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    “Uh. You mean—you’re, like, like a fag?” Tom asks stupidly. Ryland raises his brows and blinks at him, unimpressed.
    “Yes, Tom, that’s what having sex with other men means,” Ryland says slowly.
    “Woah. Dude, so, like—are you gay for me? You gotta be, I mean, you’re, y’know—you probably want to have sex with me, right? Since I’m a dude and I’m, like, totally gorgeous. Right? Do you think I’m hot?”
    Are you kidding me?

    Or: Ryland Grace gets roofied by one Tom Ryder, who very much wants to have sex with him. Fortunately for Tom, Ryland's willing. Unfortunately for Tom, Ryland has no intention of bottoming.

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    28 Sep 2026

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    Colt didn’t realize that having Driver meant learning to share with a fucking car, but here they are.

    Grease smeared across the long, lean stretch of Driver’s torso, marring the pale skin into a Rorschach. The back bench of the Malibu was thick with the scent of engine oil and polish and sex. The engine thrummed, the smooth purr of it reverberating throughout his entire body. Sprawled out in the backseat, he feels it everywhere, head to toe. The only thing Driver can focus on is the thrum beneath the back cabin seats, the slick clinging to his thighs, the lingering taste of the Malibu on his tongue.

    “Uhm… am I interrupting?” Colt says, lip twitching with the beginnings of a smirk.

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    17 Sep 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 11

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    Jhin’s smile was particular, and there wasn’t just one type. There was the kind of smile he wore for conversations, the one meant to appease a crowd and shake hands with strangers. It was unnervingly normal, almost uncanny in its artificiality, and Hwei could see right through it. That wasn’t what faced him now, though. When Jhin truly did show his true mood, in brief, fleeting moments, he looked far more cruel. His dead eyes would betray themselves with a small glint, and his lips would pull up asymmetrically, reading more as a smirk. It was sadistic and unfeeling, yet remarkably expressive, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. It felt like he was sizing up his prey.

    “… You shouldn’t be here.”

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    12 Sep 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 11

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    “You poor, frail thing. They have you starving in here, don’t they?”

    Jhin eyed the way the painter’s throat bobbed under a stripe of fabric – a nervous tick he had picked up early into their time together. Though Hwei was skilled with keeping his expression steeled, his emotions were remarkably intense, and they had a habit of showing up in other places. A glint in his eyes, new tension in his muscle, a quiver of his lips.

    Looking into Hwei’s eyes, though, they didn’t quite meet him back. The younger man was searching for something, looking at different parts of Jhin subtly, but frantically. His ungloved hand was left exposed against the canvas, and he seemed fascinated by the prone wrist, as well as the veins trapped underneath.

    Greedy boy.

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    08 Sep 2026

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    “Easy, Hwei,” he was reminded in a quiet rumble, a velvety red. It contrasted the blue of the room nicely.

    If Jhin were a red, Hwei thought, he would look expensive. The virtuoso was shiny and commandeering, but he had a certain edge to him, like rouge on a lip or dried blood on a scab. He had mastered a coldness only the darker reds could have, encroaching purples and blues.

    He was matte, he decided.

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    06 Sep 2026