LOGIN[RABBIT] He hadn’t given it much thought to be honest. He liked the Hawk-Man person enough to seduce him some weeks ago but now that he had sex with his professor would he still hold feelings for Hawk-Man? “Rabbit, look how low you’ve fallen, falling for two men.” “Quit mopping and help me lift this!” Sky pushed past him to lift a crate of wine unto its stack, “you chose to work extra time, don’t waste it standing there” Rabbit nodded and peeled off his mask, tied his slit gown up and crouched to help Sky. The past week had been hell. Between him healing from his father’s beating, Noah’s intense bedding and working extra time at the club while searching for part time jobs ti fill in the job at the diner he had lost, thanks to a certain someone. “I can’t believe that bastard got you fired,” his friend started, “Same.” “On the bright side, you got good dick.” Sky winked. “Oh gods, please stop.” “Heh but for real, that was such an asshole move! His mother should have
[RABBIT] Rabbit woke slowly. For a few blissful seconds, he didn’t know where he was. Heck he couldn’t see where he was. He reached for his glasses but instead the cool feel of a glass cup met his fingers, “Huh?” He sat upright, a sharp pain spread down his lower back not to mention the slightly sore feeling between his legs. Did he have sex with Chris again? The mattress beneath him was far too soft from the one Chris had in his house. The blankets smelled faintly of cedarwood, not the strong nauseous scent of that Axe perfume. A small sound escaped him as he stretched beneath the blanket. His eyes fluttered open. Squinting as he scrambled for his glasses, which he finally found folded at the far edge of his bedside table. A unfamiliar ceiling stared back. Rabbit blinked. Once. Twice. … His eyes darted around, this room structure didn’t belong to him or to Chris! His entire body froze. His head throbbed. “Oh gods.” Memory struck like a frei
The air in the bedroom hung thick with the scent of musk, sweat, and the heavy tang of sex. Noah’s weight pressed Rabbit deep into the mattress, his chest heaving in a way that matched the fading tremors in Rabbit’s thighs. Noah’s cock remained buried deep inside him, a thick, pulsing presence that filled Rabbit to the edge of discomfort and absolute satisfaction. After Noah had murmured something into his face, everything else was a spiral of sweet bliss. One moment he was recovering from a mind numbing orgasm on the wine counter, the next, he was being fucked into a bed so soft he practically melted into it. Rabbit's eyes rolled back, his fingers digging into the skin of his back. "Oh, fuck," he cried out. "It feels so good, Professor." Noah groaned, a low vibration that Rabbit felt in his own spine. He pulled back slowly, the sound of his exit a wet ‘pop’ as the seal of their bodies broke. A string of translucent cum and lube trailed from Rabbit’s flushed entrance, glisteni
Noah didn’t answer immediately. The silence that followed was thick, heavy with a sudden, electric charge that seemed to vibrate in the small space between them. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he let the bottle linger in the air, his gaze shifting from the label to Rabbit’s face, before placing the bottle in his hands. Honestly he had to check twice if it was from Rabbit’s mouth those words had come out. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. This was rather interesting. And dangerous. And lately, he had been on a streak of dangerous. Now here he was standing in front of his star student , who was asking him if he has had sexual experience with a man. Noah’s eyes were dark, calculating, and devoid of the professional detachment he usually wore. He stepped closer—one slow, deliberate movement that invaded Rabbit’s personal space completely, forcing the younger man back against the edge of the counter. The scent of sandalwood and something metallic, like old rain, enveloped
[RABBIT] “Alright, if you’re having trouble understanding anything, I’m a phone and e-mail away” Rabbit concluded the class, a slight headache had began to develop. “Thank you Mr Rabbit” The freshmen waved as they poured out of the class, “You’re welcome.” He checked the time on his phone, it was a little late past 5. “Shit!” He had to go before visiting hours were over. Rabbit quickly tossed his books into his bag and dashed outside. Hailing a taxi before it sped past him, “Thompson’s” The driver gave him a small once over before nodding and driving off. It was a ten minutes drive so it didn’t really take long for him to arrive at Thompson Rehabilitation Home. One of the nurses who knew him yelled a whimsical “hello” before going back to wheeling a patient away. She didn’t bother asking him to sign or state who he was coming to see. The pungent smell of antiseptic and air freshener made Rabbit nauseous but he held it in anyway. Left. Down the hallway. Le
[RABBIT] Monday morning felt unreal. For the first time in weeks, Rabbit woke up before his alarm. Not because panic dragged him out of sleep or because his body hurt too badly to stay in bed. Not because he had fallen asleep in yesterday’s clothes with unfinished assignments stuck to his chest. No. He woke because sunlight was touching his face. And because his body had actually rested. Rabbit stared blankly at the ceiling above him for several long seconds, still tangled in his blankets. His mind felt oddly quiet. Not empty exactly—just…lighter. His alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. Slowly, he reached toward his phone on the bedside table. 6:42AM. “…what?” Rabbit blinked at the screen like it had personally betrayed him. He had slept. Properly. Not three hours. Not broken sleep interrupted by work messages, projects, assignments, or panic spirals. Actual sleep. His body practically purred beneath the blankets. And immediately afterward came the memo
[RABBIT] Monday came faster than expected. “Weekends are for meeting deadlines…Monday is for making sure I’m not dead” he groaned and made his way to the bathroom. Although his classes didn’t start until afternoon, he had to prepare for this morning shift by 8AM at a diner uptown. He rinsed
[NYX] The night came to an end sooner than he expected. A soft yet thick scent stuck to him as he washed off his makeup and tore his costume off. Skyler had placed bottles of water next to the toilet to wash his mouth and face after emptying his insides. He pulled at his bottom lip, his mind g
[NYX] “…shit,” he muttered under his breath. He set the tray down a little harder than intended, fingers tightening against the polished surface before he forced them to relax. Get it together. “You good?” Skyler’s voice came from the side, casual but observant. Nyx didn’t turn immediate
[NOAH] The curtain shifted again and a small group emerged alongside Nyx. Two more hosts, dressed in variations of silk and lace, masks gleaming under the low light. Brandon’s eyes lit up. “Oh, now this is what I was talking about.” Noah’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly did you order?” Hart







