forum Private rp with @Shuri_a_sick_boi

Started October 29, 2019 by Deleted user

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He got off the stage and sat in front of you. "Well? We gonna fuck here or you takin' me home?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow sassily.

'Let's find somewhere more private, where any creeps can't hear you scream, hm?" Damon mused, smiling.
(Is Ash top or bottom or switch?)

(EXTREME bratty Dom) He smiled. "We've got rooms here." He nodded off towards the back of the club.

"Whatever floats your boat." Damon swept him off his feet without warning, carrying him out of the main room.

He blushed and grinned. "I like this." He smiled,waving to some regulars. "Sorry fellaaas! Maybe next time!" His arms were wrapped around your neck.

Damon carried him off to the back rooms, without hesitation, dropping him gently on the lounge chair of the room.

He posed all sexily, looking at you with a smile. "I like this a lot."

"Yeah?" Damon replied, walking closer, he grabbed the cat-guy's chin with his thumb and index finger. "What's your name baby?" He asked.
(Yo should we take this to the PM's?)

"Ashton. What's your name hot stuff?" He asked, kicking his legs back and forth.

-after they fuck, the end up snuggling, and Ashton is being depressed, for those catching up-

(Prolly nobody.)
"Ash, y'know what?" He asked, tracing Ash's collarbone lightly with a finger.

(JUST in case)

"What?" He asks, sharply, rudely. He gives you a cross glare, but enjoyed the light and tender touch.

"I think we should do this again sometime."

"Ya make this sound like a date honey. You've barely payed full price. Ya make it sound like you love me or something. I got news for you, nobody loves me. Don't think you can." He rolled his eyes, and blew smoke out of the corner of his mouth.

"Not a date, no. And there's a first for everything." He booped Ash's nose.

He glared at you. "Fuck off. I don't do dates. Or love." He shook his head. "Im worthless. And that's okay."

"No you aren't, dumbass." Damon said, seriously, staring into his eyes

"Oh? What proof do you have? Do you know me? No. I'm just pretty face to be traded around till I get old and kicked out, where I'll waste away on booze till my liver gives out and I die in an alleyway. It's fate. What else am I supposed to be? It's what my talents and life has led me to."

"Oh? What proof do you have? Do you know me? No. I'm just pretty face to be traded around till I get old and kicked out, where I'll waste away on booze till my liver gives out and I die in an alleyway. It's fate. What else am I supposed to be? It's what my talents and life has led me to."

" i used to think the same thing." Damon said, solemnly, petting him.

"I know so, Damon." He nuzzled into your pets instinctively.

"Whatever floats your boat babe." He responded, sweeping Ash off his feet

"I am NOT your babe." He curls up in your arms, glowering, before getting down, and stomping on your foot. Or attempting to, anyways. "Now fuck off and learn that I don't need anybody and I for sure don't need some boyfriend dragging me down. Make me quit my job, fuck that." He rolled his eyes. "Your lucky you're pretty."

Damon didn't even attempt to give that response a moment of his time, instead slipping a ten into Ash's garter

He smiled a bit. "Always come back sugar. It'd do ya some good." He purrs,back to his lustful nature at work.