Video | un: muscleman

[unleashedpet]

[People who have been there will recognize the setting behind him as Pete's, the bar he runs with his husband. One might even baaaarely catch a glimpse of what looks like a mural with a collage of his face behind him. It's hard to see though due to the camera quality and angle he has things at.

But he has a smile on his face.]

Hello everyone! Pete's is issuing a challenge for anyone who happens to visit for some drinks and a good time! There are five shirt buttons hidden somewhere in the bar. If you can find one of the five buttons then drinks for you are on us for the rest of the night.

[And, because he knows how people are...]

We will inspect the button when you bring it to the counter to make sure it's one of the five, by the way. So no tricks to try and get free drinks by just bringing in any old button.

[And he grins a little more.]

The challenge will last until all five are found! As long as that takes! Have fun!

Comments

[unleashedpet]

[His hands go to his arm but he doesn't really do anything to stop him, just smiling at him still. There's a bit of that crazy behind those dark eyes now.]

...no.

[safesex]

(( Pete knows that Vegas likes these games they play, even when his temper flares a little during them. That Pete enjoys them too, well, that just makes them better suited for each other, doesn't it?

Vegas' fingers tighten by degrees, threatening to restrict Pete's airflow as he steps closer. His belt is still in his other hand, but he can't actually swing it from this close. And letting go? That will give Pete a chance to run. ))

No?

[unleashedpet]

[He gasps as it becomes harder to breathe, struggling a little but not breaking free. And they both know that he could. He's trained to get out of situations just like this.

Instead he gives a bit of a grin. That's right. No. He's not apologizing.]

CW: BDSM RELATED VIOLENCE

[safesex]

(( Using his grip on Pete's throat, Vegas hauls his husband away from the wall, dragging him a few steps toward the bed. Vegas plops himself down the edge and pulled Pete down, over his lap. He hasn't dropped his belt yet either, so he's pretty sure Pete can figure out what's going to happen even before the leather whirs through the air and cracks loudly across his still-clothed ass. ))