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Ah. He didn't want to get away from the springs either, buuuuuuut. It's not somewhere he wants to stay all night. That's what they honeymoon suite was for. It was sweet, it was for the honeys, when the moon was out. That's clearly what it actually was for, not newlyweds.[break][break]

Magnus can't even fathom weddings right now. All he's got on his mind is a lap dance from his woman.[break][break]

"We'll sneak back out at midnight for a little fun back here." He wasn't about to let Jasmine be deprived, when he enjoyed it too. It was just the best seat in the house, be it for titty or for ass, or green emerald eyes.[break][break]

Wait... that last one sounded weird. Ass...[break][break]

Well whatever. As he grabs her butt, he winks her way. "How about it, baby?"

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Magnus waits for the recovery, and as the boy in front of him tumbles, he makes the save, able to at the very least, laugh it all off. Good to see the social tuck-and-roll, and he waits and listens. Name was Mateo. He laughs, rubs his hair, and was amazed by Magnus' desire to embrace the gang's dreams.[break][break]

He was doing a great job buttering Magnus up at least.[break][break]

"I make sure every dream is given the TLC it needs. My number two likes bikes, I got him a bike. My mechanics love to play with them." It was simple as that. And it wasn't just them. Oz liked to fight, so they had a club. Leilani was a crafty woman, and Keira knew business, so they had a club. Or the workers who frequented it. Magnus saw them all as pups in a pack, and one he led.[break][break]

He scoffs, tilting his head to the side.[break][break]

"Mateo. What dreams you got yourself, pup? Just breathe, guy, we're all friends here. Pretty sure if I did you wrong, Lani would skin my dick like a banana."[break][break]

... yeah. Probably.

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A woman who was always in a state of control, never once. And Magnus, well, he was damn attracted to a woman who quite literally could not be taken like that. Sexy, is what he thought of it.[break][break]

Even as they finished, Summer had been up first, fetching fallen cloth, papers, and the like. And Magnus? Well, he was laying there, post-coitus to just take it in. Oh yeah, he still got it. Twenty-eight, and he was still a good time. And he imagined she would get up, to say as much.[break][break]

And then, she gave him five minutes, and he smirks ear-to-ear. He was the booty call after all. Not like she wasn't.[break][break]

"Aw, no kiss good night? What a cunning woman." He would get up, not in a rush what-so-ever, now pulling up his undergarments, before the rest of his things with his own hands, intent to carry them out. He already needed one whole minute to get that much.[break][break]

"Next time I'll ring the doorbell. See if the queen is home. Maybe I can show you how we do it in Unova." He smirks, winking to her before quickly throwing open the door, and making a full cross-country sprint. No shoes. No pants, or shirt. Just his undergarments, and the harsh elements of the night.[break][break]

Damn.[break][break]

He can't wait to hit this chick up again.

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Fuck'n Arceus, he was sweating his balls off in here.[break][break]

Of all the fuck'n places, why a fucking desert? It was pretty, sure, pretty fuckn' hot. The endless dunes, the imposing sun from above that laid over all. It was already summer, it was already hot, and it was already pissing him off. The only times he liked being sweaty were in bed with someone else, in the ring or on the streets beating the shit out of someone.[break][break]

He can't blame @keira or @marshall for that though. In fact, Magnus doesn't complain a single bit. His willpower, his self, his pride? None of it allowed to show that weakness. He once read that kings of yore must be the most prideful. They must be greedier than all. And they must be able to endure everything, and bear the mantle of any hardship.[break][break]

His jacket is tied around his waist, and his undershirt worn like a bandana to keep the sun from his face, coated in water from a canteen he had on his person. He would drink none of it, which made him thirsty. Yet not a drop would be for him. If Kei or Slade needed it, he would make sure they got their water.[break][break]

A king must be willing to bear the weight of their people. Magnus would never falter in that regard. Not once. Not a single time.[break][break]

How long had they been walking with the sun beating their asses this hard? He almost wishes ozias ambrose were here. At least then, he'd have a more compelling reason to get his ass beat than just the spooky otherworldly sun.[break][break]

Today, he had Jo-Jo the Riolu, and Halle and Berry the Houndour duo. Latte was still sick and staying at home, and tearing away Coco from Latte was like tearing away life partners. So, leading the charge with him, is the cowboy-hat-wearing Riolu, walking through the sand, with two tiny hounds walking with him forward. They would have a little of his canteen, and though the shirtless Magnus had none, they worried. For good reason too.[break][break]

When Marshall calls to his Noivern, Magnus wipe another bead of sweat from his body. He wouldn't show it easy, but he was becoming dehydrated. He made sure he only took the smallest swig of water to fight off it, but he would not falter. He wouldn't dare show the signs of his own thirst.[break][break]

He was often thirstier when it came to Jasmine Blair or Leilani Ka’uhane, so this was nothing to sneeze at. A king had to be thirstier than anyone.[break][break]

"Good call on Bogie, Slade." he fires a smirk towards his number two, both his Houndours cooing out happily as little Jo-Jo hops up in the air with glee. His face is coated in sweat, the vest from above still helping to keep the sun from hitting him too hard.[break][break]

He presses on, hoisting up Jo-Jo like his own kid to ride upon his shoulders. "Let's go see what our scout's found."[break][break]

He fights against his own dizziness, pressing forward. One foot in front of the other. He forces himself to breathe, and though the sun beats down from above, though his vision starts to blur... he continues on.[break][break]

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

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No inappropriate touching? Wow, she was scolding him, and he had to admit, he found that part even hotter. "Yes, ma'am." He says, flirting absolutely, and unapologetically as he makes sure not to go too hard, not too sensual. He didn't want to be on her shit list.[break][break]

Fun part though? It's easy enough to get out of her shit list.[break][break]

And he'd never admit it, but he just wanted her in his lap in the chair, or to suntan for him to see itself. But he would never, ever, ever tell her that much.[break][break]

So instead, just rolls his rough, calloused hands into her muscles to help her wind down after making those muscles sore, and he look work her up and down.[break][break]

"You know, that daq was not as easy as they make it look. Gotta buy strawberries and shit."[break][break]

Did.[break][break]

Did Magnus make that drink? It was a little too strong, and the strawberry taste was rough. But it was a Magnus-made drink.

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Magnus paused at the gasp, and quickly pulls his hand back. He didn't think Vee would react so negatively. He reminds himself, for a moment, not to touch without consent again, and he decides instead to wait on food. After all, Latte would do the 'touch' quota just fine.[break][break]

Dogs get pet every day.[break][break]

"Maybe I'll see if they can one day." He smirks, and leans back to watch the movie.[break][break]

For the first good bit of the movie, Latte, Halle, Berry, and Jo-Jo got the pets, the scratches on their heads were really nice. Jo-Jo is a little abrasive, but Halle, Berry, and Latte all enjoy the petting. They love love! Once the front door knocks though? Halle and Berry both begin a yipping and chase after Vee, as she goes to fetch the food. Both dogs yip and yap and brak and bark at the fleeing deliveryman, until they follow Vee with excitement![break][break]

Soon as food is done? Oh yeah, Magnus is shoveling it down when the question comes up. And he stops to think.[break][break]

"Nah. Would be crazy if we did, but nah. First was @marshall in juvie. @keira soon after, and then the dominos started to topple one by one. Suddenly, I'm in a fight club meetin' kicking ozias ambrose's ass, then I'm in a garage to buy a bike for Marsh, and I meet @deimos, find Leilani Ka’uhane in the club, and Jasmine Blair at her joint last year. And that's just some of them. I ain't even getting into raphael dos plumas, @dominick, Abner Armstrong, or Lucien Durendal."[break][break]

Rome wasn't built in a day... blah blah blah, yeah that old spiel he read in a book once.

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They share a handshake, and when a moment passed, he'd drop it and watch Mateo. Not a lover of hot ass? Or maybe he was? He didn't know the guy well enough, but Lani did give the rec, so he was as good as in. But a little hazing was in order.[break][break]

"Magnus, guy. Some of them call me Maggie." Just some though. The ones he liked the most.[break][break]

As Luci here brushes a hand through his hair, Magnus watches him carefully. Very carefree indeed, and wanting to join because it was dope? Damn right. He wanted in because it was fun. Can't blame that shit, after all, it is.[break][break]

Lady Luck though? "Luck, maybe, but luck means little if you know who to talk to. Lani runs the joint, and me? I just love funding it." He did though. And if it was luck, well, yeah sure he was. But that was a way to look at it.[break][break]

The way Magnus saw it? This was deliberate.

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Oh, her devious smirk makes him all the more willing to enjoy their 'honeymoon suite', and his smirk returns to her, the same bravado, the same confidence as she calls him a devil. And his hands grab to her ass, as he licks his lips, slapping it for good measure.[break][break]

"You know it, baby. Can you imagine how this will feel when we're done?"[break][break]

To put it bluntly?[break][break]

Oh this would be amazing when they were done.[break][break]

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After the work out the couple had, as Magnus joined her, hair covering parts of his face as he makes a chuckle. "I'll call the owner, we can work out a deal." He would gets up, now moving over to her to massage her shoulders.[break][break]

And he stretches a little.[break][break]

"Feel clean yet...? You promised me a dirty thirty lap dance, after all."[break][break]

It's a slap to her ass, but as he gets up, exposing himself from the water, and stretching himself.[break][break]

"Wanna head back?"

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Man, if he had a nickel for every time some hotshot guy whistled at him like a catcall, he'd have like, six nickels. Sometimes it was gals too, but it felt normal to be the guys like him. And the taller man snickers.[break][break]

"Mnmm. I like the confidence, sexy..." He gets closer, a brow risen. He had no issues with pleasing man or woman. In fact, he was all for it. He may be a raging dickhead, but he did love a little raging dick on the occasion. And he had some abs too. Man definitely had that greaser kinda vibe, and Magnus was for it.[break][break]

He thinks for a moment. Can't get distracted.[break][break]

"Ah, well. I'm here to see if I can pay for a bike for a buddy.. Need something current year, something that revs good, and something he can show off to a lady friend (@keira). Think we can work somethin' out?"[break][break]

He turns his gaze around the quiet garage, and smirks ear-to-ear. "And then... if your hot ass handles cars, maybe we can find a backseat and you can show me how good with your hands you are."[break][break]

It's a promise.

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It's a room in the back for Magnus to at least look the boy over. He doesn't know this Mateo, but Lani's quick introduction was, perhaps, a bit too quick. He didn't have time to set it all in. Just to add him in, like that. Orthrus would take most comers, sure, but the spontaneity was left to be desired.[break][break]

Lani is lucky she was one of his girls. She could really get away with anything.[break][break]

"That's Lani for you. Hot piece of ass here in Olympus, and damn do I like watching it go."[break][break]

Expending no details, he would lean back himself, before holding a hand out to Mateo, a smirk on his face to respond to the toothy grin.[break][break]

"Jack Magnus. Leader of Orthrus, gang here in Hoenn, and the kings of the streets. And you wanna join, huh?" He looks towards the door again. "Recommendation from Lani is high praise. Why you want in?"

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She knew what she was doing. Fuck, she knew. He was staring like a dog panting with his tongue out. He could hardly help himself. And as she so humbly allowed him to get her back, she made sure he would get her evened out.[break][break]

Cracking his knuckles, he would lick his lips. "Oh, come on Jazzy. You know I know your body better than any man. I'll be sure to even you out... and then some." The way he says that oozes with an infectious arrogance. Oh, he does know, and oh will he enjoy it.[break][break]

And as soon as he gets right above her, brow risen, his hands are coated, and he begins using those big, heavy hands to massage her back, and to ensure to get it in her skin. He doesn't want to miss a single inch of her back.[break][break]

He always did love giving her a good massage before a good workout...

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Bets for immediate were definitely the winners. Because he liked his arms being around her. Any other man, or woman, save maybe Leilani Ka’uhane, and he'd throw a fuckin' fit. Now, if it were Lani...[break][break]

Well.[break][break]

Threesomes aside, as she teases him, he smirks, and pulls her tighter, so much so, that he would do something rather wild. Pulling her fully onto his lap, he lets her straddle him as he looks into her eyes. He's not sure why, but today, he likes it. He likes her eyes on him.[break][break]

"Yeah... I'll be sure to pamper you a lot too." He would coo out, a smirk on his face. He was still the same Magnus, even if he corrected or censored himself.[break][break]

Her question left something to the imagination, and he ponders it for a moment. But, he settles. "One day, the dog can get some rest. Maybe someone will take care of it... I know I'm never letting any of the dogs go. Not fully."[break][break]

...[break][break]

Why did he feel suddenly so... different?[break][break]

"Alright, enough sappy shit. We only get an hour in here... wanna see how it feels when we're really tuckered out and sweaty?"[break][break]

Yup. Same ol' Magnus.

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"Not a word, baby. Not a word." He smirks, shooting her a wink. Which, when thought about, meant he had to hear a word to know she said what she said, so... uh...[break][break]

Well anyways, her tits were fantastic.[break][break]

And as she went to get her drink, and took the towel, he watched her undo the back of her top, and his golden eyes were very much burning a hole her direction, he was focused. He'd seen them before, but the fun part about it these days was how much was left to the imagination, and he loved that game with Jazz.[break][break]

"Hope the drink's good, baby." He would move to the bottle of sun tan lotion he has at his side, and holds it up. "Want me to get your back...?"[break][break]

Oh yeah. He knew where this was going.

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