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[ continuations = seasons = nsfw ]

[ linked from the continuations masterpost, this is where threads for various events or anything else will go! this post is specifically for anything that is or might become NSFW, so the starters themselves may be NSFW. SFW continuations are here! ]

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[Yuri is only shorter than him by a couple of inches, at least. Rosen is quite tall at slightly above average 6'2. While the purple-haired menace is a tad short, he still knows how to be a proper menace. Rosen stares down at Yuri in mild surprise. He knows that look, young man. That's the look of a starving man searching for something appetizing for his carnivorous palate.

That look alone is enough to make Rosen gulp. He knows where this is going and while he might look a bit surprised, he's quite amenable about it.]

Ah, really now? [He questions with a hesitant chuckle.] And how do you mean to show your appreciation for all my hard work?

[He has a vague idea as of how this might go but he's eager to see what Yuri will do.]

[ Up, up, against the wall, and Yuri's hands settle flat on either side of Rosen's hips. His eyes are dark, the expression in them lazily predatory. Like... a jaguar, say. ]

Hmm, well.

[ One hand leaving the wall; slipping between them, up under Rosen's vest, to find the top button of his pants and pop it. ]

I think that depends. Good boys get to choose, after all.

[A playful smirk draws onto his lips as he stares down Yuri. It seems the choice is his to make as to how he’ll be rewarded for his services. This humors Rosen to no end, especially since Yuri seems so eager to please him. He gently combs his fingers through Yuri’s dark locks, his nails slightly scraping against his scalp.]

Is that right? [He questions while still carding through his long luxurious hair.] If the choice is up to me, then how about you sure your “appreciation” beyond just words alone.

[His gaze lingers upon Yuri’s lips for a time as he feels his arousal start to swell.]

Suck me off and maybe I’ll forgive you for making me roleplay a “butler” today.

[ The softest snort, his eyes dark. Ordinarily, Yuri would be all for having the tables turned on him, but right now? Not so much.

The zipper dragging down, slow and deliberate, is very audible in this brief silence.

Husky: ]

It's so cute that you're pretending 'words alone' was ever on the table.

[ Hand inside Rosen's pants, cupping him. Squeezing, ever so gently, because not everyone's into pain. ]

This isn't about forgiveness. [ Stroooke. ] It's about gratitude. [ Purred: ] You've been so good for me today, Roz. I just wanna give you what you've earned.

[ Sliding. Down. Onto his knees, but his stare — dark and intent on Rosen's face — never falters. The smirk on his face never falters. ]

There are a couple rules, though. [ Because he thinks you'll like having rules. Call him crazy. ] No hair-pulling. No fucking my throat. In fact: I'd really like it if you could keep yourself still. I bet you can. A big, strong man like you...

[It’s kind of hard to think when all the blood is rushing south. Rosen can barely think of anything to say now that Yuri has him within his clutches. While the two of them fooled around before, this marks the first time Rosen ever seen this side of him. Yuri is the type who typically goes with the flow. So it’s a little surprising to see Yuri take the lead here but it’s not unwelcomed judging from his evident approval.]

Good for you? [He lets out a breathless chuckle once he feels those slim fingers cupping his balls.] I guess you could say that.

I gave you my word, didn’t I?

[Rosen wasn’t kidding when he promised to be on his best behavior. The last thing he wanted was for this charity event to go up in smoke after Yuri and the others worked so hard to create it.]

If I had known this is what you had in mind for a reward, I would’ve tried twice as hard.

[He can’t seem to look away from Yuri once the young man sinks down to his knees. It’s a bewitching sight to behold, one that Rosen wants to commit to memory.]

Contrary to popular belief, I can follow instructions.

[He states with a playful wink despite the light blush creeping across his cheeks.]

Flatter.

[ Sweetly, in response to would've tried twice as hard. But he likes hearing all of that, and he especially likes the heat that's all but radiating off Rosen's body right now. Leaning in, the hand that isn't already occupied finding the wall just off the older man's hip, Yuri gives him one more firm stroke from root to tip. Wets his lips lingeringly. One more very deliberate, ]

Good boy.

[ And then he's just going down, soft lips sheathing his teeth, smooth and steady and taking absolutely every inch of Rosen's cock into his mouth. The tip of his tongue traces the dark vein on the underside, flickers once, and Yuri relaxes his throat.

All the way down without any gagging.

(Some of this is practice.) (Some of it's the fact that he kind of likes being choked.) ]

[Rosen always did burn a little hotter than others. He’s a passionate guy who’s quick to anger but even faster to forgive sometimes. However, Yuri doesn’t have to worry about any of that. No, all he needs to worry about is the meaty erection giving him the one-eyed salute. Rosen is relatively average for a guy his height and build, maybe a little more but not by much. It’s evident that the curtains really do match the drapes judging from that light patch of white down there.

That is if Yuri even notices.

It seems Rosen can scratch off “praise kink” from his long list of things he likes. Something about being called a “good boy” really resonates with him. Enough to make his dick twitch a little. A twitch that Yuri undoubtedly felt as he goes down on him. Rosen has to bite his tongue to stop the moan that nearly escaped. They need to be quiet! There’s only a wooden door and some thin as paper walls separating them from the rest of the café.

He covers his mouth with one hand and clings to the sides of the chair with the other. His fingers are just itching to dive into Yuri’s luxurious dark locks but he doesn’t trust himself to do that. He’s playing by Yuri’s rules here. He can’t thrust up and he can’t yank him down.]

Dammit, Yuri...! [He manages to whisper in between his teeth.] Give me a little more warning next time.

[ Hey, dicks come in all shapes and sizes; it's less what it looks like and more how it feels in his mouth and how the person attached to it reacts when he bobs his head, lips pursed, suction already sweet.

And right now, he's getting everything he could possibly want there, so the look in his eyes when he lifts them to Roz's face is all wicked satisfaction.

Sorry, you wanted what now? Warning? Drawing back just enough that it might almost seem like he's going to let Rosen's cock slip completely from his mouth, but instead he swishes his tongue along the underside again and whirls it lingeringly around his tip. ]

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