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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 12:04 am
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Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ “Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."
It was probably a good thing he didn't let the male blow him back in his office. If this was how the photographer normally gave head, he definitely didn't want to risk loosing face in front of his employees. His office kept out a lot of noise, but it wasn't soundproof. He kept his eyes closed as the other took his c**k further into his mouth, struggling to stay as quiet. Taking a calming breath, he peaked down at the male, impressed by his determination to get him off. He used a few breathing techniques he'd learned through the years to keep somewhat calm, but was finding it rather hard while watching the male bob his head between his legs. His moaning and the vibrations racing through him were no help either. Looking away, he groaned. His voice so low he wasn't even sure the male could hear him over his own noise. Without even thinking about it, he reached out to grip the back of the males' head, holding him in place as he sucked him off. Twitching again, he felt beads of pre-c** slowly, steadily dripping from his tip.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 1:40 am
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 3:19 am
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 6:45 am
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 12:38 am
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Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ “Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."
Samuel said nothing as the other went to plop on the couch. He continued to lean back on his stool, sipping on the remains of his water and smoking what he told himself would be the last cigarette for the night. Being the chain smoker that he was, he doubted even his own thoughts, but refused to argue with himself about the matter. If they killed him, at least he died with his favorite brand. Soon finishing off the bottle of water, he forced himself up from the stool. He went about putting back the pool sticks and chalk that had somehow found itself on the floor. When he was done, he grabbed both their shirts that still laid out as well, tossing the photographer his shirt which landed softly on the armrest by his feet. He tossed his own shirt over his shoulder and walked towards the male, looking down at him as he leaned against the back of the couch. " I'm gonna go head upstairs for a quick shower. Feel free to use anything in the house. The house is pretty big so try not to get lost."
Smiling down at the male, he moved away from the couch and made the second floor. Up the basement stairs, he moved through the large house to the stairs in the main hallway. From there he went up to the second landing, heading for the room the end of the left wing. His bedroom was about as luxurious as the rest of his home with large ceiling to floor windows, a California king sized four post bed, and dark wooden floors. Stripping, he dumped his clothes in the hamper outside the adjoining bathroom door and went into his equally large bathroom. Samuel pulled a fluffy white towel and clean washcloth from the closet, setting the towel on the small counter by the sink. Samuel stepped towards the glass shower, turning on the water and stepping under the waterfall. Closing the door behind himself, he closed his eyes and pushed his hair back as he let the water wash over him.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 1:32 pm
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Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ “Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."
Honestly Samuel hadn't been teasing when he advised the male not to get lost. He could still remember when his parents first gave him the house how long it took him to memorize the layout. It was too big for one person, but still a gift he refused to return. And also a gift he knew his parents wouldn't allow him to return, something about it becoming a family summer home when he had a wife and children of his own. Little did they know that was never going to happen. He didn't swing that way nor was he the type to be interested in children. If they were worried about the family name being passed on, he had two brothers who just thought it a thrill a minute in attempts to impregnate their own significant other.
He took his time in the shower, not worried about the photographer downstairs. For he cared he could join him if it so pleased him. Either way, Samuel went about washing his hair and body, along with simply calming down. He had no plans of admitting just how much he enjoyed kissing the other, nor how good he actually head. When Micha they last spoke in his office, he figured the photographer was bad if he was telling him he'd never know just how good he was. Apparently there was some truth there after all. Smiling like a fool, Samuel allowed his mind to wander as he bathed. Amused how easily the shower turned everyone into a philosopher. He finished up some twenty minutes later squeaky clean and a bit more clean shaven. Turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, he stood before the mirror dripping wet as he wrapped the towel around his waist and took a comb from the top counter drawer. He quickly combed through his shaggy hair, not even bothering with a blow dryer as he normally would. When he was done, Samuel made for his bedroom and walked into the small closet. The lights came to life as he moved inside, no flip of the switch or clap of his hands required. He walked past the row of suits and crisp work shirts. He swore if he got anymore suits he could open his own suit company. Down towards the end of his closet were casual clothes, and unlike his business attire, there was more chaos than control. Everything was just in one place, all sorts of shirts - both long sleeved and short - were hung together and the pants and shorts were just folded into a bottom drawer. Without giving it much thought, he pulled on a pair of gray cotton pants and a navy blue t-shirt. Since Micha would be staying the night he went ahead and grabbed a pair of black pants and a white shirt for the photographer to sleep in. It was likely to be too big on him, but it would be more comfortable to sleep in something that was both clean and soft.
Padding out of the closet, the lights dimmed as he left it. He dropped his wet towel into the hamper and left his room with the clothes in hand in search of the male. Not even sure if he had gotten up while he was gone, Samuel first headed into the basement. He looked around the basement, not seeing the photographer in sight. He then moved around his house, curious where he might have gotten to. When he still couldn't find him, he decided it best to pull out his phone and text the male. "Where are you?" he text, hitting send and going back upstairs to look around some more.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 2:30 pm
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Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ “Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."
Samuel didn't bother over thinking the question of figuring out their current relationship status. There were too many possibilities label wise and he didn't really care to add one when it was still early on. Sure they kissed and give a couple things, but he did that with plenty of people without adding on any claims to that person. For now, he liked just going with the flow and being known as "Mr.Barman" and "Mr.Photographer". It was simpler that way and didn't come with the pressure of the do's and don'ts of a relationship. As he went through the second flood, he soon felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as he received a text back. He didn't know why, but he half expected Micha to send him back some sort of picture as punishment for only giving him a picture to go by to find his house. It seemed fair. A picture for a picture to find the other person. But instead, Micha gave him a direct answer. Sighing softly, he turned on his heel and headed back downstairs.
Going through the living room and kitchen, he stepped outside, shivering at the cool night air. Looking around, he moved toward the outdoor furniture, just barely seeing the male stretched out on the couch in the dim light. "You're gonna freeze out here." he said, setting the spare clothes on top of the males' stomach. "Couldn't pick a warmer place to hide?" Samuel moved around the furniture, plopping down in a cold plush chair. He drew up a leg, slouching back against the seat. He didn't plan on spending much time out here, but he also knew he would be a rude host if he didn't at least attempt to stay out there with the male for a couple of minutes.
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