Tag: anon

Beautiful… “Whatever you desire to do. Nothing you do could look bad.” His ears tinted red and he silently thanked the gods the other couldn’t really see him.

Host hummed lightly. “I will if you tell me what you want to do exactly.”, he replied with a light smirk. He didn’t actually mind not knowing what really the other had in mind -sure he knew what things he wanted to do, but what did he invision?- since he liked surprises, just being used, though if he had the opportunity, why not?

“Not at all! Your eyes are beautiful!” He could see the bit of golden threads, swallowing. “I know this wasn’t in the requests, and I’ll pay extra, but will you dance?”

Host smiled at the compliment. It was one of the things he had always liked about himself, and pretty much everyone else did too. Eyes such a light brown they looked golden.

“Depends on what kind of dance you want.”, Host replied, lightly kicking his legs, making his robe fall off a little more and show off his smooth legs.
“I’m not a very good dancer of any sort though.”.

He opened the door, looking at the other with surprise. He was even more beautiful in real life than his photos. “Hello. My name is Thomas. Yours?” Quickly crossing the room he sat on the small chair, trying to hide his boner.

“Host.”, Host replied and chuckled softly, listening to what the other was doing. He didn’t seem to follow him with his gaze, but instead opted to just look in front of himself once he heard the door close.

“I’m pretty much blind, if you didn’t know. I hope you don’t mind.”, he hummed, smiling lightly. He could only really make out some light and shadows, which was a reason why he kept his room well-lit.

Thomas nodded, already semi hard from just looking at the sample photos he had been given. “Thank you. Room 4, right?” When she nodded he gave her a smile, heading down the hall. He almost walked right into the room but decided to knock instead.

Host hummed lightly as he waited, facing the door when he heard the knocking. Seemed like he got someone more on the polite side, which was nice.
“Come in.”, he called. He sat on the edge of the bed again, leaning back on his hands. Still wearing his robe, though it partially revealed the black and gold lingerie he wore. It was his favorite pair, actually.

“Sweet. You go on and get ready. I’m gonna have him sign the forms.” She left the room, closing the door behind her as she headed downstairs. The brothel owner put a smile on her face and she looked at him. The man had signed as Thomas Faril. He was tall, about 6’2 with obvious signs he worked out. His dark brown hair dipped just below his ears and he had green eyes. “Sign here, here, and here!”

Host hummed lightly, watching her leave. He didn’t really suppose he needed to prepare any more than he already was, though he did stand up and put different things out ready for use. The vibrators, as requested, condoms and the lube he had been given, some other miscellaneous toys which he thought his client might want to use. 

He plopped down onto the bed again, only having added a collar to what he was wearing. He did like them a lot, and this one was more of an accessoire than something to be used. With his thin and small frame, his 5′6 made him look almost fragile and delicate.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

@googleoliver

Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

She nodded, writing a small note. “Oh! One last thing. He wants to ‘breed’ you- he’ll use a condom for that but it’s all for a roleplay. This would include bondage. You cool with this?” She would do this with all of her workers before a client came in- their safety was her first priority, unlike many other brothels.

“Sounds interesting. Sure.”, Host hummed and nodded. He was pretty open to try anything, as long as it didn’t leave him with bad, big scars.
He really was curious though, as to what this person had in mind to do, and how it’d play out.

She hummed, pulling out a list. “If you agree, rimming, no condom- don’t worry, we checked- he’s clean, and edging. Vibrators too. Any no’s?” She stood against the wall, looking back at her worker.

“No coming inside.”, Host replied. He was usually fine if it was requested, and didn’t care if a condom was involved, but if left open, he preferred to rather be covered instead of filled.

“Other than that, no nos.”. He was a much preferred sub, though not minding too much about topping.