Little info while I set up the new pinned:
Dante Thorn. 30. Literature teacher, university. Devious and unholy, and always willing to fuck his students/colleagues. Pansexual.
Detailed writing preferred, 21+, eng/esp.
πͺπ¨πΉπ΅π¬πΉπΆ: not gone, I promise. Life is kicking my fucking ass again and I've been unable to focus on rp. Promise that as soon as life uses lube on me, I'm bringing Dante back π
@PELICANGOTH What can he say, he is a petulant romantic. Deep down. Very deep down.
And she is a walking dream, he has to spoil her.
Then it's settled. Shall he pick her up at nine? He is very eager to not* be romantic with her.
It is bamboozling how Hardy keeps ... teasing him!? The absolute nerve of this brat.
Beneath the table, Dante (accidentally on purpose) kicks the younger man's shin.
"Shut?? UP??? This is what I get for walking you out." Like a doggie. A puppy. His ... little fucking cute brat.
Jay recoils with dramatic flair as the *very* dangerous napkin hits his face.
"Aww, what, mad that I'm calling you out for being a sap deep down?" he jests, "I can't help it, you're just *so* easy to rile up."
He winks.
"What a cruel murderer..."
Slowly and making no sound, he closes the door behind him.
A few steps take him to the edge of the bed, where he reaches out to tug Joseph's ear and then drag his finger down his body, stopping short near the tantalizing strap.
"Looking pretty, too."
βWhy yes, yes I didβ
He says as he uncovers the pillow hiding his crotch to show he was wearing a jockstrap. He then removes the rose from his mouth and he puts it in his hair
Eyes roll as the message is received, the photo accomplishing its mission to stir him from within. Hell knows how he will survive until he has his hands all over that body.
π¨ the rowel is not appreciated
π¨ towel*
Fuck.
What?! How much money would he need? Hypothetically speaking?
Because he might have the marvelous sum of (*opens bank account app*) fifty-four dollars more.
Isn't that enough?
Dante? Dante is ignoring the sass, putting the napkin on top of his lap and then reaching over to toss the other napkin to Hardy's face.
"Shut up." Yet again, he is already smiling, eyes rolling. "What do you want to hear? That I am nervous? I am. Now, can we please act normal?"
Jay and the π«πππππ« are out for a Valentine's dinner.
"You waited until we were ON the date to ask me to be your Valentine? Wow, real smooth!"
Just kiss him already, damn.
@PELICANGOTH (Truth be told, the date doesn't displease him ... he's just a little romantic Grinch.)
Right. She doesn't need to worry, there'll be plenty. He'll make sure to warm her up eventually, that's a promise. What kind of gentleman would he be if he kept her lovely date cold?
@anjelbaeb Valedictory speech β
... pretty thing thinks he will be valedictorian?
Oh, well. Who is he to judge. It that's the brat's goal, he shall do his very best to help.
@Heyitz_Joseph And upon stepping inside, Dante keeps a hand on the door knob and gaze glued to ... the ridiculous sight.
"Did you kill a rose just to do this? Shame on you."
Alas, he's smiling. Quite fondly.
Is that an offer or a promise?
It better be a promise, because he likes the idea.
He'll even bring the strawberries and whipped cream ... for the dessert, of course.
Perhaps he could help by possibly being ready for him when he got off work? There would be balloons plenty of chocolate and teddy bears. And a ton of teasing text until he got off!
Bruce has arrived at the Lincoln Center for their annual Valentineβs Day charity event hosted by the Metropolitan Animal Shelter.
Gothamβs most eligible bachelor will be auctioned off for a date with the highest bidder. Happy Valentineβs Day and happy hunting.
Dante at the school cafeteria, watching how over-sexualized and hormonal students gift each other chocolates and teddy bears and stupid fucking balloons ...
He isn't jealous, of course not. But he also likes chocolates βοΈ just saYING.