Dean Teepakorn

Lin was kissing someone new and he couldn’t keep his mind from focusing in on the little differences between this dominant and Micaiai, the only other person he’d ever kissed. In essence it was the same, but it felt different. Still good. Great even, though Lin was a little nervous, a bit timid at first.

His hands were timid too, settling gently at the sides of the dominant’s neck before sliding down his chest. He felt warm and encouraged by the other man’s moans, and naturally parted his lips to taste more of them and answer them with his own. Lin realized quickly just how long it had been since he’d been touched, and how badly he needed that now. He’d never needed it before, or at least he’d been good at convincing himself he didn’t. 

Time felt like it was slowing down exponentially, though Dean knew it was a side of effect of what he’d taken. Every brush of the sub’s lips against caused him to feel a pleasant, slight prickling of goosebumps from the crown of his head and down to his shoulders.

It’d been a long time since he had an idea this good.

“I see,” Lin replied. It sounded like the dom was somewhat close with Katarin. Lin didn’t truly understand how this translated to breaking into her office, but he was sure it was a lack on his part, not being able to understand other’s motivations for what they did. 

Still, he let the dominant guide him into the office and watched as he gestured for him to sit in his lap. He did so carefully, all awkward limbs as he sat in the dom’s lap. “Show me then,” Lin said. They were already in the office. The dominant had already picked the door’s lock and led him inside. No point in stopping now. 

Dean couldn’t help but grin as the sub moved into his lap. He was already feeling warm and light - having a pretty sub right there only made things more interesting. He reached up and slid his hand through the other man’s hair, pulling his face closer so he could kiss him properly.

“She knows that you’re about breaking into her office…?” Lin wondered if this was why the dominant was a former member of the Nantes house. 

When the other man assured him it would be fine, Lin slowly nodded his head, though it was likely against his better judgment to go along with this. On the other hand, he was already sufficiently distracted from the party. He just hoped Katarin didn’t keep many photos of her family within sight. “Okay,” he said. “If you’re sure it’ll be okay then it’s fine.” He knew he didn’t want to go back to the party and he certainly didn’t want to go back to his apartment to think about how very alone he was. 

“No, not that,” Dean chuckled. “She knows I live to annoy her. It’s out of love, but I will never admit to that. That’s why I’m not worried about getting caught.”

Oh, she would yell and be upset and all of that - but of all the stunts he’d pulled, this ranked fairly low.

He took the sub’s hands and led him in the office, straight toward the comfortable couch. Dean took a seat and scooted back, motioning for the sub to move on his lap. “C’mere. Let me show you it’s okay.”

Lin trusted the dominant, who seemed to know where he was going well enough. Was he a member of Nantes perhaps? Lin wasn’t sure, but it seemed likely. When they arrived at their destination, it took Lin a moment to realize where they were. “This is…Duchess Katarin’s office…?” he asked, feeling a spike of anxiety, knowing they were definitely not supposed to be there, knowing Katarin already had enough of a reason to despise him after his breakup with her brother.

“Are you sure…we won’t get caught?” The dominant seemed pleased with his choice to pick the lock of Katarin’s office, and truly his confidence was astounding to Lin who very rarely even considered breaking rules.

“Yeah,” Dean replied, a bit deadpanned. He couldn’t think of a better place to sneak into except for Kat’s room, which he knew he would have a much harder time breaking into. “I’m former Nantes and she knows what I’m about.” 

No doubt the next morning he would get an angry, screeching voicemail - no way in hell would he be in a state to take that call tomorrow.

“Pretty sure. She and her security are too busy with the party to worry about me. Besides, if we do get caught, I’ll take the heat. This is nothing compared to the shit I usually pull,” he couldn’t help but laugh. “C’mon - nothing will happen to you that you won’t like. I swear.”

Lin looked down at the dominant’s hand, hesitating only a second before taking it. “Please lead the way then.” This was uncharacteristically rash of him, walking off with a near stranger at an event. He hadn’t be cut out for love, but maybe he could be up to a mutually satisfying distraction, something that made him forget his woes and made the dominant forget whatever it was he needed to leave aside for a moment. 

Dean led the submissive through the castle and was perhaps the only non-Nantes member who didn’t attract any attention doing so. Despite belonging to House Anjou now, all of the security were well acquainted with him. So he took the sub somewhere he knew they wouldn’t be interrupted and also somewhere he knew would annoy Katarin if she knew.

He couldn’t help being a shit.

It wasn’t too hard to pick the lock to Katarin’s office. He nodded for Lin to follow, grin on his face. “C’mon, no one will bother us here. And she’s got a really nice couch in the office...”

Lin nodded his head. Public places and parties were not the kind of places for first time drug experiences, he was sure. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be his favorite experience to begin with, as much curiosity as he had.

The pretty comment surprised him. He couldn’t understand why this man was taking it upon himself to try to make him smile. Why the nice comment? Oh, was this flirting? Lin had a hard time recognizing it when it when someone flirted with him or wanted a specific kind of attention from him, and he certainly didn’t know how to respond to it. It was a worthy question, however. What did Lin need to feel better right now? “I could use a distraction. If that might also be useful to you.” 

Dean smirked, nodding. “It would be very useful to me. C’mon, I know my way around this dump. I’ll find us somewhere nice to distract each other.” He raised his brows and held out his hand toward the sub, hopeful the other man was in need of a good fuck like he was. If not, he would happy to settle for a long make out somewhere, especially as his X kicked in.

Lin looked down at the pills and then at the other man. It occurred to him that he was probably supposed to want to go home with someone. It wasn’t necessarily that he didn’t. Or did. But he hadn’t thought of it as a possibility at all, not at all a variable of what an evening like this might hold. Not now that he and Micaiai were over. “I’ve never done any kind of drug,” he admitted, not ashamed in the slightest, though perhaps he ought to have been a little embarrassed. He couldn’t decide whether or not he wanted to try it, see what something new felt like, or heed all of the warnings about drugs he’d heard throughout his schooling.

Dean shrugged, stuffing the bag back in his pocket. No way in hell was he going to babysit a sub rolling for the very first time. “Well, we won’t start here then,” he said with finality. He had far too much experience with illicit substances in every kind of pill and powder - he knew better than to push someone.

“But you are too pretty to be frowning. So surely you can think of something I can do to help change that,” Dean offered, taking another drink.

Cyrus took a breath and looked across the street at Brainwash. He missed Annick like he was walking around with his heart external to his body. He had ended relationships before and even a near engagement. Nothing had hurt like this, nothing had left him numb like this and worst of all, he knew it was his own ghosts that had caused the rush of paranoia that led to this break between them. Childish ghosts and inadequacies that he thought he had wrestled to the ground many years ago. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the road and pushed open the door, mere minutes before closing. 

Dean looked up from his post at the register, already coming up with a handful of excuses to shoe the customer away. It was nearly closing and he did not want to deal with another frou-frou, hipster order right as he was cleaning up the machines.

Who he saw infuriated him more than any shithead customer ever could.

“Nuh uh, no. Fuck you. Turn your ass right around and get the fuck out of here, you fucking prick.” Dean pulled off his barista apron and walked around the counter, ready to physically to push the duke out if needed. He’d never seen Nick more hurt and upset than after this shithead left her. Like hell he would let this shithead lurk around to upset her even more.

Kathryn laughed and shook her head which caused her long wild hair to fly around for a moment. “Free samples and it is still overpriced? You really must not like what’s on offer here.” She noticed how he was still drinking her drink despite his complaints. Some people really weren’t as fussy as she was. “There’s a bar? With nice cocktails that I know I like?” Kathryn’s excitement for a drink that wasn’t awful was painted all over her face. “Yes please if you don’t mind? Don’t worry if you feel your reputation suffering for hanging out with me I’ll make myself scarce.”

“Just because it’s free here doesn’t mean it isn’t overpriced as fuck,” Dean replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Mm - it’s cheap shit. No way Katarin sprung for top shelf shit.” He smirked and took another drink. “What reputation? My reputation is pretty much in the septic tank as it is. If anything, you’d be improving it.”

Aisha let out a small laugh, “I wouldn’t say horrible but I haven’t really tried anything, I think the barkeep misheard me and handed me a beer. I just took it and walked away.” Some could call her a coward, she was a bit. She didn’t have spine to make a big deal about her drink, would it even be a big deal? Aisha let out another laugh, “I’m down to join you and no more beer.” Yeah, she could do fully do without it. 

Dean grinned wide, more than happy to introduce someone else into his debauchery. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small bag with a couple of pills left inside and passed it over to Aisha. “God, I hardly ever find anyone who’s down. I’ll find us a spot to enjoy the show.”