Welcome to my Hood, Damian.

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“Sure you will have time to spare around here?” Damian didn’t add in that he was technically capable of protecting his fellow employees once work was finished. It was just usually awkward considering his body’s state and tiredness after hosting. He moves to lean against the hands against his body, head bowing in a small show of coyness. “And you get your own personal room, rubbers and all.” He chuckles, nails lightly raking down the older man’s back.

“Rubbers? You’ll make me use them?” His fingers traced the others back as he leaned in to whisper “Your dear, big brother?” A deep growl rumbled his chest as the nails dragged down his back. “I”ll have time to spare.” he assured, He knew the other could care for it- but with his line of work it wasn’t out of the way. 

“Mmn,” he answers softly. His hands move to rest against the small of Jason’s back and Damian pressed forward, body rocking against him very subtly. He has a very knowing smile on his face, eyes narrowing slightly. When he speaks, his words are laced with amusement and lust. “I will have other customers, Todd. What will I say when they realize you already filled me?” 

Welcome to my Hood, Damian.

goodbirdgonehood:

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-He quirks a brow at him before moving to stand closer to him, arms crossed. Damian would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t feeling a little nostalgic. It had been quite a while he had meet his lovers—the ones that he had once called his. Unfortunately, time made it so that distance widen and spread. Yet, the young man still had a very soft spot for Jason. His first true lover had been one, after all.-

Direct line? Like a number? 

Jason nodded pulling a card from his breast pocket. “Numbers on the back. Cell phone.” He faced him once more and furrowed his brow. “Mind giving me a first hand show of what you do here?”

Damian takes the offered card, flicking it to the back so he can quickly study the numbers and commit them to memory. He then stuffs it into the back of his pants, lips curling into a smirk at Jason’s request. “Do you have someone waiting at home for you, Todd? My ‘services’ are usually for the lonely men.”

“Single man, no dog, slow night, ripped stitches and lookin’ for a place to relax and kick it.” Jason replied and reciprocated the smirk. “Now you have me curious of just what your services include.”

“What do you think they include? I can tell you this much—I am expensive,” he wiggled his brows playfully. The young man steps a little closer, one hand dragging up before resting against the back of Jason’s head. He tugs lightly at the strands brushing against his fingers. “Though I don’t mind waiving the fee if you can make it worth it.” 

“Piece of mind ain’t enough for ya’?” he teased and nodded “You charge me what you feel after our little session, then.” he grinned “Drug lords do seem to have an….endless supply of income.” Jason growled at the touches pleasantly. 

Damian smirks, the expression meant to be as arrogant and cocky as it is. “Income is one way to say it. Well, I don’t mind. You are taking care of a problem for me,” he mutters out. The young man then finds himself indulging himself, stepping closer and leaning forward so he can place a sharp nip to Jason’s jaw. “And I’m sure the rest of the boys will appreciate the lack of thugs tonight.”

“And every night. Maybe I’m thinking about offering the club protection.” Jason continued to tease the other, he would provide it either way. The nip sent a shiver down his spine, pleasurable compared to the rough and hollow pain of earlier. “Now- Do we get a room- or do I have to share my show?” Hands slid down Damians sides. 

“Sure you will have time to spare around here?” Damian didn’t add in that he was technically capable of protecting his fellow employees once work was finished. It was just usually awkward considering his body’s state and tiredness after hosting. He moves to lean against the hands against his body, head bowing in a small show of coyness. “And you get your own personal room, rubbers and all.” He chuckles, nails lightly raking down the older man’s back.

Welcome to my Hood, Damian.

goodbirdgonehood:

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-He quirks a brow at him before moving to stand closer to him, arms crossed. Damian would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t feeling a little nostalgic. It had been quite a while he had meet his lovers—the ones that he had once called his. Unfortunately, time made it so that distance widen and spread. Yet, the young man still had a very soft spot for Jason. His first true lover had been one, after all.-

Direct line? Like a number? 

Jason nodded pulling a card from his breast pocket. “Numbers on the back. Cell phone.” He faced him once more and furrowed his brow. “Mind giving me a first hand show of what you do here?”

Damian takes the offered card, flicking it to the back so he can quickly study the numbers and commit them to memory. He then stuffs it into the back of his pants, lips curling into a smirk at Jason’s request. “Do you have someone waiting at home for you, Todd? My ‘services’ are usually for the lonely men.”

“Single man, no dog, slow night, ripped stitches and lookin’ for a place to relax and kick it.” Jason replied and reciprocated the smirk. “Now you have me curious of just what your services include.”

“What do you think they include? I can tell you this much—I am expensive,” he wiggled his brows playfully. The young man steps a little closer, one hand dragging up before resting against the back of Jason’s head. He tugs lightly at the strands brushing against his fingers. “Though I don’t mind waiving the fee if you can make it worth it.” 

“Piece of mind ain’t enough for ya’?” he teased and nodded “You charge me what you feel after our little session, then.” he grinned “Drug lords do seem to have an….endless supply of income.” Jason growled at the touches pleasantly. 

Damian smirks, the expression meant to be as arrogant and cocky as it is. “Income is one way to say it. Well, I don’t mind. You are taking care of a problem for me,” he mutters out. The young man then finds himself indulging himself, stepping closer and leaning forward so he can place a sharp nip to Jason’s jaw. “And I’m sure the rest of the boys will appreciate the lack of thugs tonight.”

Welcome to my Hood, Damian.

goodbirdgonehood:

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-He quirks a brow at him before moving to stand closer to him, arms crossed. Damian would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t feeling a little nostalgic. It had been quite a while he had meet his lovers—the ones that he had once called his. Unfortunately, time made it so that distance widen and spread. Yet, the young man still had a very soft spot for Jason. His first true lover had been one, after all.-

Direct line? Like a number? 

Jason nodded pulling a card from his breast pocket. “Numbers on the back. Cell phone.” He faced him once more and furrowed his brow. “Mind giving me a first hand show of what you do here?”

Damian takes the offered card, flicking it to the back so he can quickly study the numbers and commit them to memory. He then stuffs it into the back of his pants, lips curling into a smirk at Jason’s request. “Do you have someone waiting at home for you, Todd? My ‘services’ are usually for the lonely men.”

“Single man, no dog, slow night, ripped stitches and lookin’ for a place to relax and kick it.” Jason replied and reciprocated the smirk. “Now you have me curious of just what your services include.”

“What do you think they include? I can tell you this much—I am expensive,” he wiggled his brows playfully. The young man steps a little closer, one hand dragging up before resting against the back of Jason’s head. He tugs lightly at the strands brushing against his fingers. “Though I don’t mind waiving the fee if you can make it worth it.” 

redlilith:

glorious light and muscle tension. this reminds me I need to explore ny fellow male subs

Struggling Captive by *contorted4life

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Stay.

Welcome to my Hood, Damian.

goodbirdgonehood:

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-He quirks a brow at him before moving to stand closer to him, arms crossed. Damian would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t feeling a little nostalgic. It had been quite a while he had meet his lovers—the ones that he had once called his. Unfortunately, time made it so that distance widen and spread. Yet, the young man still had a very soft spot for Jason. His first true lover had been one, after all.-

Direct line? Like a number? 

Jason nodded pulling a card from his breast pocket. “Numbers on the back. Cell phone.” He faced him once more and furrowed his brow. “Mind giving me a first hand show of what you do here?”

Damian takes the offered card, flicking it to the back so he can quickly study the numbers and commit them to memory. He then stuffs it into the back of his pants, lips curling into a smirk at Jason’s request. “Do you have someone waiting at home for you, Todd? My ‘services’ are usually for the lonely men.”

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Welcome to my Hood, Damian.

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goodbirdgonehood:

Alright. So fill me in.

-Motions him toward the small little shop that hid the host club he decided to take part in.- This is the social ‘club’ for those with different and more expensive taste. -Points to the alley.- Over there is the alley where they usually are.

What are they doing to the boys?

Bothering them, mostly. Nothing else but we both know how easily that can change into violence. Particularly when they have certain thoughts in mind for others. -Damian leaned against the wall of the club, arms crossing.- 

They have voiced their intentions enough, at the very least. The boys are scared at the very least and rightly so. -Damian glances at Jason from the corner of his eyes.- Imagine. Late at night, only one or two buses that still run, and a group of men that have already jeered and mocked you for several nights.

I got it. /Jason nods/ I’ll deal with them. You have direct line to me so if they do it again - the brainless sack of shit is going to be left as an example less than an hour later. Consider it over with. 

-He quirks a brow at him before moving to stand closer to him, arms crossed. Damian would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t feeling a little nostalgic. It had been quite a while he had meet his lovers—the ones that he had once called his. Unfortunately, time made it so that distance widen and spread. Yet, the young man still had a very soft spot for Jason. His first true lover had been one, after all.-

Direct line? Like a number?