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I'm always up for company.

I was too drunk to be responsible for anything I might have done to you.

Edited 2020-09-17 00:40 (UTC)

Balthazar had heeded Jack's message about wanting payment in the form of food so clutched in a bag he had some oysters, champagne and some figs. That was what he desired so the angel had made it so. How to please a rather fussy prostitute? Try to butter him up with what he loved most.

Teleporting to Jack's location was easy since he had honed in on the man's apartment at the top of a tall Manhatten skyscraper. Very fancy. The city on the other hand well...that was another story. Seedy and full of vermin could be the chosen words among others.

"I do hope I didn't keep you waiting, darling."

Stepping up towards Jack, Balthazar waved the bag of goodies in front of the other man smirking.

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"Don't pretend you don't want it too. You're just as dirty." Jack accuses with a playful grin.

Jack is on wheels and glides easily backwards as he is pushed by his eager lover. Jack moans at the touch of lips to skin. He always wants this man. It's been difficult to work because he keeps thinking about his hands and lips when he's out with others. It's difficult to tone it out so his clients don't notice.

"You do too." Jack purrs while pressing his thigh farther between his lover's legs. Rolling his hips he presses in against that growing bulge to the rhythm that thier sex usually falls into. "Let me take care of you."

His hands are already down pulling at Balthazar's belt to unbuckle it.

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"No, Just truths." Ziggy corrects before glancing at Jack. The two of them just grin, drinking and thinking over what to ask.

Jack has an idea and Ziggy nods out to give him the floor for questioning. "Which of your senses turns you on the fastest during foreplay?"

Ok, it was a personal curiosity and this was the perfect chance to ask it.

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"I'm alright. It just hurts." Jack tells the angel. After all the bleeding had finally stopped. He has some bruising on the lip and on his arms.

"They're in the river somewhere." Jack glances over his shoulder at the river below.

Jack wraps his arms around Balthazar's shoulders, standing but hobbled by the wound. At least he was only in heels and not skates today. "Thank you."

Jack sends Hunter the address where he is currently standing. It's not the best part of New York City but he's working. Standing on the side of the street in his work clothes he pulls out a cigarette to smoke while he waits for his ride. There are a lot of people around jeering at him but he's used to the crude language and abuse. It happens all the time. It's how his life has been since he remembers anything. Just the streets and his own wits. The thoughts have him rubbing at the eye patch and his damaged eye before he sighs and wonders what sort of vehicle he's waiting for.

The bands are in the Penthouses above me, but yes it is a swanky place.

I'll open the balcony doors.

For Keith

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Carnival Date

Halloween Party Truth Without the Dare with Ziggy and Balthazar