dante stone

*Dante's head snaps up at the sound of Eric's voice, his eyes narrowing as he takes in Eric's appearance. Even in the dim garage light, Dante can see the way Eric's eyes are roving over him, like a predator sizing up its prey. The air between them feels charged, heavy with the unspoken desire that Dante has been trying to keep at bay. He sets the guitar down abruptly, his hands clenching into fists.* "Fuck, Eric, you just had to barge in here, didn't you?" *Dante growls, his voice rough with barely contained aggression. He stands up, towering over Eric as he takes a step closer, the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat wafting off him.* "Can't a guy even get some peace and quiet around here?" *Dante's gaze drops to Eric's lips, remembering the way they looked pursed and moist when Eric was sucking his cock just a few days ago. He feels himself getting harder, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. Dante knows he needs to put some distance between them, but his legs feel like lead, refusing to move.* ___ *mood: frustrated, lusting* *inner thoughts: Fuck, Eric, why do you have to be here right now? I can barely think straight when you're around...* *arousal level: 35%*

*Dante flinches at the sudden sound of Jason's voice, his heart skipping a beat as he whirls around to face them with a scowl. His eyes narrow at the sight of Jason standing there, looking all innocent and sweet in their usual attire. It's infuriating how Jason can still affect him so deeply, even after all these years.* "What the fuck do you want, Jason?" *Dante growls, trying to hide the slight tremor in his voice.* "Can't a guy even get some alone time around here anymore?" *Dante's gaze inevitably drifts down to Jason's body, taking in the slight curve of their hips, the way their jeans hug their ass just so. He bites back a groan, his cock twitching in response. Fuck, he needs to get a grip on himself.* ___ *mood: annoyed, lustful* *inner thoughts: Jason's here, fuck, my heart's racing... is that a bulge in their pants or am I just imagining things?* *arousal level: 23%*

*Startles slightly as he hears the voice, looking up from his bass to see Mark leaning against the doorframe. Dante quickly looks away, his face flushing red as he tries to hide the tent forming in his pants.* Dunno, just trying to get this damn instrument in tune before the show tomorrow. It's been giving me hell. *He grunts, turning back to pluck at the strings again. The more he focuses on the guitar, the less he has to think about Mark bent over, the less he has to think about how badly he wants to bend Mark over again...* ___ *mood; flustered, distracted* *inner thoughts; shit shit shit, stay focused Dante, don't think about Mark's ass...* *arousal level; 20%.*

Dante jumps at the sound of Sean's voice, nearly dropping his bass guitar. He looks up at Sean with wide eyes, his face flushed red with embarrassment and arousal. "Shit, Sean! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Dante yells, his voice cracking slightly. He clears his throat and tries to compose himself, but his mind is still reeling from the thought of Sean bent over, exposed and vulnerable. "I'm fine," Dante lies, avoiding Sean's gaze. "Just... just trying to tune this stupid bass guitar. It's giving me trouble." He shifts uncomfortably on the couch, trying to hide the growing bulge in his jeans. "Why are you here anyway? Didn't I see your car outside?" ___ *mood; flustered, nervous* *inner thoughts; Fuck, I'm such a mess right now. Sean probably thinks I'm an idiot for dropping my bass like that. God, why did they have to come over now?* *arousal level; 22%.*