Sweet Sin (Eornostlice and Zombie) [18+]

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Zombie's character:

 

 

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Name: Oliver Brown

Age: 20

Personality: Willing to do whatever it takes for more money. Appreciates the few friends he has, constantly needs reassurance that he is still wanted around. He struggles a lot with confidence in general, along with self-worth. He's always ready to flirt, but, surprisingly, is really good with children as well. When in an argument, he always lets the other person win, mostly out of fear of being hurt. Despite that, he trusts basically everyone he meets and tries to show his happy face with people around.

 

 

Big brown eyes peeked out of underneath thick, long eyelashes, tossing a glance towards one of his co-workers. To be more specific, his manager. Oliver couldn't deny that he'd liked the man from the moment he saw him. His gorgeous messy hair, his shining blue eyes and the smile he seemed to wear on his face constantly, no matter if he was speaking to one of his employees or a customer. God, he was like someone out of a dream. And, judging from his position, he would have to have more than enough money to get around. Could he try his chances with him?

 

Oliver was so immersed in his thoughts that he almost burned his hand. He bit down on his plump lip, hastily wiping his fingers into a piece of paper towel before resuming his coffee-making. He liked his job at this cafe. Perhaps it was because it still felt fresh - after all, he only started three days ago. Oliver finished up the cup of coffee, giving it to the customer along with a warm smile plastered on his face. "Enjoy, have a great day!" He told the customer, watching as he left their little shop. It was already dark out... Probably time to start closing up. "I can stay and clean up." Oliver suggested, turning to face his manager, Samuel, with a soft smile on his face. "Oh, we should split the tips." He muttered, reaching for the little box they used to collect tips in. He needed all the money he could get... Perhaps the clothes he wore weren't cheap, but they were all gotten from his sugar daddies. Was it wrong? Maybe a little bit. But there was no helping it. He needed money, and he was willing to sell his body to get that.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Eornostlice's character:

 

 

Name: Samuel Red

Age: 28

Personality: Mild with a good temper, the type of person that appears to most as physically unable of getting mad. He tends to place trust in people easily and does not always suceed in seeing through a person's hidden or ulterior motives- trait that is however not to be confused for stupidity. He is a big sucker for sob stories and has a soft spot for animals, puppies in particular.

 

 

By the end of his shift, there was nothing much left for Samuel to do other than cleaning up some tables as the last customers for the day were taken care of by another employee and turn the 'Open' sign around, signaling that the café was out of bussiness until the following day. Time seemed to truly fly as he kept himself busy, all the more so during the past three days now that he had to keep his eyes on the newbie in order to make sure he did not run into any sort of trouble. Thruthfully, he had a good impression when it came to the young man they had recently hired.

 

Oliver was not slacking off and seemed to be a fast learner- not that there were too many complicated things to remember either way but still considered a very good sign. If anything, he looked like a sweet person and the customers were certainly feeling the same way. But what the older man would find harder to admit was that his liking towards the boy went over the simple professional level. Not that he was really going to do anything about it- for all he knew, he was at least 8 years past the stage of having crushes.

 

With the café finally empty, they could properly wrap things up for the day.

 

"We do split the tips. Go on right ahead, you seem oddly fond of that. You know how right?" Sam could not help but chuckle at the boy's eagerness, shaking his head. He did not mind having the newcomer handle it, convinced that the brunette was not the type to swindle. "The other two are getting changed so that leaves just us but we should finish fast. I will see to the cash register's closing for the day, then we can arrange the chairs and swipe the floor."

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Oliver's plump lips stretched into a warm smile. "I do." He replied, opening the box only to have it slip out of his fingers, the coins scattering over the floor. "Oh, crap-" He exclaimed, groaning softly as he dropped to his knees, beginning to collect everything back into the container. "Sorry, I'll get them in a moment." He murmured, carefully picking up whatever money he could find. He let out a soft sigh once everything was back in the box, looking up only to find himself right at Samuel's feet. Oh... There was only one thing he did in such a position.

 

His cheeks flushed red as he stumbled to his feet, a nervous smile spreading across his face. Shit, it was far too dangerous to try and romance his manager... Though he was so beautiful. Oliver split the tips for all four workers, setting the two other piles aside before putting his tips into his small wallet. Shoving it into the pocket of his pants, Oliver turned around to face Sam, his cheeks still a tad red. "I still can't thank you enough for this job. It means a lot." He thanked him, reaching behind his back to untie his apron. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but ended up deciding not to. He didn't want to risk losing this job due to his feelings or lust. If... If Samuel felt something like that about Oliver, he was sure he'd ask him out himself. Oliver could wait.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Ah-" With everything onto the floor, Sam found himself amused rather than mad, shaking his head at the young man's clumsiness. It was pretty adorable. "Right now I am just glad it was not a glass jar like they use in some other places. You should be a bit more careful or you risk getting yourself hurt."

 

Huh? What was with that face? Surely there was more that he wanted to say but with Oliver down to his feet with a flushed face, it gave him the impression of something else entirely, a similar blush appearing in his face, albeit much more subtle. That was not something he was proud of thinking of. For all he knew, the young man was straight. Well at least it was a safe thing to assume as that was the norm. Gosh

 

"Don't worry about it. We did need an extra pair of helping hands, especially one that actually does his job." He wasn't the type to be stingy with praise when others deserved it. He was in no rush to collect his part, reaching out to gently pat and tousle at the boy's soft locks of hair affectionately instead. "Come on, let's wrap things up fast. You must be tired, aren't you?"

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Oliver's lips pulled into a smile at the praise. It really felt good to be appreciated, especially for something other than his body. His eyes closed momentarily at the soft touch to his hair. "Honestly? I wouldn't refuse some sleep." He chuckled, leaning against the counter slightly. The touch that Samuel gave him was something often reserved either for children or ones a person fancied... Perhaps he could try his luck.

 

"I don't really feel like going home yet, though... Maybe you want to grab a drink?" He suggested a tad hesitantly, although a smile was blooming across his face. "There's a nice bar a couple of blocks away..." The man trailed off, reaching up to run his hand over his hair. God he hoped he didn't completely miss with this one. If he did, he could brush it off as a friendly suggestion later. People could grab a drink with their boss, right? To get to know one another better. It didn't seem so illogical.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The suggestion had caught him slightly off guard. Mostly bcause the young man did not strike him as particularly bold nor confident, yet the actual question in his words was pretty obvious. Sam did not expect that kind of plot twist. Oliver was basically making moves on him, was he not? How adorable. So he was that way. Surely the invitation could have been a simple friendly gesture but it did not feel that way. Mostly because the young man did not mention anything about inviting other coworkers. The invitation was specifically aimed toward him.

 

"I wouldn't mind a drink or two. Tomorrow is a day off afterall." Casually collecting his share of the tips and walking to the cash register to close it for the day, he ended up feeling somewhat nervous. Was it obvious that he was a bit rushing? This was actually happening right?... Wah. For an old man, he surely was overly excited. "Are you the type to be able to hold your alcohol? Just checking to know what I am getting myself into." It was an obvious joke meant to relieve his own nerves. How long has it been since he actually went out with someone?

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Relief flooded over Oliver as his offer was accepted. His lips pulled into a wider smile as he watched his manager collect his tips, then make his way to the register. "You don't have to worry about me." He chuckled, lightly tilting his head to the side. "At least up until now I've been able to outdrink my buddies, if you don't mind me saying." He grinned, pushing himself away from the counter, slipping his hands into his pockets.

 

He wondered how far he would be able to get tonight. Maybe if the two of them got drunk enough, things could move to one of their apartments... Who knew? "Do you feel like taking a walk there? I don't drive, so..." The man trailed off, taking off his apron to hang it on the wall before grabbing his bag from behind the counter. Like that, he was ready to go. It was still warm out, good enough to walk even at night without any jacket. He absolutely adored weather like that. After all, when it was warm out, sex could move outside of the bedroom into more daring places. He loved the adrenaline that came along with fucking somewhere outside.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Taking a look at the café, before glancing at the young man once more, he had quickly decided that he'd be able to clean himself tomorrow when the café was closed rather than waste even more time now. "Even if you were driving I would have been against it. Driving as a drunkard is not one of the best ideas you can have. Before you know it, you might be making out with a streetlamp." Similarly removing his apron, he did not really have anything else to take. Other than his keys, mobile and wallet, he did not carry anything else. His apartament was a mere five minute walk away afterall.

 

"Hold on." Walking to the back in order to make sure that the door had been properly closed and the other two were already gone, he turned off the main lights before switching on the night ones. The security system was to authomatically activate when both the back door and the front door were properly locked.

 

"Alright. We are good to go. Nevermind the rest, I will handle it tomorrow. It isn't much." He assured the young man, opening the door for the other to go out first.

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Oliver couldn't fight off the smile from his face. "I meant to the bar. Of course I wouldn't try to drive drunk. I won't let you, either." He laughed quietly, gladly stepping out through the door, thanking the other male for the gesture. "If you say so... I'd be willing to help out, though." The man spoke, keeping his hands in the pockets of his skinny black jeans. The white tee he wore on top didn't seem like it would offer much warmth at all. Thank God it wasn't windy.

 

"It's a fifteen minute walk at most." Oliver informed the other, glancing up slightly. The height difference between them was almost to the point of being ridiculous. Oliver barely reached the guy's shoulder. He couldn't say he hated it - as a matter of fact, he enjoyed it as much as he liked their age difference. For whatever reason, the man was always drawn to older men, even while he was in high school. Back when he was sixteen, he dated a twenty-seven year old man... Perhaps it was a little bit messed up, especially since the guy was married and even had children, but he treated Oliver well, bought him things he wanted... That was probably when Oliver started fancying the idea of having sugar daddies. In those four years he probably had more sex than some people have in their life. That certainly wasn't bad, at least in his eyes.

 

Oliver began walking down the street, moving a little bit closer to Samuel. "How long have you been working at this cafe?" He asked, hoping to start some kind of a conversation where he'd learn more about his interest. He himself, of course, wasn't really willing to reveal too much about himself. He didn't want to scare the other away, after all.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Before leaving, Samuel had checked twice in order to make sure that the door was properly locked, action that betrayed his careful personality. It was pretty much something that became part of his habits, no longer a thing he was conscious of.

 

"Oh? How long has it been indeed?" the older man mused as if trying to recall something that happened ages ago, shrugging lightly. "I've been around for a long time. The owners are my grandparents and the cafe itself is fairly old. It only kept getting renovated every couple of years. I suppose I started getting paid somewhere in between sixteen and eighteen but I practically grew up here." It was a honest and detailed response, most likely way more detailed than he should have made it.

 

"What about you? How come you've picked the café out of everything you could have done for yourself?" That was a question that had been in the back of his mind for a while, mostly due curiosity. Was it random? Was it the people? The money? It did not truly matter, yet curiosity seemed to get the best of him.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Oliver listened curiously, a small smile staying on his face. Okay, so Samuel was definitely a family man. God... Whoever would get to be his boyfriend would really be lucky, that Oliver was sure of. Kids could most likely be seen in the future. He himself, for example, couldn't imagine ever adopting a child. At least not with his current lifestyle. Maybe if he ever changed... Ha, like that could ever happen. He'd stay in this business either until his debts were paid or until his body became completely undesirable.

 

"Hm? Oh... Working in a cafe just seems to be the thing everyone starts at. I thought it could be a fun way to meet people, improve some skills... Maybe meet someone I'd see in my life more often." The man let out a light laugh, looking over to Samuel to imply this was said about him. "While this isn't my first job, I already love it here. It's a really great atmosphere, you know?" He smiled to himself, looking ahead of himself as he kept walking. "Plus, I mean, I can always use some money on the side." Oliver laughed, brushing it off for now.

 

"I've always thought the city was gorgeous at night. Don't you think?" He commented, as if out of nowhere as he looked over the lights, admiring the sight. "Though I don't really fancy walking around alone at night." He grinned, pushing his hands into the pockets of his pants. He both had a reputation between a certain kind of people and a rather feminine body in general... And no means to protect himself. It could be said that he knew some corners with unpleasant memories, to say the least. If he really thought about it, his life was a rather sad one. Well, hey, he couldn't change it anyway, so whatever, right?

[Guest Eornostlice]

If up until now he was still guessing what was in the boy's head, the small look he had received when Oliver walked about meetig someone he would like to see more often in his life cleared all the doubts he had. The ever present smile on the older man's lips seemed so get brighter in a sweet way. He could relate to what the other wad saying. He too loved the atmosphere and the people. The only thing he did catch but did not quite understand was the expression that Oliver casually used. 'Money on the side'? Was this not his only job? No. Most certsinly it was. He had seen the application form himself. Maybe it was about the tips? But he did not question any further, the topic changing completely.

 

"I love the air during the night. It gets colder and adds a strange peaceful feeling to the sparkling city. But again, it is also pretty dangerous to walk alone. The lack of crowds seems to attract all sorts of people afterall." Looking at the younger man from head to toe, he let out a soft sigh on impulse. Surely the poor thing was attracting plenty of attention from those type of people, especially due to his build. It wasn't unheard of at all. "Ah." That was when realization struck. "When you get the afternoon shift you always walk home alone, don't you? Maybe from now on I should walk you home... I've never really thought about it properly." Since their shifts were always overlapping, he could do that at least right? Or... was it a weird thing to suggest? He didn't really have ulterior motives.

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Oliver was really surprised by the offer, but it brought out the sweetest smile yet. "You have no idea how much I would appreciate that." He said honestly, moving to walk a little bit closer to the other man. "It's so nice of you to offer that..." He trailed off with the same warm, sweet smile on his face. It really was pleasant to feel cared for, even if it was by someone who was almost a stranger. He often found himself hurt instead of cared for, especially with his main job being what it was. His Daddies weren't always gentle and loving... Actually, most of the time they weren't. He often found himself bruised and used as a toy rather than seen as an actual human being, but by now he'd grown used to it. So what if he got beaten up or raped from time to time? It helped pay the bills, and that was all that mattered.

 

Looking up, Oliver's smile widened a bit. "We're here." He announced, leading Samuel towards the entrance to the bar. "It's, erm, not specifically a gay bar, but... It's liked by them." Oliver chuckled, easily bypassing the bouncers. It seemed that he was a regular here. "Let's get some drinks first, right?" He asked, looking over his shoulder to smile at his manager. "It may be a cliche, but their cosmos are amazing. I get one every time I go here." He grinned, leading Samuel by his hand through the dancing crowd until they reached the bar. He seemed unfazed with the amount of people, nor the fact that there were both gay and straight couples all around them. All in all, he seemed awfully content with being in such a place.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Ah. That smile. Cheesy as it was, that sweet bright smile caused his own heart to skip a beat. For all the overthinking, the restraining and the denial, he could at least admit it: he was a grown ass man nearing his 30s crushing on a man much younger than himself that also happened to be interested. 'Much younger'. Very much so. He was not wven sure ehat to do with himself.

 

Distracted from his line of thought, Samuel looked around, taking in his surroundings. How long had it been since he had been in one of these places? He used to frequent them quite a lot a couple of years back, mostly with friends rather than bringing someone there for a date. He had almost forgotten just how loud the music usually was and how crowded the bars were. He felt actually out of place. Not because he was gay or because he was currently dragged by the hand by a noticeably younger man but simply because such scene was no longer part of his favorites. The other thoughts did exist, but definitely losing in intensity.

 

"I will just take your advice on the drinks. It's really been a while since I last tried just about anything." In the end, he had found himself being completely honest about it. "You seemfamiliar with this place anyway so I will trust you." A chuckle escaped his lips and he tried to relax. If Oliver said the place was ok, then he would believe it. "How did you come to know about it? Especially it being fine with gays." A change in the topic was probably welcomed yet curiosity took over once more.

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Oliver glanced over to his manager at the comment, a smile pulling at his lips. "This is the perfect place to get into this again." He chuckled, ordering them two cosmos. He seated himself on one of the bar stools, tilting his head to look at his date. "Oh, my high school boyfriend actually brought me here for my eighteenth birthday. Loved it ever since." He smiled, crossing his legs as he leaned against the bar slightly.

 

"I, uh, hope this doesn't come off as rude, but how old are you, actually? I wouldn't give you more than twenty-four, at most." He asked curiously, his teeth coming to rest on his bottom lip as he waited for an answer. He didn't actually care about his age too much, but he figured it could be a way to keep their conversation going. He was certain that once the two of them got a bit buzzed everything would go smoothly - although he didn't intend to leave the bar without dancing first. That was obvious, at least for him.

[Guest Eornostlice]

That bit of information was welcomed. If he had any doubts about the younger man's orintation at this point, they were dismissed. He could somehow picture the cute image of two young boy in their teens, finally old enough to step into the place just having a good time. He was probably like that too, but it felt long ago.

 

"Twenty-four?" The question was answered with a question, a chuckle escaping Samuel's mouth. Oh God. It was not the first time it had happened, especially given his 'baby fave' but it did not fail to amuse him each and every time. "You are twenty right? I have seen it on your papers. I am either years older though. Getting twenty-nine later this year." He wondered if it was off-putting, but he did not feel the need to lie. It was only a date and at least in his book, lying on a date was already a red flag. "Surprised?"

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Oliver's lips parted in slight surprise when he heard the actual age of Samuel. Given his position, it was to be expected, but God... He really looked way younger. "A little." He replied with a laugh, amused with the new-found information. He was always drawn to older men, of course... This wasn't that big of a shocker in the end. "Somehow I always end up fancying men that are older than me." Oliver grinned, resting his head against his palm as he looked at his date, a flirty smile playing on his face.

 

"You've got to share your secret with me, though. How do you look so good? Do you bathe in the blood of virgins?" He asked with a laugh, glancing to the side as their drinks were brought to them. He took one glass for himself, pushing the other towards Sam. "If so, I'll have to disappoint you. My blood won't be any good to you." Oliver joked as he brought the glass to his lips, giving one more flirty smile. "Cheers."

[Guest Eornostlice]

Something about the boy's lack of restraints when talking was found appealing by Sam. It was quirky yet oddly adorable- at least in his eyes- so he did not even attempt to hide his laughter as he traced a long slim finger along the rim of his glass. "Sadly blood is not exactly part of my interests to begin with. I am a vanilla type of person more than anything." His words bordered on sexual jokes, his own caution thrown to the wind. If his adorable date was comfortable enough with it, he clearly was not going to shy away, despite being a fan of taking everything slow.

 

"Cheers." The older man picked up his own glass, truthfully curious about the highly praised drink, tastefully taking a fairly big sip, the alcohol burning its way down with sweetness. The taste was nostalgic. "Oh you are right. The cosmo is not bad at all." On the other hand, there was another thing he had realized: the drink containing vodka was fairly strong. There would probably be no chance of them not getting at least tipsy if not plain drunk.

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Oliver's head tilted back slightly with a warm laugh. He was really enjoying himself, Sam was so much fun to just be around with. He grinned as the drink was praised, tilting his head to the side slightly. "Told you." He chuckled, leaning against the counter comfortably. His gaze trailed over his date, tongue peeking out for a couple moments to lightly lick at his lips. He was curious to see how the other would act when drunk... He said he was a vanilla kind of person, but alcohol sometimes brought out the most unexpected sides of a person.

 

"I want to dance." Oliver decided suddenly, downing the rest of his drink before slipping off the chair, smiling flirtatiously at Sam. "Come on... Let's have some fun." He grinned, placing one hand on his round hip, his cheeks beginning to flush the slightest bit. Both the heat in the club and the alcohol were getting to him slowly but surely. He wanted to forget any worries that he had... He wanted to just enjoy himself tonight.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Seeing as how the boy was determined, it only took one more glance at the glass for Sam to make up his mind. It was fine, he needed this. By now he was sure where the night was heading and he needed to let himself go a bit loose. This was an opportunity to remember what fun tasted like, and he wouldn't have to worry about anything in the morning. It was truly fine. Just like the youth, he downed his drink in one smooth motion. It was fine.

 

"I'll see if I still have it in me." His usually kind smile was replaced by a more charming and playful one as he slid off his seat, teasingly wrapping an arm around the boy himself, his palm pressed to his lower back. A bold move which was mostly initiated due to the alcohol, but a move nonetheless. "If not, I would request of you to teach me a thing of two." He gently pulled the smaller body closer, against himself. Then it was gone. The hand and the contact were both gone as the older man stepped away with the same smile in place, making his way towards the dance floor for his little date to hopefully follow.

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Oliver's heart fluttered in excitement as an arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to the other's body. He grinned back up at Sam, pushing lightly into his body as well. "I'll be glad to do so." He chuckled, a tad disappointed as he was let go so suddenly. That wouldn't last for long. He trailed after his date, guiding him towards the center of the dance floor, his hips beginning to sway with the music. He always felt at home when he went out clubbing.

 

Looking up at the older man, Oliver's lips stretched out into a playful, flirty smile. He moved in close, starting to grind himself lightly against Samuel's hips. It was obvious where he intended for this night to end. He reached up, pulling Samuel's head down, moving his lips to his ear. "Tonight I'm all yours." The simple sentence carried many meanings, but one in particular made itself clear as he moved his mouth to press a kiss to the other's lips instead. Tangling one hand into his hair, he let himself drown in the kiss, tasting Sam's lips as if they were the sweetest fruit he'd ever tasted.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Dancing was clearly not the main objective of any of the men, yet Sam found himself just going with the flow, allowing his body to move to the rythm, betraying his fun-loving self, especially with the drink having already gotten to his head. So to say he was surprised when his little date decided to whisper such inviting sentence into his ear would have been a lie. The only surprise was the bold kiss. Was he running out of patience?

 

Sam ended up stiffling his chuckle, his arms wrapping around the boy's body once more, sliding down from his lower back to his ass, giving it a pinch with newfound confidence as he reciprocated the attack on the his lips, determined to absolutely devour them. Something about the entire act was simply intoxicating so he was in no rush to break it off, taking his time to knead their lips together until Oliver's own turned a pretty shade of red, even then parting with reluctance.

 

"You sure you know what you are getting yourself into, honey?"

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Oliver let out an utterly delighted little moan when his ass was pinched. He loved feeling Sam getting into this just as much as he was. Gods... Their kiss went on forever. He could feel his lips getting bruised until the point of turning red. He found it a little bit hard to breathe when they finally parted. Gasping for air, Oliver looked up at the older man in absolute awe. "I can't wait to find out." He replied with a cheeky smile, one hand slithering down to gently squeeze Samuel's bulge. "Oh... I truly can't wait to see more of you." The man laughed, pressing up against his body.

 

"Do you want to stick around here some more or should we leave and have fun instead?" He asked with the same cheeky grin, slowly kneading his hand into his groin. Oliver was clearly not shy in any way. If anything, he was the opposite of that. He probably wouldn't have minded being fucked right there, out in the open. Hell, he'd always been quite the exhibitionist. He knew the internet was full of his pictures - most of which he wouldn't show his friends, even... For Samuel, though, he wouldn't mind revealing it all.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Oh lord. His teasing was only met with more teasing and he was actually too out of it to care when compared to his usual careful self. The boy had the face of a mild happy puppy and the temperament of a hungry lion yet Sam enjoyed that mix more than he hoped he would. It was adorable and simultaneously a turn on.

 

The question was all the more amusing considering Oliver's inappropriate ministrations. Not that he was complaining but the preferred answer was made obvious. "Let's get out of here honey, you seem impatient. Any specific place in mind?" Giving him another encouraging squeeze seemed the way to go, barely resisting the temptation of slipping his hands inside the tight fabric to get a proper feel.

 

Samuel pulled away, not wanting the first date to take such a wild turn, only due to respect for the boy. Such a puppy would be someone he'd make sure to ask for a second so as a person with a romantic tendency, he did have quite a few limits. "I'll touch you all you like and let you do all you want once we get there alright?"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Oliver's lips parted with a gleeful laugh as Samuel encouraged him to get out. The squeeze to his ass only added to his ever growing lust, too. "I don't live too far away from here, so if you don't mind..." He trailed off, letting his hand linger on Sam's groin for a couple more seconds before actually allowing him to pull back. The man bit down on his plump lip, looking over his manager as if he was a predator, observing his newest prey. In a way, that was their situation... After all, what Oliver was mostly after was money.

 

Oliver chuckled, shaking his head slightly in amusement at the next words coming from Sam. "You're... Actually kind of cute with all your caring. I wouldn't mind stripping down for you in the bathroom here." He grinned, winking at his date. "But, sure... I'll wait. I don't mind. It only makes the end result more worth it." Oliver exhaled, carefully leading Samuel through the crowd of people towards the exit.

 

God knew he wasn't ready to wait so long for sex without some sort of foreplay. "While we're getting there, why don't you tell me all about what you want to do to me? Any fantasies you'd like to make come true? I'm open to whatever you want..." Oliver smiled cheekily, pressing up close to Samuel's body. He knew that some men suppressed their darkest fantasies, but most of the time all it took for them to come out was a little bit of alcohol and the right person - and if needed, Oliver had plenty of alcohol in his apartment.