I'm addicted to gay one on ones

(ffffffffrickidoodle i missed it)

ummmmmmmmmm uhhhhhhhhhh
choose a number. Any random number

(ffffffffrickidoodle i missed it)

I was surprised that you did

Hhhhhhh dammit i liked the ideas you had up too

Well i’m unfortunately bound to miss some

we could do a one on one with one of the ideas if you want lol

uh uh uh 48

we could do a one on one with one of the ideas if you want lol

Oh yes please

uh uh uh 48

kk we're doing the online thing

we could do a one on one with one of the ideas if you want lol

Oh yes please

okayyyyy
choose one and make a thread or PM me

Hhhhhh idc you do it

Hhhhhh idc you do it

no I can't make decisions, I don't wanna do it

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i don’t wanna do it eitherrrrr

pleeeaaaaassseee

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

fine

PM or thread

yayyyy
and idc you decide, do eenie meenie miney mo or something

Hhhhhh

Ghftjrrrifnfn

hehehehh

Okay

How do you want to start?

maybe your character finds Abaddon on the website and messages him?

Sure, want me to start?

yes pleasee

Sitting in the dark, in his room, Noah couldn't believe he had been brought to this point. He had just graduated college with a bachelor in forensics, and he was having a hard time securing a job. The only he was able to pay his bills was a job he had at a local Italian restaurant. He wasn't any near what he headed to secure his own apartment. His car note was due in two weeks and he was late on his insurance. His job wasn't bringing in enough money, which had brought him to the point of desperation. He joins a sugar daddy website. He hated the fact of being with a man just for his money, but he didn't see any other choice. He scrolled through profiles through the early morning before he found a sugar daddy that he found an interest in, and had a large enough income. In his sleep deprived state, he sent the man, Abaddon, a message.

Abaddon jumped a bit when he heard his phone go off. He crossed over to the counter and picked it up to check it. There was a notification from the sugar daddy app he had downloaded, and he tapped on it. The message was from a guy named Noah.

Noah had only sent a simple "hi" to the man, which he regretted afterwards. He wished he'd sounded more masculine, like sending "hey, what's up?" Or at least introducing himself. But all he sent was "hi." He quickly messaged the man again, typing "I'm Noah." Then he cursed himself. This man would already know that. His name was in his username.

Abaddon smiled a bit, quickly typing a response. "Hi Noah, nice to meet you. How are you today?" He hoped he didn't come off as creepy in any way. He knew that some people viewed sugar daddies as creepy, which is understandable, but he wanted people to be as comfortable as possible when talking to him.

Noah jumped when he heard a ping. His heart raced when he saw a reply. "Good, tired. You?" He responded. He hoped him responding quickly didn't come off as clingy.

Abaddon was somewhat glad the man had responded so quickly. It saved him some time. "Also tired. Just got back from work not too long ago." His phone made small clicking noises as he typed. They seemed to echo in his empty house, and it made his chest tighten. He was lonely.

(That's a mood.)

A corner of Noah's mouth lifted into what could be a smile, though he'd deny it if anyone ever asked him. "Lucky, I'm about to start my shift. Don't get off until midnight, if I'm lucky." He responded. He checked the time. He should really start getting ready for work. He kept his phone nearby as he dished his work clothes out of the closet.