"I can see that clearly with the big gun and pet dog. Also loving your clothing style, darling."
A glance towards Diamond and the angel refilled his glass with champagne this time sipping after his first initial deep gulp of the bubbly liquid. Now it seemed Jack was talking shop. His fingers moved from Jack's face to gently play with his scarf adorned around his neck. Not pulling it off but slowly allowing his fingers to touch the light fabric instead as he spoke.
"Do you wish to eat before we engage in our little bedroom liaison? I have oysters and figs. Unless you wish to eat them once we are naked. We could tip champagne into each other's belly buttons and suck it out if you want. If that's part of the deal."
He paused a moment before answering regarding positions.
"If I ask for both does that mean you want more food or drink? Because I can get more, love."
Jack smiles at the drifting hand as it moves down to the silk scarf around his neck. He wouldn't mind a slight tug to it. It does have him setting the nearly empty champagne aside.
"Oysters can't sit out. We better eat those first." Slowly he reaches up and slips his fingers under the shoulders of Balthazar's jacket. Leaning back up he pushes the jacket off by running hands down his arms.
"It sounds like you want to occupy my whole day. That will cost you."
Balthazar was glad that Jack wanted to eat the oysters because there was nothing worse than wasted food. Especially food that was known to be an aphrodisiac. Of course Jack had picked such things. The angel was no fool in this regard. In fact, he found it rather amusing. The option of food kink was on the table here.
"Oh? How much are we talking about here? Of course money is no problem to me."
He allowed the other man to push his jacket from his shoulders and offered a warm smile whilst enjoying Jack's touch. Oh, he wanted so much from his new friend and it was going to get very filthy very quickly.
"Don't worry about the money side, darling. I can compensate you handsomely for any special requests you grant me."
There was a dangerous glint in Balthazar's eye as he took one of the oysters out of the box he had been carrying and cracked it open, draining the contents. Oh, that was good. Offering one to Jack, he wondered how much the man enjoyed his seafood. As for the inspection? That would come after they ate their oysters.
"You'll get a good view of me after we eat. Unless, you want me to eat naked. Shall we eat naked?"
How fun. Balthazar placed his empty shell down and began stripping slowly, offering Jack a good view of each piece of flesh that was being exposed. His shirt went over his head then he began unbuckling his pants.
"I might exchange them for my own special requests." Jack didn't miss that dangerous look but he'd handled a lot of people in his time. The kind that came across the bridge to hire them would never be this interesting. Not in a world that believed enjoying sex for pleasure was a crime. They were bland and boring.
Jack took the oyster and pulled a knife from his boot to crack it open. Jack shrugs at the question then downs the oyster and tosses the shells aside. He pulled out another, knifing it open while his eye watches the man standing before him.
This was turning into a good day. Food he rarely got any longer, sun under an umbrella and, for once, someone stripping for him instead of the other way around. His eye doesn't leave Balthazar, though his hands are busy shucking oysters. The gaze following the other man's hands down to his pants. It's definitely arousing to have the tables turned.
"Show and tell then." Jack has no problem following suit after he's had an eye full of skin.
"Ooh, I can't wait to find out what they might be."
Balthazar slid his belt through the many loops of his trousers, as he then unzipped his fly, stepping out of both legs, leaving him in his black boxers. The way the man was cracking open the oysters with his knife was rather amusing to the angel, as he was really shucking them fast. Did he always eat so fast? Or maybe he was just hungry and aching to get to the second course.
Not pulling off anymore clothes, Balthazar was now sauntering around Jack's apartment in nothing but his underwear. This seemed totally normal when spending time with a prostitute.
"Show me what you've got, darling."
Lounging on the nearby chair, the angel sighed, spreading his legs and offering up Jack a few of his privates nestled amongst the thin layer of fabric.
Jack is hungry in general. Food can be scarce and food this decadent almost non-existent. Part of it is he's also not paying attention to how fast he's eating because his focus is on the appearance of skin.
"Uh..no.. Off with those too." Jack points at Balthazar with the knife chuckling. "I don't wear anything under my pants. You have to play fair. I want to see the rest."
He does set the knife aside and starts easing out of the shoulder straps of his semi-jumper style pants. However, nothing is coming off until those boxers are gone. Brow cocked up and playful smile he sits and waits.
He chuckled softly as he stood up from reclining and slipped two fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down and onto the floor, kicking it into the pile of his clothes close by. Now he was completely naked exhaling softly whilst he offered up Jack a view of his manhood. The man was a good size but once he got erect he was even more impressive.
"How do you like me now, love? This is as naked as I can get."
Once more he climbed back onto the recliner, opening up his legs for his friend to gaze at his crotch.
Jack pauses in his eating and frowns. "I go days without eating sometimes if there isn't enough food for everyone." It was a weird obligation that he fell into because of his position.
The movement of the other man keeps the melancholy at bay. He does grin at the completely exposed body. He is attractive and Jack isn't about to hide it.
"You're much too far away." Jack stands and unties his shirt, letting gravity pull the light silk off his shoulders. His body is a mess of scars. Most notably the old bullet scars in his left shoulder. He has no idea where they came from or how they happened. There are various others on his shoulders, abdomen and back; cuts, burn scars, and some that are just not clear what made them. He's not shy about what he looks like.
Deftly he lifts each foot to unzip the sides of his boots. He steps out of them and loses a few inches but he's still over six foot tall. Then he slows down. The sides of the pants he zips each side down, holding them up so nothing is revealed. Jack knows this game and enjoys it.
Another step forward and he lets go of the pants, stepping out of them without missing a step in his forward saunter. True to his word Jack has no underwear but he does have a very elaborate lace garter, black and decked in white rhinestones as well as thigh high stockings black and lighter black checkered with red lace tops. And there's no doubt that he's got it where it counts. He's more than just well endowed by most standards.
"Should I come sit with you or go back to my own chair?" The words come out sweet as honey, inviting and sensual. He's only a few paces from where Balthazar is sitting, hands sassily on his hips in nothing but his stockings, scarf, and eye patch.
The angel shot a coy glance over now that they were both naked, aside from Jack's minor items of clothing. Oh, that scarf. Balthazar wanted to play with it along with that enticing lace garter. His eyes widen slightly at the sheer size of the man. Well endowed indeed.
"My, aren't we rather large? Now I'm wondering what it will feel like to have that monster stuffed inside of me."
It was rather amusing that Jack's cock was on the large size but it didn't deter Balthazar at all. Yes, it made him feel a little on the small size but size wasn't everything, was it? Technique was also king in the bedroom.
Jack doesn't hesitate in sauntering over and sliding into Balthazar's lap, on his knees and straddling the angel's spread legs.
"You're going to know before I'm done with you." He slides his hands up over Balthazar's shoulders as the speaks, leaning in until thier chests are almost touching.
"The rest is for you to take off." He's cocky but he also knows what is under that scarf, a ragged scar that looks like someone tried to slit his throat at some point in the past.
He leans in even closer, the soft cool skin of his cheek brushing against Balthazar's as he whispers. "When you're done why don't you get that dirty mouth of yours down and suck?"
Once Jack slides into his lap, Balthazar accommodates the other man's body by shifting slightly, feeling their warm bodies pressing up against each other. It was already erotic and the air between them charged with sexual tension. The angel's pupils beginning to dilate with anticipation of what was to come.
"Oh, I bet I am. You'd like that, wouldn't you, big boy?"
Balthazar almost purrs out the words in a sultry low voice; his fingers already playing with the scarf, tugging it gently and pulling it down and away from Jack's neck. The scar is revealed to the angel as he gently traced it with his finger. It looked nasty but he hoped Jack wouldn't mind the light touch.
"An old flesh wound? I do hope you gave the bastard what he deserved."
The light touch began drifting lower down Jack's chest and abdomen until it reached the rather impressive shaft in between his legs. Such a large cock. His hand encompassed the flaccid flesh, stroking it slowly, aiming to stir it into life.
"I bet you'll like it too." Jack tosses the words back playfully.
Jack pauses in what he's doing when his scar is touched. It's not so much the fact that his scar is being stroked but the gentleness. If he were to he honest most of the people coming to him do so to use him. They are using him as an outlet to enjoy whatever they want beyond the eyes of the cameras and thought police. It's often left him hurt. As they touch no doubt the fact that his ribs aren't all smooth, showing the signs of being broken and healing, will become apparent in his slim frame. "He left me to bleed out and didn't pay me either."
Jack leans into Balthazar for comfort though he makes a show of doing it to run his hands down the angel's sides. However, that's all drowned out in a low gasp and Jack easily turns back to thinking about pleasuring his companion. He so often has to put aside his own thoughts and feelings and more often than not his wants too. The idea that he might get anything out of this that he wants is hopeful and intoxicating.
"Tell me what you want." He purrs against the crook of Balthazar's neck where he had come to rest. A stray kiss pressed to his neck and then a tentative bite. Jack has fangs though they are not often seen because his are bucuspids and not canines. Still he knows how to use them with just the right pressure, though he could bite harder and even draw blood if someone's kinks ran that way.
The question is; what did Balthazar want? Even he didn't think this far ahead now that he was with his host, sitting in his chair and fondling his very large cock. Right now the mouth at his neck was doing naughty things down below and he could fill his own cock filling nicely, becoming erect, feeling the tight skin stretch and become taught.
"Mmm that is a very good question, love. Right now, I have no idea. How about we just go with the flow and see where it takes us?"
The angel groaned softly at the soft nip to the skin at his neck and leaned back slightly so Jack could gain a better angle. His hand still wrapped around the large cock stroking gently, feeling the hard flesh grow with each movement of his wrist.
"I suppose I shouldn't be asking you this but what do you want?"
"Well, if you get tired of this cramped chair I do have a nice big bed." Jack shrugs but there was, beyond all the colored sheers hanging at the other end of the large room, a California king sized bed draped in all sorts of silk and velvet bedding.
Jack's getting hard in a hurry and it leaves him feeling euphoric, a feeling he broadcasts without being aware of it. He has no idea he's empathic but it often leaves his lover's feeling high. As Balthazar leans back Jack moves down to his collar bones, lips and teeth gently pressing to skin. He's listening too, for the places his touch is most wanted.
"I already asked for what I want right now." Jack moans loud and it turns his breathing instantly shallow. The attention and interest getting to him just as surely as the hand pulling him to full erection.
"That sounds like a very tempting offer and one I'd like to enjoy."
Perhaps as soon as they'd finished with the chair they could move onto the large and luxurious bed. It sounded heavenly to Balthazar who was an angel who enjoyed all the luxuries at home. Usually, in his large abode crammed with empty whiskey bottles and full ones.
"Oh--you are horny for me, aren't you, darling? It's like I can feel how much you want this. Sorry but this isn't usual with most who I sleep with."
What was it? There was something odd about Jack and it seemed both men were going to find out things tonight regarding themselves. The teeth at his collar bone had the angel gasping loudly and slowly rolling his eyes shut at the sensation. The man was good with his mouth and teeth it seemed.
"You want me to suck you off, don't you? Usually, the customer gets his cock sucked off and not the other way around."
He chuckled softly, but never the less, sought to pleasure Jack in any way he could. Moving gently out of the other man's grasp, Balthazar positioned himself in between Jack's legs, nuzzling his ball sac and the base of his very impressive cock. A few tentative licks to the base, he then began suckling the tip, flicking out his tongue over the flared head, groaning.
"I told you I was a professional." He says between breaths. Jack has no idea it is anything more than his skill giving the other man that impression.
"No one said you weren't going to get serviced too." Jack adds with a smile as his partner slides down between his legs. Balthazar gets a gasp from him and Jack realizes he can't stay precariously kneeling on a chair through this. A gentle tug to Balthazar's hair and he shifts to sit in the chair, legs sprawled to make this more comfortable for everyone. Besides, now it was easier to watch. The angel's right though. Jack is very rarely pleasures by his Johns so he is going to take full advantage of it now.
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A glance towards Diamond and the angel refilled his glass with champagne this time sipping after his first initial deep gulp of the bubbly liquid. Now it seemed Jack was talking shop. His fingers moved from Jack's face to gently play with his scarf adorned around his neck. Not pulling it off but slowly allowing his fingers to touch the light fabric instead as he spoke.
"Do you wish to eat before we engage in our little bedroom liaison? I have oysters and figs. Unless you wish to eat them once we are naked. We could tip champagne into each other's belly buttons and suck it out if you want. If that's part of the deal."
He paused a moment before answering regarding positions.
"If I ask for both does that mean you want more food or drink? Because I can get more, love."
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"Oysters can't sit out. We better eat those first." Slowly he reaches up and slips his fingers under the shoulders of Balthazar's jacket. Leaning back up he pushes the jacket off by running hands down his arms.
"It sounds like you want to occupy my whole day. That will cost you."
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"Oh? How much are we talking about here? Of course money is no problem to me."
He allowed the other man to push his jacket from his shoulders and offered a warm smile whilst enjoying Jack's touch. Oh, he wanted so much from his new friend and it was going to get very filthy very quickly.
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Jack casually tossed the jacket aside with a smile. "I should inspect what I'm getting too. Might change the price."
That had absolutely nothing to do with actual price. That was all charm and flirting to see if he'd undress in a hurry or take his time.
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There was a dangerous glint in Balthazar's eye as he took one of the oysters out of the box he had been carrying and cracked it open, draining the contents. Oh, that was good. Offering one to Jack, he wondered how much the man enjoyed his seafood. As for the inspection? That would come after they ate their oysters.
"You'll get a good view of me after we eat. Unless, you want me to eat naked. Shall we eat naked?"
How fun. Balthazar placed his empty shell down and began stripping slowly, offering Jack a good view of each piece of flesh that was being exposed. His shirt went over his head then he began unbuckling his pants.
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Jack took the oyster and pulled a knife from his boot to crack it open. Jack shrugs at the question then downs the oyster and tosses the shells aside. He pulled out another, knifing it open while his eye watches the man standing before him.
This was turning into a good day. Food he rarely got any longer, sun under an umbrella and, for once, someone stripping for him instead of the other way around. His eye doesn't leave Balthazar, though his hands are busy shucking oysters. The gaze following the other man's hands down to his pants. It's definitely arousing to have the tables turned.
"Show and tell then." Jack has no problem following suit after he's had an eye full of skin.
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Balthazar slid his belt through the many loops of his trousers, as he then unzipped his fly, stepping out of both legs, leaving him in his black boxers. The way the man was cracking open the oysters with his knife was rather amusing to the angel, as he was really shucking them fast. Did he always eat so fast? Or maybe he was just hungry and aching to get to the second course.
Not pulling off anymore clothes, Balthazar was now sauntering around Jack's apartment in nothing but his underwear. This seemed totally normal when spending time with a prostitute.
"Show me what you've got, darling."
Lounging on the nearby chair, the angel sighed, spreading his legs and offering up Jack a few of his privates nestled amongst the thin layer of fabric.
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"Uh..no.. Off with those too." Jack points at Balthazar with the knife chuckling. "I don't wear anything under my pants. You have to play fair. I want to see the rest."
He does set the knife aside and starts easing out of the shoulder straps of his semi-jumper style pants. However, nothing is coming off until those boxers are gone. Brow cocked up and playful smile he sits and waits.
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He chuckled softly as he stood up from reclining and slipped two fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down and onto the floor, kicking it into the pile of his clothes close by. Now he was completely naked exhaling softly whilst he offered up Jack a view of his manhood. The man was a good size but once he got erect he was even more impressive.
"How do you like me now, love? This is as naked as I can get."
Once more he climbed back onto the recliner, opening up his legs for his friend to gaze at his crotch.
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The movement of the other man keeps the melancholy at bay. He does grin at the completely exposed body. He is attractive and Jack isn't about to hide it.
"You're much too far away." Jack stands and unties his shirt, letting gravity pull the light silk off his shoulders. His body is a mess of scars. Most notably the old bullet scars in his left shoulder. He has no idea where they came from or how they happened. There are various others on his shoulders, abdomen and back; cuts, burn scars, and some that are just not clear what made them. He's not shy about what he looks like.
Deftly he lifts each foot to unzip the sides of his boots. He steps out of them and loses a few inches but he's still over six foot tall. Then he slows down. The sides of the pants he zips each side down, holding them up so nothing is revealed. Jack knows this game and enjoys it.
Another step forward and he lets go of the pants, stepping out of them without missing a step in his forward saunter. True to his word Jack has no underwear but he does have a very elaborate lace garter, black and decked in white rhinestones as well as thigh high stockings black and lighter black checkered with red lace tops. And there's no doubt that he's got it where it counts. He's more than just well endowed by most standards.
"Should I come sit with you or go back to my own chair?" The words come out sweet as honey, inviting and sensual. He's only a few paces from where Balthazar is sitting, hands sassily on his hips in nothing but his stockings, scarf, and eye patch.
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The angel shot a coy glance over now that they were both naked, aside from Jack's minor items of clothing. Oh, that scarf. Balthazar wanted to play with it along with that enticing lace garter. His eyes widen slightly at the sheer size of the man. Well endowed indeed.
"My, aren't we rather large? Now I'm wondering what it will feel like to have that monster stuffed inside of me."
It was rather amusing that Jack's cock was on the large size but it didn't deter Balthazar at all. Yes, it made him feel a little on the small size but size wasn't everything, was it? Technique was also king in the bedroom.
"Why don't you let me take that scarf off?"
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"You're going to know before I'm done with you." He slides his hands up over Balthazar's shoulders as the speaks, leaning in until thier chests are almost touching.
"The rest is for you to take off." He's cocky but he also knows what is under that scarf, a ragged scar that looks like someone tried to slit his throat at some point in the past.
He leans in even closer, the soft cool skin of his cheek brushing against Balthazar's as he whispers. "When you're done why don't you get that dirty mouth of yours down and suck?"
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"Oh, I bet I am. You'd like that, wouldn't you, big boy?"
Balthazar almost purrs out the words in a sultry low voice; his fingers already playing with the scarf, tugging it gently and pulling it down and away from Jack's neck. The scar is revealed to the angel as he gently traced it with his finger. It looked nasty but he hoped Jack wouldn't mind the light touch.
"An old flesh wound? I do hope you gave the bastard what he deserved."
The light touch began drifting lower down Jack's chest and abdomen until it reached the rather impressive shaft in between his legs. Such a large cock. His hand encompassed the flaccid flesh, stroking it slowly, aiming to stir it into life.
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Jack pauses in what he's doing when his scar is touched. It's not so much the fact that his scar is being stroked but the gentleness. If he were to he honest most of the people coming to him do so to use him. They are using him as an outlet to enjoy whatever they want beyond the eyes of the cameras and thought police. It's often left him hurt. As they touch no doubt the fact that his ribs aren't all smooth, showing the signs of being broken and healing, will become apparent in his slim frame. "He left me to bleed out and didn't pay me either."
Jack leans into Balthazar for comfort though he makes a show of doing it to run his hands down the angel's sides. However, that's all drowned out in a low gasp and Jack easily turns back to thinking about pleasuring his companion. He so often has to put aside his own thoughts and feelings and more often than not his wants too. The idea that he might get anything out of this that he wants is hopeful and intoxicating.
"Tell me what you want." He purrs against the crook of Balthazar's neck where he had come to rest. A stray kiss pressed to his neck and then a tentative bite. Jack has fangs though they are not often seen because his are bucuspids and not canines. Still he knows how to use them with just the right pressure, though he could bite harder and even draw blood if someone's kinks ran that way.
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"Mmm that is a very good question, love. Right now, I have no idea. How about we just go with the flow and see where it takes us?"
The angel groaned softly at the soft nip to the skin at his neck and leaned back slightly so Jack could gain a better angle. His hand still wrapped around the large cock stroking gently, feeling the hard flesh grow with each movement of his wrist.
"I suppose I shouldn't be asking you this but what do you want?"
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Jack's getting hard in a hurry and it leaves him feeling euphoric, a feeling he broadcasts without being aware of it. He has no idea he's empathic but it often leaves his lover's feeling high. As Balthazar leans back Jack moves down to his collar bones, lips and teeth gently pressing to skin. He's listening too, for the places his touch is most wanted.
"I already asked for what I want right now." Jack moans loud and it turns his breathing instantly shallow. The attention and interest getting to him just as surely as the hand pulling him to full erection.
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Perhaps as soon as they'd finished with the chair they could move onto the large and luxurious bed. It sounded heavenly to Balthazar who was an angel who enjoyed all the luxuries at home. Usually, in his large abode crammed with empty whiskey bottles and full ones.
"Oh--you are horny for me, aren't you, darling? It's like I can feel how much you want this. Sorry but this isn't usual with most who I sleep with."
What was it? There was something odd about Jack and it seemed both men were going to find out things tonight regarding themselves. The teeth at his collar bone had the angel gasping loudly and slowly rolling his eyes shut at the sensation. The man was good with his mouth and teeth it seemed.
"You want me to suck you off, don't you? Usually, the customer gets his cock sucked off and not the other way around."
He chuckled softly, but never the less, sought to pleasure Jack in any way he could. Moving gently out of the other man's grasp, Balthazar positioned himself in between Jack's legs, nuzzling his ball sac and the base of his very impressive cock. A few tentative licks to the base, he then began suckling the tip, flicking out his tongue over the flared head, groaning.
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"No one said you weren't going to get serviced too." Jack adds with a smile as his partner slides down between his legs. Balthazar gets a gasp from him and Jack realizes he can't stay precariously kneeling on a chair through this. A gentle tug to Balthazar's hair and he shifts to sit in the chair, legs sprawled to make this more comfortable for everyone. Besides, now it was easier to watch. The angel's right though. Jack is very rarely pleasures by his Johns so he is going to take full advantage of it now.