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"Aw. How every considerate of you." Though the vampire would have argued he should have been allowed to let a human bleed out onto the floor till it stained if they'd try to steal from him but...well, the other wasn't wrong in just how much effort the council would have to put in to cover it up and seeing how he was on that council...well, it would be his more effort on his part in a roundabout way. "Hm, don't worry handsome. I'll keep the violence to a minimum. " At least for now. He couldn't help that smirk as the other seemed to clock that he had very old and rather purposeful choices when it came to his drink. A Glenfiddich 40 Year Old Single Malt Scotch wasn't exactly everyone's usual order. "Hm, more than a thousand years old. I'm a vampire, the vampire. Technically. Politically anyway." He clarified with a soft hum of that strong, Scottish accent of his. Biard raised that freshly filled up glass of whiskey to his lips as he took a long drink as he soaked in that very, very perky ass in front of him. He would have offered to the other to fill his lap with it but he had the feeling that the other wasn't that sort of server considering his focus on the fries and the actual service of the bar. He was, however, still very clearly staring at the others ass when he finally turned around.

❝ my point exactly: we really don't need another cover up incident. ❞ granted, some of these patrons deserved to be bled out until their husks were withered and cracked, but human deaths were bad for business, as well as a breeding ground for interspecies tensions. leaning in to refill their glass, isa notes the type of whiskey that biard wants: it's old and expensive, even more expensive than what the guys who try and order the most expenisve stuff in attempt to bag some of the staff. ❝ either you've got real classic taste or you're old as hell. ❞ and the familiar was inclined to go with the latter: most likely bet was either a vampire or a gorgon. come to think of it, isa recalls having seen this guy around angelo, so vampire was even more of a reasonable guess. ❝ hurry up with those damn fries ! ❞ isa barks again, turning around and giving the cruising vamp another view of their plump rear: isa was caked up, much to their chagrin given they were basically walking around in nothing but the skimpiest of shorts and a tank top that could snap at any minute. 

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"If he was going to steal my wallet, I'd be dead before made it out the door." Biard countered but he was going to let his eyes flick down the familiar's outfit with that dangerous little smirk on face. Perhaps it was terrible how much the other hated that outfit but hey, Biard adored it. The vampire shifted in his seat, moving with the elegance that really only 1200 years can produce. "Why thank you handsome." He didn't question exactly how the other knew what he wanted. Angelo always trained his servers with a careful eye, after all. It was one of the reasons he was glad that he turned him all those years ago. "Charming." Biard mused as the other yelled out that order, but his head tilted as he rather simply check out the others ass in those shorts. Might as well enjoy the sights, right?

❝ I'm on the clock & I'm staring at you to make sure the guy sitting behind you doesn't steal your wallet. ❞ isa's blunt texan' accent rings in contrast to the vampire's sultry voice as they hear biard hitting on them. it kind of came with the territory, even if it was grating to the feline familiar. for isa, they just wanted to work and make their money and leave: bad enough they had to walk around in an outfit that did contain any of their assets securely at all and pretend to flirt and like their customers like they wanna be their lap bunnies. it'd make isa cough up a hairball if the money wasn't so good. isa walks up and refills the vampire's glass of whiskey: they didn't give the original order but they had a strong sense of smell. ❝ rae ! we need another order of fries and don't burn them this time ! ❞ the waiter shouts to the kitchen.

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Location: Cheeks.

Biard felt like it had been weeks and weeks since he'd had any real and proper fun. Normally he'd avoid doing any real proper work as the sitting council member of Vampire Kind and yet- somehow he'd been roped into doing some actual proper meetings. So perhaps it wasn't a surprise that he'd found himself wanting to unwind and sitting at a booth at Cheeks. The bar of his dear, dear, dear spawn Angelo. Not to mention the various over adorable boys in tiny, tiny shorts. Nothing like getting a whiskey and a show of some cute, adorable boy bending over for him.

His finger teased around the rim of his glass of whiskey as he leaned against the chair of his booth. He wanted some fun tonight. The sort of fun where he didn't have to hold back. Where he could be as depraved and harsh as he wanted. Where he could let that darkness that was inside him out.

"You know if you keep staring, you're going have to buy me a drink." Biard drawled in that thick, scottish accent of his as he raised his whiskey to take a long sip of it before lowering it.

"Or at least join me for a little fun, love."

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It was a victory, in a way, to feel the other this hard against his lips as he mouthed over the others cock. He rather enjoyed when sex was pleasure mixed with a bit of pain. There was something about the sheer intensity of it all he enjoyed and really, if railing the other up got him a little bit of that pain? He certainly wasn't going to complain about that. There's a little smirk at the others words as he met those eyes without hesitation. "I thought you wanted to see how much I wanted you..." Mateo teased as he reached forward to curl a hand over that bulge and agave it a teasing squeeze, but he did ultimately stand up a moment later. A hand coming down to take thomas hand and led him towards the free rooms, only taking a moment to pick one of the keys off one of the passing waiters.

"But If you don't want everyone to get a free show- come on. The rooms are great here." Mateo teased as he walked towards the room, making a point to tilt his hips back to tease off that perky ass as he finally reached room 105 and slipped the key and tugged it open, walking inside a moment later.

"I do suppose you can do whatever you want with me here. Whatever dark, dirty, depraved little thought you have in that handsome head of yours." The barely dressed boy teased as he walked back towards the bedroom.

"I'm all yours, baby."

he thought it was going to be a simple game of back and forth; each one taking turns to tempt and challenge the other with banter and innuendos. when the other's voice began to carry the hints of a whine, and his hand traveled down thomas's chest to settle on his belt, the familiar realized, rather quickly, that there was no way he was going to win; he was going to cave first, if not instantly.

thomas liked to think he was gentle, in life and in bed, but as the other whispered those teases and taunts at him-- begging for what he wanted thomas to do to him-- it pulled at something almost animalistic inside of the familiar. his mind was flooded with the images of making the stranger choke on him; fucking his throat so rough and raw that his voice will be too hoarse once thomas is done to tease him; to hoarse to even thank him. his mind was flooded with the images of twisting and pinning the other's arms behind his back, even if it was uncomfortable for him, and fucking into him with hopeless abandon; making him compete to have his whimpers and whines heard over the creaking of the bed, and over the loud music of the party that they'd likely still be able to hear.

his mind kept wandering with each new fantasy of the strangers and, well, it only took a matter of seconds for thomas to be hard; and aching relief.

"if we don't," the blond started to speak only to interrupt himself with a slight cough as he looked down at the man now on his knees before him; his bulge annoyingly obvious as the other dared to brush his lips against it. "if we don't get out of here now, we're going to upset some people and make a mess of this room... get up. now."

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"My, my, multiple rounds? Well now that sounds like a promise, you're going to have to live up to because I can be very, very, very hungry." Mateo promised with a little bite of his lips and his eyes flicking up to older man doing his best to put on a face of faux innocence. He could feel the other flexing those muscles under his shirt for him and wanted to smirk at that. The other was trying to tease him and show off for him. Wasn't that quite the compliment. There's soft, almost moan at that squeeze to his ass but it was cut off by a louder gasp as that spank hits his bare cheek and his hips tilt forward. "Fuck." He whined. Almost betraying the fact, he liked the rough side of sex a little more than he'd admit.

"I'll be sure to remember that. Does being one of your boys come with perks?" Mateo teased as he followed the other further into the chateau and into the room. His eyes followed the other already taking off those shoes as Mateo moved towards the bedroom. He moved down onto the bed onto his elbows, teasing his ass up in the air as he looked over at the older man.

"And how would you like to have me first? Hm? It is your test drive after all" He offered with a little bite of his lower lip.

Going after younger people wasn't really something that he was going to allow himself to be judged for. At least what he could see from the man's body he realized that the other was younger than him, physically, but that wasn't going to stop him from flirting with him. If anything, that just made the heretic curious what a tight young body like his could do in bed. Experience and stamina were already great things to have.

A part of him wondered if it was the whole anonymous thing making the younger man that adventurous, but another part of him also didn't care. He was having fun and both of them could've definitely gotten up to some trouble together. That was enough to make him see the benefit of talking to him and feeling up his ass. "And it's your lucky night too, because I'm willing to go multiple rounds without charging for my services just for this night." Gregory couldn't help but flex his pecs when he felt the hand on his chest and then squeezed the other's ass again. Afterwards, he gave the cheek a quick spank and downed his drink in record time.

"I do like my boys obedient. Follow me." The heretic wasted no time in trading his empty glass for a key and slipped into the chateau. He walked up to the third floor and opened room 312, already kicking off his shoes with impressive speed.

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"Head slut in charge. You certainly don't lack for confidence." Mateo replied as he felt his smirk grow wider as the other ran his eyes up and down his body, he adored the other being so very, very openly greedy with his body. There's a little pleased sound as when the other tugged him against the others body by his ass. "Lucky for me that every inch of me is the top shelf stuff, then baby." he teased back before his lips found the others in that rough, messy kiss in which Mateo gave back as good as he gave. The others lips felt familiar but he didn't linger on the reason of why as he could already feel his blood start to rush south because of the taste of the other. "Oh, I promise mister Head Slut In Charge. You'll get so addicted to the taste of me. You'll come crawling back to me. Hell, whatever loads you take down that pretty throat of mine. You'll be craving another taste of me." He promised against those lips before he gave that hand that had gripped his a little squeeze. Mateo stumbled forward as he followed the other, not even caring that his golden jockstrap was now quite tented for anyone who cared to look his way. The moment he stepped over the threshold of the room, Mateo was back onto the stranger as his body pressed up against the other from behind. A hand wrapping around that waist to snake down and tease over the others groin to give it a squeeze. He wanted the other on a whole over level and he couldn't explain it.

"God you're something else..."

“oh no, baby boy, you’re confused. No one is playing the slut, i am the sluts, the HSIC aka the head slut in charge.” he gave him a correction in a teasing tone, his eyes still running up and down the masked mans almost naked frame, he was absolutely stunning and could barely keep his eyes off of his body. He couldn’t wait to get his hands and mouth all over him. “told you i had a high class bitch, i only get the top shelf stuff.” he shot the other a wink, feeling a hand on his ass and then those soft, pretty lips brushing across his cheeks, the fox couldn’t help the smirk that began to form on his features, he loved when a man got handsy with him. plus he couldn’t wait to fuck those lips with his dick. with his hand that wasn't holding the bottle of booze, he pulled the man in close to his body by his ass cheek, giving it a squeeze, before he was pressing their lips together in a rough, messy kiss. “mm, you taste divine, hope the rest of you tastes as good.” he said, licking the taste of him off of his lips, then taking his hand into his own and leading them towards the room he had gotten for the night. 

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Kit's love felt like years of darkness only to suddenly discover what the sun felt like on your skin as he tilted his head back to meet those eyes. He could see it in his eye, and he just wanted to bask in it, it was as addicting as the pleasure that surrounded them, that he could sense in various rooms around the mansion. Dane's familiar smirk danced on his face at that cute, adorable whisper from the other. It was tempting to remind the other that he would have happily stood in the middle of the room and declare his love for the other. Found the highest mountain or the deepest hole of hell and declared the very same thing.

Sex was far an easier thing than that. Instead, he was just going to brush his hand up, under the others skirt to tease along those bare legs. "I am very, very sure- I want you. I want to have you. I want you to scream my name. I want to taste you and fuck you till you are a mess of whimpers and I have no desire to wait." There was that confident tone that strikes out without a hint of wavering. He was sure that he wanted this as much he was sure that gravity would hold them all to the earth. His hand was confident as it moved up to tease along the others inner thighs, Dane's head tilting forward to tease his lips along the others stomach.

"May I?" He was asking about removing the skirt, opening it for any wandering eyes of the party. "I want to get lost in you."

Whatever Kit had expected with his little moment of confidence, this wasn't it. It was almost dizzy how soft and affectionate Dane was bing after so many years apart. Really Kit hadn't been around anyone this way since Spencer and maybe part of him was expecting the rougher side of Dane with these little reunions. He did love the way the other could throw him around and use him like he needed but having these kisses, it was addicting and he could feel himself becoming an addict once again. Though did he ever really stop? Those kisses travled his neck and chest leaving him a shivering mess when he felt Dane fall to his knees in front of him. Not realizing he had closed his eyes, he snapped them open with a soft gasp, eyes wide at the sight. For a second he forgot they were in public, in the middle of a fucking ball because all he could focus on were those bright blue eyes staring back at him full of affection.

"I do," his voice was breathless as he stared back at him, love full of his own slitted eyes. He was never one to hide his feelings wanting everyone he loved to know just how much he loved them. "I do but--" he glanced around breaking the little bubble they had been in as if he realized where they were again. "We are in public, Dane.. are you sure?" The last three words were a whisper.

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Mateo arched his eyebrows at the other rambled on about the very in depth thoughts of actual bread. He briefly wondered if he should be offended by the fact the other seemed more interested in the topic. Even if there was a smirk on his face at the other mentioned "stuffing them with something else" "You must love a good kitchen."

His head tilted as the other turned his head away and seemed to get some distance from him to play at that disinterest in what they were talking about. For a moment he wondered he had genuinely read those signals wrong. It wasn't till thomas's eyes found his and it was clear there was that utter desire swirling in them along with that teasing glint that showed he was being goaded into moving this game a little further along. Mateo didn't back away as the other stepped forward even further into his space, his barely clothed body pressing up against the familiar as his head tilted a bit at that challenge from the other. A hand moved up the others chest again to curl around behind the others neck this time as he moved his lips inches from the others.

"My, aren't we demanding. But if you insist." If it was a game, he could certainly win such a thing. There was a certain whine to Mateo's voice as he spoke this time, his free hand moving down lower along the others body, as his fingers teased over the others belt. "I want you to fuck my throat like you own it. I want you to let me drink every last drop of come you have and thank you for it after. I want you to pin my arms behind my back and fuck me with every drop of aggression you have. I want you to push me to my limits and then fuck me harder.." He teased those words against the other lips, not quite kissing him. "Fuck every last hole like a beast untamed..' he teased as he finally started slid down the others body, moving to his knees right in the middle of that ballroom. His head tilting back as he let his eyes dance up at the other though the mask. The other had asked him to show him how much he wanted it right? His head tilted foward to tease his lips over that shadow of a bulge in the others pants.

"How that?" The question floated up at the other as his eyes dark and playful shot up at the other.

"it was more of a coincedance than you realize," thomas playfully argued as the other approached him. "i was thinking about what kind of bread makes the best buns; and how should they be ranked? do they taste good on their own, are they only enjoyable if you're stuffing something else into them, how round should they be... important questions, hence the look of being deep in thought." while that might genuinely be something thomas would spend time wondering over, it was clear as day that he had simply been staring at the man's ass; but where's the fun in admitting it outright?

his lips widened into an amused smile as the other continued crowding his personal space; keeping him pressed back against the wall behind him as the stranger quite clearly commanded his attention; his hand propped against the wall beside thomas's head while the other brushed over his chest, dancing across his shirt and tugging on the keys hanging from his neck. the familiar hadn't touched a single drink and yet everything about this man and the way he carried himself left him feeling drunk.

thomas was enjoying the attention, there was not point in denying that, but when the stranger told him to be bold, to be brave, to not be shy, thomas couldn't help but feel as if they were now playing a little game; who caves first.

"eh, i don't know..." he groaned under his breath as he turned his head to the side. "that all does sound fun," he continued on, his voice picking up a slight rasp as he let his words drag out to feign disinterest, "and you are attractive, very attractive, but... i'm just not sure." he shrugged. "you want me to do all that? have you get on your knees in front of everyone else for me? touch you? desire you? ache and crave for you?" turning his head back so he could look the other dead in the eyes, his own were darkening with desire and mischief.

"then ask me again." thomas challenged as he pushed away from the wall he'd been leaning against so that he and the other were even closer now. "ask me to do all of that to you again and make me really believe how much you want it."

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Mateo let his eyes flick down the man who he'd called out so boldly, his eyes admiring that exposed chest and choice of suit with an easy smirk dancing over his lips. Even the magic of the night blocking off most of what you could use to identify someone, he could tell the other was older than him at the very least. Not that he minded in the least. God knows the kitsune had a daddy kink that could burn hotter than the literal sun when turned on the right way.

His head tilted just a touch as the other moved across the space between them. "Oh?"" The younger boy answered as the other rather boldly let that hand run down and take a squeeze of that oh so perky ass of his. The fox Spirit almost purred at that simple move. He was weak for a man who simply went after what they wanted. Mateo's hips tilted back into that touch to encourage it as his owns moved up to brush along the mystery man's chest. "You know it is your lucky day. Tonight I am giving out free test drives for anyone who might take a fancy." Mateo teased, his head tilting back slightly as he leaned into playing the slut tonight. Normally that might have been more of his brothers thing but tonight? Everything was on the table.

"I'm sure your final decisions be something along the lines of "I can't give this ass up for anything." He teased as he leaned up slightly to tease his lips against the others ear. "Grab a key and you can do whatever you want to me, Sir."

The Mystery Ball was the perfect place for someone like Gregory Tully to mix in with the crowd and continue to push his agenda without being caught. While he didn't really recognize anyone, the magic even blocking out his heightened senses, he was still having fun. So the heretic wouldn't stand out, he was wearing a black suit, albeit expensive and excellent quality, with a white button down underneath. The shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to the middle of his torso, leaving a lot out on display. His mask was simple, black with red accents, and his shoes were also another bair of classics.

That also allowed him to let his eyes wander and look around all of the treats in the chateau. That included those that weren't being served on the platter since one of the tastiest ones he saw were some of the men walking on by. There was one in particular that decided to wear a jockstrap instead of something more formal and his eyes were definitely peeled on that nice ass of his.

When he was called out, all Gregory could do was smile softly and approach him. "Why wouldn't I want to? Although, I'm started to wonder if a test drive is possible before making any final decisions." He walked up to Mateo, letting his right hand land on his ass and giving his left cheek a squeeze. "You know, to make sure it's up to par."

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"My, someone is out to play the slut tonight and I can't say I disapprove of that fact. I'll be sure to keep an eye out for as you're riding those dicks." Mateo teased as he kept that smirk on his face even as the other gave that dramatic as hell gasp, like he'd just deeply offended him with his words. "Forgive me- for all I know you might have cheap out on me, and made a very, very boring start to tonight." Mateo found himself moving into that touch as that finger slid down over his skin, already aching to slip against the other, no matter his words. His eyes followed the other towards the bar with a little arch of his eyebrows as he seemed to simply dash in and grab the bottles before dashing out. At least the other proved he was serious about wanting his company. Mateo just smirked as the other moved back towards him with his ill-gotten gains. He reached out a hand to take a bottle with a smirk, his thumb brushing over the label. "Well now- those are perfect." His free hand dropped to tease over the others hip and take a hold of others ass, giving it a squeeze. "How about you pick one of those shiny keys you've got and take me away then?" he whispered as he leaned close enough to brush his lips against the others cheek.

"Come on, you got a big night. Might as well start strong."

hearing the man he had approached saying it was tragic that he was still sober, the kitsune couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. “that’s so true, but the night is still young, got a long night ahead of me and a lot of holes to fuck and dicks to ride, you know how it is.” javier let out a loud, overly dramatic gasp, hand clutching where his heart was in his chest, pretending he was offended by the unknown persons words. “kind of offended that you think I wouldn’t get us the high end stuff anyway.“ he huffed, finger sliding down the others bicep, fingers teasing his skin ever so slightly. “i’m a high class bitch, none of that bottom shelf walmart, crap.” he shot the man a wink, before he was backing up and heading towards the bar. waiting until the bartenders were busy with other partygoers, he slipped behind the bar, using his power of molecular manipulation to freeze one of the bartenders, so he could dash and grab two of the most priciest bottles of champagne, he knew his alcohol and he knew those bottles were very high end. Once he had them, he left the bar and returned to the almost naked man he was talking to before. “do these work for you? Are they high end enough for you?” he asked, holding up two bottles of champagne.

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If they had been smart, there might have been a way for all of them to have been together back then but Dane had been blinded by hurt and loss to see a road forward at the time. Dane's cocky smirk didn't fade as the other turned in his arms and his hands instead moved to tease down that bare back for the moment, pressing Kit nice and close as those lips found his. There was no hesitation as he kissed back, his lips hungry for the other even in that far too quick kiss. He wanted to chase it- to drink the other in again. "On my knees. Drinking in you in, making you sing that sweet song of moans I know you give so well-..." He teased back against those lips. Even if had had just called himself Daddy to kit, it was a whole other ball game to hear the Kit say it himself and it caused his cock to ache and his grip to tighten on the shorter boy. No one caused such a spike of desire in him like Kit. No one ever could.

There's a little smirk at those words before he tilted the others head up with a strong hand commanding hand to steal another kiss- a deeper one this time. The sort that he could get lost in, like a cup overflowing with his passion for the other. A kiss to remind Kit that he was fucking his and this was a reminder of that simple face. His teeth nipped at the others bottom lip as he pulled away before the incubus simply lowered his head to tase those very same lips down Kit's neck, nipping and teasing at the skin before he moved down that bare chest- making sure to kiss around that large snake as he lowered himself further and further down onto his knees, there was a rather notable kiss to that D tattooed over the Gorgans hard in a soft, quick moment of intimate before those lips moved on.

Soon enough Dane was on his knees in front of the other and a hand was teasing down along the hem of that skirt again. After a moment his head tilted back and he gazed up at Kit because-...well, it was clear that Dane would be more than happy to go ahead with his promised words right here in the middle of the party but Kit might have a different feeling on the matter.

"This what you want, Princess?" He teased- light and playful, just as pleasure drunk as he'd been all night.

He may have not been an incubi but even Kit could feel how the air was fueled from the sexual tension in the room. It was hard not to, just like it was hard not to feel that impressive cock pressed against his ass. Gods how he missed it, how he had missed Dane. Even when he was with Spencer he had missed Dane wishing he had been able to keep both the men he loved.

His teeth catching his bottom lip he listened to what Dane was whispering in his ear and allowed himself to have a single moment of confidence. Spinning in Dane's arms, he wrapped his own around the other's neck and softly pressed his lips against his in. It was a fleeting kiss, a tease for both of them as their bodies craved more. "On your knees worshiping me, huh?" The idea made him feel a little dizzy with pleasure then again anything Dane did made him feel that way. "What's stopping you, daddy?" Two can play that game.

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It was hard not to be already reared up and ready to go with the amount of pleasure floating though the air but damn if hearing Kit moan like that against his hand didn't spend sparks right to Dane's cock in the most addictive away and only encouraged it to get harder in those suit pants of his. Which the other could no doubt feel as he pressed back against him in a way that caused Dane's smirk to just all the more big, he loved knowing that Kit was still like this after years, and years apart, that Kit's body would react to his in a show of utter need with the smallest little gestures. "Hm,I could always pretend to be a stranger if you like? One who can't help but utterly ravish you..." Dane teased with an easy chuckle, as his hips pressed back into that ass in response, letting him feel that thick, impressively hard, big cock pressing into him even as his thumb teased down the others jawline.

"Your kidding. You look like a goddess, Princess. I was ready to drop to my knees and spend all night worshipping you.." He teased into that ear. How could he not like what the other was wearing? It was bold in all the right ways and yet- somehow perfectly captured the man he adored in an outfit.

It was tempting to comment on that snake resting on the others chest but he seemed for the moment not to be too annoyed at Dane's presence and that was enough of a win for him.

"Daddy thinks you look beautiful, baby." He added, if only to drive the point home that, yes Kit you look fucking amazing.

"This is stupid," Kit hissed down to the green snake that was curled up around his arm and across his chest acting like a piece of ornate jewelry. Samwise simply raised their head to look at Kit before lying back down, closing their eyes. Kit was sure if the snake could shrug their shoulder's it would, little shit. A sigh he glanced down at his pet snake and tried to get the courage to go inside the ball. Even with his deep emerald green snake skin mask, Kit felt way too exposed in this little outfit unsure why he thought a long skirt that matched his mask was a good idea. Okay that was a lie, it wasn't the skirt's fault but the whole shirtless thing that was making him nervous. The only thing that was covering his chest besides the permanent ink on his skin, was Samwise the snake. He felt slutty like this, something he never really embraced.

"So so so stupid," he said to himself as he walked into the ball and glanced around. Perhaps he was the most exposed at the moment but before he could psych himself out and turn around to leave a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. Familiar fingers moved to tease at the hem of his skirt while the other hand wrapped possessively over his throat and Kit wasn't in control of his body when a low moan escaped him, body arching back into the firm body behind him. He didn't even have to turn to look to see who it was.

"I thought the point of this was to not know who was who," Kit said, voice a bit breathless when he felt that hard bulge press up against his ass. Again, he was not in control as he pressed back against him needing to feel it more. "Y-you like it? I wasn't sure if it was too much.. I feel under dressed...." Well if Dane liked it that was all that mattered, after all he was the one who Kit had dressed for tonight. Being here in Dane's arms like this, he didn't feel so exposed or slutty.... he felt beautiful.

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Honestly the amusement of catching the other in the act was never ending, as the other tried to cover up his own actions and Mateo's eyebrows arched slightly under the fox mask, even if the other couldn't see it. "So your thoughts just happened to be directed at the same space of air as my bare ass? Hm. What a coincidence that is." Mateo shot over at the other as he strolled towards the other, making no attempt to hide the rest of that near nude body from the other's eyes.

"And what were those thoughts that were so easy to get lost in at party like this?" He teased as he finally moved into the man's personal space. A hand reaching up to place next to Thoma's head as he leaned in closer, his lips dancing inches from the others before he spoke again.

"Darling. You can stare. You can touch. You can fuck. You could do whatever you wanted to this body tonight." His other hand smoothed up to tease over the others chest before brushing over those keys that hung on the others neck. "You could make me get on my knees in front of all those party goers right here, you just had to ask. A little bravery goes a long away, darling. And for the record. I want you to stare. I want you to ache and desire. I want you to know that there isn't a single other man here that as good as me. How's that?" He answered as he flicked his eyes up at the other.

"You're allow to touch me-" He said with a little nod to the others hands. "Don't be shy, pretty creature." God Mateo loved being able to be this bold. The power of those masks really left him with something of a power trip.

while other's might have thought it would be rude to show up to a party like this, given how new he was and how little he knew anyone in alexandria, thomas thought nothing of it. well, rather, the thought did cross his mind that he might be a bit out of place but he was not the type to pass up a party-- especially one that seemed as grandiose as this one.

clearly he was meant to be here, at least that's what he convinced himself upon arriving and finding a mask at the door that seemed to perfectly match his suit and his personality; the soft lilac matching the pastel purple of his suit coat while the mask's orange accents called to his nature as a familiar and his secondary form. even the bell wrapped around one of the horns seemed to be a playful nod to who, and what, he was.

moving through the chateau, mingling every now and then, thomas helped himself to any food or drink he passed. he even had three keys hanging from the chain around his neck; not because he needed that many, but they were handing them out on trays and, well, the more the merrier right?

clearly the familiar was enjoying himself. settling against a wall, he took a break from his wandering to people watch; and by people watch, i do mean stare intently at one man and one man only. in thomas's defense, he had one of the most divine asses he'd ever seen and it was framed perfectly by the straps of a golden jock strap. he was weak, how could he not stare?

"i wasn't staring," he answered quickly, almost believably, as the object of his mesmerization turned around; he was just as breathtaking from the front as he was from the back. "i was just... lost in thought and you happened to be standing in front of me. i can stare if you want me to, though."

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Event: the masquerade ball

The party was already a mess of desire so strong that any incubi would get drunk of the mere air in the room and yet even though that fun, intoxicating haze. Dane found the boy he'd been looking for all night. Even though the mask- he knew the other's body, he'd mapped and navigated every inch of it a thousand times over. He'd laid claim to it again and again. Dane moved across the party till he could slip right up behind the Gorgan, dressed so very prettily for the night. Dane's hand smoothed down to tease along the others stomach and dip lower towards the others crotch, teasing those fingers along the hem of that long green skirt the others the other was wearing in a way that took Dane's breath away.

Kit always took his breath away, there wasn't a moment he didn't but when he looked like this. That bare flesh, the beauty of that skirt and that little perfect D tattoo exposed to the world. It was somehow more intoxicating- knowing that the other was showing off that Kit was his- even if that wasn't intention.

Dane himself was wearing a black and silver mask, a black suit jacket over a bare chest to show off his sinfully good body. His abs and chest on display to any wandering eyes and a pair of fitted suit pants that teased just how impressive that bulge of his was, which he was currently pressing up against Kit's ass. Dane's free hand reached forward to curl around the Kit's neck, his thumb sitting almost perfectly against the other as if it was a puzzle piece. His head turned to let his lips tease against the curve of Kit's ear.

"Don't you look fucking delicious, baby girl.." Dane all but purred into Kit's ear- that voice as rough as it ever was but filled to the brim with affection. "Makes me want to fucking bend you over in one of those spare rooms right here." Was he breaking the rules by knowing who was behind that pretty mask of the Gorgan's? Maybe? Did he care? Not for a moment. Dane was damn near drunk and horny and the person he wanted was right in his arms right now. Why not take him? "Damn, Princess....that outfit.."

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