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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.”.

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.

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.

“Hosty boy~ you have a client!” The woman known as Madame Joice called out. She looked into the nice room, tossing him a bottle of lube. “He’s a big one.” /brothel au?

/ oh gosh i can try for sure here we go i hope im doing this right

Host barely was able to catch the bottle, rolling his eyes slightly as he held it. If he didn’t know Madame Joice, he wouldn’t have been able to catch the damn bottle in the first place.

“Any special requests?”, he asked in return, turning to face her from where he was sitting on the bed. He was still in some lingerie, and a light robe.

She gave him a bright smile, helping him out of his shirt gently. Her fingers traced over his skin, lightly touching the little lines and freckles that were scattered across. She got to his belt, starting to carefully work it out of the loops, her lips moving to his neck. “You’re a beautiful man, Host…” (apologies if I get carried away, I love Hostess Cake so much ;&;) -🍁

Host blushed softly at her words, letting her undress him. He had quite a few scars littered across his body, mostly over his arms though. He decided not to say anything and instead gently opened her bra and pull it off of her, hands moving over her back and back to her chest.

He hummed softly, calloused fingers feeling over her soft skin.

She shook her head, framing his face with her hands. “It’s the least I can do. And I want to take care of you, since you’re taking care of me.” Her lips found his once more, hands sliding down his chest and lightly pushing his coat from his shoulders, letting her fingers wander. -🍁

Host kissed her back, slow and gentle, moving his hands up to slide her shirt up. Gently pulling it over her head once they parted from each other again.
“The Host appreciates it.”, he said softly. Moving his hands to her back, fingers gentle as he felt for her bra.