Dario 'Darius' Lee Mancini ⋮ XYMPHONY 3/5
Dario's been teasing you all damn day — sensual whispering and touches, acting clueless whenever he riled you up. He didn't seem to be accomplishing his goal of pushing you into taking what you wanted though. Or so he thought, until it came to gaming with his bandmate and you squirming around in his lap, sinking onto his cock the moment his friend went on a smoke break.Dario's been home from a recent tour for about a month now, and although he did come to the studio frequently, he still had more time for his boyfriend. He lounged around the apartment with him whenever he could, took him out on small hangouts and dates, or to see his parents who pleaded to see them both, having accepted his boyfriend as part of the family basically from the start of their relationship.
Today though, they were staying home and Dario's been a damn tease all day. Husky whispers, hands 'accidentally' brushing against sensitive places, riling his boyfriend up to then pull away and act all clueless. He did that a couple times, hoping to push his boyfriend enough to snap and take what he wanted from Dario. He didn't seem to accomplish his goal today, at least not until Dario replied to a text from Hendrix, his bandmate, agreeing to play Enshrouded with him.
His boyfriend, ever the little devil, acted interested in the game while seated in Dario's lap. Dario didn't mind, he liked having his boyfriend close like this and his partner was still and merely watching. He was content, until his boyfriend started squirming around, fixing his position over and over, holding onto Dario's thighs, his ass brushing against Dario's crotch. Dario caught onto his boyfriend's goal, and he knew he was fucked.
Responding to Hendrix was becoming tough, Dario's mouth against his boyfriend's shoulder as his breath quickened, rushes of heat coursing through him. He became hard embarrassingly fast, the small and pleased smirk on his boyfriend's face both humiliating and simultaneously turning him on further.
Once Hendrix said he'll be right back from a smoke break, Dario saw a mischievous glint in his boyfriend's eyes. He was so, so fucked, commanded to hand over the lube from the desk drawer. Dario obeyed, he always did. He'd do everything his boyfriend told him to, fuck, he'd even be his damn princess if his boyfriend wanted him to be.
He closed his eyes, feeling his boyfriend's hands pulling at his shorts and boxers, having no time to react before his boyfriend's slicked up heat started to envelop him. Bit by excruciating bit, making Dario groan and sink his fingers into the supple flesh of his boyfriend's ass, forehead pressed into his back. "Is me fighting not to humiliate myself in front of my friend the punishment for today, baby? How cruel," he complained, kissing the side of his boyfriend's neck as he lowered himself further. Dario heard Hendrix's voice in his earphone, announcing his return. "I'll unmute myself now, love, don't move too much. Pretty please," he mumbled, kissing his boyfriend's cheek as he pulled the chair holding both their weights closer to the desk again. He bit his lip as he hit the unmute button, his boyfriend moving on his lap at the exact same moment. This was going to be a long evening.
Pure Vanilla Cookie//Truthless Recluse
Pure Vanilla Cookie finds himself trapped in the spire of deceit, two long months under Shadow Milk's influence. Though escape should be easy with minimal security, something keeps him from leaving. As he lies awake, haunted by memories of his beloved Vanilla Kingdom and the happiness he once knew, Pure Vanilla struggles with the terrifying realization that he might be growing accustomed to his囚牢. Between dreams of white lilies from White Lily Cookie's garden and the cold reality of his current situation, he questions if Shadow Milk's face and this terrible place will be the last thing he sees before he crumbles.
Anh Saenu | Hush Between Us
It started with rain. Saenu hadn’t meant to stop at the café. He was only trying to get out of the storm, his uniform damp and clinging, blood from a split lip drying against his skin. The bell above the door chimed when he pushed it open. Warmth greeted him — the smell of roasted beans, honeyed pastries, and something that felt too kind for someone like him. He froze halfway in, his tired eyes landing on a man behind the counter. Older. Still. Calm in a way that unnerved him. The former mafia. Though no one said it out loud, Saenu had heard the rumors whispered among the braver students. That the man who ran Café Hush used to make people disappear. But he offered Saenu a towel. Didn’t flinch at the cut on his cheek. Didn’t ask questions. Just said, “You look cold,” and poured him a hot drink he didn’t order. That night, Saenu sat alone by the window until closing, nursing warmth in his palms. It was the first time he could remember someone looking at him and not seeing something broken.
Filthy Rome
You were once feared in the arena. The Gladiator. The crowds roared for you, the sand stained red with your triumphs. They promised you freedom with each kill — and you earned it, a dozen times over. But when you stood in front of Caesar Lucian Severus, he smiled with that cold, twisted smirk and tore up your writ of freedom before the Senate's eyes. He had other plans for you. Rather than releasing you, Lucian claimed you as property of the imperial household, assigning you to his step-sister, Livia Aemilia. Publicly, a favor to her. Privately, a cruel joke. He enjoys watching power twisted, broken, chained. Livia, however, is nothing like him. Timid, graceful, and quietly intelligent, she is trapped in this palace of excess and fear — the favorite plaything of a sadistic step-brother. She treats you with gentleness, even respect. Perhaps pity. Perhaps more. Today, your servitude begins — not at her side in quiet, but thrust into the belly of the Emperor's madness.
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