bunny || cashton (discontinued)

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((how i picture ashton and calum in the story under media good great amazing))

so hey enjoy this piece of shit i had no chill while writing it and it kinda resembles 50 shades of grey how tragic

-emma

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calum visibly gulped as he entered mr. irwin's office, carelessly dropping his bags to the floor. he timidly bit his lip as he looked at mr. irwin's muscular frame sitting behind a large desk. calum was always known as being self-assured, but this was the man that had decided to bring him into such a mass industry in the first place, therefore he couldn't help but to feel nervous in his presence.

mr. irwin was just as calum depicted he'd be (well, calum did look him up on google images, after all). the curly-haired boy was all dashing good looks and muscles, protruding biceps visible under his ironed suit. with his dark gray suit and his fingers interlocked, he appeared to be professional and of high authority. calum was already turned on; mr. irwin just looked so in control, and the feminine boy definitely wanted to be controlled by him, if not dominated.

"welcome, calum," mr. irwin greeted the feminine boy, his lips turning up into the hint of a smirk as his eyes shamelessly raked down calum's slim body. the muscular boy outstretched his hand in front of him and kindly instructed, "please take a seat."

calum took a deep breath, his mind swirling with naughty thoughts and obscene images. "confidence is key" repeated as a mantra in his head as he advanced toward the man awaiting him, heels obnoxiously clicking on the tiled floor and him lightly swinging his hips to enhance his sex appeal. he planted himself in the seat across from mr. irwin and kicked his feet up and onto the desk, his tan legs sure to catch the older boy's eye. he lifted up his skirt the slightest, making sure it rode up a little to expose more of his smooth legs.

calum was well aware that the businesswoman from earlier called this meeting something like "absolutely professional" and "seduce-free," but the feminine boy surely didn't play that way. calum definitely preferred being disobedient and possibly getting punished for it.

"hello, mr. irwin," calum responded, attempting at seeming pure in his motives. he took note of the way mr. irwin switched his gaze from his face to his legs and up to meet his eyes again, acting as if he didn't just glance at the feminine boy's bare limbs. calum smiled at that, mentally congratulating himself on gaining the muscular boy's attention. calum loved it when he was acknowledged; he felt happy when attention was trained solely on him, whether it was in a positive or a negative way.

"call me ashton." ashton once again outstretched his arm, yet this time, he was expecting a handshake. calum simply stared at his hand and tilted his head to the side in confusion, this meeting being far too platonic for him. he briefly conceived a plan in his mind and acted out on it without his brain proccessing its potential consequences.

denying ashton's outstretched palm, calum abruptly stood up and lightly slapped ashton's hand to move it out of his way. slipping off his heels and climbing on all fours onto the desk, he slowly leaned toward ashton's stiff frame. "you can call me your little slut," calum purred in the curly-haired boy's ear before licking a wet strip up the older boy's neck.

"not today, babe," ashton deadpanned. it took all his willpower to push away calum's petite body from his more muscular one. calum huffed as he was forefully seated and ashton cleared his throat, straightening his tie. "are you always this erratic?"

"only on days ending in 'y', i swear," calum admitted with a smile. he placed his elbow onto the desk and held his own face in his palm, feigning innocence by fluttering his long eyelashes.

"so... any questions?" ashton asked to change the subject, mentally cursing himself when he felt his dick twitch in his slacks. he usually waited for questions until the end of his lectures, but calum was just so distracting, so beautifully needy in front of him, that the order of things just didn't seem to matter anymore. ashton switched his gaze from the feminine boy and to a nearby wall, unintentionally stretching the collar of his dress shirt with how hard he was pulling on it.

calum thought for a moment, bringing his other hand up and onto the desk and clicking his fingernails against the wood in a thoughtful gesture. "well, for starters, you've never accepted a male bunny into the industry. why me? don't you think you'll lose some of your audience?"

ashton was quick to answer. "of course, but i also believe you have real potential to work in the playboy company. you've worked with other models before, therefore you're somewhat experienced. your body is sexy and voluptuous, the definition of a perfect modeling figure. you're obviously confident in your own skin and that's more than wonderful. you're made to be a bunny, calum."

calum bit his bottom lip in an effort to hide his smile, distinctly tasting cherries from the lipstick he'd adorned earlier that morning. he appreciated being complimented, praised, even. it made him feel special and wanted, like he was doing something right.

the feminine boy was about to ask another question, but ashton was already one step ahead of him. "i'm not going to fuck you on your first day, or your second or your third, presumably. i want to know your age, what turns you on, what turns you off, your kinks in bed, the like," ashton said with a careless wave of his hand.

"so you want to get to know me, is that it?" calum inquired smugly, pushing his black-with-a-tinge-of-blonde fringe to the side. "well... i'm twenty-two and i enjoy exchanging nicknames reserved only to use in the bedroom; i love being praised when i deserve it, punished when i deserve it, being blindfolded and bound to the bed, and being spanked is one of my favorite things in the world. being controlled and manhandled is such a turn on. i have a secret fetish of getting caught by someone else while doing the deed; i mean, it's never happened to me before but i admire the idea."

"interesting," ashton said approvingly, fully leaning back in his leather chair. "i'm twenty-six, and for me, i enjoy possessing the upper hand, having my hair pulled, receiving hickeys and back scratches to wake up to in the morning, and for my sub to dress pretty for me on occasion. most of all, i like being called daddy, whether it's in or out of the bedroom."

"i can work with that, daddy." he giggled girlishly with his eyes crinkling at the corners, causing ashton to grin. "i don't think any of the guys that have fucked me had a daddy kink."

"i guess i'm just one of a kind, then," ashton replied, seemingly conceited as he rested nearly his full body weight onto the desk and clasped his hands together. "how many times have you had sex before?"

calum paused for a while before responding, him needing time to contemplate. "i lost track after the thirtieth time i had a dick buried in my ass," calum joked, smiling mischievously.

ashton chuckled dryly. "you sure are something, hood," he commented fondly. calum smiled at that, mumbling a small, "i know."

the pair then sat in silence, just thoroughly taking in each other's appearances to memorize for other occurences. ashton believed that calum was pretty, so so pretty, and he was undoubtedly excited to witness what the feminine boy could do, both in the modeling studio and in the bedroom.

"right, um. i think you best be headed on your way, then," ashton dismissed vaguely, using more of a questioning tone than he'd initially intended. "there are six bunnies assigned to each bedroom and i believe, if i'm not mistaken, your room is down the hall and the last door on the left. you can take your bags and set them in there."

calum glanced back at his suitcases in which ashton was referencing, nodding lightly. "will you be accompanying me?" calum asked with a flirtatious wink, smiling as he watched ashton's eyes roll fondly.

"very funny, now get out," ashton said with a demanding tone, yet his facial expression told otherwise, eyebrows raised in amusement and a devilish smirk gracing his thin lips.

calum strutted to the doorway and opened the door with a delicate hand, picking up his bags and looking over his shoulder. "it's your loss to make yourself aquainted with me first, daddy. you're honestly missing out on so much. i already know you won't be able to resist me for long." and with that, calum turned on his heel and departed from ashton's office, his suitcases in tow and him being awarded a boosted ego from the encounter.