Angus Thongs Robbie Novels & Stories

Liesa turned around with a polite, professional smile already prepared. “Mr. Romano, you—” Liesa began. The rest of the sentence died in her throat. Liesa froze. Angus had walked out wearing only a towel. The towel hung loosely around his hips, barely secured over his sharp hipbones. His abdomen was tight and defined, holding quiet strength. His hair was still wet. Droplets slid down Angus’s sharp jawline, then traced along his collarbone. They ran across his chest and abs before disappearing beneath the edge of the towel.

“Maybe we just need to beef up the insulation.” Since we don’t know how long we’ll be alone, Rob doesn’t bother removing the rest of his clothes, just unfastens and eases his jeans low enough on his hips to expose his generous member, angling it into me. The hot length of him stretching me open tears a shuddering moan from me as we fuse. It gets louder and more desperate as Rob shifts both my ankles up around his neck, locking them in place with his corded forearms tight around my thighs, then surges into me with furious, relentless thrusts.

I couldn't help but close my eyes, barely noticing as I was picked up and carried away as well. I woke with a start, my heart practically leaping from my chest as I bent over, my stomach threatening to spill all over my lap. I was slumped against a stone wall, my legs sprawled out in front of me. My legs were tingling painfully as I tried to move them. "Where the f*ck—" I saw Robbie slumped in a similar position, dressed in an odd shirt and matching pants made of what looked like coarse, homespun fabric. I looked down, seeing the same fabric on my own body, my arm wrapped in a makeshift sling.

Umawang ang bibig ko ng sabay na humarap ang dalawang lalaking walang kapintasang mababakas dahil sa mga nakahuhumaling nilang itsura. Gideon Xrus Mañejas is so hot with his black tuxedo, he's now showing his signature grin and the reflection of the diamond earring on his left ear is giving him a bad boy aura that will definitely hook you. Damn! I couldn't help but to swallowed hard. On the other side is another handsome man wearing suit with blue necktie. He's probably the man named Robi. Ano ba bakit ba ang ga-gwapo nilang mag kakaibigan? This should be illegal!

"I'm tired of seeing you in those skirts and long dresses. Even your sleeping thing is a gown. I want you to mix it up." My first time wearing jeans too. Kill me now. *** At ten on the dot, Robbie arrived. His hair had been tamed into something close to a slicked-back style, though a few rebellious strands curled loose, softening the look. He hadn't dressed up, at least not in the dramatic way Ms. Daisy had pressured me to. Just a clean shirt, dark jeans, and that same confident posture he always carried—like he belonged anywhere he walked. "Hello," Robbie said, his eyes flicking down and back up. "Nice pants."

Across the deck, under a rustic awning of white fabric on tall wooden supports, all decked with blue, red and white flowers, the red party waited: Jim Robinson right under the awning, with his brother and Liam McDonnell, No Return’s other guitarist, to his right. They wore Renaissance white shirts with long bag sleeves and laces sprouting from cuffs and collars. Black leather vests, down to their thighs, and broad red sashes hanging from their left shoulder across their chest, black trousers and high leather boots. Long red cloaks covered their right shoulder, falling all the way to brush the top of their boots. Liam McDonnell held a vertical red banner trimmed in gold, with a big golden su

She passed the bottle to Bobbi. “Now that we’re good, I’m going to change out of this sneakin’ suit,” Anthony said. “It’s hot as fuck.” Everyone chuckled. “Maybe I should have gotten glasses,” Aaron said. “I want to make a toast.” “Well, go get them,” Anthony said and took his shirt off. His chest was smooth like melted chocolate, and it had slight muscle definition. Margo cut on the stereo as Aaron got the glasses. Hip-hop hummed through the speakers.

However, Angus relied on his AB shoes' metal outer coverings to step on the compressed air blades. "The right to oversee Themeise belongs to me alone." Angus emanated a fierce red aura. *Clang!* *SlaSH!* *BASH* Angus kicked Gabrielle's saber down and lifted his red-blazed leg to strike. Gabrielle spun herself diagonally in the air, raising her AB Saber to counter Angus's shin strike. But the force behind Angus's blow was overwhelming, overpowering Gabrielle and causing her to be pushed back. [Angus' Damage Absorption Threshold: 53% >> 44%]

By the middle of the afternoon, I was looking at the way Angus filled out that black T-shirt I had lent him, and wondering how hard it would be to get him out of it. Maybe a little wild monkey sex with a cute FBI agent would be just the ticket to melt away my blues. That was stupid, though. I stood up. “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me if any crazy Russian killers come to the door.” Angus looked up from his computer. “Will do,” he said and then went back to work.

Baby Robbie teased him, saying, “With that icy-cold devil-like face of yours? It’s giving me goosebumps.” Jens furrowed his brows. “What on earth are you wearing? Why are you wearing such an alluring color? Is that appropriate for a man your size?” Baby Robbie blurted out, “I’m wearing this to celebrate your big day. What an unappreciative tool, you are!” Then, Baby Robbie walked up to Angeline and took her hand, saying with a coy and childish tone, “Mommy, why didn’t you get me new clothes as well?”