That boy is a m o n s t e r ★
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HOLLAND NOVAK
Holland Novak on Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:01 am
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- o o c )) LOL Yeah. But we won't go that far and hurt their virgin eyes. Peeping toms. D8<
He could already feel his skin, the small veins breaking under the skin and causing that hideous bruise he always found on his models... How disgusted he was with it, but in reality.. he had never actually received a hickey... But actually were the one to give it. And as hypercritical as it sounded, it felt damn good. His scarves would hide them for sure, so that actually wasn't a problem in the future. Listening to the younger, eager male, Holland purred. He tilted his chin upwards and pried those luscious lips from his neck to return the same brutal mark on his neck; using his tongue to lather the sensitive area before prying his own lips away-- All left but a trail of saliva. It'd been far too long since he ravished someone like that, devouring and throwing himself practically onto him. It was just pure, human instinct. However, the hand that was dangerously low and hovering over his obvious erection only caused him to smirk all the more. "I would like that... Don't mind me... I''ll just help myself..." he whispered, tilting his own head up to allow the male to do as he pleased. His own hands rose, lifting up the newly worn shirt until it revealed that beautiful chest of his again; toned and all. What were clothes, anyways? They just hid everything good underneath... Tossing off the shirt within seconds, his hands rose against to touch and feel his way around, looking and aiming for a certain sensitive point, something that would set off Alex. Something he could use against him in dominance, because he was for sure not going to be taken by someone younger than him. Not for the first time, at least.
Sighs and inaudible pants were escaping his lips, filling the dangerously quiet room as they continued in such a manner. Holland never let anyone touch him like this, so early in the relationship. Relationship? Well they were Acquaintances. Designer and model, maybe even more than just acquaintances after this session, maybe just sexual release partners. Oh he'd need that a lot. Maybe he wouldn't be such a pain in the ass to deal with. Maybe. Grabbing the male's face suddenly, he pulled him to his lips where he could continue to relieve the sexual tension he had bottled inside him, tongue delicately graving his bottom lip and sliding past them without any permission at all. Hell, like he even needed any. He was the superior one in charge, was he not? So hot and deep in the moment, he could feel the saliva trickle as he massaged and ravished the other's tongue; what felt so good only to stop completely as he heard the door burst open.
Fuck.
Opening his eyes, but not at all bothering to pull away, they shifted; to the blond women that stood with an expression of awe; she had stopped in mid sentence of 'wondering where Alex was'. At that moment, it didn't matter anymore. How close he was to this man, Alex. How daringly close his hands were to his length, or the saliva that were messily spread along each of their lips. Carefully, he pushed the young male down on the other side of the couch as he stood up and fixed himself; putting back on his belt. "Again, really?" He growled, this time much more upset than before when she barged in. "How stupid can you really be?! And the sad part is, that you're not even a natural blond! I can't even blame your roots! What the hell did I say about privacy? About bargin' in? Fuckin' women are all the same!" He continued, his voice hoarse and loud. Quite upset with the situation. But then again, who wouldn't be? "Just leave already! You don't have the job! Try a fuckin' 'gain! And get OUT! Sicka' seein' your face constantly in one day... Fuck," He growled, notice that the female stood there confoundedly. For a moment of silence, he slowly walked towards he and grabbed her wrist, tugging her outside the door as he pushed her along roughly into the elevator; The one sending her down to the main lobby. But Holland didn't return to his dressing room, just stood at the closed elevator, leaning until his head rested on the cold metal. Maybe her barging in was a good thing. He hadn't completely lost all self dignity to anyone that just came by offering him sex.
o o c )) I Hope that wasn't too much smutt in the second last paragraph... """"orz
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Alex Sorel
Abel on Mon Dec 06, 2010 12:53 pm
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- [ ooc: Lmao virgin eyes. Oh, they haven't seen the worst of it... ]
The model's breathing was slightly erratic; the soft pants and small sounds the two shared between each other turning him on to no end. Holland definitely wouldn't be the only one in need of release. A small sound escaped his parted lips as the other gave him a hickey in return; Holland's lips felt hot and wet against his neck, and that was only his neck. He could only imagine them somewhere else... Alex's own mouth parted from the mans ear when his shirt was taken off and thrown to the side; if his mind wasn't completely focused on sex, he would have wondered if the cranky designer minded his precious designs all over the dirty floor. He smiled, letting the designer roam his hands down the perfect curves of his body. Across his chest, down his subtly-toned abs, his lower abdomen...
He groaned, his hips jerking forward at the contact. Their erections brushed together as Alex's head was grabbed and pulled into a kiss. He usually avoided kisses; they were hot, steamy and felt absolutely amazing, but he felt they were something that only people in romantic relationships did. The male quickly forgot about those thoughts when Hollands tongue invaded his mouth, his tongue quickly joining with the others before battling for dominance. Small moans were muffled in his mouth, and his breathing turned heavy as he quickly ran out of air. That was quickly fixed when the sound of a door bursting open filled the room, and he was pushed back.
"A-Alex?!" The top model had returned yet again (how did she get on this floor?), her mouth agape. Alex stared wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights; though he usually didn't care about what people say, it was still startling to have someone suddenly come bursting in. He visibly relaxed when Holland got up, enraged, and pushed the girl back out the door for hopefully the last time. When the door slammed shut again, he exhaled a breath that he didn't realize he was holding in. The silver-haired male ran a hand through his disheveled hair, looking up at Holland. Things usually got awkward when they stopped halfway. For him, there was usually that silent question floating around in the air around them: Should they stop? Should they continue? It was hard to ignore the bulge in his pants that he was sure wouldn't go away as long as Holland was in the room.
"Sorry 'bout that," Alex apologized as he averted his eyes to the side, "Maybe I shouldn't have done that. If that was one of your co-workers instead of Cynthia, you could've gotten into a heap of shit..." His eyes slowly wandered across the room and back to the other, waiting to see what the other would do.
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HOLLAND NOVAK
Holland Novak on Mon Dec 06, 2010 10:12 pm
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- o o c )) I'd write much worse if I could, ohoh. As in, taking care of Alex, ohoho.
It was quiet. For much longer than he had actually expected it to be, but that was because he was busy racking his brain out for something to say; something so awkward for someone to have walked in onto. He was right, any sort of progressed relationships that designer and model weren't exactly allowed in such a place. There'd been rumors of it already happening; Models and designers having their way in the most skeptical places; bathroom, change room, offices, lobbies... Ahh, and he always thought they were just a bunch of horny sluts that didn't have the right state of mind to keep personal relationships and work seperated. Well, if you even consider quick fucks a personal relationship... But wasn't he about to actually do that himself with this younger male? It just seemed so wrong after the devious thoughts he'd been planning out; on what he was planning to do with the much younger male... Must bee at least five or six years younger. But what did that stop him, anyways?
Slowly turning around, he leaned his back against the door; in which was closed and actually locked this time. Well, not like it actually mattered now... "It's fine." He quickly brushed off. Holland pushed himself off the door and walked back around the couch; picking up the red shirt he'd actually tossed across the room. It wasn't like him to be so careless with his designs, but when you're caught up in such a moment with a gorgeous catch, who could care less about clothes? He shook out the res shirt, examining it further to see if he'd ruined such a successful design, finally handing it back to Alex after he approved of his own careful examinging. Maybe he should ignore the obvious quesions that still lingered, thickly, too. He could almost feel it. Stop or continue? Well, he made it clear that if he continued that his job could possibly be at risk... That's something he couldn't afford to gamble off so easily. However, it did take him quite the time to return the piercing looks the younger male was giving him the entire time. He knew he was looking for some sort of answer as to what they should do now. For now, he just returned the shirt to him and sat down on the couch beside the other. "We should get to work," He stated awkwardly. "Well actually... I should." There wasn't actually any sort of jobs a model could do, unless they were being called in for fitting... But what was there to fit for the other man? Was he just finding excuses to keep him hanging around?
Reaching into his pocket, Holland pulled out the small card with his contact information; cell phone and pager-- All that fun stuff. He handed it to Alex before he quickly rose. "You can uh, Go now if you want. There really isn't anything else you can do around here, anyways." As cold as it sounded, he tried everything he could not to make himself so sincear... But he was apologetic to the other man. It was partially his fault, too. It'd only be another six hours until he could leave, return to the small condo he called a home. Or maybe just spend another night in his office as he worked up various designs when he was far too distracted to do them at home. Well gee, it was obvious he'd have to stay another night at the office... He was bound to be distracted of invaded thoughts about the young model.
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Alex Sorel
Abel on Mon Dec 13, 2010 11:52 pm
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- Alex coughed into his hand, the atmosphere in the room was a little awkward. Probably more so for him than Holland; it was his friend that just walked in on them, after all. The friend that he had stolen this job from. He sighed and stood up, walking over to meet up with the other. He took the shirt from his hands, and then took a look at the card he was given. He smiled, glad he didn't even have to ask for a number this time. He knew it was just for professional purposes, but of couse his mind went straight past that.
The silverette held out the shirt infront of him, after pocketing the information card. He looked it over, wondering if he should actually put it on or not. With something else on his mind, and painfully tight pants, he tossed the shirt back onto the couch and smirked up at Holland. "I don't think I can go home right now... not in this condition..." Alex pressed himself up against the taller male and thrust his hips a little forward, indicating his condition. He gently rested his hands o Hollands shoulders, "so, I was hoping you could help me get rid of it really quickly."
Alex leaned up and gave the other a light kiss on the lips. The hands that previously rested on Hollands shoulders slid down his arms and onto his hips. "If you don't mind." He captured the others lips again, nibbling teasingly on his lower lip before deepning the kiss with his tongue.
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Re: That boy is a m o n s t e r ★
Holland Novak on Tue Dec 14, 2010 10:19 am
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- o o c )) kay idc what other people think. they shouldn't be eavesdropping anyways. And if they have a problem, they can suck my dick, kay LOL <3
He was only inches from the door, just reaching out when he felt that slender body press against his own. He took in the moment, his hand still reached out and locked around the silver knob as he listened to the male's 'condition'. He just didn't want to give up, did he? Well then again, ignoring such an unpleasant condition just results in more of a painful condition than before. With a flick of his wrist, Holland locked the door and leaned back, his hands slowly raising to grope the other male's firm rear with a small but content sigh. "You're so persistent," He commented between the locked lips. "I actually hate persistent people, have you know..." The designer grinned, allowing that slick tongue to invade his mouth again. Well, okay. Maybe this one time it wouldn't hurt to get carried away by a man he hardly even knows... But again, what harm would it do, anyways? Now that the door was locked, they'd have a better reaction time for if anyone had any intentions on trying to barge in on them.
The hands still clasped around his rear reached around until they were quick at work at tugging and removing the buttons that held in the male's tight 'condition'. Once those tight fitting pants were loosed, Hollands hand slipped past the person defense of the male's boxers; squeezing the surprisingly hard length. Only surprising at just how turned on the male was by their heated kisses and light touches... Oh, but he hasn't even started on him just yet; so much to do within the hour; and by the looks of the male, things could go by disappointingly fast, or he could tease the hell out of the kid. Holland's lips slid from the male's mouth, circulating around the evident adam's apple on his throat. He kissed and suckled the thin layer of skin, leaving a fresh mark that would be much less hard to cover up; which excited him for some reason... Excited him that maybe people would ask who he'd gotten the love bites from. Would he dare say his name? would he brag about him to people who asked or his personal friends?
Pushing the thoughts aside, he used his other hand to lift the male up momentarily, nearly tossing him down on the couch as he quickly followed after to settle his hand back where it was; clasped tightly around the hard length. He stroked the shaft, thumb running over the slit teasingly as he took notice of the male's movements; how he reacted and the noises he made to the simple experimental touches.
Holland Novak- Posts: 19
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Location: In somebody's pants. Probably Jay's. -
Alex Sorel
Abel on Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:52 am
I've got you [ Under my ] S K I N ♪
- Sometimes Alex wondered about himself. He knew he was hot- it was what landed him a job as a model, after all. Having an attitude helped as well. Though, sometimes he would wonder about his personality, and not his looks. Like, was he too forward, or too flirtatious? Was he not smart enough, or not humble enough? Would the qualities he lacked turn people off? Though, as the male gasped and sighed; as he was groped, marked, and kissed deeply, the thoughts seemed to fly away. Even though it could just be his charms and looks that pulled many men in, deep inside he still felt relieved every time someone would go past second base with him, because maybe they thought that he was a good person, rather than a good fuck. He wondered if his sexual habits were some weird form of self-reassurance.
"Nnn..." He let out an almost inaudible sound as the other took a hold of his length again, after the pair had migrated to the couch again. His hips bucked softly as the other ran his thumb along the slit of his length. The others experimentally slow touches were driving him crazy. Through half-lidded eyes, he stared up at the other with a slightly fierce glare. "If you don't hurry up, I swear I'll force you to take care of it another way." He was usually patient, but his patience wore thin when he was in need of release.
[ ooc: Rambling for the first paragraph. 8D ]
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HOLLAND NOVAK
Holland Novak on Wed Dec 15, 2010 2:46 pm
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- o o c )) Hurray for sex.
There was a light chuckle that escaped his lips, all too amused by the male's choice of words. He seemed much needier than he was... Well he was younger, most likely tempted at every man that was probably straight. The odds of a straight man giving into a gay one is slim to none... He was straight, wasn't? ...Maybe was? What the hell. Whatever, not like it actually mattered at this point; since his hands were down his pants. And he couldn't say he wasn't fairly hard from the experience, either. Listening to the small noises, pants and sighs that the other released, he finally leaned down and tugged the pants further off until his pelvis was fully exposed; the dark briefs indicting the far much more harder length through the thin cloth. "You've already forced me back," He commented, leaning in to lightly bite on the male's length through the cloth. His gaze returned the other's and his lips only curled into a further more of a smile. "I'm going to have my way with you for as slow as I possibly want... So you better get used to it, kid." Holland just smiled, fingertips sinking past the waistband of the male's briefs; teasingly and purposely tugging them off at a painfully slow pace. Just to piss him off, maybe even get him a little edgier.
It didn't take him that long to actually remove the cloth due to his own growing 'condition' he'd need to take care of later-- after he took care of Alex, of course. Fingers wrapped gently around the length, he focused on the most sensitive parts of the shaft; known from experience of his own, he tested the theories out. Carefully stroking and rubbing the length, he purred, eyes curiously gazing to take quick glimpses of the male's expressions; and how he reacted to each one. Everytime he had a positive jerk from the known ectacy he'd caused, he'd only continue working on the shaft; thumb rubbing in a circular motion to keep the male still interested. Though, without warning, Holland dipped down and sealed his lips around the tip of Alex's length. His tongue flicked and grazed the slit, the taste of bitter pre-cum staining his taste buds. He didn't seem to mind too much about the flavor, but he didn't favor it either. It was just a strange taste; and the texture was almost like a watered down sugar. Except it wasn't sweet in the least. Pushing the thoughts aside, his hand slid lower down the shaft to allow the length to proceed further into his mouth; teeth carefully grazing the sensitive skin to experiment on how far he could actually push the younger male; to what extents he was willing to go. This whole 'sucking cock' thing wasn't that bad, he seemed pretty good at it. The more pre-ooze that leaked from the slit on made it much more easier, and slick to slide his talentful tongue around the sensitive length; almost feeling it pulse from just how hard the male had been throbbing. This, for some reason just turned him on more, fighting back his own desperate erection from possibly taking the young male then and there-- No preparations.
Holland pulled back from the length with a light popping noise, purposely leaving the male's length as hard as could possibly be to... Tend to himself. He wasn't just going to sit there the entire time taking it; not in his dressing room and on his couch that is. His mouth reached Alex's, tangling and fighting back against the younger male's tongue as he positioned himself in a straddling position. Stupid tight pants, they always sucked when it came to hard ons'. But he never expected to get on at his job, being surrounded by idiot models and people in general that pissed him off. A small buck came from his hips, their pelvises pressed together and rubbing for the needed friction between their bodies. Sighs of his own came from his very lips, continuing that slow pace of bucking and rubbing; giving it a sort of illusion of taking the younger male.
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Alex Sorel
Abel on Wed Jan 05, 2011 2:23 pm
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- Hollands was good. Better than he expected, at least. Of course, since they were both guys, the older man must have known what felt good where. But god damn it. The man had his flustered, and bucking his hips with every well-placed touch, but he was going so god damn slowly. If he wasn't currently sucking him off, he would seriously sit up and punch the guy for making him go through this. Everyone else he had been with always did what he told them to (which was usually something along the lines of, "skip the fucking foreplay and let me fuck you already.")
"You're such a-aaah," A buck of the hips, "god damn bastard." He could feel himself leaking pre-cum already, and flushed in embarrassment. He swore he had more endurance than this; or maybe time just flew by quickly and he simply didn't notice. He brought a forearm up to slightly cover his cheeks; this wasn't a look suited for him. The feeling was amazing though- he'd never actually gotten a blow job before, since it would usually be him doing it, and he cursed himself for all those times he told those guys to 'skip the foreplay'. What the fuck was he thinking?
Alex let out a sigh and jerked his hips up; he was close. His hand over his face fell to the side to grip onto the cushions of the couch. He realized he wasn't doing anything at the moment, but what else was there to do? When Holland was done, he would just flip them over and fu-- He felt Holland pull his mouth away; the feeling of being engrossed by such a warm cavern just... suddenly vanishing. He looked down at the other, ready to set off on a rant, but he quickly found Hollands lips on his. He could slightly taste the odd taste of himself as their tongues locked and danced, but he could honestly care less at the moment. He groaned when the much needed friction between them started, and he started bucking his hips up to meet Hollands eagerly. His clothing was really pissing him off, so he quickly brought his hands up to discard them. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment to remove the others scarf, sweater, shirt (what the fuck was with all his clothing?), and finally his pants. Since the other was straddling him, he would have to get up to take them off, so he simply pulled them down the others hips slightly.
Alex then pulled Hollands head down by the neck and kissed him again, for some reason feeling like every second away from him was a waste of breath. He thrust his hips up harder, the friction way better now with the others stupid pants out of the way.
[ ooc: Is it just me or was that really crappy? ]
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Re: That boy is a m o n s t e r ★
Holland Novak on Tue Jan 11, 2011 11:57 pm
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- o o c )) THAT WAS GREAT, YO. But I more or less rambled after taking Alex, LOL. Oh well. D:
It was almost a surprise to him that the eager male began to rid each layer of clothing with quite the amount of speed. He simply watched, lightly chuckling as he wiggled his way out of his sweater and shirt; also lifting himself momentarily to tear off his tight pants and designer boots. When Holland lowered himself back to heavily grind against the exposed pelvise, a more contenful sigh escaped his lips. He was enjoying this... What reason should he be having doubts about his sexuality anyways right now? He was about to finally get a piece of pleasure; sex-- In what felt like ages, years possibly. A real stress reliever, too. Hmm, This could be more of a benefit. When he was pulled back in that intoxicating kiss, his hands rose to cup his cheeks; slowly sliding down his neck and chest until they reamined on his hips. He lifted his hips for a harsh buck; pulling back with a messy trace of saliva running past his lips. This wouldn't do; He could barely contain himself any longer. Tearing off his boxers, he threw them somewhere he'd probably have trouble finding later; taking a hold of his hips again. Preperation was a chore, maybe he could withstand the pain? Screw it; Like he cared for going slow any longer anyways.
Sweat beaded down his forehead, and even began to develope around his chest as he readied himself; position himself. just abover the other. A hallow chuckle emitted from Holland's lips and he leaned down to bite his lip, gently suckling it. With a harsh buck of his hips, he pressed pasy the younger male's tight ring with a low hiss. Tight, very tight... Much different from women, to be exact... Strange but so tight and engulfed in such a feeling he couldn't describe. Just wanted... more of it. Holland panted lightly as he had enough patients to give the other a moment to adjust before retracting, only to buck further in with his second thrust. Without preperation, there'd have to be a reason to go slow, sadly. A hand leaned down, lifting the younger male up by his neck as he connected hs lips with the other's; bitting and nipping in a much needed manner; as if he wasn't occupied enough. The hand slid down his chest , teasingly running over his firm pecks as they soon rested on his hips once more; lifting and thrusting at a much easier pace when he was slightly elevated. But there was that tinge of guilt. An perhaps the intentional feeling of possible rape if the younger male was screaming out in agony from his impulsive thinking. The tinge of guilt he had for possibly future plans of taking the young male whenever the fuck he wanted. This was more, something different and new to him, as if there wasn't enough of the feeling. Much different from the 'love' he had for his past female model. Stupid guilt, Why did he had to have a conscience.
"....You... Alright?" Holland asked. Damn it. That guilt really got to him. It was his dressing room. His clothes. His ass to fuck. Why should he feel guilty for taking possibly ass virginity from a young male with too much pride? Somehow Alex seemed to remind him a lot like himself when he was younger... Maybe that's why he was more than a little attracted to him; have more than a need to take him.
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Location: In somebody's pants. Probably Jay's. -
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