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_{to: @yourxdemons
type: starter; club cayos}

         _{" This place never fails to amaze me. Not sure if there are others where you fight twins and the most different people. AND security who is also a client at the same time. “}

                 _{What ?? Brow quirks and the older man simply blinks for a moment, arms crossing over his chest. “I’m pretty sure no one is fighting with the twins.” Not that Derek had heard at least. “Though, I’m not security at all. I just help unofficially when it looks like Scott can use a hand. Comes with the territory of being here a long time – you get attached to the safety of the workers.” Derek would know, he’s been visiting for years.}

^{notthescarsyoucansee:}

[sms: tall, dark, and hairy]  Might actually be getting in a little early.
[sms: tall, dark, and hairy]  Mmm, don’t really have a preference.
[sms: tall, dark, and hairy]  This is all up to you.
[sms: tall, dark, and hairy]  Impress me.

_{{text: bossy bee} ;; Short notice but I can deal with it.
{text: bossy bee} ;; I’d get you the honey with the glasses but…
{text: bossy bee} ;; I at least want /some/ of your attention. I’ve got a few in mind though. You’ll like the one I come up with I’m sure.}

^{thisheartofink:}

“’m feelin’ adventurous,” the blond said simply, just barely hiding a snickering noise under his breath. He felt far too amused by the other’s reaction to everything. “This is whatcha get for lettin’ me spend the day with you an’ drivin’ me ta work…” He cracked a smile and tugged at the fabric and chewed the inside of his lip as he eased the other’s dick free of the clothing. “You can pull over if you’re scared,” Jeremy teased again, then leaned lower to give a slow lick over the slit and around the head. “Mm,” he hummed, trying to make it sound more like a moan. “You aren’t gettin’ me to stop now, so get off the road or keep your eyes on it.”

                  _{“Lucky you’re so spoiled,” breathed out lowly as the man’s cock twitches slightly, blood pumping between legs and GOD – Jeremy is going to get him arrested for sure. “Yes, forgive me for being such a horrible human being… – shit.” Another soft string of curses echoes past lips as hips move slightly, get more comfortable for Derek to slouch just enough for the other to get him free. Warm hands are enough to get him full hard, head reeling and pulling over seems like the logical solution here. Hips try not to buck up as breathing turns ragged and Derek curses again at that amazing tongue. “Goddammit, Jeremy– shut up,” mumbled in a groan as fingers trail from the boy’s spine to tangle in his hair, trying to get him that much closer. Foot hits the gas peddle and Hale takes off, mindful to watch the road but damn it’s much more difficult than he thought when watching Jeremy work his cock over is somewhat second nature. “I won’t crash…” He doesn’t sound all that confident, already switching into another lane to pull over if he has to.}

^{sarcastiiles:}

Once again, Stiles had frozen at Derek’s words; felt like he could have either died or came then and there on the spot and would have been completely fine with it. Perhaps the blush that rushed across his cheeks said more than words ever could have, but he tried to ignore the heat in his face and shrugged off the ‘darling’ the best he could. “It’s not an offer I take lightly, so I guess dangerous isn’t such a bad thing.” Had that even made sense?! He would have kicked himself if he weren’t still so lost in staring at the older man. “Yeah… It’s Stiles,” was all he could manage, though he wanted to ask how he knew them apart without talking to them before. Instead of continuing, he slid up close to the other before (not so subtly) moving to settle himself across his lap; legs to one side and an arm around the guest’s neck. “This is… This is so much better. You have no…” Fingertips pressed to the muscles of broad shoulders, down one side of his back, and all he could do was bite his lip for a moment. “Sorry. What was I saying? Did you want a drink?”

                _{“As long as you don’t – I know how some of these people can operate around here.” Derek remarks as he shifts just a touch and watches the other carefully. At least the name was right, thankfully memory serves well enough. However, the moment that body is in closer proximity – Derek can feel the warmth radiating and his skin prickles lightly before a buzz sets through in the moment Stiles manages his way where the man wished he would settle most. One arm moves to rest lightly on a hip, smile bright as the young man attempts his words – seems to get lost. God he is attractive and adorable. Enjoyment is taken with how those digits trail over skin, at the way Stiles seems to be somewhat enamored. “Think a drink would be good.” Maybe help calm him down as mouth waters and he’s trying to behave – to keep his hand as casually placed as possible instead of petting over any skin Derek could come in contact with. “Rum and coke – you can get whatever you like. And then, tell me a little about you, what you like, any rules…I’d hate to upset someone so beautiful and miss out on anything.”}

^{thisheartofink:}

“You say that like you’ve never been given anythin’ while drivin’ before,” Jeremy teased. “I know for a fact I’ve done it at least once, so ya can’t say that.” He grinned, reached to undo his seat belt, and tucked one foot up into the seat under himself so that he could lean over the center console more comfortably. “’sides, I gotta get the taste ov dinner outta my mouth somehow, an’ I left my toothbrush in my room at work.”

                 _{“No – I never said it like that. I said it because we’re around many people at a red light.” Emphasis of that by waving one hand towards the front windshield, while the other clutches the steering wheel for dear life because Jeremy doesn’t seem to mind all that much. Hand fiddling to undo a belt and jeans. “You’ve never been this public.” Not out in the real world anyways, the club is a different story. Still yet, Derek’s voice comes out shaky and the man tries to compose himself, head turning as if nothing is happening. “You’re gonna get me arrested.” But – that doesn’t mean he is stopping Jeremy in the least bit, especially not with how Derek’s hand uncoils from the wheel and moves along the expanse of the other’s back for encouragement.}

^{sarcastiiles:}

He almost immediately found himself chanting ‘I’m a tease. I’m a tease. I’m a tease.’ in his head as the older male caught his attention. Gorgeous eyes, kissable mouth, broad shoulders, and – from what he could see through his moment of staring – defined muscle laying under thin fabric. God, it took everything Stiles had to not offer himself up completely in that very moment. “Uh, yeah… My brother’s… Somewhere.” Though he couldn’t bother to tear his eyes away to look for him just then. “You can buy whatever you want,” fuck. He’d tried not to say that, he really did. Stilinski let out a soft huff and smiled, waved over one of the waitresses while looking over the empty spots. “Do you want me beside you or across? How close do you wanna be before we move to the back?”

                _{Was he broken? Derek blinked twice, smile still there before the other finally spoke out and a sight of relief wafted out. “Well good thing I’m not looking for him then.” Breathed with amusement before he got a little more comfortable, tried not to laugh at the way those words came out. He made a good choice in general, anyone with eyes could see that – but Derek still wanted to get to know the other a little more. Judging by the lack of drunken behavior, Hale could only assume this was Stiles. “That’s a dangerous offer there, darling.” Soon enough Derek is trying to bite hit tongue on where to sit because his face is an option – though it’s far too soon for any of that. “I enjoy the closeness of company, so either directly beside or my leg. Choice is yours of course, Stiles. It is Stiles, right? I just want you to be comfortable more than anything.”}

_{@elevenmccall}

                 _{“You really need to work on your form there, buddy. Kind of slipping a little.” A light tease sounding out as Derek nudges at Scott’s shoulder, watching a drunkard stumble off griping about this and that. “Looks like you’re having an interesting night already.”}

_{@notthescarsyoucansee}

_{{text: bossy bee} ;; I know you aren’t back for another day or so but…
{text: bossy bee} ;; In terms of that pretty someone – preference? I’ve got a few in mind that can fit the criteria.}

_{@sarcastiiles}

               _{“Twins, huh? Guess this place is really stepping it up.” Derek notes as he looks over one of the Stilinski boys that he’s heard so much about. Cracks a smile, something charming, as he leans forward slightly in his seat. “Mind if I buy some of your time and a drink?”}

_{@thisheartofink}

                 _{“Jeremy, can you place behave? We’re at a red light – not some back alley.” This is what Derek gets for agreeing to drive the other to work after both had overslept well into the afternoon. Guess that’s what happens when one stays out all night at a club.}