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General RP Mafia Debt (RhysTheFirebird)

He nodded, figuring perhaps he could have that little image his mind conjured up become a reality. "Sitting in front of the fire, together... that sounds really nice." Romantic, really. Closing his eyes, he sighed softly, content. He pressed closer, enjoying the petting. "That feels nice..." He whispered.
 
Dimitri smiles, still petting Lee, "Mmm. . ." He takes a sip of his drink, watching Lee quietly. He sways side to side with the beat of the music, gently scratching Lee's scalp.
 
Lee moved with Dimitri as he swayed. "Mm... Dimitri~" he called out lightly, getting his attention. The moment he would turn to look, Lee leaned in for a quick peck on the lips. He grinned, hoping to have caught him by surprise.
 
Dimitri glances at Lee and blinks, pulling back, "What did I say?" He murmurs, narrowing his eyes at Lee. He reaches out, brushing his fingers over Lee's jaw, then grips tightly. "No. If you want a kiss, you ask, understand? You're not dumb, I shouldn't have to spell everything out for you, brat."

He lets go, turning back to his drink, tracing his fingers over the rim of his glass, "You keep doing things that make me think you don't want to get fucked tonight."
 
It wasn't the reaction he expected, Lee shrinking some in his seat. He looked away, only for the other to force him to look by the grip on his chin. "Nn... I'm sorry." He had to ask for every little thing? ...Hot. "I did ask to be trained~" he pointed out. What were they called- brat tamers? Yeah, he needed one of those~.

"N-No! Ah... No, I'm sorry." He was quick to correct himself, keeping his hands to himself, no matter how much the brat may have wanted to touch. He had to ask for permission first, which suddenly made it so much better. He brought his focus back onto his drink, sipping at it.
 
Dimitri hums softly, tipping his head back and finishing his drink, "Good. Because one more screw up, and you'll have to wait another two weeks." He looks over at Lee.
 
Lee frowned, nodding quickly. He refused to go through that again! It had only been a few weeks since he last came, but it had been longer than that since he last had sex. ...His attack didn't count, he refused to count it. "Right, right. I'll be good." All he had to do was ask before doing anything. That would be easy enough! For a brat... Shit. He downed the rest of his drink before asking for another one. He just wanted to settle his nerves. Just one more drink...!
 
Dimitri smiles at Lee, watching the boy slowly relax as he gets further into each drink. He gets another of his own, sipping at it slowly and closing his eyes. "So. . . If you couldn't do art, what would you do?" He glances at Lee, trying to start a decent conversation.
 
Lee got his next drink and he started on it, looking over to Dimitri when he posed his question. He was quiet for a moment, thinking it over. "Honestly..." He didn't think he would be alive by now, either his father offing him or Lee doing it himself. But he didn't think the other would care to hear that. "I haven't given it much thought, really." He covered up, hiding that truth.
 
Dimitri raises an eyebrow, "You don't have anything else you enjoy?" He asks, tilting his head. "Really?" He hums softly, shaking his head slightly.

"Shame, maybe we can find other things for you if you want to explore all the creative arts."
 
"I... Well, yeah, I like other things." He almost admitted it again, Lee begging himself not to spill such a dark thing. Dimitri still didn't know certain things about Lee and he wasn't looking to ruin any mood or the entire night. He didn't think the other would take the thought of Lee considering suicide well. He hadn't in a long, long while, his friends playing a major part in keeping him mostly sane. "Career wise... I think art is fine enough." He shrugged, thinking over what else he could do out of the things he liked.

Prostitution? He grinned to himself as the thought crossed his mind, shaking his head. He loved sex, but maybe not that! He looked back over to Dimitri, nodding. "I wouldn't mind that!" He was interested in quite a few things related to the arts. Just the whole topic in general, Lee not personally delving into anything, but he would find himself lingering on the idea of other things. Photography and other art forms.

"I suppose... I found the one thing I'm really good at and just stuck with it." He explained as he really gave it some thought.
 
Dimitri watches him, quiet and listening. "What about Art history? Do you like stuff like that?" He leans his cheek on his palm, quirking an eyebrow.

"Or what about. . . I don't even know." He laughs softly, wrinkling his nose. "There's lots of options as an artist, aren't there?"
 
"Mm," he nodded, "I was taking a class like that, yeah." He seemed to copy Dimitri, resting his chin on his palm, looking at the other.

"Oh, tons!" He lit up, the topic always an interest of his. He actually began listing off the many forms, such as painting and architecture, even literature and the theater. Drinking definitely seemed to have relaxed him and had him rambling on about one of his favorite topics. He would have to be stopped before listing some of his favorite artists in each category. At one point he had pulled his phone out, trying to look up a few examples of each to show the other.
 
Dimitri watches and Lee and listens with focus, as if what Lee was saying was the most import thing. Lee deserved to talk about his interests, and Dimitri was going to give him the attention, time, and space to do so. He nods occasionally, asking a few questions to make sure he understood and let Lee know he was paying attention.
 
Lee wasn't once stopped, allowing the younger male to go on. It was rare to find someone who wasn't in his class or college to talk about art, to be interested in anything he had to say about it. It took a little bit before he realized he was rambling, eventually going quiet, "and, ah... Mm... I'm sorry." He pulled his drink close, distracting himself with it as he drank from the glass. He wasn't used to this. Anytime he ever tried to tell his father about his interests, he would usually shut him up, not allowing Lee to get much out. It was different and a little scary. He wasn't going to get hit, so there was nothing to worry about. Old habits were simply too hard to break.

The other most likely wouldn't understand his sudden strange behavior, apologizing and going quiet so quickly. Lee just wasn't used to the attention and didn't know what to do with it. He didn't know how to explain it, so he kept quiet, nursing his drink.
 
Dimitri pouts slightly, he actually pouts, when Lee goes silent. "I was enjoying that." He grumbles, having thoroughly enjoyed listening to Lee ramble about his passion. He reaches forward with his free hand, brushing his fingers over Lee's forehead, pushing aside his hair, "Why'd you stop?"
 
Lee, surprised, looked over at Dimitri, the other brushing his hair out of his face. “Ah… it’s nothing. I just… I’m not used to anyone willing to listen to me ramble.” And not get hit for it. He looked away, feeling bad.
 
Dimitri smiles and shrugs, "Well, I'm here to listen." He touches Lee's cheek gently, his smile softening. "You deserve to be heard." He murmurs.
 
At the touch to his cheek, he looked back over to Dimitri, smiling sadly. “My… my father didn’t think so.” At first, he didn’t want to mention such personal things, yet as the alcohol ran through his system, he felt a little confidence boost. The words simply poured out of him. “He didn’t care for my interests.” He shrugged.
 
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Dimitri narrows his eyes slightly, "Tell me, would you rather I have gone after him got the debt and made his life hell?" He slides his hands down to Lee's jaw, leaning close and whispering into his ear, "Would you like me to find him and make him regret ever hurting you?"

It seemed, even without being told, Dimitri knew exactly what possibly happened. Maybe he found out when he checked Lee's background and was waiting for an excuse to bring it up.
 
Hell yeah, Lee would have loved that - initially. Then again... He wouldn't have met Dimitri. He wouldn't have found the person he wanted to submit to and serve, to please and make happy. Funny how it ended up being someone from the mafia. Setting his glass down, he looked at the male as he held his face, eyes widening hearing his words. "H-How..." Sure, he had old marks on his body that the other had seen quite a few times before, leaving untold stories he most likely figured out.

The one thing Lee ever hoped for was presented to him right then and there by the perfect person to manage such a feat. His father often traveled back and forth between the States and London. He had no idea where the man was at any given time. "You shouldn't waste your time on that..." On him. "You have more important things to worry about." He shook his head, bringing a hand up to hold one of Dimitri's that was against his cheek, leaning into it with his eyes closed.
 
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Dimitri pulls Lee close, kissing the boy deeply. Not a carnal kiss, but one of affection. He pulls back slightly, "It's not a waste of time." He murmurs softly, leaning to kiss his nose. "You are the most important thing right now."

He slides his free hand down Lee's waist, pulling the boy closer, "You are mine, Lee Chapman. And I protect what's mine. Past, present, and future. Do you hear me?"
 
Lee's eyes had widened again, the other catching him by surprise, bringing him in for that sweet, deep kiss. He could feel himself melting in it, sinking as he pressed a little closer. The other parted and he looked at him through lidded eyes. He smiled at the little nose kiss, nuzzling gently into the hand that held his face. He didn't know what to say, not used to such affection and being wanted. The most important thing? Normally, he would laugh at such a concept. He kept quiet, gasping lightly as he was suddenly pulled much closer. He flushed lightly, nodding. "Yes, Sir," he said, smiling sadly. He loved the possessiveness, it was different. He liked hearing it, that he was his.

"He... he travels." He said finally with a small sigh, looking up at the other. "You can do whatever you want."
 
Dimitri smiles, "Good." He murmurs, tone dark. He kisses Lee's temple, pulling the boy closer, before settling him into his lap, maybe wanting a little bit of snuggles. "He'll never hurt you again, Lee."

He murmurs, nuzzling into Lee's hair.
 
Dimitri seemed to like that and it made Lee a little nervous. He was better off not knowing anything, he decided. He let the other pull him even closer than before, right into his lap, Lee's legs hanging over the side of his. He leaned against his chest, head resting just under his chin, nodding. "I'll leave it to you... You know best." It was true. Lee was still quite new to this whole mafia world. Dimitri had connections he could only ever dream of, not that Lee ever wanted that power. Dimitri would take care of things, he would put his trust in the man. He knew best. Besides, he mentioned just scaring his father... right? He closed his eyes, trying to rid himself of those thoughts. He had wanted something bad to happen to his father for the longest time. Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, he didn't know what to do with it. He gently wrapped his arms around Dimitri's waist, clinging to him.
 
Dimitri focuses on holding onto Lee, sliding his hand up and down the boy's back. "Good. . ." He murmurs softly.

After a while, after taking the time to relax and have a few more drinks, her starts to kiss Lee's ear. He lightly brushes his lips under the boy:s love, humming softly
 
Lee was completely content in the other’s arms, hugging him and enjoying the gentle petting. He took another drink when he saw Dimitri do the same, sipping here and there, but his focus was totally on resting against the other.

A smile pulled at his lips feeing the other tease him. It was funny, he had to ask permission before he could do anything, while the other could do whatever to him. …he kinda liked that. The other having total control while Lee didn’t. Ahh, why was he so into that? Someone else having all the control and power over him. He pressed his face further into his chest, hiding. He hummed softly, enjoying the sensations. “Mmm…” he looked up at him then, stopping himself from just leaning in for a kiss, letting him do it if he wanted.
 
Dimitri smiles, lifting a hand, cupping the side of Lee's face, brushing his thumb over the other's temple. "So beautiful and perfect. . ." He whispers, pressing his lips to Lee's jaw.

"All mine. . ." He murmurs, slowly kissing his way to Lee's chin.
 
Lee brought his hand up, holding the one cupping his cheek. At the words, he shook his head, stopping to hide his face in his hand. No way, but he wouldn’t verbalize those words, knowing the other would just drill them into his head.

The other planted a kiss to his exposed jaw, Lee turning his head back to look at him, those lips trailing to his chin. He tilted his head back, allowing him access to his neck. Ah, the possessiveness. He loved it. He gently kissed his palm, hoping that was okay.
 
Dimitri pulls back for just a moment, staring into Lee's eyes, his own gaze narrowing. "Say it." He growls, gripping Lee's chin, "Tell me what you just thought."
 

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