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For Tommy

[garrrr]

The whole prospect of the club had been tossed about casually but it'd been something that had really appealed to Gar. He likes the idea of people seeing Tommy fuck him, of seeing all of that. His penchant for doing whatever Tommy wanted and it turned him on when Tommy got bossy in their sex life -- well, it all added up for this place.

So, they'd done research and prepared and made sure that when they planned it that Gar wouldn't be in heat. It was a precaution that might have been unnecessary but they both felt better taking it.

Gar felt nervous as they got ready. He knew there were plenty of men and women that would have their eyes on them and he didn't know what all Tommy would decide to do either. Gar'd insisted that Tommy keep some of it a secret. They had a safe word, a safe signal and Gar would be able to stop it at any time.

Gar was in a skimpy outfit that barely covered anything. It considered of what were basically green booty shorts and a strapped -- to call it a shirt would be an exaggeration that only really covered his nipples and hooked over his shoulders connecting. Inside the shorts there was no underwear just a simple chastity cage that he was fairly certain wouldn't stay locked the entire time. But there was excitement running through him.

He was already slick with anticipation before they even got started and the scent of him was probably more than strong enough for anyone in the vicinity to pick up.

[doubled_speed]

Damn the idea of even letting his Omega go out like that is so fucking maddening. But he loves how all of this looks too. The shorts that cover almost nothing, the chastity cage he personally locked his lover into before those shorts had gone on. Hell, he didn't even need that top, right? Fuck, could he just fuck this guy again? A lot?

"Could just eat you right here," Tommy sighs as he grabs the covering coat and drapes it around Gar's shoulders. Tommy himself had gone all simple. Just some tight, torn up jeans, and a muscle shit. He didn't need a lot. He didn't intend to be in ANY of it when they got there. "But damn, imagine how they're going to look at you. Look at us."

[garrrr]

Gar smirks at the other's comment and lets the other drape the coat around his shoulders and he chews his lip a little. It's hard to stay still and he just wants to jump on Tommy who despite simple dress looked hot as hell. He does press close to the other despite the fact that they really should be going.

"Don't tease me about it anymore. I'm definitely impatient enough," Gar said and it hadn't been Tommy's orders or anything but he purposefully had chosen not to get off for a bit leading up to this event. He'd read enough to get the idea that could make it all the more intense and he wanted this to be as intense and memorable as possible.

[doubled_speed]

"Did you forget? We're taking the subway."

So yeah, impatient was something they had to live with. Tommy didn't want to give away who they were by running there, after all.

For Jibril

[unbreakable_king]

It hadn't been easy to win enough to Jibril's confidence to convince the man to come to Arnes with them. Had taken even more to get the gentleman to take Rhy's assistance by giving him an apartment. Still more for him to convince the man to be in a relationship with him. And yet there was Rhy, enjoying that relationship, a lot. He hadn't been exclusive with a man in years, and he had become quite fond of his gentleman lover.

And there were enough times that he'd come over here that he'd had his own key. When he came he always did so with dinner from the castle or from some high end restaurant. The night before it had been Malaysian, and they had eaten their fill before retiring for the night, curled together between the sheets of Jibril's bed.

Except Rhy had more than a bit of an issue with getting to sleep. Now, more than an hour after coming to bed, he was still awake, listening to the slow breathing of his lover in the bed next to him. His warm body was lovely, and causing the same sort of heated desires he felt when their flirting got a bit... intense.

This might not be the best decision, but he doesn't much care. Jibril would forgive him. He hoped. For now he smirks and squirmed under the blankets to get to a point where he could get where he wanted. Which, in this case, was in position to start slowly nuzzling against Jibril's cock. This much might not even wake him. Wouldn't that be lovely?

[allahuakbar]

Jibril still finds himself unsure in all of this most days. He doesn't know what he'd done to deserve this with the prince. But in Arnes he didn't have to worry bout factions finding him and using him for their own ends anymore. He also didn't have to worry about being hungry or any other number of things.

He wonders if this is what his mother had meant when she said God had greater plans for him -- somehow he thought not. Eventually, he would have to figure out what he was meant to do.

Still, he's happy and Rhy is the main cause of that. With the other by his side he had slept peacefully, falling asleep easily. Most of the time when Rhy is there he didn't have nightmares, the few times he had he's pretty sure he'd managed to keep from waking the other .

He's sleepingly peacefully and deep now as the other nuzzles against his cock. It draws a quiet sound from Jibril, nondescript and slight shifting but for the moment -- he doesn't wake.

[unbreakable_king]

Oh lovely, he can take this slow. Rhy smirks and lets a hot breath out, right over Jibril's cock. Not hard yet? How sad. So he leans in and offers a light lick at the flesh of his dick. Come on, dear, get hard for him. Let him tease and suck, just for a little bit.

[allahuakbar]

Jibril shifts at the hot breath, the teasing of the other's tongue on the sensitive flesh. It's enough to shift the direction of his dreams, for him to start to get hard.

For Tommy

[garrrr]

It's a thing that had been talked about on and off. The idea of waking up to a blowjob or sex and what not. But the fantasy had always been harder to put into reality than it was to just dream about. Tommy isn't the deepest sleeper and Gar isn't the lightest touch so Tommy always woke up far too soon for Gar to get anywhere.

But tonight, they'd fallen asleep naked and Gar woke up a few hours later but Tommy was still asleep. It's one of those nights where he wants to try again. He can feel Tommy pressed against him where they'd fallen asleep curled up together. He uses that position to subtly create friction on the other's dick, aiming to get him hard first before doing anything else.

[doubled_speed]

Fatigue was definitely a thing he had to deal with. A lot. Tonight had been particularly tiring, and there he is, deeply asleep. He never had thought about any of this coming up tonight. There had just been evening blowjobs and he'd been content with that before passing out.

That doesn't mean that his body can't handle it. That the bit of friction doesn't drive his body into gear. His brain turns to dirty dreams as his cock starts hardening.

[garrrr]

Gar is almost surprised that Tommy doesn’t wake up but he’s pleased with the fact. He starts to shift, turning so that he can easily wrap his fingers around the others length. He strokes him, pressing close. He presses light kisses to the others collarbone and he wonders just how far he can go before Tommy would wake up.

[doubled_speed]

Dude, when he sleeps he sleeps pretty deeply. At least... he does with Gar. It's the absolute faith he has in his lover. So yeah, he's hardening in Gar and moaning lightly because he's definitely getting racy dreams now. Dreams of fucking into Gar's mouth, so his hips roll forward a bit.]

For Blake

[the_informant]

There are proper ways to start an evening such as one that Blake has been invited over for. For one thing, Butch makes sure that he makes a nice, light dinner for them first. There is nothing worse than being tied up all night and being hungry, after all, but an overly full belly isn't good either. He creates a very light pasta primavera and serves it in fancy restaurant quanta, making sure that it's enough to sate, but not enough to stuff. And then there's the wine, carefully selected to be a good partner for flavor, but not strong enough to truly fuddle up the senses.

After dinner it's the couch, to watch something together, but really to let him start teasing and working up the night's dessert with light touches. Fingers brush fleetingly over Blake's collar when stretching an arm around his shoulder. Fingers going for the remote make sure to trail over thighs on the way to it. Lips that could be focused forward toward the screen lean in to tease and whisper in Blake's ear. Because half of the fun of the night's plan, the plan they both know is going to be played out, is the build up. It's the tease, the slow and deliberate and meant to drive Blake to the point where he asks for it. Anything else wouldn't be enough. One had to take charge and control to give it up, even in the very unreal relinquishing that was a sub-dom relationship. Power was always in his lover's hands, that was where it belonged. And until Blake asked, Butch Flowers wasn't going to give.

[efficaciousness]

The dinner had been a treat. It's exactly the sort of thing Blake likes and it's practical for the plan they had tonight which he appreciates even more. Blake is meticulous about details and he can appreciate when Butch puts a fine point on some. And as they settled to watch something or other it's almost as if they were normal. Each touch is deliberate, Blake knows, even as it seems incidental. He knows it's all an elaborate dance, a seduction of sorts and he knows what the other is waiting for but it takes a bit to reach the point.

The breaking point came at another whisper against his ear, a shuddered breath finally leaving him. Sometimes giving over control is more verbose and sometimes, like this time he starts with a single word.

"Please."

Whatever they were watching is completely lost on him and had been and all that had been there is the other's touch, his mouth.

[the_informant]

The word earns the briefest flicker of a smile, and Butch uncoils himself from the couch, rising with that deliberate consideration that is more common to cats and dancers than men. Once he's standing he offers his hand out to Blake, the look in his dark eyes saying that the man shouldn't deny him this. And once they were hand in hand he guided the man, slowly, from the living room and off down the hall toward the bedroom. Then further on, past Butch's bedroom door where he would normally have Blake stay when he visited for less intense evenings. Down the hall to the room that was so very rarely used, and always used so well.

He pauses with his hand on the knob and raises an eyebrow.

"You're certain?"

Because once they're past that door, certain rules come into play. The things Blake can't do, like touch without permission. The things he must do, like what he must call Butch. The things they will both want, which is obedience. And the overpowering authority of the words Blake holds and hopefully holds back. The keywords to make Butch let off for a bit, stop entirely, or move on to far more intimate contact that the first course.

[efficaciousness]

Blake always loves the way that the other moves. There's something unique and it's much smoother than Blake's typical frenetic mannerisms. He could never pull it off the way that Butch does and it's always alluring to him. He had swallowed as he took the other's hand, a glance toward the bedroom and an exhale as they pass it and get to the door of the other room. He takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly before meeting the other's eyes.

"I'm certain," his hand squeezes the hand still in his own briefly. He trusts the other and it may or may not have been the best or the worst decision of his life but what he gets out of it is something he'd never known he'd needed until he'd started discovering it with Butch. He knows what's expected on the other side of the door, knows that even as he submits to it all that he can still control it but he prefers when he doesn't have to use the words, when it feels like he doesn't need to.

Sometimes he likes when he's pushed to needing them or thinking that he might, though. In truth, there's someone in every part of it that's good.

For Whoever

[skyward_eyes]

It is what it is, and what it is happens to be beautiful. An evening that he had not intended when they'd agreed to meet up today. There had been other plans, but then there had been an upset bottle of juice. The sort that stained. The sort that stained Nida's lovely new shirt. And from there...

Well, they both knew it wasn't an intentional slight to Nida's fashion. They both knew as they stared at the mess, Nida sitting there, internally lamenting the cost to replace the clothes and get his carpet steam cleaned, that nothing malicious had been involved here. They both also knew, without a question, where it was going to go from that moment.

Nida stood, slowly. Very slowly. His fingers moved to the buttons at his wrists and popped them open. Then to his shirt to start popping the buttons holding it closed as well.

"Pants," he ordered. His lover would know exactly what was coming now. What 'punishment' he had earned.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang could be clumsy at times. Sometimes he was clumsy on purpose but only if there's something to gain and there's nothing to gain by ruining Nida's shirt or getting his carpet dirty. In the moment after it happens, Huaisang had tried to figure a way to clean it all up but it was a little beyond anything he had on him.

Of course, he'd offer to replace and pay for cleaning for anything. His family is well off and it had been his fault... but before he could get the offer out it's tabled for later as his eyes move to the way the other opens the buttons at the wrists and Huaisang felt a tendril of adrenaline moving through him. It's far from the first time, the first time it'd started off playful, and quickly it'd become clear they both liked it. They didn't typically plan for it to happen and Huaisang liked that, liked it being a reaction to something unplanned.

His eyes followed the movements of fingers, beautiful fingers and hands and he's on his feet to open the fastenings of his pants, pushing them off and kicking them to the side.

"I'm sorry, Nida," he finally does offer out loud.

[skyward_eyes]

"You're not sorry yet," Nida counters as he pulls the stained shirt off and tosses it aside. And he makes a show of finding his pants to be damp. They aren't, but he'll want the excuse to have them off. The things will be too confining soon.

Once he's down to only his boxer briefs the man pulls over a dry chair and sits in it. Sits and makes sure there is a knee for the other man to be bent over.

"But you will be."

For Huaisang

[equivocations]

The first place that Lan Xichen visits after leaving seclusion is the Unclean Realm. A diplomatic visit, for all intents and purposes, re-familiarizing himself with inter-Sect politics and re-establishing relations with Sect leaders. And it's true, of course, it's what he needs to do after being withdrawn from the world, but wasn't the reason that he started with the Nie Sect.

Huaisang was. If he's honest, Huaisang played a significant part in why he'd ended his seclusion earlier than intended. He doesn't know if Huaisang even wants to see him beyond what is required as Sect Leaders, but he has to try. Huaisang has been alone all these years with his plans, Lan Xichen is not willing to let him be alone now.

Despite that, there was still a part of him that expected Huaisang to turn him away. When he did not - when he did not want Lan Xichen's apologies, when he did not even seem to blame him the way that Lan Xichen has blamed himself - something in him cracks, a little more.

He has nothing to offer Huaisang, then. Nothing but a promise that he knows he shouldn't make, for fear it will become an empty one, but he makes it anyway. Huaisang will not be alone, not this time, and he pulls Huaisang in for a hug.

It's hardly the first time - physical contact has always seemed to come easier, with Huaisang - but there is something about the moment that feels different, feels charged. Perhaps because it is one of the first times that Lan Xichen has felt much of anything, since Jin Guangyao's betrayal and death hollowed him out, perhaps because it is his first time out of Gusu since that night, perhaps because Huaisang seems to be the only other person besides Lam Xichen for whom everything isn't fine, neatly wrapped up and buried along with the temple. Perhaps just because it is Huaisang.

Whatever the reason, there is a moment where they separate enough that Lan Xichen can look at him, but instead of pulling away more - he leans in to kiss him.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang didn't blame Xichen and he didn't want any of his apologies. Huaisang feels deeply that he was the one who failed Xichen who deserved all the blame but Lan Xichen doesn't hold that to him. And he lets him make that promise because he wants to believe it, he wants to trust it. He wants to be able to truly believe in someone other than himself again. He feels raw as he's pulled into that hug, letting himself stop trying to be the strong sect leader and to just be a person. A person that needs to be held.

They've hugged before but this feels different. It is different, although, at first Huaisang doesn't understand why -- maybe he would figure it out later but he held onto Lan Xichen and when they started to part neither of them seems to pull away. His eyes hold the other's gaze, they hold it until the other's leaning in. There's a moment where he doesn't understand, not that he doesn't understand kissing but Xichen kissing him is another matter. His hands come to the other's chest but in a split second they slide up to his shoulders instead of pushing him away, allowing their lips to meet.

It's almost as if something is starting to light up and Huaisang presses in close again, daring to press harder into the kiss, making it firmer.

[equivocations]

He almost expects to be pushed away, when he feels Huaisang's hands on his chest, but they've slid up to his shoulders before he can decide to pull back. Another crack in his composure, another moment where he thought he might be shut out and was instead allowed closer.

Instead Huaisang presses in more, and Xichen can feel his heart pounding faster in his chest. One hand trails up Huaisang's back to curl around the back of his neck, and the other tangles in the fabric of Huaisang's robes, holding him close. His touch is gentle, careful, but he shifts a little and the kiss becomes just the opposite, teeth grazing lightly over Huaisang's lower lip in his intensity.

For Huaisang

[equivocations]

He's got Huaisang tied up and bent over a wooden bench, legs spread wide to leave him open and exposed. It's hardly the first time he's had him in a similar position - but this time they have an audience. This time, they're at one of the BDSM clubs they've gone to, this time Huaisang is on display in the middle of the stage. It's for charity, of course, the price to see such a show - and perhaps the price to participate later.

There's a strange, conflicting thrill running through him - he's possessive enough that other people seeing Huaisang like this is getting his hackles up a little, but at the same time, he finds himself enjoying showing him off. They might get a taste, but Huaisang belongs to Lan Xichen. How pretty he looks like this, the reactions pulled from him, the way he moves and sounds - all of it is only for Lan Xichen.

He finishes setting up a small array of sex toys on the table next to him, selecting a pair of vibrating nipple clamps. Before putting them on, though, he can't resist reaching under his chest to play with them himself. His touch is gentle, a soft tease, fingertips brushing at the little nubs over and over again.

"You'll be good for me tonight, A-Sang, won't you?"

[eternalgrief]

The excitement that Huaisang had at the decision to do this had been palpable in the time leading up to it. And now they're in the club and he's bound, displayed and knows that people are paying for this, willing to pay to participate in the show. It's intoxicating and that he can sense that Xichen is not only turned on by it as well but that it still makes him jealous. Huaisang is pleased with that, that the other would show him off like that despite it, that he trusts Huaisang.

Huaisang shifts a little in his bonds, though, he can't move all that much but enough that he could adjust for comfort to some degree. As warm fingers slip over his chest, fingertips at the sensitive nubs, growing tighter at the rubbing he arches a little, lifting up on his toes.

"I'll be good. I promise," Huaisaing breathes, biting down on his lip after. He knew it wouldn't be easy but Xichen has trained him well and Huaisang is always desperate to make him proud and to meet his challenges.

[equivocations]

"That's my good boy," he murmurs, leaning down even more to kiss him, long and lingering. There's a quick pinch to each nipple before he goes back to stroking and rolling, making sure to give equal care to both of them.

"No matter what any of them do to you, you are not allowed to come until it is me touching you again." Huaisang already knows the rules, of course, but he says it loud enough that it's part of the show, that everyone knows what training they will be testing. There's a pause, then he adds, "No matter what they do, no one else will be allowed to kiss you."

It is both petty and ridiculous, he is aware, but he doesn't care. Huaisang is his, and he has no desire to see anyone else kiss him.

He does, however, have plenty of desire to see them try to break him - and more than enough trust in Huaisang to know that none of them will be able to. He kisses him one more time, murmurs a quick "I love you," quiet enough that it's only for the two of them.

Then he closes one clamp over each nipple, stepping back to make sure the crowd has a good view as he uses the remote to switch them on the lowest level. He strokes over Huaisang's ass, delivering a single sharp smack before he turns to address the crowd.

"Shall we start the bidding, for the first one to try their luck?" he asks, sliding one finger into his entrance to demonstrate how well he takes it.