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Brian moans, really moans, when Cherry's tongue darts out to touch the tip of his cock. He only gets louder when Cherry starts to lick up and down his length, fingers curling and uncurling slowly into fists by his sides. "Fuck, y-you're good..." he gasps out. It's all he can do not to touch Cherry, but somehow he manages. His arms do jerk for a moment, though, when Cherry begins to suck his length in earnest. The lewd sounds that Cherry makes combined with the wetness and suction stimulate Brian almost to the point of overload, and he finds himself shifting back and forth in his seat, body growing slick with sweat. "Gah... you're incredible..." He means it, too. It's already a struggle not to cum, and he's pretty sure that he won't be able to last much longer, especially if Cherry pulls out some other trick.

Brian laughs in good humor. "Have it your way! I'll lean back and enjoy the fun, then." His grin lasts right up until Cherry starts licking up and down the underside of his shaft; very quickly, his expression changes to a mix of shock and pleasure. "Oh, um, all right... hmm..." He obviously hadn't been expecting Cherry's ministrations to be quite this good, and when Cherry starts to play with his balls his mouth opens in an involuntary gasp. "Fuck... That's good, Cherry!" It takes all he has not to use his hands to help Cherry jerk him off so expertly, but somehow he manages. Brian is in a world of bliss, though he maintains enough presence of mind to keep his orgasm at bay. He wants more of this first.

Brian hums contentedly when Cherry starts to kiss up his cock. His hand caresses Cherry's hair gently while the staff member rubs Brian's erection against his face. "Payback, hmm? I don't recall doing anything you didn't thoroughly enjoy~ Still, if you want revenge, then who am I to deny you?" His grip tightens a bit when Cherry began to bob his head along his length, leaving streaks of fluorescent pink color behind. Cherry's mouth feels wonderful around him, warm and tight even at this early stage. "Good, Cherry," he murmurs. "Very good. I do so love to see people working hard at things they enjoy." He gives a gentle push to the back of Cherry's head, more of a suggestion than a command. There's no need to move too quickly, after all.

Cherry's cum splashes warmly down Brian's throat and he hums lightly around the pulsing cock in his mouth. Years of diving help him to hold his breath as he rides out Cherry's orgasm. When he feels it starting to subside, he brings a hand around to play with the staff member's balls, milking him for every last drop. He waits for Cherry's legs to go limp around his head before slowly pushing himself off, trailing a thick strand of saliva. He undoes his newly-acquired pants as he catches his breath to reveal his own erection; as Cherry recovers, Brian gently pulls him off the table and onto the floor in front of his chair. "Now," he says with a sensual wink, running a hand almost possessively through Cherry's hair, "it's your turn."

It's all good; life always comes first .

For his part, Brian merely smiles around Cherry's dick as he bobs his head up and down. He brings his hands up to cup the smaller man's cute ass, both to enjoy groping it and to give himself better leverage for the inevitable conclusion to this interlude. Brian brings his tongue in to play as well; he caresses the sides of Cherry's shaft when it enters his mouth, and he trails it along the bottom when it exits. He keeps his pace steady and consistent until he feels Cherry begin to twitch in his mouth. Brian slides his mouth almost all the way off Cherry's cock, leaving just the head inside, then takes a deep breath and plunges the entire length into his throat. He grabs Cherry's ass tightly with one hand to help hold himself down and, with his other hand, takes one of Cherry's hands and puts it on the back of his head, giving a saucy wink.

Laughing, though not unkindly, Brian does just that. His hand jerks Cherry's rock-hard cock faster than before, not seeing any reason to hold back. "How's that? Does it feel good for you?" Brian kisses the base of Cherry's neck one more time, but this is different: instead of soft and gentle, this is rough, uncompromising, raw. Brian is done playing; he's taking what he wants, now. Suddenly, he lifts Cherry bodily and sits him on the table, facing Brian. "There's just one rule: you don't get to touch me until you start to cum. Remember that." With that he takes Cherry's dick into his mouth, sucking up and down his shaft and making sure to look him in the eyes.

Brian smiles and gives Cherry a kiss on the cheek. "Good boy." Slowly, gently, he begins to stroke Cherry's cock, taking the time to go all the way down and all the way back up with each pump. "You're so hard for me, Cherry; I'm flattered. Mmm, the things you must want me to do to you... Tell me alllll about them, then, every lewd thought and lustful fantasy." Brian brings his other hand down to caress Cherry's balls. He touches them softly with his fingertips, feeling every detail of them. He continues to jerk Cherry off for a minute, then abruptly takes his hands away. "You see that bottle of aphrodisiacs on the bar? I want you to go take one. Go ahead, Cherry."

Cherry's constant shifting and moaning in his lap is driving Brian wild, and he can't help but grind back into the smaller man's ass, settling into a comfortable rhythm. His right hand continues to massage Cherry's cock through his shorts, more aggressively now than before. With his left hand, Brian starts to pick at the lower edge of Cherry's spandex top; slowly, he begins to work it up, first one side, then the other, gradually exposing more of his skin to the air. Just as the boy's nipples are freed, Brian stops. Then, his fingertips start to trail down Cherry's chest, down the faint ridge between his abs, down to the button of his shorts, which quickly falls undone, followed by the zipper in a single deft stroke. He wraps his hand fully around Cherry's swollen member but doesn't move it. "Now, Cherry," Brian says with a new hint of command in his voice. "Tell me what you want."

Oh, so that's the way you wanna play? Fine, we'll break out some tricks. Brian can't deny that Cherry's teasing is working - on the contrary, it's sending him into a lustful fervor. His cock, already at half-mast from the deep kiss, begins to swell further under Cherry's taut ass. The hand that was on Cherry's hip now moves to his crotch proper, massaging him almost tenderly through his shorts, just enough to stimulate but not satisfy. Brian's other hand found Cherry's thigh, sliding sensually up and down the outer surface for a few seconds before, on one upward stroke, it kept rising, the fingertips tickling the boy's side and ribs as they passed. Up and up it went, finally coming to rest just beside Cherry's neck, fingers softly moving along his collarbone in little circles. In the midst of all this, Brian leaned into the boy's ear and whispered. "Oh, Cherry. You say you aren't easy but you're already so hard, so soon! And the way you're moving in my lap... you love it, don't you? Having someone hold you, mold you like putty?" A kiss to the ear, so quick it could be mistaken for a breath. "But if you want to keep up the charade, then so be it." The next kiss is longer, and to the cheek. "I'll just have to taunt you and tease you, play with you..." One to the jaw. "...feel the way your body tells me..." This last kiss, the longest of all, went directly to Cherry's Adam's apple. "...how much you want this." David finished his monologue by gripping the outline of Cherry's cock through his shorts, just for a moment, before going back to his rubbing.

Brian matches Cherry's grin with one of his own, fingers already gently massaging the meat of the smaller man's thigh. "So that's what you're into, huh? I think that could be arranged." Suddenly, his lips are on Cherry's, his other hand snaking up the boy's back and entangling in his long hair. He plays with the stands, feeling them slip around his fingers as his fingertips grasp the back of Cherry's head, holding him firmly in place so his tongue can eagerly probe between Cherry's lips. Meanwhile, Brian's other hand has been steadily moving up Cherry's thigh, and now his palm rests on the boy's hip. Occasionally, his thumb darts down to tease at the zipper of his shorts, moving up and down the metal links for a moment before retreating as swiftly as it came. Finally, Brian breaks the kiss, slightly winded but smiling toothily nonetheless. "How's that for strong and forceful?"

Brian barked a laugh. "Yeah, I guess I came on a little strong there, sorry. I'm not quite used to all... this just yet." He smiles and offers a handshake. "Let's try this again. Hi, I'm Brian. It's nice to meet you." Remember your manners, dummy, he reminds himself. It's a hotel, not a brothel.

I have a suggestion: since this thread seems to be turning into a general discussion topic, should it be broken up into several threads? i.e. keep this one for questions and polls, then make one for announcements, one for suggestions, etc.

"Cherrybomb, eh? It suits you." Realizing he might be being a bit too forceful, Brian eases up on the pressure, opting instead to pull out a chair for Cherry at an unoccupied table. "Sorry for assuming, and the event is - was, rather - body shots. Our shot glass got distracted, as did the guests and then the staff..." He trails off, waving a hand at the very happy chaos around them. "Honestly, though, if you handle fireworks then you seem to have come to the right place anyway. Lots of sparks flying around here."

Oh, I love this place. Brian reaches out to grab the boy's shoulder and steady him, grinning a little at his flustered expression. "No apologies necessary," he says, blatantly eyeing up the newcomer. Face: cute. Abs: cute. Ass: cute. Operation: Acquire Dicc is a go. "You didn't miss the event completely, but I'm afraid you are a bit late. I trust you'll work extra hard to make up for it?" Brian doesn't give the boy a chance to respond, moving his hand from his shoulder to the middle of his back and gently steering him into the debauchery-filled snack bar. "I'm Brian, by the way. What do I call you, aside from 'cute?'" It's a clumsy line, true, but one said with confidence.

Wait, what the hell? Was that... magic? Brian isn't quite sure what Zeddicus did to clear his head, but he appreciates it all the same, giving the apparently-an-actual-freaking-wizard a grateful nod. He doesn't miss the subtle hint that Zeddicus gives him, either, but how best to act on it? He takes a look around the room; everyone seems quite content with their current partners, and he isn't that much of a heel to step on people's parties without an invitation. Still, that does raise the question... Idly, he gets up and wanders towards the entrance to the snack bar to see if anyone outside might like to join in the "festivities."

I don't know what Yuumi said to BJ, but damn if it didn't get her flustered. Brian watches Zeddicus claim Ginger, offering a quiet brofist as he returns to his seat, then turns his attention to the bar just as Toffee pulls another guest - Yukki, her name was - onto the bar as well. He's tempted to acquire some company of his own, but ultimately decides against it for the moment to avoid disrupting the very interesting show that seems to be getting started. Hopefully some of this alcohol will wear off, too. I don't think I could walk straight right now...

I love the big Linkin Park energy from these guys!

Yikes! Sounds like you had your Monday early. Take all the time you need.

Brian grins and swaggers over to Ginger. He places one hand on the unsalted side of her neck, gently using his fingertips to keep her still. A smirk splits his face before he leans in. It takes him four kisses to the redhead's neck to get all the salt, and on the fourth he gives her a quick, though light, nibble. Moving back, he downs the shot (very grateful for the use of his hands) and, hand still on Ginger's neck, takes the lime with a deep kiss. The alcohol hits just as he breaks contact, sending him reeling slightly. He lurches back to his seat as best he is able, which isn't very able at all. Oh dear. This stuff really is pote... po... strong.

Brian waits for a moment, then shrugs. "My turn then, I suppose." He isn't sure he'll win, given his competition, but on the other hand they're doing body shots off a very cute bartender; is anybody really losing here? Brian doesn't think so, and he stuffs his hands in his pockets, strolls up to the bar, and bends over to plant his tongue squarely on Ginger's stomach. He makes exaggerated slurping sounds as he licks up the salt (because he's just that special brand of vintage-quality idiot) before taking the glass in his mouth and HUP down goes the shot and damn is it good. Stuff oughta be labeled as candy he thinks, plopping the glass down and perhaps taking slightly longer than strictly necessary to retrieve the lime from Ginger's mouth. He makes it back to his seat all right, but he does have to reorient himself halfway there.

Well, here's hoping this stuff isn't as strong as the sake, Brian thinks. "Y'know, I wish we had games like this back home. Then again, if we did I probably would never have left..."

(Just a quick lunch break post, won't be replying again till this evening.) "Nah, that'll do for now. I'll definitely be coming around here pretty often, though. I'm curious to see these events in person." He punctuates this statement with perhaps the least subtle wink of all time.

He snorts. "A 'bit' out of it, yeah. Well, could you tell her the food's great, please?" He takes another large fork-full of the tuna salad to punctuate the statement.