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[18:11] Anton Morar sees if he can't suck a bruise into Addison's shoulder.
[18:12] Addison Clarke groans something fiercely sexual.
[18:15] Addison Clarke pushes Anton back against a wall, hands around his throat while his lips seize the other's in a slow, sensuous kiss.
[18:17] Anton Morar immediately presses into the hold and kiss, tongue briefly appearing for a taste before his teeth catch on a lip to tug.
[18:23] Addison Clarke knocks their foreheads together while his lips are caught betwixt teeth, eyes fluttering shut when he gives Anton's neck a squeeze - not too powerful, mind you, but enough for him to feel the pulse which indicated the man was still living.
[18:26] Anton Morar follows suit and closes his eyes, keeping busy with lightly biting and sucking on the boy's lower lip before finally releasing it. Gives a low sound very near to a growl, vibrating up against those hands and the other's mouth right as he pushes in to initiate another hungry kiss.
[18:34] Addison Clarke leans into the man as lips and tongue collide, pink muscle spearing in and out of Anton's mouth both in order to spread saliva and to garner a taste of the man. Between kisses and swapping spit, Addison makes use of his hold on Anton to persuade him off and away of the wall, taking his place. Inked hands withdraw from the man's neck, one being placed upon a shoulder instead as Clarke exerts a downward force against Anton, molten amber eyes open once more and lock their gaze upon their lover. "Get on your knees," Addison all but grunts, free hand locating the button at the front of his jeans and popping them open.
[18:38] Anton Morar needs very little persuasion to do as the other wants, more than happy to follow along if it means getting Addison up against the wall. Moves to grab the other's throat in response, but pauses, that push and command bringing his brows up before a grin finds his lips. Without question or hesitation he lowers right down onto one knee, then the other, briefly watching inked fingers work until the button popped and he could glance back up at the young heir. Rather than immediately helping with the task, his own large hands smooth against the other's legs, working their way slowly up the sides until he can actually slip them beneath Addison's shirt for a feel of smooth skin. "Yes, boss?"
[18:51] Addison Clarke is oh so grateful for Anton's obedience; it makes quelling that rabid hunger and carnal desire all the more simple. Morar's digits ignite a flame wherever they manage to touch, comparable to the fever pitch sitting low in his stomach. The sight of Anton down on his knees is a beauteous one, enough to prompt the bulge readily apparent in Addison's jeans to strain against denim. Without the slightest hint of elegance or subtlety, Clarke pulls his jeans downward until they're hugging his thighs, no longer compromising the tent in his boxers - in fact, it's managed to slide straight out the slit of his underwear, cock standing tall, its thick length slapping up against his stomach with an audible smack. "Instructions not necessary," Addison quips in response, eyes glossy as he takes Anton's tie in hand and tugs him closer in case he really does need a hint to follow.
[18:59] Anton Morar can't begin to explain the kind of effect it has on him when the boy falls into a mood like this, oddly pleased to let him take the lead and command as he sees fit. As much as he enjoys the painfully gorgeous face of the younger male's, he can't help but to drop his focus down as inked fingers shift, watching as denim slipped away to reveal what his newly appointed task was. Addison's right about not needing instructions, though for the sake of the build up, he's slow with his movements, even after the tug to his tie. Up his hands go, one lifting high enough to push the boy's shirt out of his way for a peek at the beautifully smooth skin below, but it only holds his focus for a moment. Soon after, he finally leans in, eyes fixing up on Addison's face to watch every little change in expression as his tongue presses to the underside of that thick length, dragging slowly from base to tip in one movement.
[19:13] Addison Clarke may not always be so inclined to take charge, but every now and again a certain wickedness accumulates in his bones and this was his only means of purging. Down on his knees, Anton is a sight for sore eyes, and fortunately for the heir apparent, his role in all of this means he need not break eye contact. A shudder takes place as Anton brushes his fingers over the smooth flesh of his abdomen, knowing the touch was just a proxy for something more to come - and when that tongue finally graces the heavy length of his uncut cock, Addison's lips draw tightly together. Along the underside of his cock is the large, sensitive bulge all men have in common, and being grazed by the pink, wet muscle forces his shaft to throb and kick in tune with his heartbeat. While he's got plenty of clever things to snipe Anton about, he figures that words, like instructions, too are unnecessary in this situation, so he instead fills the silence with the sounds of steadily rising breaths as all the blood in his body manages to rush to not one but both heads at once.

[19:26] Anton Morar: The shudder that runs through the young heir is exactly the kind of response he was looking for and with the boy's lack of smart comment, he could only believe something was being done just right, so he kept it up. With one hand, he kept the material of Addison's shirt held up, an act that was done solely for his own viewing pleasures in those brief moments he allowed his eyes to stray from that beautiful face. The other hand took to touching here and there, letting rough fingertips brush just teasingly over a nipple before dropping away entirely, instead coming to wrap around the base of the other's thick cock. A slow pull of his hand forward to bring that excess skin up and Anton tipped in head in, briefly capturing that between his lips to softly suck at before anything else. It only lasted a few moments - just barely a tease - then he released it, tongue dipping in for a slow drag along the head of the boy's cock soon after.

"Is this the sort of thing you were looking for, boss?" The words come out a little heavier than he intended and accented far more than his normal speech, providing a little hint of just how lost he was in the other male.[19:48] Addison Clarke sucks on his teeth the moment Anton tends to his foreskin, the attentions enough to force his eyes shut when followed up with a swipe of tongue against the sensitive crown of his length. He bristles in light of Anton's words; accented or not, the man's voice had a sway over him he never quite understood. It's enough to cause his cock to swell that last mile, reaching a steely hardness worlds different when compared to its spongy texture at rest. His shaft continues to kick and throb in the man's hold, a testament to both Addison's vigor and his fixation on Anton; sometimes he could scarcely believe they were capable of being near one another without fucking like rabbits. Anton's questions are met with a smirk, eyes opening once more as he seizes his lover's gaze in his own. "More or less," he mumbles lowly, voice made hoarse and deeper than usual as he fights the urge to just selfishly fuck Anton's face like they were strangers. Addison releases the man's tie and grabs a handful of dark hair instead to assert his control. "Now go on, Anton. Suck my cock."
[19:59] Anton Morar: As it was with every intimate moment before, the look on Addison's face of pure pleasure was immediately burned into his memory. He had come to live for those looks and, more importantly than that, being the one to bring them out of the young heir. It was a skill he prided himself on and had absolutely no shame in putting to good use. All he needed was those words, spoken in a voice that sent a shudder down his spine, then he really went about the job before him. His eyes fell from Addison's face, dropping down the length of his body, then finally settling on the flesh held in his hand as it twitched and throbbed for him. Once again he moved his hand slowly, pumping down to draw the boy's foreskin back before finally taking the head into his mouth. Lips instantly sealed around sensitive flesh, keeping his focus there for a moment with that soft suction and the teasing strokes of his tongue over the slit. At the same time, the hand holding Addison's shirt let go, instead moving to grab for the boy's free hand so he could bring it to his hair with the other one, encouraging a tight hold from those inked fingers as he worked. Down here, he was a slave to the boy, ready to do whatever the other wished of him, and he had no issues prodding the heir into taking full advantage of it while he could.
[20:39] Addison Clarke can already feel that familiar knot of pressure in the pit of his stomach, balls drawing up against his body as they churn and amass a virile load in tandem with Anton suckling upon steely cock. His body didn't need much convincing to realize what was needed of it, and so when Anton pairs his hands together in dark hair, Addison responds in kind, coiling his fingers within the thick locks. Their communication was as much spoken as it was silence, and the redirection of hands alone clued in Addison as to what his bodyguard was craving - and what gentleman skips over the needs of a proper servant? "As you will," the heir whispers to his kneeling admirer, fists suddenly balling in Anton's hair. Without another word, Addison bucks his hips forward, shoving inch upon inch of his throbbing mast into the warm, wet and ludicrously sinful depths of Anton's mouth, eliciting a grunt from Clarke as his cock is surrounded on all sides by velvety texture and radiating heat. That thrust is the first of many as he sets the pace for a lurid facefuck, drawing back and shoving forward with as much elegance as an Elephant. Unlike most men who pretend they have the sexual prowess of a hundred-year tiger in the midst of heat, Addison can't quite maintain the rhythm seamlessly - there's a stutter in his hips here, a shallow thrust there, but his rigorous enthusiasm coupled with how he forcefully slams Anton forward onto his cock with each stroke might make up for it. "Oh, fuck, baby."