Matt's Answer Came In The Form Of Another Sharp Slap On His Ass, The Crack Of Leather Upon Skin Echoing

Matt's answer came in the form of another sharp slap on his ass, the crack of leather upon skin echoing in the expanse of his empty office. Roman was in his element, delighting in the pained hiss slipping out from between Matt's gritted teeth. Every gasp, every moan forced out of the man was music to his ears and best of all, Matt had come seeking this out willingly, offering himself and his toned ass for the crime lord to use as he saw fit. "Bad boy, telling me what to do. Luckily for you, I'm in a good mood..." Roman purred, kneading the glowing flesh of Matt's rump. Another rough slap was promptly delivered, both to punish Matt for speaking out of turn and simply because Roman was indulging himself as much as he was indulging his toy. Sex and torture were two of Roman's most favourite things but it was very rare he got to enjoy both of them together. Luckily for him, Matt had proven himself an eager participant and a glutton for punishment. Satisfied that the vigilante had been sufficiently rebuked, Roman tugged off his gloves, laying bare hands across Matt's bruised cheeks. His ass had to be screaming at this point and the crime lord took a moment to admire his handiwork, marveling at the mural of red and blue patterns marring sculpted flesh. He smirked; Matt hadn't even healed fully before coming back for round... oh, which was this now, four? Five perhaps? Every time Matt swore it was the last, but then he came slinking back for just one more, like an addict would come crawling for Drops. And like any good supplier, Roman would gladly deliver the next fix, for a price. "Raise your ass higher, I ain't finished yet." The crime lord growled roughly, hooking an arm around the other man's middle even if Matt was more than ready to comply. He'd love to smack that ass until morning but Roman was growing impatient, silicone toy bobbing between the other man's thighs. It had been generously lubed up while Roman contented himself with abusing Matt's cheeks but now he was craving to make the man his, bent over his desk and begging for more. Fingertips and toy alike teased Matt some more, Roman's strap-on tantalizingly close to pushing in already. Oh, Matt was so ready, probably had been ever since he came in through the window like he always did, the slut. Yet another reason why he liked the vigilante so much, that even though he tried stopping Roman in-between romantic visits (he did), Matt was every bit as sinful as the devil he modeled himself after and didn't pretend otherwise, not when the two of them were alone like this. "You gonna be a good boy for me now, Matt? You'd better, I cleared my schedule just for this so it's gonna be a long night for us both." Roman rumbled, teasing Matt's tight hole with the head of his strap-on. The gesture was as clear as unspoken words could be: Not yet, not until you beg for it.

" Miss me?"

"Like a hole in the head." Roman's words were harsh and blunt as always, as biting as the cloud of tobacco he exhaled upon hearing that all too familiar voice. Figures things wouldn't stay quiet for long. Dark eyes narrowed as he flicked ash carelessly, Roman's ever-present grin unwavering as he turned to Harley. "I got a short deadline and an even shorter temper, clown. State your business and quickly."

There’s a package of high quality chocolate waiting next to his morning coffee, alongside a small pouch of ginger and chamomile tea for the nausea. Wonder who left those there?

The sight of chocolate sitting on his desk doesn't help him feel any better. At once his guts clench, immediately tasting acrid bile blooming upon his tongue but his eyes carry on roving, lingering on the steaming mug of coffee and especially on the pouch of tea. Ginger and chamomile? He'd never been much of a tea drinker but somehow it sounded soothing, delicate enough to give a try if the coffee decided to assault his stomach along with the chocolate. Tenative fingers grasp the mug's handle and he takes a well-practised gulp. To his relief, the coffee behaves as it hits his stomach, Roman enjoying the robust warmth which helps to keep the nausea at bay a little longer. Good, strong flavours, just the way he liked it, and Roman hummed as he wondered who had brought him such nice treats. Not his men, surely - they knew better than to bother him on his 'hangover' days, which meant... Of course, Elise. It had been a while since he'd last spoken to the woman but she was still thinking of him if her gifts were anything to go by. A rare feeling came over him all of a sudden - guilt, that he hadn't been in touch with the blood mage nearly as much as he should. Maybe later on when his guts have settled, he could enjoy the chocolate along with tea, and then think about sending her a message of gratitude along with a request to come visit when he was up to handle polite company.

What kind of NPC are you?

Secret BBEG

You are carrying so many feelings inside of yourself that never see the light of day, huh? The adventuring party you keep running into jokes and messes around with you, but they have no idea who you really are and they haven't even bothered trying to figure it out either. There's a reason secret is in the title, and it's because there are a lot of people out there who have been underestimating or overlooking you. The important things about you anyways. The ones you wish people would understand, but it seems like they just consistently disappoint. And while you are the last person they would want to do that to, how would they even know until it was too late? You keep things so tightly under wraps after all. You're the type of person who can blend in and move around behind the scenes unnoticed, but that doesn't mean you aren't working hard. In fact, you're probably working harder than most of the people being lauded super publicly for all of their accomplishments. You're just not loud about it. One day, when you either snap or when your carefully set plans fall into place and you're able to reveal how you really feel... well, everyone is in for one hell of a ride.

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Roman is very dominant in the bedroom and that goes triple for male partners. You will be on the receiving end and you'll like it too, and if not, tough titties, he's topping or else there won't be any playtime for you. It's a very, very rare occasion he'll willingly cede control to another man and let them take him instead.

He remembered it like it was yesterday, eight years old and dragged to yet another stupid party hosted by his parents. Hiding under the table which was covered by an ornate table cloth, it was the perfect place in which to hide away from prying eyes and judgemental gazes of other people. Roman had little interest in talking to any of them, with their fake smiles plastered across their equally fake faces, pretending to like those they were forced to socialize with. His parents were the worst, basking in the attention of their peers like how snakes would bask in the sun. Roman hated them all, scowling from beneath his protective cover. Bored eyes scanned the crowd, looking for those select few people whose company he was able to stomach. Mary wasn't here; he'd have spotted her blonde hair flashing amongst the crowd by now. Similarily there was no Viktor, hiding behind Mr. and Mr's Zsasz's legs. Dark hair caught his attention, and Roman suddenly froze. Bruce Wayne. Roman recognized him instantly, even with his head down as he wandered between the forest of bodies dirtying his family's garden with their presence. How dare he show his face here? Roman's blood boiled, hating every inch of him. His fingers tightened around the knife he’d stolen from the table above, wishing he could give the other boy a sharp poke with it. It wasn’t as though it would be dangerous; the blade was only sharp enough to cut slices of beef and other food that had been dished out to guests, make him squeal and go running back to his mother perhaps. But then Bruce wandered closer, his attention elsewhere and Roman froze, fingers clutching the dinner knife so hard his knuckles turned white. Then Bruce turned in the opposite direction, his mother’s hand suddenly on his shoulder to gently guide her son away. Roman stared from beneath the table as they vanished into the crowd, eyes cold and hard before widening in surprise as he felt himself being yanked to his feet by his hair, his own mother hissing obscenities when she thought nobody else would be able to hear over the din of voices and music all around. It hurt, Roman wincing further as her fingers twisted hard before mercifully letting go, only to slip her mask back on as though nothing had happened. Roman had never hated her more in that moment, Mrs. Sionis suddenly acting every bit the loving mother concerned about her child's disappearance and urging him back into the fray to socialize and play like a good little girl, and to not be a bother again or else. Before the table cover fell, Roman cast a longing gaze back to the knife he’d dropped when his mother had found him, still gleaming on the grass where it had fallen until the waiters would find it later, none the wiser as to how it had gotten there.