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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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"