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Private  No Party Like A Quiller Party    Tag: Eros (Later on Remus/Neilos)
Played by Nyx    15 Posts Damon Argyris
Quilter parties were well known for being the best parties around. The family just knew how to throw a fun party! There were always good people around to talk to as well as good food and plenty of booze. And while the parties were always fun they were never what one might call ragers. Property damage wasn’t really a thing and people getting arrested not so much. Everyone tended to have a damned good time without having to go throw shit at things or otherwise cause a ruckus that no one wanted. Everyone wanted to be invited to the Quiller's parties and as ever Damon was rather pleased he was invited. Though this time he was also a bit surprised, though of course he was going!

He’d even shaved and dressed up slightly for the party, no reason not to come looking his nicest. Well, maybe not that. His most formal outfit was his dress blues and he wasn’t about to show up to a Quiller party in his military uniform. Though… for a moment he wondered if Eros would like to see him in that. Did Eros like a man in uniform? That was a damned good question in all honesty. Because if Eros did? Well he would for sure come decked out in his formal wear! Okay, now he was debating messaging Eros and asking if he would want to see that or if he should just go with the nice civilian wear he had.

Fuck it! He would go in his dress blues and find out, worst case scenario it made him look good and he could tell some fun stories. Besides, the dress uniform looked damned good since it was actually tailored to fit him rather than just being the right general size for him. He might be friends with the Quillers and work in the military but he wasn’t exactly rolling in money. Oh he lived comfortably enough but now wasn’t the time to think about it.

He decided to even go with the cap after he slicked his hair back. If he was going to go in his formal military attire he might as well go with the entire look, right? He grabbed the long coat and tossed it on, heading out of his place with a bit of an eager step. He was getting better at walking on his prosthetic leg, getting more used to the way it moved and reacted. That made walking around a hell of a lot easier and he’d gotten back into jogging as well which was nice. It was still strange at times and hard to forget that it was there but at least it was easier than it had been when he first got the leg.

The trip to the Quiller’s wasn’t all that eventful and he was greeted by his friends, making him grin as he stepped inside. The teasing, of course, was expected since he’d come in his formal attire. But he just laughed and joked back with them, not worrying about their comments in the least. It wasn’t like he was wearing it for them! And he was being very careful not to let his eyes wander around the room looking for a certain Quiller in particular. Though it was hard not to do he managed it… mostly.

Finally he was able to extract himself from his friends and find himself a drink and a chance to actually look around. Now he was wandering from room to room looking for Eros, drink in hand but hardly touched.

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Posted 01-30-2024, 09:26 AM This post was last modified: 01-30-2024, 09:27 AM by Damon Argyris
Played by Andromeda    20 Posts Eros Quiller
Eros' heart was racing. It felt like his lungs didn't have enough room to breath, like, at any moment, his heart would run out of beats and he would die there, in the middle of his parent's penthouse. He thought crushes were supposed to be airy things, fantastical and euphoric. But, at the prospect of seeing Damon again, he felt a sickening anxiety, nausea that stirred the contents of his stomach.

Eros had not always felt this. The past few weeks, since Damon's confession and the start of their little romance, those ceaseless, borderline obsessive thoughts of Damon brought Eros an excitement better than any drug. Even his business was starting to feel the affects of his crush, as he had nearly killed him, his client and Peecho after almost causing a electrical fire, a mistake he would have berated himself for had he had a clear mind and a single, rational thought.

But, even as he profusely apologized to the client, the words felt meaningless. All that mattered to Eros was Damon, all that could bring him comfort and joy was the military man who enjoyed coffee with his parents on weekends. Even Peecho started to notice, as the raccoon chittered to Eros in an almost mocking fashion.

"Oh shut it. You'd feel the same way too if some hot lady raccoon wandered in here."

Now, Eros was sweating through his sweater in the midst one of his parent's famous, extravagant parties. The thing was holy, wooly and slipped past Eros shoulders, revealing the youth's slender, pale neckline. It hung over baggy jeans that had even more rips and holes. The look was not sophisticated, nor glamorous, as other Quillers might have dressed. But, it was comfortable, roomy, and Quillers were not known to be in a position to judge others.

He spotted Damon, and he felt his heart leap into his throat. He nearly forgotten the trinket he was holding in his hand, and almost dropped it at the sight of the soldier. Damon looked achingly handsome - with sharply cut stubble and a suit dotted in military regalia, emphasizing the broad boxiness of his shoulders. It stole the words from Eros' mouth, and when they locked eyes, he could feel his cheeks light up, as a small part of him wanted to run away and regain his composure.

But the thrill of seeing Damon, smelling the gun oil and sweat that clung to the soldier, feeling the tautness under that suit. Eros walked - stumbled over - and gave Damon a smile he hoped did not look as manic as he felt.

"Damon! Hi! Thank you so much for coming!" In the dredges of his words, his thought about how high and shaky his voice sounded. He coughed, dropped his tone a few octaves, to a forcefully lower, "cooler" voice. "So, uh, how do you like the party?" As he ran his fingers through his dirty blonde waves, feeling a little proud of how cool he must have looked.
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Posted 02-10-2024, 01:13 PM This post was last modified: 02-10-2024, 01:14 PM by Eros Quiller
Played by Nyx    15 Posts Damon Argyris
He would have sworn he knew when he found Eros before he even laid eyes on him, which was ridiculous. But it just felt like the room was lighter, the air more appealing to breathe, and it made his shoulders relax. The sight of Eros though was an entirely different reaction. He couldn’t stop his eyes from taking in every little tail, every little aspect. And each bit of bared skin was an enticing reminder of all that pale skin that he wanted so badly to explore. The way the sweater Eros wore hung from his shoulder was a temptation he was having a hard time not giving into. He wanted to drop his head and nuzzle along that skin before leaving enough marks there to likely horrify Eros’s parents. And even just thinking that made him feel guilty. Here he was lusting after his friend's child! Well, adult now but Eros was still their kid and it was wrong. It should be something he never allowed himself to want but somehow it just made the wanting sweeter. Or maybe that was more sinful. Whatever it was it made it even harder to ignore his desires for Eros knowing that it would be rather frowned upon even if it wasn’t technically taboo.

Still it ws a real effort not to do just what he wanted to do. It was utterly to enticing of the young man and he might have to tell him not to wear that around him unless he wanted Damon doing something about all that exposed skin.

To hide his reaction he brought his drink up to his lips and down it as he started for Eros. Even watching the young man come closer was amusingly delightful. It was clear that Eros was just as happy and excited to see him as he was to see Eros. And that almost puppy-like eager energy was adorable, making him smile much more tenderly at the other man. And hearing his voice was delightful! Even watching Eros try to act cool and speak in a deeper voice was amusing and had his lips twitching in a slight smile.

He reached out without thinking and draped an arm over Eros’s shoulders, tugging him close for a hug as he wrapped his other arm around him. He just wanted to feel the man close to him dammit! And it should be fine to hug him, that was a reasonable thing to do. Even if feeling that slim body close was all too enticing. ”Eros, of course I came.” There was no way he was going to avoid a chance to see the young man. ”It's a great party like always.”

He should really let go of Eros and back off but god he didn’t want to. And for a moment he let himself do just what he really wanted to do. He was careful to make sure no one was paying close attention to them before he dropped his head down to bury his nose into the crook of Eros’s exposed neck. He nuzzled against it and nipped at his skin, giving a low quiet groan of pleasure at the taste of Eros as his tongue flicked out to tease him. ”Fair warning if you wear things like this you’re just tempting me to leave marks on all this beautiful skin.” His voice was low and husky as he whispered that against Eros’s throat, just loud enough for him to hear, before he stood and let Eros go with a slightly sly smile.

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Posted 02-10-2024, 02:06 PM
Played by Andromeda    20 Posts Eros Quiller
Oh gosh.

Damon knew just what to say, where to touch. The feeling of his lips brushing skin, his stubble rubbing against his bare neck. Eros could not suppress the shiver at Damon's large hands wrapped around his slender waist, and he sighed into the kiss. He could feel his arousal responding, an aching in his groin, so heavy and deep it overwhelmed his nervous thoughts.

"D-damon..." he breathed softly, and only when Damon leaned back did Eros realize how tightly he was holding onto him - how enraptured he was by the smell of denim and gun oil, how desperately Eros needed Damon against him, on top of him, in him-

His comment made Eros flush, and he looked decidedly less pale. "I didn't do it on purpose!" Eros insisted, with the sharp denial of a child caught in a lie. He'd been telling himself that it wasn't on purpose, but when he looked in the full length mirror, saw the way sunlight caught the line of his unmarked shoulder blade, made it glow brighter and more heavenly than the metal of his prosthetic... he could not help but imagine Damon's lips tracing paths on that shoulder, down the taut line of his stomach.

He gnawed at his lip, pondering. His family was here, along with relatives and friends, and even the act of hugging Damon felt scandalous, on display. The Quillers loved to know things, to gossip and tease. He could already hear Remus, his coy voice snaking around him, exposing him and his vices.

But Damon looked incredible, and Eros was young and infatuated and hopelessly lost in those dark eyes. So Eros wordlessly took Damon's hand and pulled him back, away from the cluster of party guests, the loud laughs and exorbitant gestures of the Quiller family. They slipped into an adjoining hall, another hallway, a room.

When Eros was sure the door was closed and locked, and none of his nosy family members followed him, he pulled himself into Damon's arms and drew the him into a deep kiss - the sloppy, passionate kiss of a boy with too much arousal and too little experience. He pressed his hardness against Damon's leg, unsure of where else to relieve the aching tension.

"I.." he pulled back, hated the way the air felt empty and cold against his lips, and pressed them flush against Damon's mouth again, swallowing the unfinished sentence.

Eros couldn't think past broad shoulders and chocolate curls, the press of cool metal from Damon's military regalia against his fleshy shoulder. It was evident that he had drowned in his obsession, as he would have realized he dragged Damon not into his own room, but Remus', and Remus had a way of passing through even locked doors.
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Posted 02-11-2024, 12:53 PM This post was last modified: 02-11-2024, 12:53 PM by Eros Quiller
Played by Nyx    15 Posts Damon Argyris
Fuck but Eros was far to tempting and he wasn’t sure the young man even realized just how tempting he was. He was trying very hard to be good and not push this. To take his time and do this properly. But all he wanted to do was find a nice quiet room away from the party and show Eros just what dressing like this made Damon want to do to him. But that wouldn’t be proper or right. Or so he kept telling himself. But if that was the case then why did it feel so damned right to have Eros pressed against his body? Why did having the young man in his arms feel like it was meant to be? It was really hard not to ask himself those questions and just go with it at the moment. But he really should step back, to move away from Eros before someone noticed how close they were and started asking questions.

He nearly lost what little control he had at the way that Eros breathed his name, like a whimpered sigh that made him want to hear it again. He took in a sharp breath and held it for a moment, trying to remind himself of all the reasons why this was wrong but they kept slipping away like sand in an hourglass. Why was he trying to fight this? What reason did he have to keep his hands off Eros? They were both consenting adults.

That made him chuckle low and deep, a sly little smirk curling across his lips. ”Now why don’t I believe that?” He asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as he looked down at Eros. Yeah, there was no way this wasn’t on purpose when he denied it so quickly like that. He had no doubt that Eros had wanted him to see this, to see him like this. But did he want what also came with it? Did Eros want him in his bed? Because if not they needed to have that conversation and right quick.

The way that Eros chewed on his lower lip only brought his focus there and he was tempted to tug it from between those teeth. Then again he was tempted to replace those teeth with his own, to show Eros how it could feel like to let someone else nip at that beautiful lower lip instead. But he was the older one here and he should be the one telling them to stop, taking that step back and admitting they needed to not get caught up in the moment.

Yet when Eros took his hand and led him from the room he didn’t argue or fight it. Instead he followed willingly, eagerly honestly. He was only a half a step behind the younger man and only because he wasn’t sure where they were going. If he had known the intended destination he would have just picked Eros up and carried him there himself. As it was he followed instead, eager to be away from so many prying eyes.

He didn’t hesitate to take Eros into his arms once they were alone and let himself be pulled into the kiss. He didn’t mind that it was a bit sloppy for the passion behind it made up for it. He groaned into the kiss and did his best to show Eros what he liked by dominating the kiss himself. He could feel that hardness against his leg and growled low, pressing Eros harder against him. He rather liked feeling it and he wanted to see Eros writhing in pleasure.

Eros pulling back only brought a low growl from him and if the young man hadn’t returned to kissing him he would have just dragged him back himself. He didn’t notice or care whose room this was, just that they were alone in it.

His hands moved down and grabbed Eros’s ass, lifting him and encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist as he strode further into the room. He refused to stop kissing Eros until his shins met a bed and he dropped Eros onto it, crawling over him. His breathing unsteady and heat coursing through him. Why had he bothered to wear such a formal outfit? It was just getting in the way now when he wanted nothing but naked skin between them. Now it was his turn to settle between those pretty legs and press the hard length of his cock against Eros, groaning as he bent to seal his mouth to Eros’s in another demanding kiss.

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Posted 02-11-2024, 01:36 PM
Played by Andromeda    20 Posts Eros Quiller
It had been him that took Damon's hand and slipped into the empty room, him that drew the officer into a slopping, desperate kiss. But, as soon as the load voices in the hall faded, as the door clicked shut and they were alone, it was like a switch had flipped. Eros' inexperience fell into Damon's need to dominate, and he was engulfed by the other man's control. He felt the older man's large hands palm his ass, his minty mouth stealing his breath, and Eros couldn't help but whine and writhe against the man's tongue. Damon's hands coaxed his legs up and around his waist, and he did so, though with great surprise considering he felt like jelly. Eros didn't care - he'd do anything right now for Damon, for his tongue to continue claiming his mouth, for his hands to continued kneading his small, firm ass, pulling and pushing his cheeks.

The new position only drew a breathy moan out of Eros, as his cock found contact with Damon's stomach. The officer was so solid, so hard, and Eros couldn't stop himself from rutting desperately against those solid abs like a pathetic animal.

"Oh gosh..." he whined, and he was just about lost in that delicious friction until he was dropped onto the bed. If he were just a little more cognizant, he may have recognized the soft, patterned sheets to be Remus'. He barely registered that his pre-cum had left a tiny, dark wet spot on the front of Damon's crisp shirt and was about to murmur an apology. But those thoughts evaporated when Damon pressed himself against Eros again, and their cocks made contact.

"Ahhh, fuck!" Eros yelped. They were both clothed, but Eros was already dizzy with pleasure, letting himself be taken by Damon's mouth, pushing back with intense desperation, as if lessening his force would cause Damon to pull back. He needed Damon on him, forcing him against the mattress with his tongue, and Eros rocked his hips helplessly into Damon's cock.

"Please, Damon". His gut was heavy, rolling with pleasure, and he felt lightheaded as his gasps were swallowed by the officer. He pulled back from Damon, a trail of saliva connecting their swollen, glimmering lips, breaking as Eros's head fell back against the sheets. His shoulder length, golden hair splayed around behind his head like a halo, as his slender hands trailed down and tugged at the hem of Damon's pants. "Let me touch you." He punctuated his plea by dipping his fingers below Damon's loosened shirt, feeling the muscled expanse of his stomach, the dark, wiry trail of hairs that trickled below his belt.

Upon touching Damon's skin, Eros ran his tongue across his red lips - imaging what those hairs, his skin what feel like against hismouth. He hadn't realized how long he had wanted this, wanted Damon, until his hands were hovering just above his pants line. That when he had seen Damon in his parent's living room, sipping coffee, relaxed against the cushions of their sofa, he wanted to fall to his knees between those thick thighs and take all of the officer into his mouth - with or without anyone in the room.
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Posted 05-05-2024, 02:01 PM This post was last modified: 05-05-2024, 02:06 PM by Eros Quiller