Having just finished his own shift, Jon slips into some more comfortable clothes - leather pants and a tight white shirt - before he sits down at one of the tables, ordering a coke while he waits for Sean to come and join him
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Sean found the club easily enough and gave his name at the door. Walking inside he was impressed at the look of the place. It was nothing like the BDSM clubs he'd been to in London when he was younger. The bar area had a very subtle look and feel, not at all sleazy and furtive like the London clubs of his youth.
He spotted Jon sitting at a table and walked over with a grin. "There y'are, mate." He pulled a cloth gift bag from behind his back and set it on the table. "Happy Birthday, a bit late, but better than never, aye?"
ooc-The bag contains a bottle of twenty-year-old Talasker scotch.
With Sean at Lucidjon_r_meyersOctober 17 2007, 11:15:20 UTC
"Thank you!" Jon beams and looks into the bag, getting out a bottle of good Scotch.
"Sean, I... wow. Thank you!" He's not sure whether or not he should do it, but he moves over and gives him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Join me at the table, tell me what you'd like to drink and then... well... I can show you the rest of this club later."
Re: With Sean at Lucidmore_than_actorOctober 25 2007, 04:03:11 UTC
Sean blushes slightly at Jon's enthusiastic thanks, holding the hug for maybe a half a beat longer than a friend or acquaintance would. "This place wouldn't 'appen to 'ave Guinness now would it." He asks with a teasing wink.
Easier said than done. Jon cries out with every stroke of Sean's hand, the pleasure and pain mixing, conspiring against the command not to come until Sean allows him to. "Fuck..." he manages to gasp, panting hard.
"Looks like y' could use a bit of help holding out there, boy." Sean reaches out with his other hand and grabs Jon's balls, squeezing firmly as he continues wanking the younger man.
As Sean grabs his balls, Jon all but screams. Thankful for the help, not wanting to fail with holding out as Sean wanks him. "Thank you, Sir," he gasps through the pain.
The sweat pouring off Jon gives his skin an attractive glow and the pain and pleasure twisting his features is intoxicating. Sean wasn't lying when he said the lad was beautiful and knowing he's the cause of the lad's pain makes it all even more enticing as he wanks him roughly. Leaning in to give him a kiss that is tender and gentle in contrast to the rough handling of his body, Sean feels the familiar sensation of being, for the moment, totally in love with his sub.
Pulling back from the kiss, his eyes glitter with a cruel love as he smiles evilly. "I've a mind to pull you down from there and fuck you bloody, boy. What do you say to that?" He knew he wouldn't be that rough with the lad, being only a borrowed submissive, but damned if the boy were his he'd fuck him until he shit blood for a day or two and thought of his master with each step. There was an extremely cruel streak in Sean that he rarely let out to play, but he had a feeling Jon would be tough enough to take it all.
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He spotted Jon sitting at a table and walked over with a grin. "There y'are, mate." He pulled a cloth gift bag from behind his back and set it on the table. "Happy Birthday, a bit late, but better than never, aye?"
ooc-The bag contains a bottle of twenty-year-old Talasker scotch.
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"Sean, I... wow. Thank you!" He's not sure whether or not he should do it, but he moves over and gives him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Join me at the table, tell me what you'd like to drink and then... well... I can show you the rest of this club later."
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"Just out of curiosity... have you ever been to a place like this?"
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Pulling back from the kiss, his eyes glitter with a cruel love as he smiles evilly. "I've a mind to pull you down from there and fuck you bloody, boy. What do you say to that?" He knew he wouldn't be that rough with the lad, being only a borrowed submissive, but damned if the boy were his he'd fuck him until he shit blood for a day or two and thought of his master with each step. There was an extremely cruel streak in Sean that he rarely let out to play, but he had a feeling Jon would be tough enough to take it all.
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