Yummy! Sex and Sugar! [Wanting: DANCERS]

You should join this sex-tastic yaoi RP!

I think I will. <3	60.5%	[ 52 ]
Ewies, yaoi. D;	9.3%	[ 8 ]
Maybe I will. . . . . maybe I wont'. . . >>;	30.2%	[ 26 ]
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[Rezlin Kaiser]

Țяϵρρϵ Άɾυȷɨ
"You should listen to me..."
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Once Treppe even realized that Ryo had noticed his crying, which wasn't very hidden in the first place, let alone that he cared at all... Treppe just couldn't take anymore. Inside, he had a strange feeling like he betrayed himself, and at the same time the love he wanted all to himself grew further and further away with each passing moment. His legs felt a bit weak, and he tried to support his own body, but he failed. He fell to the ground, and laid his body against the desk as a mixture of sobs and laughter followed each tear. Ryo... His attempts to cheer him up were so cute. Treppe could faintly remember the line Ryo said, which was from a movie one of his sabotaged boyfriends took him to, but Treppe couldn't hear anything at all over the shouting that his boyfriend directed towards him. He could hear those faint words "It's clear I'm not supposed to be with you! Every time I go out with you, bad things happen to me! We're over..."

The fact that everyone he cared about left so quickly... He just couldn't grasp why. Sure, he wasn't anyone important. It wasn't like he was the best boyfriend out there. But he did a hell of a lot to try to be. As much as he could, he tried to somewhat love Ryo enough where he would at least be considered... well, special to him. Of course he knew Ryo loved him. But what good is loving someone if that person wants to love absolutely everyone who could give him whatever he wanted from a boyfriend, let alone an ex. If Treppe was able to establish why he even waited for Ryo to be ready for, supposedly, commitment... Would the words be "I love him" or "I needed love?" It's pretty much out there that Treppe is easily jealous. But if you saw a person you'd sacrifice so much for in someone else's hands... You wouldn't be much of a saint either. But that person Treppe felt so strongly for had asked him "what's wrong?" just now. Whether Treppe thought he was ready to hear it... He didn't know, but he had to tell him the truth of how he felt.

"Ryo... You know... Every time I do this with you... A bit of pain grows inside of me. Because, I... I see myself as worthless to you. I can't help but comparing myself to all the ex girlfriends and ********, and ex boyfriends that you have... I know you aren't ready for a relationship, but... I am right now. And the longer I wait for you, the longer I sit watching everyone other than me get to... even... kiss the man I've been willing to give a lot for, let alone please him... That's the longer, the larger, and quicker my heart grows black towards you. I don't know whether I hate you more than I love you... Or whether it's the other way around... You don't realize it, maybe... But I probably loathe myself more than you... For falling for you, first... Then for just tolerating you doing these things... ********, I even... I even sleep around with you like you want.... And sure, I loved it the first hundred times maybe... But then I wanted to die the other thousands, or millions of times... My heart broke several times over... Sometimes I had felt even worst than this. A normal person can't keep killing themselves with their own heart like I could... Especially if it's for you... But you don't see the ******** difference between me, or that redhead that I still smell on you... Or that Daemon... Or any of those sluts you screw, or screwed... on the side. That's why... I..."

Once Treppe reached the end of what he had to say... He was reluctant to even finish. If you could imagine a spiked stone stuck in his throat, one that would hurt if her swallowed it, or kept it held back... You have about 1% of the idea of how painful it was to try and say it. More and more, that stupid heart of his tried forcing it out to save Treppe's life. Yes, it was that serious. Treppe would have fell into despair if his heart didn't have time to heal. Yes, he loved Ryo that much. But he just felt like to Ryo... He was nothing. All of his emotions came out of his heart except anger. If anger came out, he couldn't hold himself together. But... Look what happened. His hatred for himself... Pushed out those heavy words.

"I give up on you... I give up on our past... Just go find someone else to give their soul to you... please... If you can, just... Let me be..."

Not even when Treppe was breaking up on Ryo, or when he found Ryo cheating on him numerous times, not once in the history of their relationship together did Treppe ever let himself tell Ryo he gave up. At all. It broke Treppe down to even say that now, because he still wanted Ryo. He still wanted to love him. But his heart was one of the lucky few hearts around the world that protected the person who valued it. It was like, up to now... Treppe opened his heart to Ryo. But when Treppe suffered too much, and his heart was also being hurt... It shut Ryo off forcefully. Ryo was no longer allowed in Treppe's love life. That was it. It was over. The word over just echoed through his head repeatedly, in all his ex boyfriends' voices. But in Ryo's place, his own voice spoke the words. Treppe quickly put on his new clothes, as fast as he could to get away from Ryo right now. He was surprisingly able to put them all on correctly, but... He just cried loudly all of a sudden, and the tears flowed more fiercely than before.

He ran out of the office and tried to find a place to go cry in private, but he had to make it appear he was okay, right? So he tried his best to act like he was okay. He walked out into the main room of the building, and as he tried his best to pretend... He couldn't. He fell down to his knees and mourned for his past. He cried as loud as was possible for his body, even though he thought his will would hold the tears, the wails, everything back. But his cry just... Went throughout the shop. He couldn't control himself. He sobbed as many apologies as he could, most of which would have belonged to Ryo, but they just went throughout the whole shop. He tried to move somewhere else, but... His legs couldn't carry him. He tried to stand up, and walked two steps toward the door, but he fell on his hands and knees. He was... Completely and Utterly broken.

"I'm so...sorry! I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Forgive me!!!"

He tried to shield his face with his hands as shame filled him. The problem that caused the shame was he was... Crying. After sex. On his job. In front of everyone. And he was so loud, he didn't doubt everyone could hear him. He didn't even doubt that the crying would make the customers uncomfortable. But right now, he needed to release his pain in some way. It was okay if there were no hands to comfort him, or someone to talk to, or hold him and try to wipe the tears away. He just needed to let himself be truthful. He's put up a front this whole time that he was a strong hearted business man. That it was okay to come to him for advice. That you could come to him for help. But who'd advise the advisor? Who'd he come to for advice, or help?

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"Why get the milk for free when you can pay me for it?"
Jealous One Still Envious

[Lady Pelvic]

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...:Man, there is so much heat beneth these clothes:...

Ryo. . . . . Ryo really wasn't good in these kind of situations. When one of his partners was crying, not cause of physical pain but from something emotional, he really didn't know how to handle it. Ryo, didn't get attached easily to people he slept with. He didn't. He slept with Mana and he couldn't care less who he ******** next. And that was fine. Past girlfriends and boyfriends were no different. They could leave Ryo, and Ryo would be totally okay with that, because he had backups. He had backups for backups. Much like Dae with his computers, and files, he had ten million back ups. Ryo had ten million back up for sex partners. But then we have Dae and Treppe. For some strange reason, Ryo gotten attached to them. Honestly, Ryo didn't know why. Because like most of his sex partners he dated them for a while, cheated on them on the side of course, and ******** like rabits. As the usual procedure went, they found out about Ryo being super scandelous and they would either break it off, or just continue with it. Those who broke up with Ryo, STILL came back. Not for the relationship, but for the sex. Which, Ryo accepted with open arms. There was few who dated Ryo and DIDN'T return to him. To say the least, Treppe really wasn't any different from most of his sex partners. They dated. Treppe got cheated on. Still came back for sex. Yada yada. Same for Dae. Just Dae. . . . wasn't as emotional as Treppe.

Ryo watched his former parnter tremble to his knees, his back against the desk. Ryo prepared himself for Treppe's whining. If one was looking at it from an outside point of view, it was kind of funny. Treppe, a man taller then Ryo was bawling, like a baby. After hearing Treppe out, he sighed. This was all valuble blow job time, getting replaced with Treppe's constant bitching. First of all, Treppe was anything but worthless to Ryo. Ryo cared for Treppe, and Ryo told him that over and over and over again. However, Ryo's actions failed to match his words, thus making him unbelievble. Ryo just wasn't good at relationships. It wasn't his cup of tea. 'Course opposites attract. Man-whore and a hopeless romantic together. Ha! Though when Treppe or Dae was around, he tended to mingle with them more then any of the other employee's here. Now, if an employee started kissing up on him, it's not like he was going to say no! That, in Ryo's mind, meant they were interested in having a good time. Ryo rolled his eyes when he reached the, ' I hate myself more then I hate you ' deal. Typical girl move. Another reason why Ryo stayed away from the ladies. The more Ryo thought about it, Treppe was more woman then he was man. He was a little baby. Ryo's little baby. And what was Treppe talking about? No difference between Dae and all his other ******** buddies and ex's? There totally was! Ryo took Treppe on dates, like dinner- Oh wait, he actually took out one of his ex's for dinner, then they ********. Well, he took Treppe out to the movies - Oopsies, nope, he did that for his sex partners too. Ryo took Treppe to see a play- Oh wait, he did that last week for his exboyfriend. Yikes. Treppe. . . was right. There really wasn't any difference between him or any of Ryo's ******** buddies. Damn. Ryo, . . . never noticed.

I give up on you. What exactly did that mean?! I give up on our past. You can't give up on anyones past! Just go find someone else to give their soul to you. Ryo wasn't collecting souls! What was Treppe rambling about? Let me be. Ryo would NEVER let Treppe be. Treppe was his~ All his. Ryo rubbed his temples and proped himself out of the chair, stretching a bit. He mind wondering when the next time he was going to get blowed. The urge was coming back quickly. Maybe, since Treppe was broken down, it would be even easier to get him to give him one last suck. Well, not really last. He was confident he was going to get more from him in the future. His ex's always said nonsense like this. 'I'm never coming back for you! ', weeks later he gets a text from that ex wanting to hangout. Ryo was so used to people always crawling back to him. Maybe that's why he didn't seem overly possessive. That saying, if you love someone you'll let them go. If they love you, they'll return. 2/3's of his contacts on his phone loved him then. And plus some. No quite chacing Treppe. . . yet, he headed into his own office to put on some goddamn pants. He was freezing. Ryo slipped into his boxers, pants, socks and shoes before hearing a loud obnoxious cry. Treppe.

Shirtless, Ryo stepped out of his office, finding his darling Treppe sobbing like a two year old in the middle of the area. " How ********. ", he muttered. Great, now he had to bring out . . . The Sweetheart. Ryo was no cutesy man, but he could try to act concerned. No, he didn't even have to act. He truly was, concerned. ' Alright Ryo. . . you got this. For Treppe. ' he thought. He was trying to think of some yaoi he read, or some chick flick, and think back to the 'lovey dovey' parts of it. He asked himself, what would a romantic do? Hug ther lover from behind, whisper sweet nothings into their ear, kiss them softly, pulling them over to a place where just the two of them could talk. . . . . yeah no. Nevermind. Wasn't Ryo's style at all. Ryo couldn't ever portray a romantic without laughing at every corney line. Ryo casually walked to his little baby, nuding him with his foot. " Ey, get up, and quit making a scene, Treppe-baby. And quit apologizing to the whole damn bakery. " Ryo, really didn't pay no mind to the customers, or any of this other employee's. For all he cared, they could ******** off and die. Except Mana. Mana, he wanted to sex up again later. BAH! What a thoughtless person Ryo could be sometimes! Thinking about sexing up Mana, while he should be cheering up Treppe. Typical Ryo.

Seeing how Treppe wasn't buding, and continued to moan and groan, Ryo rolled his eyes, and squated down to meet eye to eye. Ryo took Treppe by the wrists, pulling his hands down from his eyes. " Babe, chill out, and look at me. Errr . . . . . . . . uh, listen, I'm not really good with these things. But uhh, There's nothing to forgive. I mean, ya know? But don't tell me you're giving up on me. Our past, none of that bullshit. You're one of the people who make me want to at least try to commit. Treppe-baby, you know I'm a ******** nutjob. I think with my d**k and act on it, what can I say? That's the way I roll. Ya know? Few people can know about my oral-crave'n ways and still love me. Oh yeah! That's another thing. Don't go ******** saying you're not sure if you love me or hate me more. What the ******** is that s**t about? You damn well better love me. And if you don't I'll make you love me. And don't say you hate yourself either. Ya know, you can't love others until you love yourself. " Oh God. That was just to corney for Ryo's liking. Can't love yourself until you can't love others? Ryo sounded like a damn guidance counsler. " Ugh, you hear me talk'n? I sound like a damn f*****t. Well, whatever. Just ******** cheer up alright? C'mon get up off the floor and lets go ******** or somthing. Alright? C'mon. Uppsy-Dasies~ " Ryo stood up, tugging on Treppe's wrist.

" Lets't go Trep~. "

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❝Stop t a l k i n g and b l o w me. ❞
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Your horny manager. - R.y.0

[Tasariel]

Matsuo I bruise easily...
So be gentle, when you handle me...Daichi
Kazuma I bruise easily...

Oh, don't mind the blood. I'll be your host for today!
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He felt kind of like he’d stopped breathing, there was something of a rushing sound in his head, and his pulse was pounding. Even as his muscles contracted, holding tighter to the man who directed those wonderful lips, he was pressing against the tiles with whatever leverage he could muster, pushing himself closer to the source of the pleasant feelings. It had been a long time since he’d even kissed another man, never mind one who was half as attractive as this, and Matsuo’s body was telling him all the things he’d like that kiss to turn into. He was certain it wasn’t going to happen though; Hiro was involved, for sure. That thought came with a bit of irony, but it didn’t stop the heat from rushing to his loins, and to the member between his legs. Only a small amount of panic entered his mind as his brain processed the fact that he had a hard-on, the majority of his nerves had simply stopped firing for any other purpose than enjoying himself, and the feeling of Hiro’s lips, and the warmth of his body. Hiro’s hand becoming tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck made him want to tug on the long blonde strands that surrounded him, but his fingers didn’t want to unclench, and he was sure that he’d fall if he went for it. He panted when they finally pulled apart, his lungs trying to make up for lost time. He felt a blush coming on as he realized that the tightening of his pants was somewhat noticeable, and he just hoped that Hiro wasn’t looking. That would just make the whole thing even more embarrassing. Now that the kiss was over, he tried to regain control over himself, and failed miserably. This place, and quite a few of the people in it, had made him unbearably horny, and it wasn’t fair that it just so happened that Hiro stumbled upon him in this state. He was very nice, and good-looking, and he sure did know how to kiss. Mat had especially liked it when Hiro had pulled his bottom lip between his own lips… Mat shook his head then, he shouldn’t be letting himself think about anything else that would make his situation more… Difficult.

Well, his situation below the belt got a lot easier when he saw the dark-haired man, in fact, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever lost a hard-on faster than when he realized that the man had been in the bathroom during their little kiss. And what made everything worse, was losing his cool, and embarrassing himself even further by smashing into the door. He wanted to disappear, wanted to shrink to a tiny little ant, and escape. But that wasn’t possible. He was a little insensible as he sat there, trying to get his breath back, and the next thing he knew, he opened his eyes again and there was HIro, a few inches away from his face. His breath caught again, and he was pretty sure his lungs were going to have something to say about all of this trouble he was causing them pretty soon. He weakly spat out words and unintelligible noises, as much as he could manage with empty lungs. ”I’m sorry…” The other man wiped his tears away, and he frowned a little. Which turned into an oh of surprise when Hiro pulled him into a hug. He closed his eyes tightly during the hug, feeling a little confined by the blonde’s arms, but not minding it at all, he felt warm and somewhat safe. He kind of liked that, but he wasn’t about to admit that to himself right now, especially since he knew it would have to end soon. When he felt the kisses start landing, first on his head, and then his face, and then his neck, he shuddered in pleasure. It wasn’t fair, what this man could do to him so easily today. It was only going to lead to more embarrassment, and he could feel his breathing speed up and his heartbeat quicken. He could hardly concentrate on the words coming out of that mouth… He was almost positive that Hiro could hear and feel his heartbeat, though he still held out a hope that he couldn’t, despite how close he was to his jugular vein. He was kissing his neck, those sweet lips, delicious pressure… Oh boy. The heat was back, blood rushing to his member and making his pants feel far too tight, though he knew they fit well when he put them on this morning. He felt Hiro’s words against his skin, and his brain fixated only on the fact that Hiro said he’d kissed him. Well he’d known that, he’d enjoyed it, and maybe Hiro had liked it too then…

He wasn’t sure what to say, so he stayed as silent as he could, biting his lip a little when Hiro kissed his cheeks. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ease his discomfort a little while covering it up a little. It was a futile effort though, and the tent in his pants was not to be completely concealed. He’d just have to hope that no one noticed, especially as his attention was drawn to Hideki coming over and offering him a lollipop. He smiled a little, it was a really cute offering, and it did make him feel better about it. Especially if they weren’t involved romantically, because that meant that kissing Hiro was all but guilt-free. The kiss that Hideki placed on his lips brought a low moan from deep in his chest. He leaned forward just a little bit, his eyelids fluttering a little as he started shivering with excitement. This man tasted like sugar, and Matsuo liked it a lot. He could see why Hiro had been kissing him so deeply in the kitchen, Mat had some vivid flashbacks as his tongue darted out to taste a little more. He blushed though, and pulled back quickly, his head smacking the door lightly. He bit his lip again, trying to hold himself back from doing any more than that. His nerves were on edge already, and having two delicious men kissing him in the span of a few minutes made heat pool in his stomach. He shifted again, and blushed a little, looking at the two men in front of him, like night and day, almost. He wondered what they looked like beneath their clothes, but that made his situation worse, and he cleared his throat a little, hoping to get out of this situation without doing anything drastic. Like latching onto one of them and kissing them until he couldn’t tell which way was up, or trying to get their pants off… ”Um… I um… Thank you… I’m okay…” He wasn’t sure what to do now. If he stayed there, they’d surely notice how interested in them he was… He was still leaning back against the door, so he used it to stabilize himself as he pushed against the tiles and stood up slowly. Then he realized that standing was a mistake, too, as it brought his straining pants almost to their eye level. He groaned in horror, and sank down, falling heavily on his butt and pulling his knees to his chest. ”Um… I’m sorry… Don’t mind me… I just… You’re both very attractive… Um…Yea…” He blushed even darker, and wondered hopefully if maybe that would pull some of the blood from his groin. But it didn’t, and he just sat there burying his head in his knees, as mortified as a human could possibly be.

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Anyone who can touch you
Can hurt you or heal you
Anyone who can reach you
Can love you or leave you

So be gentle...

[salsaplant]

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The side affects are sexual, are you down for a taste?

Mana had finished his flirting with the near minor, deciding that being ***** Bear approved wasn't one of the things he wanted to do today. Start his new job, check. Blow and ******** his boss, check. Become a *****, no thanks. He instead just went over the same routine of organizing bottles and glasses, making the occasional virgin fruit drink for a customer, nothing out of the ordinary and it seemed like it'd be forever until people deemed it alright to celebrate happy hour, and that's when the drinks would start to flow, the fun would begin, and boys would get naked. Aww yeah.

And just when the monotony of rearranging the bottles was starting to bother him, out burst Treppe and his waterworks. The redhead jumped in his skin at the loudness of the man's tears, half afraid that Treppe was dying or something what with the way he was crying. As black as his little heart was, even those tears plucked at his heart strings. This was the guy that had burst in with Daemon when Ryo and Mana had been going at it, and yet the same cocky and laid-back guy who pretty much gave his approval for the two to finish was now bawling his eyes out on the floor yelling how sorry he was. Sorry for what? Within the past hour or so Mana had been utterly confused by the things he had seen in this shoppe-- Really if it wasn't for the fact that it was the only job he could get and the hot men around here, he'd quit before something crazy happened to him. Good thing that those two circumstances were in effect.

Mana set the last few bottles back behind the counter, ready to go over and find out just what exactly this guy was so sorry for when out came the boss and a still ever present THE BOSS. Mana cocked his head to the side for a moment; really, that bulge was still there? He saw Ryo a little over an hour ago with it when he came in from outside, and somehow even after that long THE BOSS was still standing tall? Odd... But now wasn't the time to let his mind swim into the nearest gutter, as he stopped himself from going over to Treppe so that Ryo could try and handle him first. Whatever reason he was upset, it seemed to have something to do with the bluenette, and judging by what Ryo was saying whatever happened between the two of them was worthy of a soap opera, full of angst and tears and infidelities. Heh, Y!SS certainly would make for a good daytime drama. And being cut from the same cloth that Ryo was, Mana could easily tell that this whole 'comforting' bit was definitely not Ryo's style. Actually, it was more like he was the kind to be like, "Let me comfort you with my p***s" or like a certain horny American cartoon character-- "Aww, do you want me to drag my ballsack over your face?" "What? How is that supposed to make me feel better?" "I'm sorry Peter, that's what I offer my lady friends when I try to comfort them."* Yeah, that sounds something like what Ryo would do. But it was the thought that counted, right? And from the looks of it, it seemed that he was at least trying to calm Treppe down... Even though it didn't seem like it was working all that well. Guess Mana better step in then before Treppe became dehydrated from crying so much water out of his body.

Mana gave a small round of applause when Ryo finished his little speech. "And the Academy Award for best performance goes to Ryo," he teased a bit. Clean bar towel in hand, the crimon-haired male approached the two of them, placing his hand a top Ryo's to make him stop yanking on the male for a moment and then knelt at Treppe's side, dabbing at his tear-drowned eyes with the soft towel. "Hey babe, come on," Mana cooed to the male, "I don't like seeing pretty boys cry... How about we clean you up a bit and I get you a drink, hmmmn? Crying's not going to do much except ruin that pretty face of yours." His lips were curled into a small comforting smile as he handed the towel over to Treppe to finish crying into and wipe up his face. Mana then glanced up at Ryo, noting the fact that he was at a dangerously close level with THE BOSS.

"You've got a bit of explaining to do later on, sexy," Mana spoke to his employer, "Been seeing some odd thing around here, so you'll have to fill me in on what I missed." He then directed his attention to the tent pitched in Ryo's pants, taking his pointer finger and touching it, circling around the tip with a small smirk. "You best not be getting off to Treppe's crying," he commented about THE BOSS (mind you he still doesn't know about the Viagra), "Because that's low even with my standards..." Common sense told him that Ryo was doing no such thing, but he felt like teasing the boss (both bosses, actually) regardless.


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In his arms, Mat felt so warm and comforting, or rather Hiro felt more protective and likely to stay next to the shorter male, even though the bathroom had started to get a little...warm. Hiro loosened his tight hold around Mat's shoulders slightly, in fear that he wasn't constricting too much of his movement, only to bury his nose into the dirty blond hair momentarily. He moved his nose slightly downward to rest his head sideways on Mat's head, so Mat's jugular and ear were at eye level. Hiro petted the back of his head sweetly, whispering comforting words in the shell of his ear. From the way Mat had shivered so visibly when Hiro had hugged him and tried comforting him, Hiro could only imagine what kind of embarrassment he was causing the young host. He tried to push down the uprising of guilt, for possibly making things worse for Mat, and focused on the scent of Matsuo. His hair had smelled like clean shampoo, probably some generic, store-bought brand but it smelled nice compared to the rest of the bathroom. Mat's face though, when Hiro had showered it with apologetic kisses only seconds ago, had tasted salty with fresh tears. Tenderly, Hiro pressed another gentle kiss to the side of Mat's head.

Hiro wished he could make Matsuo stop crying, and shivering so...sadly. If someone was acting like this with Hiro, it was because of different, pleasurable reasons. (If only Hiro knew, huh?) Not because of some horrible misunderstanding. Mat's crying made Hiro feel even more bad and guilty for making Mat think him and Hideki were an item, which caused Hiro to place a few more small kissed along his throat and cheeks. Hiro had no clue about what he was really doing to Mat. He was only doing what his own mother did to him when he felt teary-eyed. When he was a child and made such an embarrassment of himself, his mother or grandmother would coo words of comfort in their native French tongue while spoiling him with numerous hugs and kisses. Well, hugs and kisses had made Hiro feel better back then; hell, they still made him feel good now though for entirely different reasons sometimes. He had figured that he'd try the same method his mother had used on Mat. Judging from how much more calmer Mat seemed to be, Hiro thought that he had done the right thing and ceased the kisses as he heard the faucet turn off at the sink.

Hiro watched pleasantly, from his position beside Mat's body, as Hideki smiled at the bespectacled host and wiped a few stray tears from his face. He was glad that Hideki understood, and didn't think there had been something more to when they kissed, back in the kitchen. Hiro hadn't any real physical contact - he shivered when remembered sensations from their kiss pulsed through his body - since before he left France, his last throw with Florence before they broke up. He couldn't even try to hook-up with his roommate after he got back to Japan since 1) he was on an entirely different level of thinking that Hiro and 2) although his drag queen of a roommate had a boyfriend already, Hiro was sure they weren't looking for an addition. So yes. No sex for almost 4 whole months. Hideki and his relationship was purely sexual, in a non-romantic way. It had been sparked by a lollipop, and it was highly unlikely that Hideki was looking for a permanent relationship. Nothing like his relationship with Florence, though his old teacher had been less than serious with their own relationship.

A blond eyebrow rose in curiosity. His accent...wasn't that bad was it? A small pout formed on his features. It wasn't necessarily his fault. He had always had that accent, even as a child since his mother insisted on talking to him only in French. People, male and female alike, thought his accent was exotic and cute, even. Although Hideki wasn't the first person who attempted to mimic his accent, Hiro blinked, looking surprised, when Hideki gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek. So he didn't think his accent was hard to understand or bad. He chuckled. Well thank goodness. It would have been a shot to his pride if he had sex with someone who didn't respect all of him, including his accent. He leaned over to Hideki's ear and whispered, "'ad me worreed for a second zere! Good try zough, weez ze accent." He meant that of course. Hiro had heard his share of mocked and joking versions of his accent. It took a few seconds, but Hiro knew Hideki was just trying to make Mat feel better. Then Hideki had leaned into Mat's personal space like Hiro was doing - had done - and kissed him. Hiro heard one of them moan and didn't know if he should avert his eyes or not. He wasn't much of a voyeur, but it was kind hot to watch them kiss, even if it was a short one.

Hiro beat down the slight disappoint he felt when it ended. He wasn't supposed to feel restless after seeing that display, but it was getting harder and harder to suppress the urge to act on his basic needs for hunger. That moan had been so tempting...Hiro didn't say or do a thing after they parted from their kiss, but as he gently petted the back of Mat's hair after he smacked into it lightly he didn't know if he could really move from his current position. He shifted himself slightly, and groaned inwardly. Was he really getting hard from all this? The heat that was pooling in his groin told him yes, very much and what are you going to do about it? Well, Hiro knew he couldn't stay crouched down next to Mat forever. Maybe if he got up after Mat and Hideki, Hiro could go take care of himself in a urinal or something. Then again, his break with Hideki was fast approaching. Could he really wait that long for release? He smiled curiously at Mat's comment, releasing him from his hold. He was feeling better? What a good thing to hear! Though...Mat's body language didn't tell Hiro that he was okay, he'd take the host's word for it. Hiro watched as the man went to stood up, and stilled himself when he caught a glimpse of Mat's pants.

A heartbeat passed. Then another. Hiro could feel the wheels in his mind turn and felt a familiar smile form on his face. Mat probably didn't mean to give him and Hideki an eyeful of his erection, but now that Hiro had actually seen...proof that he wasn't the only one getting affected by all of this, the situation changed drastically. His brain was telling him to ignore the sight, but his groin told him otherwise. Hiro, and Hideki, should help Mat...right. Helping others is nice, and Mat couldn't go back out into the bakery with a hard-on, could he? Another glance at Mat, who was now curled up against the door (again) and hiding that tent, told Hiro no he couldn't let his fellow coworker out there. Not yet. Hiro's face went from smiling deviously to a calm neutral expression as he reached out to gently pry Mat's arms from around his knees with one hand. The other hand lightly rested on Hideki's knees, the fingertips moving only slightly. "No no, do not apologize. Eet es ze body's natural reaction, so you can not 'elp eet," Hiro said with a smile as he used the hand on Mat to gently push the stray strand of dirty blond hair from the young man's forehead. He shifted himself, so he was on his right knee and hopefully covering his half-hard self. Since Hiro was taller than both men in front of him, Hiro was able to lean his head against Mat's raised leg while still keeping his left hand resting on Hideki's knee without stretching to far. "We could not possibly let you back out zere, een ze bakery, weez zat present. Ahnd I am sure you could not possible wait for zis to go away, not after all zat Hideki ahnd I 'ave put you zrough. So..." The hand that had been resting on Hideki's knee slowly moved upwards towards his inner thigh, lightly touching and rubbing it, but deliberately avoiding Hideki's groin. Hiro looked directly at Hideki as he spoke to Mat. his green eyes staring into brick-colored ones. The expression he was wearing made him look as if he just came out of a wet dream, with half-lidded eyes full of passion and a downright-suggestive smile. "Won't you let us 'elp you weez zis? Eet es ze least we --" Hiro gave Hideki's thigh a light squeeze, Mat's exposed neck a light kiss. "-- can do for you, after makeeng you cry you much." Hiro let the tips of his fingers barely brush against the zipper of Hideki's pants as he planned mentally just how he would get his hands on Mat, if he did choose to cooperate.



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[-Naosuke Ibuka-]

Hey! You're a crazy Ƀɨȶȼɦ

But you ℱʊȼҝ so good I'm on top of it~


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A tiny smile grew on Hideki's face as he heard his fellow host emit a quiet moan from deep in his throat from the sweet kiss he had placed on the other man's lips. It sent a small shiver traveling down his spine; oh, how he had missed that amazing sound. It had been only a few weeks since his last rendezvous, but it had felt like an eternity. Especially after the encounters he had with the blonde chef who was kneeling down next to him. The small, insignificant sound had been enough to awaken the sleeping beast he called his libido and the black dress pants began to grow slightly tighter. But now was not the time for such things. Hideki was much more concerned with how the other felt and clearing up the discrepancy about his involvement with Hiro. They weren't anything. They hadn't even had anything more than a kiss shared between them, so there was just no way. The small smile that appeared on Matsuo's face showed the raven haired host that he indeed understood that idea.

Wine colored optics watched as the host stood, his head tilting back to watch him do so at a better angle. What he ended up seeing was much, much more than he had anticipated. It just so happened that when Matsuo brought himself to his feet, his crotch fell at eye level for the two men still kneeling down on the floor. The sight brought a playful grin on Hideki's face, which faded for a moment when the host fell back onto the floor and curled himself into a ball. That action made the grin disappear a bit more, and just as he was going to reach forward and comfort the man, his favorite Frenchman's voice echoed in the bathroom, reverberating back at the three of them off the tiles. The next movement shocked even him when he looked down and felt the movement of deft fingers lightly rubbing against his thigh. His eyes shifted up to try and find the other hand, which he assumed was going to be on the other host's thigh. What he was greeted with was hungry, green, half-lidded bedroom eyes that made the hardness between his legs throb painfully. Hideki swallowed hard as the hand slowly moved closer to his groin, all without touching the one spot on his body that wanted it most.

The grin that had disappeared before came back at full force as he leaned forward, making sure the chef's hand was still within reach to continue the tantalizing touches. He brought his lips to Matsuo's neck, lightly pressing them against the tender flesh. ”I think you should let us take care of you, Mat. After all....” The lips brushed against his skin with every soft, sensual word he spoke. His eyes were still on Hiro when he gave the neck near his lips a light n**, grazing his teeth against the skin. He used his left hand to reach out to the blonde chef, gently resting the palm of his hand against his cheek and ever so slowly dragging the tips of his fingers down over his jaw, past his shoulder, down his chest, and coming to rest so his fingertips brushed at the spot where his thigh connected to his body. ”...It's the least we can do, right?” The one free hand reached up as his lips came in contact with his neck again, tracing the soft pads of Matsuo's full, red lips with the tip of his index finger. After spending a few seconds on the lips, the digit slid down over his chin, lightly grazing his fingernail over the indent next to his Adam's apple. The finger kept slowly heading further south, tracing the space between the defined pectorals and over the hills and valleys of his abdomen, finally coming to stop at the waistband of his pants. He gave his lips a slow, sexually laced lick toward Hiro, remembering how the man had grown so excited earlier when he had one of the lollipops tucked into his mouth. ” I think I speak for Hiro when I say we'd love to have a taste of you~ Whatcha say, Mat? Gonna let us take good care of ya~?"



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When I Ðяəαϻ I'm doing you all night...
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§ϲяαȶϲнəѕ all down my back to keep me right on~

[Rezlin Kaiser]

Țяϵρρϵ Άɾυȷɨ
"You should listen to me..."
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Ryo. The prime example of irony. Treppe wondered a few times why someone who would never get on the bottom... Was in fact an a*****e. Didn't Treppe ask him to leave him be? But then came along Ryo, pretty much as insensitive as THE BOSS was, which seemed to be pointing directly toward Treppe. This brought up a question to himself in his mind, "Does Ryo actually get off to my suffering?" It sure did appear that way... Both physically and otherwise. Well, sure enough though... Ryo practically nudged him with his foot, lightly kicking him like he was some piece of trash lying on the floor. Then he said something about quit apologizing to the bakery. Treppe didn't care, since to him Ryo just wanted to put salt in his wounds. So he just kept crying, but he didn't scream though, since he wanted to hear Ryo fail miserably at his attempt to say something meaningful to cheer up the now-emotional Advisor. Treppe almost laughed right there in the middle of the room. Ryo actually threatened to make him love him. They'll just have to find out who'd win between the two in that case. Would Ryo's BOSS break down Treppe's resistence, or would Treppe show him... And probably everyone else in the bakery... that even though Ryo had THE BOSS, he had THE BIG BOSS? In due time, the confrontation will begin. Right now, Treppe needed a drink, instead of Ryo's pulling him up and telling him to go ******** with him like some whore.

Treppe didn't budge an inch, until suddenly a familiar voice appeared, and the red hair that seemed to paint itself deep in Treppe's memory appeared in front of him, accompanied by the same face placed near Ryo's d**k earlier. Oh~ the irony it would be if Ryo's fling turned out a better comforter than Ryo himself... And even more irony if Treppe stole him himself... Treppe ignored the fact he was turned off by being called "babe," especially since Ryo often referred to him that way, and took Mana's offer for a drink by drying his face with the towel given to him. He quickly recomposed himself, and smiled from Mana's compliments. He didn't care about Ryo anymore, because now his mission was to piss Ryo off, and ******** Mana. So he hooked his hand in Mana's pants to pull him away from Ryo... Clearly just to spite the bluehead.

"Okay, I'm expecting taquila, rum, vodka... Maybe some body shots... Just keep the bluenette away from me for now. I don't fill like dealing with him at the moment."

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"Why get the milk for free when you can pay me for it?"
Jealous One Still Envious

[Lady Pelvic]

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I'm.feeling.yummy.head.to.toe.

D0n't have much patience s0 lets g0!

...:Man, there is so much heat beneth these clothes:...

Treppe really was an oversized, dramatic baby, and was more woman then he was man. Ryo wondered if he was easily topped by women too. Generally, two men together, the girlest one takes the bottome, and it was clear to everyone in this shop with a p***s that Treppe was a bottom taker. That big baby. You know what else Treppe was being at the moment. Stubborn. Why couldn't he just hang up the charade of 'Oh, I'm done with you, blah blah blah ' all that crap was lies and slander. Again, Ryo had full confience Treppe would return to him. Maybe not today, maybe not in a week, hell maybe not in a month, but he would return. After hanging around his brothers for nearly all his life, Ryo knew a thin go two to reel in what he wanted. . . . . wether it be legal or not. Him and his brothers have done their fair share of chloroform and kidnapping. ANYWAYS. Ryo might be impaient when waiting for his big baby, but the longer the wait, the sweeter the blow job would be in the future.

Off in a not so far distance, he heard a single man clap, as the two star-crossed lovers argued. Well, well, well if it wasn't Mana. The Best -b*****b-Giving Mana. " Mm? Still in one piece I see. " Dae must of spared Mana. Which took a giant worry off Ryo's shoulders. Thinking of Mana and his last encounter, he seemed like the type to have a round two. Actually, it could be right now, since Treppe was being a baby. Since Treppe seemed uninterested in a round two, Mana was the next option. And how convient, he already lowered himself, to meet the boss. Now if Ryo didn't have these damn pants on, he'd be getting some by now. Damn, Ryo should of strolled out naked. Ryo listened carefully to Mana, watching him attempt to cheer up the baby. Well, he seemed to know what to say and how to say it. Ryo mentally shrugged, he just didn't have a way with words when it came to cheering his fellow employers up. Though he did have a silver tongue when it came to business. . . . . . and in the bedroom. " Explaining? Oh, yeah, haha, well, I'll explain it to ya while you're sucking my d**k. "

That's right, Ryo had alot of explaining to do. He didn't know anything of the vagria, him being tied up, sneaking back into the building, explaining why he was wearing something so strange. Oh yes, there was alot for him to tell, so Mana hopefully would be able to entertain Ryo's d**k long enough. Though, Ryo had no doubt in Mana's d**k sucking skills. Now, thinking about reciving this head, certainly brought the crave back. " What? No, of course not. I've been stuck like this since. . . about two hours now. ******** A, man. A big baby crying doesn't give me sexual thrills. " Ryo rolled his eyes, as if slightly offended. But all was forgiven once Mana teased THE BOSS. Infact, both bosses. " So, are you gonna continue to poke my d**k, or are you gonna give it a good ole sucking like last time? " Now, just when Ryo was possibly about to get some head, Treppe, had to divert the attention to him. " You don't feel like dealing with me? Then we're gonna have a rough time, babe. I'm your boss, in more then one way. Haha. " Well damn, Ryo didn't have time nor the patience to competite with Treppe for Mana's attention. Infact, it was usually the other way around. People wanted Ryo's attention, and generally he got it. " So what's gonna go down here, you gonna suck me off, or you gonna comfort my baby? " His hands rested on his sides, this body swaying to the right. " Both isn't an option. "

If turned down, there was always Hideki and Hiro right? Where were those goons anyways? They were overdue for an evaluation.

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❝Stop t a l k i n g and b l o w me. ❞
Harder♥Better♥Faster♥Stronger♥
Your horny manager. - R.y.0

[catastrophic collision]

Sin hated mornings more than anything. He just wanted to stay in the warm cocoon that was his bed and sleep for the rest of his left. Sadly , sleeping like that doesn`t pay the bills for his s**t hole of an apartment , not to mention he had a job interview at a local cafe as a dancer. He hoped that he would get this job as he slowly climbed his way outta the bed , hissing softly as his feet hit the cold floor and quickly ran into the bathroom for a shower. After turning on the shower and stripping out of his boxers and t - shirt , he allowed the water to warm up as he looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn`t vain in the least as much as it was a morning routine that he followed. He would always look himself over before and after he took a shower , looking for any thing that might have to be covered later on from piercing eyes of the city or something that might be out of the ordinary for the blonde. Once he was satisfied that there was nothing that dragged his attention away from the whole image , he stepped into the shower and sighed blissfully at the searing water that rained down on him. This was why he loved showers in the morning. They always felt so good and woke him up enough to make a pot of coffee. He allowed himself to soak in the shower , feeling extra sluggish in his movements and thoughts. It probably doesn`t help that he had a few beers more than he should have last night but it was in the past. Nothing he could do about it.

Exiting the shower , he once again looked at himself in the mirror , again happy that there was nothing sticking out that people might take a double look at and proceeded to wrap a towel around his slender hips. From there , he waked into the kitchen to start that pot of coffee before getting dressed , opting for a black tank top and a plain yellow button up shirt that covered it and a pair of black jeans. He wanted to make sure that he looked his best and spend a total of fifteen minutes on styling his hair , making sure it looked amazing before he went to put on his socks and sneakers. Once he was dressed and approved of this style , he snatched up his messenger bag , coat and scarf from their spots on the floor from last night and quickly threw them on , as well as a pair of aviator sunglasses. The sun is hella bright for someone who had a slight hangover. Then , the blonde went about setting up his coffee into a carrying mug and left the apartment. He knew he would probably be a little early but he didn`t care that much. Maybe it would set a good impression for the boss and would score him brownie points. Unlikely , but Sin could dream , right ?

After an hour or so walking to the cafe , Sin put out the cigarette he was smoking and entered the place. He wasn`t sure if he should have trusted on his best friend on applying here. This place seemed .... Off to Sin. However , a job is a job and he definitely needed one. So , shrugging off the feeling , he walked over to the bar , hoping that someone would point him in the right direction. " Um . . . " Sin said , looking around the place , " I`m Sin Valentine and I have a meeting with the manager. Could you point me in the right direction , mate ? " He winced slightly at the end , letting his Australian accent slip through on accident. Usually , when he was trying not to let his accent come out , it would signal that he was nervous or uncomfortable about something. Hopefully that wouldn`t show through to the manager or whoever the hell was going to be talking to him today.

[ ooc ; eeee , i don`t know where my mind went with this. sorry for the horrible first post. it`ll get better , promise. ]

[Tasariel]

Matsuo I bruise easily...
So be gentle, when you handle me...Daichi
Kazuma I bruise easily...

Oh, don't mind the blood. I'll be your host for today!
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Mat let a shaky breath out when Hiro kissed the side of his head. The man was just not stopping, and what was worse, Mat didn’t want to stop him. How long had it been since he’d been with anyone? He’d lost count around the one year mark, but it had been a very long time. He’d been too busy trying to find someone to love him to have a fling, or even casual sex. But now that Hiro was there, right in front of him, or rather literally on him, he wondered why he’d waited so long. Especially with men this tantalizingly handsome around. Though, if he was honest with himself, he hadn’t really been in a situation with this before. Most guys weren’t really inexorably drawn to his bloodsoaked clothes and constant falling. He squinted his eyes shut slightly while Hiro kissed his neck and cheek more, but he opened them again when the kisses stopped. He was… Disappointed, though he knew he shouldn’t be. He should be following Hiro’s example and stopping these actions that were sure to lead him down the path to something very scandalous. He had been smiling at the two of them, feeling a little better about the whole situation, until he gave them front row seats to see the problem in his pants. Now he was feeling a little miserable, sure that they’d make fun of him for getting so agitated over something as small as a few kisses. He couldn’t help it though… It was his body’s fault, and he had very little to do with it at all. Him wanting it was a completely separate matter. Yes it was. It had nothing to do with the hard-on that had embarrassed him more than any amount of tripping or falling could do. But did he ever want it… He kept his face buried in his knees for a few moments longer, counting heartbeats until he lost track of the fluttering beats. Then he looked up, his face probably as red as a beet, and prepared to do some damage control. He could stay in the bathroom and follow tall, dark, and handsome’s example… Or he could douse his face in cold water and hope that helped.

His eyes opened wide at what did meet him, though. Neither of them seemed upset at all, or embarrassed, or creeped out. Hiro reached out and pulled Mat’s arms from where they had been clutching his legs, and Mat hadn’t realized that he was squeezing his calves painfully tight. He stretched them a little, trying to think about what his next move should be, and relaxing a bit, when he looked up at Hiro. The other blonde was speaking calmly, telling him he didn’t have to apologize, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t have to worry about either of them thinking he was strange, then. That was a relief and a half for him, and he laughed a little nervously. ”O-Oh. Well, yea. I um… Okay.” He finished a little lamely, not sure whether to thank the other man for understanding or even what to say on the matter. What exactly did you say in defense of your own erection? There wasn’t much that Matsuo could think of. He blinked when Hiro pushed a hair out of his face, a little alarmed that the man hadn’t learned his lesson and backed off, before he had Matsuo begging him for another taste of that mouth… But what he said was even more surprising, and Mat had to catch his breath when Hiro moved a little closer. He opened his mouth to refuse the offer; he didn’t think for a moment that he should ever go along with it. His brain was telling him that this was a terrible idea; that he needed to keep himself strictly on the hunt for a relationship instead of free or easy sex. His brain had an entire gameplan for getting him out of that bathroom and into the workplace. Even Hiro’s little kiss on the side of his neck hadn’t loosened his resolve too much. Hadn’t made his pants any looser either, damn it. But when Hideki leaned forward to kiss his neck, he was definitely faltering. He could feel the vibrations of every word he spoke, and when Hideki’s teeth made contact with his skin, he had to swallow hard. It wasn’t until then that he noticed what Hiro was doing to Hideki, and that was when Hideki decided to return the favor to the other blonde in the room. Mat squinted his eyes shut, he was liable to explode, in more ways than one, if he continued watching that…

And then he felt a finger on his lips, and it trailed down his neck, slowly heading south, and Matsuo was pretty sure that he wasn’t leaving the bathroom with his chastity intact. By the time it reached his waistband, he was panting lightly, and he let his legs loosen and move a little away from his body. It really wasn’t fair, how quickly they’d managed to take advantage of him. He was beyond turned on, and he wanted relief now more than anything. So he opened his eyes again, and looked at the two of them for a moment before his brain finally let go of the final hope, and his nether regions won the war over his soul. ”I um… Well, I’d like that… Please…” His mouth was a bit dry, so his voice was only a little more than a whisper, but he was pretty sure they’d hear him, as they were so very close together at the moment. He stifled a groan of desire when he spotted what Hiro was doing to Hideki again, and he just bit his lip for a moment. But he wanted something too… If he was going to Hell, he wanted the whole damn handbasket and everything. So he leaned forward onto his knees, and pressed his lips hard against Hiro’s. He really did groan then, and he tangled his fingers in the man’s long blonde hair, as a very strange thought popped into his head. He wished he could grow his out that long… But it wouldn’t look the same, it wouldn’t be as soft and silky and nice to the touch… This described Hiro’s lips as well, ironically enough. He’d liked the way they felt before, and he liked them even more now, as he enthusiastically kissed the taller man. But he was a little unsure of himself; it wasn’t as if he’d ever been in this position before, especially not with more than one man. So he pulled away after what he felt was much too short a time, and looked nervously from one to the other, hoping he hadn’t crossed any lines anywhere. He was always making mistakes; he wouldn’t be surprised if that had been one. What exactly did you do when there was a third person involved? He sat there blinking for a few seconds, trying to figure that out. ”Um… Um…” Then he decided that it would be best if he evened things up, right? Just in case? So he leaned over in the opposite direction and kissed Hideki just as enthusiastically, if not harder, than he’d kissed Hiro. He was fairly trembling with desire; he just hoped he wasn’t doing anything wrong…

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Anyone who can touch you
Can hurt you or heal you
Anyone who can reach you
Can love you or leave you

So be gentle...

[salsaplant]

Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you p l e a s e
I can act like a s t a r , I can beg on my k n e e sxxxxxx
Come jump in, be my f r i e n d , let us do it againxxxxxxxxxx
Hit the town, fool a r o u n d , let's go partyxxx

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Taro's fingers sifted gently through Ken's hair, the auburn locks of hair so light and soft against his skin. When he worked at the animal shelter there was a lot of long haired dogs and cats that he would spend each day combing and brushing, just sitting there for hours running a brush through the animal's hair, talking to them about the most random of things as if they were receptive to what he was actually saying. His little past time seemed to carry over with humans, gliding his fingers through their hair and petting them as if they were one of his little pets as well. Ken's hair was like Shih Tzu's, yet the color of a long-haired dachshund. Aww, Ken would make the most adorable dachshund ever~! Taro mentally 'squee'ed on the inside, his features lighting up in such a way that Ken would most definitely wonder what he had just been thinking about.

But his hand was recoiled from the silky hair, looking at the hand grasping his wrist. He looked at Ken in a slightly confused, afraid that he might have offended Ken with being so bold as to touch his hair. His confusion was quickly quelled with the wink of the eye though, parting his lips into a small smile and bobbing his head in a nod. "Mmmnkay~" he smiled, imagining small dachshund ears on the side of the male's head. Awww~! Ken really was so cute, and what's more was that he treated Taro like a normal person instead of as a dumb blond... Which he was. He hadn't been so quick to dismiss the ditz and was actually trying to get to know him, or was at least acknowledging him while the two waited for someone to attend to them. Which was taking too long. And it was a duty as an employee to take initiative, so in doing so, Taro smiled back at Ken for the umpteenth time and took his hand. "Come on~" he beckoned the red head, pulling him along, "Let's go find someone instead of waiting around here." His aim was for the kitchen since that would be the main place he would be working, and from the kitchen came food, and that's what Ken would serve, so he would find what he needed to do as well. Kill two birds with one stone. Actually, as an animal-lover, he hated that metaphor, but you know what he meant.

There was a set of double doors, and what little common sense he had told him that this was the way to the kitchen. Still yanking Ken along, the blond pushed open the doors, eyes huge again as he took in the new surroundings. Wow, this kitchen was probably one of the biggest and most top-notch kitchen he had been in, including the one at culinary school. "Uwaaaah, so big~" he commented aloud, a caramel-skinned male catching his eye. Forgetting that he was still holding Ken's hand, he practically skipped over to what he guessed to be another chef. "Hi, I'm Taro and I'm one of the chefs," he introduced himself to the male with glasses, bouncing on the balls of his heels as he stood there.



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[salsaplant]

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The side affects are sexual, are you down for a taste?

Even though he figured correctly that Ryo was the reason why Treppe was crying, and any pretty males that were crying was bad in the redhead's book, he couldn't help but smirk at Ryo anyways. Not at whatever he did to upset Treppe, but the man just reeked of self-confidence, cockiness, seductiveness, and maybe just a hint of narcissism... Usually these were not traits to be desired, or at least not all together like that, but as it has been mentioned several times before, Mana liked Ryo how he was regardless of that. "Yes yes, I live to ******** another day," he adjusted the saying to his needs. It was only obvious that his remark would be followed up with some mention of a blow job, THE BOSS practically reaching out to Mana for oral relief. Poor Ryo, stuck like this for over two hours. He didn't know the details of what went on, but a couple of hours of a raging hard-on that Ryo didn't seem to be too happy about... Well, a picture was slowly starting to form in the bartender's mind as to what might have happened. Dae was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Mana was presented with his two options, biting his bottom lip slightly as he gauged the choices. Go with Ryo and give him another 'oral evaluation' which could possibly lead to their second 'physical evaluation'; it was a very tempting offer to say the least, and in most cases Mana wouldn't have even let Ryo finish offering the two choices before his mouth would already be reacquainting itself with THE BOSS. But this wasn't most cases. On the other hand, he could attend to Treppe, the attractive other-right-hand-man of Ryo, and help comfort him (while slowly working his way to possibly hooking up with him...? Just an idea... ). But mostly comforting. Yes. For now, at least. Dammit, why did these boys have to make it so hard for him to choose?! Couldn't they just settle their differences and let Mana have the both of them? He wouldn't mind, and it wasn't like he couldn't handle it either... s**t, tough choice. Of course it seemed like the choice was already being made for him as he found himself being hoisted upwards, following the hand that was gripping his pants all the way up to the body that the hand belonged to... Seemed Treppe wasn't about to be left alone while Mana ran off again, and was making sure of it by physically removing the red head from the temptation at hand. He slowed the male down before he was dragged all the way over to the bar, hand on Treppe's as he listened to his request.

"Alright alright, I'll be your company for as long as you need, just let me send Ryo off, kay?" Mana smiled at Treppe, letting him know that the employee wasn't deceiving him and that yes, he would stay with Treppe. He freed himself from the hand on his pants, "I'll be over in a second, don't worry," he winked to the dark haired male, letting him go off towards the bar while Mana walked back towards Ryo. He burst into the bluenette's little bubble, removing any personal space the two had between them. His arm coiled around the male's waist, securing their position from any prying eyes that wished to discover what the true intent of their closeness was. To anyone that wasn't standing right beside them, it would just simply look like they were just standing a bit too close to one another, but if that were true, then Mana's hand wouldn't have needed to be down Ryo's pants, now would it? He had chosen to delay his and Ryo's sexual reunion, yet that didn't mean he couldn't give his superior a little something to hold him off. Or just make his craving even more insatiable. Mana's fingers danced along the hardened arousal, the plush set of pink lips breathing lightly against Ryo's left earlobe as the bartender spoke in a low whisper.

"As much as I would love to ravage your body and visa versa again, I've got some damage control to take care of," He explained in his soft tone of voice, "I'm going to clean up your little mess right now, but if you can keep yourself busy for a while, come back for me again when your time is almost up," referring to the remaining two hours he had to endure. "Ya know, save the best for last kinda deal? Be patient and I'll have my mouth on you again before the day is out..." He turned his head and glanced back at the bar, seeing that Treppe had settled himself in, but also that another male was standing there, looking rather lost yet his appearance and aura told Mana that he wasn't a customer. Hmmn, he could give Ryo a distraction for a while, let his boss play with the male like a kitten with a ball of yarn for a bit of time while Mana attended to Treppe. His lips formed a smirk, the curled up corners brushing against Ryo's neck as he turned his head back to face his employer, hand all the while still nestled in the man's pants, keeping THE BOSS occupied from poking at Mana.

"I'll get you a new play-thing for a while," He mused softly against Ryo's jawline, "Think of it as another evaluation you've yet to complete." Mana's hand slid out from Ryo's pants, the tips of his fingers sticky with THE BOSS's excitement. He put the appendages into his mouth, licking away any trace there was of it, eyes smirking at the older male all the while. His other arm released the man's hips and the redhead took a few steps back from Ryo before turning and walking towards the bar. He immediately went to the small sink behind the counter, knowing that as many times as he'd stick his hands down other men's pants here, hand hygiene was important. He cocked his head over his shoulder at the employee, running the question through his mind a few times. Did he just say 'mate'? There was some inner smirking being done at the irony of an Aussie working at Y!SS-- This boy would be going down under in more ways than one (and he was sure he wouldn't be the only one here to make that joke around Sin.) Toweling off his hands, Mana finally gave the blond his full attention. "Sure," he smiled, using his now dried hand to point to the bluenette he had just been discretely making advances at, "That's the guy you want..." He looked at Ryo with a smile that said "This one's all yours," only wondering if Sin had any idea as to what he was getting himself in to. He very much doubted the Aussie did, yet as perverted and twisted as it was, that's what made it half the fun.

Now to his task at hand. Employee now redirected, he faced the dejected Treppe across the counter from him, reaching underneath to grab several shot glasses and a bottle of Tequila. He filled up each one almost to the rim and readied them accordingly for the other to chug down. "And here I figured you for a White Russian kind of guy, what with the milk in it and all," he mused aloud, elbows resting up on the counter, "But Tequila will do the job just as well... So you gonna tell me what happened, or would you prefer to tell Mr. Jack Daniels and Mr. Jose Cuervo?"

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[Skittzipoo]

.: Ken Tsaru :.

- don't worry about a thing -
- cuz every little thing is gonna be alright -

let's get this party started right.

can i help you?

Was Ken imagining things? He was pretty sure he wasn't. He was almost definitely sure that he could see a certain look in Taro's eyes. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but as far as he could tell he was day dreaming. Ken wasn't sure about what, but he didn't really care. Taro seemed like a cute, little ditsy kid, so what was the harm in him spacing out. Yet again, a few minutes prior, Ken had considered the possibility of Taro being on OCD serial killer, but the odds of that being true were slim to none. He was rather enjoying Ken's hair. Perhaps he was just pondering it like most people did. Judging by the way Taro's eye were fixated on the top of Ken's head, he assumed he was right. Not that it bothered ken. He was used to people staring at his head all day. He glanced over Taro a little in return. Not obviously, but a little once over. The blond hair definitely suited him- that small little bouncy thing. Ken already liked Taro. He wasn't some depressed loser that went around feeling bad for himself. Ken was always a happy ball of sunshine, but he didn't express it like Taro did. Taro had a more childish way about him, while Ken simply always wore a smile.

Ken was a little caught off guard when Taro had suddenly grabbed his hand. For a cute little kid he sure had some grip. When Taro began tugging him in the other direction Ken stumbled to follow him. He tried to gather up his coat in his hand as he was spun around. "O-okay," Ken said with a laugh as Taro pulled him along. Despite his good grip Taro was surprisingly gentle, as he was when he touched Ken's hair. It made Ken smile a little, though why he would smile at that he had no idea. This guy sure was eccentric, but Ken didn't mind. It'd make for one exciting work day. Ken glanced over his shoulder just before disappearing into the kitchen. The few customers present didn't seem to need helping at the moment so he made no objections to their sudden adventure.

When they burst through the kitchen doors Ken had to admit he was impressed. He'd heard that Yummy! Sex and Sugar was a very high class bakery but he didn't expect the kitchen to be as big and elaborate and fancy as it was. A small pang of pride shot into Ken's chest. So what if this place had a little bit of a "scandalous" reputation, it was classy, and Ken liked it. He resisted Taro's pull slightly so that he could have a second to look around. He was very impressed, but not immune to Taro's pull. Why was he letting this kid drag him around? Maybe he just didn't have the energy to fight back. Or maybe Ken just didn't see a reason to have to fight back.

Ken noticed the other male in the kitchen just as Taro jolted over to him. Once he regained his footing he smiled at the unfamiliar man with glasses. After Taro introduced himself, Ken did as well. "And, I'm Ken. I start waitering today," he said with a slight bow of his head. After a moment Ken realized that Taro was still holding his hand. He barely knew Taro as much as he knew the man standing before him. He didn't want to cause a scene, and by now he knew that Taro would be too dense to realize anything. He slowly slipped his hand from Taro's grip, making it seem like it was a little abnormal for them to be holding hands. He didn't want anyone assuming anything before he even started work. He glanced at Taro. he was a very cute kid to be associated with. Maybe he wouldn't mind so much, but he wouldn't admit it.

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.: serving up smiles :.

- don't worry - be happy -

[Rezlin Kaiser]

Țяϵρρϵ Άɾυȷɨ
"You should listen to me..."
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In just a few seconds of even sitting at the bar, Treppe had already grabbed and downed three off the glasses while the redhead was talking. He was still able to understand him, which meant he wasn't drunk enough, since he could reply with as much coherency and understanding of everything Mana said before he drank at all. He did like White Russians, but honestly if you were going to get yourself hammered, then anything and everything would do. He went from a sad dark haired male to a grinning conversationalist, simply from the change of pace and surrounding. "Ah, don't worry, gorgeous. I want a White Russian too. It's just I want to get as drunk as possible to forget what I did. As for telling anyone what happened. . . I wouldn't mind talking to all three of you, just as long as one of you ends up in my office later. Better yet, two of you. If you're lucky, that is. Just keep rolling out the drinks, and I'll be fine. . ."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached over for another glass of tequila, and slid it over to Mana, a smile on his face. "So. . . You wanted to know what happened with me and Ryo, right? I guess I'll tell you once I get enough to drink. Who knows, if you're lucky, you'll get a reward. Give me everything that could give me a hangover in the morning."
((sorry for the short post))

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"Why get the milk for free when you can pay me for it?"
Jealous One Still Envious