house seemed quiet enough. By the time he'd looked back at his father the pillow had been thrown and his father's hard cock was standing rock hard.

He licked his lips and let out a sigh. It was bigger than his, but he smiled at seeing that his cock curved a little to the left like his own did. "Its - fuck its pretty big Dad." he said, trying to keep his voice low just encase someone else was awake. That was when he pushed himself back from leaning against the back of the couch and came around it, shaking his head, "You don't have too - You - you can keep going if you want?"

He drew his boy in close, bowing his head to kiss him deeply. One hand pushed into Dante's hair, the other dragged down his body to cup his ass.

"Everything's perfect, Baby. I just didn't want to wait for you to get home," he said, giving a slow roll of his hips so his boy would feel he was already half hard. He kissed Dante one more time, hungrier this time as he nipped at his boy's lips.

The younger folded in nicely against Cillian without a second thought, pressing his chest against the other gently. He smiled as he kissed back, feeling that already it was more than just a kiss to greet him. It was only when he felt the hand on his ass that he thought maybe the man wanted more than just to see him for a little and offer him a ride back to their place.

"Mm, that's okay Daddy," Dante whispered after the kiss - eyes down for a moment as he felt the other already getting excited for him. His eyes found the others again, smirking, wondering if he should drag the other back to the staff room to take care of him.

Dante's club was a common place for Cillian to visit. At least, it had become one since he and his boy started seeing each other. He'd told Dante he didn't need to work if he didn't want to. Cillian was more than well off enough to take care of any and every of his boy's desires. But Dante insisted, said he liked his job, so he kept working.

There were just some nights Cillian was bored and horny home alone and didn't want to wait for his boy to get home. So he made his way to the club. This was perhaps taking their free use agreement a little to the extreme, but Cillian was never one to let much of anything get in the way of what he wanted.

He sidled up to the bar, smiling warmly when he caught Dante's eye.

"Evening, Sweetheart," he hummed over the din of the music. "I think it's about time you took a break."

Dante had worked here for a few years now, since he turned eighteen. In those years he'd gone through a few different roles there, from barman to escort and back. Now that he was with Cillian, he mainly bartended in the VIP area.

Tonight, however, it was pretty busy and he was helping out on the bar in the main area. He had a few hours left of his shift. The last person he was expecting to see out in this area was Cillian. He finished pouring someone a drink and slid over, expecting the other wanted a drink too.

"Hey Daddy," he beamed, leaning up on the bar near him. Dante licked his bottom lip, knowing full well that Cillian's words weren't a question it was an order. He gave a nod over the music before slipping behind the door behind the bar and coming out into the main area to see the other, not yet picking up on the other wanting him free use right now.

"What can I say, you kept making this adorable impatient face, was curious just how long you'd last before you broke." A quick wink offered at the other's words, before practically feeling the way the other's head spun with the kiss. More than happy with how the other was reacting to all of this, the hand not holding the other's face dropping ot help get his jeans undone, opening them enough to show tight black fabric.

"Well, now you know." Tommy teased, he'd very much broken at this point. In all honesty there was no might about letting the other fuck him, here or at the other's place. If Leon wanted it he knew he'd be bent over something in a heartbeat.

Honestly, it was probably one of the better parts of Leon's day too. There was a reason he made it a point tos wing by the cafe when he knew that Tommy was going to be working. He'd have stopped at any point the other felt like he wasn't returning hsi advances beyond what was just a polite exchange, but still. Hearing the other's answer had him grinning before he could help himself. Considering how cute the other was, how could he not be happy to hear it.

Of course, still didn't prepare him fro the other to just go for it like that. Excitement bubbling up as the other opened the side gate, qucikly slipping in behind the other while making sure not to garner too much attention. He wasn't slow by any means, but hte fct Tommy had already settled down on to his knees by the time he got inside had the grinr eturning.

Tommy was eager, he wasn't that well suited to being teased - he was impatient at the best of times. He and Leon had been dancing around this for weeks now and a switch had flicked in his head and he thought it was worth the risk. Plus, what better way to find out if the guy was just a flirt or wanted this too.

"You have no fucking idea how eager I am - been teasing me for weeks," He looked up, and having not been expecting the kiss, moaned hotly into it. The other gripping him like that too had his head spinning. "Fuck dude," Tommy started working on the other's trousers, unbuttoning them quickly as he leaned in to kiss him again.

"Good, would hate to think that I was getting boring o you. At least like to think my face makes your day a little better." Leon had never seen a reason not to flirt with Tommy. The other man had always seemed pretty receptive to it, and it definitely made his trips to the cafe a lot more interesting.

"Oh it really does - its such a good fucking face." He had to admit that his daily flirtation with Leon did make his day better and knowing how much the flirtation had ramped up only made things more fun.

He'd joked a few times about giving the other head, or letting them fuck him but something about today made Tommy melt. He watched the other's hand move and those words just made Tommy grumble to himself. Fuck it. What was the worst that could happen? He gets fired?

"Should I be worried I'm getting predictable?" There's no real concern in Leon's voice as he makes his way up to the counter, soon shifting to lean on it himself. The space already dwindling between them as he tipped his head to the side. "Oh, absolutely flirt with you again. The cofffee's good, but the guy serving it is definitely better."

"Mm, not yet." Tommy teased as he placed the drink cup down on the counter. He loved that the other was this open in his flirtation, and that he got that close to Tommy so quickly and easily.

The man stood up then and moved around his desk, sitting on the edge of it. As he did so, a book fell over the edge and on to his chair. "Oh damn." He turned and leaned over, his thick ass perked right up in Caleb's face, so fat that it threatened to rip right through the seams of his expensive suit. The lawyer grabbed the book from the chair and put it back on the desk. He then turned back around with a smile and sat against the edge of the desk. "Now I gotta be honest with you, this feels like a pretty slam dunk kind of case." He nodded. "But have you considered how you're going to pay for your legal team?" He asked, raising a brow.

"I like to come prepared for this kinda stuff - can't turn my brain off when something's pissed me off, and this fucker has for sure pissed me off." Gale laughed, relaxing a little now he'd heard the other supporting his case.

His eyes very quickly found the man's ass when he bent low for the book, a soft "fuck," escaping his lips as he saw the way those trousers really didn't hide anything about that fat ass. Gale quickly recovered, meeting the man's eyes with a smile - trying to look as if he hadn't been oggling his ass barely a second before. He had to adjust himself, trying as casual as he could to adjust his bulge which had started to quickly thicken after that sight. The tight trousers doing little to not show the now growing outline of his pretty thick cock.

"Oh - I mean, I thought there would be like ... grants or something for this kinda thing ..." he paused, already looking a little defeated. He was a barman in a pretty shitty bar downtime after all, he didn't make enough to go supporting some legal case.

Chad grinned with a light laugh, trying to play it off like he was joking even though there was no way in hell that he actually was.

The jock continued his closing duties, cleaning up the dishes and the counters as he looked over at the man from time to time.

"Well, if there is some girl waiting back home for me, she's gonna be disappointed when I don't show." He laughed. "Girls haven't done it for me in a long time, sweet cheeks." He grinned up at him momentarily as he began to sweep up the floor behind the bar.

"Mm, don't fucking tempt me, handsome. Its been a while since a guy got me bent over anything." Back when he was Chad's age a guy only had to look at him twice to get him bent over something.

Hearing that girls weren't the others thing was interesting, perhaps that more than anything yet peaked his interest - maybe the flirting wasn't just a tactic to get him to stick around and buy more drinks.

Hunter put the nearly full beer back down on the bar and watched the other idly sweeping the floor for a minute or so. In his head he decided fuck it - what was the worst that could happen? He stood up and licked his lips before walking the couple of steps up to the pool table.

"Yeah, mom's out." Colton nodded the assurance. "Go ahead lay down on the massage table, face down." He offered a soft smile as he approached the table with Alex. He waited for a moment for Alex to settle, admiring his pert butt. They never worried about a modesty towel. It's nothing Colton hasn't ever seen before.

The younger never got embarrassed about his body, or being nude around the other. To him, it was perfectly normal to be in this state of undress around him. Alex offered his father a smile as he watched him warming the oil between his hands.

He'd assumed his Mom was out, perhaps this wouldn't have started if she weren't. Alex slid over and carefully pulled himself up onto the massage table, face first. His smooth ass on show. He adjusted himself a little to get more comfortable.

He sucked at his clit briefly, groaning again. Fuck, Noah really did taste so good. He dove in with his tongue, licking deep inside of his little brother. He peered up at Noah through his lashes, wanted to watch how his face twisted with pleasure as he fucked him with his tongue. He was achingly hard in his own jeans at this point, but he didn't care. His focus was wholly on Noah, eager to bring him to the edge and over it.

He kept one hand tight on his brother's hips, the other dragged up Noah's body to squeeze at his pec before pinching at his nipple. All he wanted to do was make Noah feel good.

Perhaps Noah was biased, but no-one ate him out like Ronnie did. Though, sometimes, he felt a good part of that was also he only seemed to totally relax during sex when with Ronnie. No-one made him feel more comfortable about his body than Ronnie.

His fingers gripped tightly in Ronnie's short hair when the man began sucking his clit. By now his eyes were closed, face directed up at the ceiling as he moaned and cooed out Ronnie's name. His other hand now running through his own curly hair with a smile on his lips.

"I'm just gonna hit this…." He reached under the bar and hit a button which automatically locked the front door and shut off the outdoor lights. They'd be able to get out, but no one would be able to come in. "There we go. We're closed." He laughed. "But I'm happy to give my favorite customer another drink."

He was wearing a tight black t-shirt with black pants. His clothes did a great job of accentuating his muscular jock body as he made his way over to the fridge and grabbed another bottle for Hunter. Turning back, Chad smiled, handing it over to him. "There you go, handsome." He smiled casually before getting back to what he was doing.

Hunter watched the other for a moment with some interest, he'd never met a barman who hadn't been practically pushing him out the door as soon as it hit time to close. He'd like to think it was something to do with the flirting he'd been doing with the other for far too long tonight.

He heard the click of the doors locking, "Almost now sounds like you're locking me in here to be your little play-thing," Hunter teased, nodding at the idea of one final drink. He took the drink with another mumble of thanks, giving the other a wink too when called handsome.

"Handsome now is it? Just when I thought the flirting wasn't hitting right." Hunter smiled, leaning back as he took the first long swig of the beer and appreciated just how good the man looked in that uniform.

For Finn the flirting had just been fun. For sure he liked the other and he'd had more than his fair share of jerk-off sessions thinking about him. Did he actually think the man would ever take his flirting seriously? No - not really until today.

Finn watched the man from his corner of the kitchen, an amused expression on his face as he watched, wondering what was going on in the man's head. He shrugged at the question, "Well, yeah - your room, mine - the garage, bathroom ... wherever and whenever you need something tight on your dick."