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Corey Townshend

Corey Townshend

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Leeftijd : 31
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▪️ Isak Sørensen
▪️ Baz Pitch
▪️ Gemma Lauren
▪️ Corey Townshend
Woonplaats : Under your bed

Character sheet
Bijzonderheid: Shapeshifter
Uiterlijke leeftijd: 19
Quote: In my crown, I am king.
[MC] you spin me right round, baby Empty
BerichtOnderwerp: [MC] you spin me right round, baby   [MC] you spin me right round, baby Emptyzo feb 12, 2017 8:38 pm

The music, a dance number Corey had heard many times before but had never learned the name of, was so loud that he could feel it to his bones. The club was stifling hot with the amount of people crammed into it; it was a Thursday night and it seemed like most of Inndyr had come out to play. It might have been unbearably crowded to some people, but Corey thrived among the sheer volume of bodies pressed into the room. The heat was almost as intoxicating as the few drinks he’d had. It spoke of a night full of possibilities. As always whenever he went out after a long period of being cooped up in the mansion, Corey felt alive.

At the moment, he was hidden away (well, mostly, though he was still very much visible if one looked closely enough) behind one of the tables in the corner, getting his dick sucked by one of the girls who had caught his eye at the bar as he had gone for a refill on his drink. She was on her knees under the table, bracketed by his thighs. She had pulled her top and bra down to display her breasts because Corey had asked her to – he wasn’t actually that interested in seeing her breasts, but he was interested in seeing if she would obey, and she had, so beautifully, without a trace of shame.

The girl wasn’t particularly attractive, but she was eager and skilled, and her hair was just the right length to grab hold of. He had taken advantage of that almost immediately after she had applied her mouth to his cock. Corey wasn’t one to get fully lost in pleasure, not with someone of the girl’s meagre calibre, anyway, but he could appreciate her effort. Her mouth was wet and hot and the soft moans she let out around his dick sent delicious vibrations up his spine. She was probably touching herself to be making such noises; Corey didn’t care what she did so long as she kept up her pace, which she did, cheeks hollowed as she gave a harder suck on the head of his cock. Corey’s hand tightened his hold on her hair and he gave an appreciative sigh that got lost in the drone of the music.

After a few moments, his attention was torn from the wet heat of her mouth to the tingling sensation of eyes on him. He was being watched. Casting his eyes about the room, Corey found the perpetrator seated on a chair two tables over, in the form of a young man. In the dim light of the club, he looked Corey’s age, give or take a year. Corey couldn’t see very much of him, but he could see his eyes, which were trained on Corey and the girl between his legs. He didn’t even make an effort not to appear like he was watching, so Corey didn’t either, spreading his legs wider and tugging at the girl’s hair to manoeuvre her head to the side, so that the boy would have a better view of Corey’s cock moving in and out of her mouth. Through it all, Corey kept looking at him; when he came down the girl’s throat a few moments later, it was with his eyes on the boy at the other table.

Her task done, the girl crawled to her feet. Corey tucked himself away and fastened his pants, watching her. Her hand glinted in the light; Corey hid a smile, knowing that he had been right and that she had touched herself while she brought him off. He didn’t mind, mostly because it saved him the trouble of doing it for her. He had already tired of her, his attention fully on the boy watching him. Nevertheless, he turned to watch her when she did up her top. He didn’t want to appear fully uncivil; after all, he had a reputation to maintain. “Thanks, sweetheart,” he said even as his eyes strayed back to the boy, as if to check he was still where Corey had left him. He smiled at her, perfectly charming. “I’ll remember your talents for the future.” It was as gentle a way to let her know he wouldn’t be taking her home as he knew how.

For the benefit of his voyeur, he leaned down to kiss her with more tongue than anything else before he sent her off with a lazy wave of his hand. He thought about biding his time, see if he couldn’t entice the boy over to his table, but he liked taking the initiative. He got up and downed the last of his drink, setting the glass down on the table before he made his way over to the table where the boy was sitting at. With a slow smile, he dropped down onto the chair closest to him. He leaned forward over the table and hooked one foot around one of the legs of the boy’s chair as if he was going to pull him in. “Enjoyed the show?” he said directly into the boy’s ear, curled close to make himself be heard over the music. He turned his head to the side so he could look at the boy, eyes glittering with mischief and a flirty grin in place around his mouth.

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Asher Tolkien

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Leeftijd : 32
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+ frerin
+ jimin
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Woonplaats : Under a bridge

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Bijzonderheid: teleportation and phasing
Uiterlijke leeftijd: 19
Quote: my burnt and black heaven. my love that grew from that sadness
[MC] you spin me right round, baby Empty
BerichtOnderwerp: Re: [MC] you spin me right round, baby   [MC] you spin me right round, baby Emptyma feb 13, 2017 10:16 pm

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To say it had been a while since the last time I went to a club—or any party really—was a grave understatement. It must have been at least two years, maybe even more by now. The last loop I stayed at didn’t allow for such outings, seeing as the loop was located quite literally in the middle of nowhere, even more so than the loop here in Inndyr, which is a quite remote place itself. There had been no shops or, well, anything really, for miles around. The quiet was a blessing; the lack of ‘social’ interactions outside the loop was not.

Having come to Inndyr only last week, I was incredibly curious as to what this small town had to offer, in more ways than just stores and the like. I knew from hearsay that there should be a decent club somewhere around the outskirts of the small town. Dressed in nothing but a black oversized t-shirt and grey skinny jeans, big holes at the knees and a pair of old Timberlands, the word ‘cold’ didn’t begin describing how I felt. I should have brought a jacket, I begrudgingly admit to myself. Then again, as soon as I would have entered the club, the jacket would’ve become redundant and I’d have to pay for the cloakroom. So no. No jacket. Besides, jackets did nothing for my figure and made me look bigger than I was; I’d rather be cold than that.

After walking around for about ten minutes in search of the club, I start to pick up a soft baseline in the distance. In tendrils of black smoke, I teleport some thirty feet in the general direction of the sound, and again, and again. Until I stand before an old, somewhat run-down building, tucked in a corner.  If it weren’t filled to the brim with people, the bright flashing lights and the loud thumping music blasting through the walls, I probably wouldn’t have given it a second glance, let alone think it was a club. Regardless of this, the place appeared to be very popular, if the large crowd was anything to go by.

As I enter the club—the bouncer giving me a short, but interested look—I am met with the sweaty hotness that only a crowd such as this one could bring. To my pleasant surprise, the interior of the club is bigger than I would have imagined and really quite modern. Flashing lights in a myriad of colours dance across the room to the beat of the music the DJ was playing. Though there were a few tables with chairs scattered around the edges of the room, my main focus fell on the dancing mob in the middle. They looked like they were having an absolute blast. Not wanting to hold out on myself any longer, I jumped straight in and started dancing like there was no tomorrow.

After a good while, several drinks and several dances later, this guy, tall, dark and handsome, offers to buy me drink. Fully excited and hyped from dancing I giggle a confirmation and follow him, leaning on his shoulder, a wide grin spread across my cheeks. I wait for the guy to order the drinks when I notice, out of the corner of my eye, how the man puts something in the drinks. Nuh-uh. No way jose. Not into that at all. “I have to go to the loo, okay? Be right back,” I tell the guy, before dashing off to the other side of the room, plopping myself down at one of the empty tables. Let’s sit this next dance out.

There isn’t a terrible big amount of people sitting down and most of them are drunk out of their minds, their heads buried in their arms on the tables. One guy, however, two tables over, clearly had something else on his mind—or on his cock rather—entirely. His hand was entangled in wavy ebony hair, seemingly guiding this girl’s mouth up and down his swollen member. Her bra and shirt were pulled down, her fluffy breasts on full display, nipples perky. If one looked more careful, they’d see she had one hand curled around the base of his cock, stroking there where she could not reach. So much for her gag reflex then, I thought amused. Her other hand disappeared beneath her too short and skintight skirt. No prizes for who guesses what her hand was doing there. Classy, truly.

The man—or boy, for he seems roughly the same age as me—is quite handsome as far as I can tell in the bad lighting. Dark messy hair and dark eyes, pink plump lips—perfect for kissing—and quite a fit body. And then there is the considerable length and girth of his dick, that continuously appears and disappears in the girl’s stretched mouth. The dark-haired man peaks my interest in a way that the half-naked girl blowing him probably never could.

Curious, and without any shame, for they didn’t seem to care either, I openly stare at the spectacle before me.  Then suddenly, the man’s eyes meet my own and I grin a small smile as I continue watching. The man moved a little, spreading his thighs a bit further and pulling the girl by her hair to the side a bit, giving me, well, let’s say first row tickets to the view.  All the while he keeps looking me in the eye, which frankly, was pretty damn hot. I notice how my own member has started to harden while watching the scene, or more specifically, the dark haired guy. He clearly peaked more than just my interest.

I bite my bottom lip harshly when the guy comes, his eyes still focused on me. Fuck, I want him. I hadn’t paid any other mind to the girl and had, for the smallest of seconds, forgotten she was even there. The man said some things to her, which I obviously couldn’t hear over the loud thumping bass of the music, but I didn’t miss the guy’s short glances at me. The man smiled at the girl, making him appear even more charming and handsome, before pulling her into a heated kiss. I roll my eyes and scoff, an amused smile gracing my lips as I look on, my hands fiddling with a beer coaster.

The kiss ends and the girl walks away. I am almost certain the boy would come over—it was only a matter of time—so I stay where I am and wait, my eyes still focused on his. I don’t have to wait long. Before long, the boy stands up from his chair—he is about as tall as I am, I notice—and walks towards me, a smile gracing his handsome features, before sitting down next to me. A grin plays on my lips as I watch him hook his foot around the legs of my chair. I feel butterflies in my stomach at the excitement I’m feeling. As the guy leans closer and speaks into my ear, a snort and wide grin are hard to suppress. “I could’ve done a better job,” I answer him cheekily, a flirty smile tugging on my lips. I lightly put my hand on his thigh, letting it travel dangerously close to his crotch, barely brushing past his clothed bulge, only to pull away teasingly. “But one of the actors looked mighty fine,” I jokingly add, leaning slightly back on my chair, sensually biting my bottom lip as I take in the other from top to bottom. Yeah… I want him.

I drop the beer coasters and slowly get up from my chair. I daringly bridge the already short distance between us, a flirty grin on my face, my hand reaching for his shoulder, I caress it softly. I swing my right leg over both of his, making myself comfortable on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I lick my lips as I move my left hand to the front, dusting my fingers lightly over his collarbone. I shift my body slightly forward and teasingly nibble on his earlobe, giggling at the reactions I’m getting. I inhale lightly and pick up the sweet cologne he seems to be wearing. It’s mixed with the musky smell of sweat. He smelt of man. And sex. Or maybe that is synonymous? I lean back again and gaze into his eyes, which seem to sparkle in the blinking lights of the club.“Want me to show you?” I smirk teasingly as I roll my hips into his. I only had a few drinks tonight and I’m nowhere even near tipsy, but boy did I feel drunk on this guy.




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Corey Townshend

Corey Townshend

Aantal berichten : 21
IC-berichten : 3
Leeftijd : 31
Accounts :
▪️ Isak Sørensen
▪️ Baz Pitch
▪️ Gemma Lauren
▪️ Corey Townshend
Woonplaats : Under your bed

Character sheet
Bijzonderheid: Shapeshifter
Uiterlijke leeftijd: 19
Quote: In my crown, I am king.
[MC] you spin me right round, baby Empty
BerichtOnderwerp: Re: [MC] you spin me right round, baby   [MC] you spin me right round, baby Emptydi feb 14, 2017 12:02 am

Now that he was so up close and personal with the boy, Corey could actually get a good look at him. As the boy was sitting, there was no telling what his posture was like, but his legs looked long, and his face was captivating, all dark eyes and sharp angles. There was something scribbled on the inside of his arm that might be a tattoo – Corey hoped it was one, anyway. His fingers itched to reach out and feel, see if it was indeed a tattoo or something else, but he kept his hands to himself. He let his eyes roam, though, settling on the sliver of skin near the neck of the boy’s shirt before darting to his lips, which were curved up into a smile that set Corey’s mind racing a hundred miles an hour.

And he was a sassy thing, too. Corey smiled his approval and shifted his leg to the side ever so slightly, so that his calf was pressed to the boy’s leg.  “Shame I didn’t spot you first, then,” he said and was immediately distracted by the light touch of the boy’s hand on his thigh. Long, graceful fingers slid teasingly up his leg, so close to where he wanted them. If he hadn’t just come two minutes before, he would be hard inside of his jeans; as it was, his cock gave a valiant twitch, as if it was trying to defy the laws of nature. Corey watched the boy’s hand as it slid away, wetting his lips with a quick flash of tongue as he imagined where else he would like those fingers to be. He wasn’t a stranger to bottoming; he simply preferred not to, unless the guy he was with could handle him and knew what he was doing. From the look in the boy’s eyes as he rakes his gaze up and down Corey’s body, he might be that guy, but Corey reserved his judgment. It was too soon into their game to be sure.

To his surprise, the boy suddenly rose from his seat and closed the gap between their bodies. His hand landed, as feather light as before, on Corey’s shoulder, sending goose bumps down his arm and causing his breath to catch, momentarily, somewhere in the back of his throat. The sensation gave him pause. A simple hand on his shoulder shouldn’t send him into such a fit of desire, but then this was no simple hand on his shoulder. This was a seduction, the boy’s intent emanating from his every movement and every glance in Corey’s direction. He was momentarily thrown for a loop by the intensity of the boy’s attention on him – he was used to being the one to have to do all the work. It almost felt too easy, the way the boy settled in his lap (and wasn’t that a position Corey liked very much), their hips almost entirely flush. It irked him for a moment that he didn’t immediately know what to do when he was almost so sure of himself, but then he felt the hardness of the boy’s cock against his hip and his head kicked back into gear.

The boy’s ass was right there, within reach, enticingly so, and Corey had never been very good at denying himself what he wanted, so he moved his hands until they were cupping the boy’s (fucking perfectly sculpted, fuck)  ass through his pants. He was tempted to pull the boy closer, get this show on the road, but he wasn’t physically there yet, not the way he needed, even though he was burning with want, so he resolved to stay put – at least, he did until the boy decided to take his earlobe into his mouth. Before he could stop himself, Corey let out a soft gasp, hands tightening on the boy’s ass of their own volition. None of his previous lovers had ever paid particular attention to his ears before – mostly because Corey kept their mouths busy one way or another – and it wasn’t something he had ever thought would be pleasurable, but the wet warmth of the boy’s mouth around his earlobe made him imagine what that mouth would feel like around his cock or on his ass, and that was more than enough to get Corey invested in this particular activity. The giggles that drifted from the boy’s lips to Corey’s ears weren’t bad incentive, either, because it was easy to reshape them into moans in the confines of his mind.

When the boy leaned back enough so that they could look at each other several seconds later, it was an oddly welcome reprieve; at least now he could catch his breath and settle his thoughts. Almost immediately, his eyes were drawn to the boy’s lips, shining and most likely a fetching pink from where he’d bitten them before, and he wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Then, because he really was very bad at telling himself no, he did, lips pressed to the boy’s in the lightest mockery of a kiss for all but two beats before he set his teeth to the boy’s bottom  lip, tugging ever so slightly before soothing the bite with a lick. He pulled away before either he or the boy could deepen the kiss, because he didn’t think he’d want to stop kissing him for a long time once he got started, and he wanted to do that somewhere more comfortable than on a wooden chair in the middle of a crowded club.

As if the boy had read his mind, he gave a teasing smile and posed an invitation as clear as any Corey had ever received, especially when accompanied by the roll of his hips against Corey’s. At that, Corey finally felt his cock harden, almost painfully, against the constraints of his jeans, and his sole thoughts were on how to get them away from the club to somewhere more private, so he could get himself out of his pants and, well, inside the boy, preferably. “My place or yours, doll?” he asked, all grins and charm, the pet name slipping out before he could stop it. He didn’t wait for a response, shifting his hold on the boy’s ass so he could lift him up and set him on the edge of the table, so he could get up from his chair. With the boy deposited on the table like that, Corey couldn’t resists leaning into his space, pressing another biting kiss to the boy’s lips before he wrapped his hand around the boy’s wrist and gave a tug. He all but dragged the boy to the exit, shouldering past dancing couples and druggies doped up on whatever they had been able to scour up for the night, until the pleasantly cool outside air hit his skin.

The club was located in a remote part of town with plenty of empty buildings surrounding it, a fact for which Corey was now glad – it meant he could get the boy behind closed doors without having to travel a thousand miles in any which direction. Determinedly, he walked over to a smaller building to the right of the club, which looked like it had once been a modest house that had been left by its owners, solely because there might be some furniture inside. He would make do if he had to, but he did prefer to have sex on an actual bed, thank you very much.

When he entered the house, there was a musty smell that only hung around rooms that hadn’t seen any human activity in a long time. Corey decided to ignore that, casting a look around the house. There weren’t as many pieces of furniture as he would have liked, but there was a couch in the living room to his left. Corey’s eyebrows drew together in a dissatisfied frown for all but two seconds before he smoothed it away; he would have to make do. He let go of the boy’s wrist and turned around to look at him, kicking the front door closed as he did so. He let his eyes trail over the boy’s body appreciatively – he was of Corey’s height, and his legs really were nice and long – and smiled at what he saw. Meeting the boy’s eyes, Corey lifted a hand and beckoned him over with a finger.

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