a man's worth is only as good as his ambition

Finn's gaze followed Gareth down between his legs, not opposed to this choice. He threaded his fingers in the aswang's dark hair and bit his bottom lip against a groan. His pierced cock immediately woke up again inside that tight, wet heat. "Fuck," he rasped, eyes rolling up to the ceiling and hips arching off the bed ever so slightly. He bent his knees and closed his thighs some around Gareth's head. He felt himself swell immediately inside the aswang's mouth and he put every ounce of concentration into not blowing his load right then and there. He wouldn't last very long this time around regardless. "Keep goin', please."

Gareth wasn't surprised by how quickly Finn responded to him, sure that his slave wouldn't last very long this time either. Which he was more than fine with, knowing they had the rest of the night to have as much fun as they could handle. He hummed softly as the older man's thighs encircled his head, his tongue playing for a few seconds with the other's piercing and then Gareth slid all the way down Finn's cock. The aswang paused like that and swallowed a few times around the familiar's cock, his gaze moving up to lock with Finn's. He pressed two fingers slowly into his entrance and then started to thrust them in and out, angling just enough to hit that little bundle of nerves.

At some point Wyatt had closed his eyes as he sucked on the fingers within his mouth. Focusing on doing as he was told to do, soaking those digits along the way. When they started to move he does reopen them to look at the other. His blue hues now cloudy with his own lust as he his tongue was pressed which had him opening his mouth. At his words he stayed still, kept his mouth open wide then wider as something big slid into him. He adjusted some to accomodate the girth now deep within his mouth. He couldn't help himself by pressing his tongue up against the underside of his cock, to feel the throbbing of the vein there. He does give a nod after understanding what he was saying, this wasn't his first time nor did he think would be his last.

Gareth exhaled roughly at the press of Wyatt's tongue to the underside of his cock, the aswang's fingers tightening in the housekeeper's hair. A pity that he was staff because just from this experience, he would have made a damn good slave. A lucky thing for the master that he wasn't above using the staff whenever the mood struck him. "Good boy." Gareth purred down at Wyatt, the hand not tangled in the younger man's hair reaching out to brush along his cheek. "Just stay like this and relax your throat. I'll do the rest of the work." He didn't give the other man much time to do anything, really, starting to fuck his mouth in slow thrusts. Not that Gareth planned on being gentle for very long -- he never was and heat was just making all of his usual impatience worse.

Was this a part of going undercover? He honestly wasn't sure nor did he have any way out of it now. Might as well commit to the situation at hand regardless of how it helped his plan. His head was soon yanked back a little too roughly before fingers were at his lips. His brows furrowed a little as he opened his mouth to accept those fingers into it. His blue eyes were on Gareth as he sucked, wondering the sort of view he was giving as his tongue danced along his digits. Having a suspicion that something larger was to come not too long after.

Gareth's eyes darkened with hunger as he watched the younger man so obediently do as he was told, the aswang giving him a few seconds before he started to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of Wyatt's mouth. The sight of the other man's lips wrapped around his digits had the aswang's cock hardening in no time and he moved to press his fingers down against Wyatt's tongue, encouraging the housekeeper's mouth wider. "Keep being a good boy for me and stay like that." He muttered with a grin, moving his fingers away and instead wrapping his hand around his cock to guide it into the younger man's mouth. The soft heat had Gareth moaning, his hips twitching as he forced himself to not just fuck Wyatt's throat. Staff member meant he should probably play a little nicer here. "Nod to let me know if you've ever done this before, princess." That would make Gareth's decision about just how hard he could push Wyatt here.

Finn melted into the sheets, his chest heaving with labored breaths as he came down from the high slowly but surely. He groaned at all the physical sensations hitting him: the sting in his nipples, sticky wetness running down his chest, and pressure rapidly building between his legs again. His eyes fluttered with another groan, this one softer than the exuberant ones before. "Surprise me," he decided, not in a state to make decisions right now. As long as he was getting fucked.

The aswang hummed quietly, thinking it over as he licked another spot of blood from Finn's chest, swirling his tongue briefly around his nipple before he pulled out of his slave. Gareth got his hands underneath Finn's arms to hike him further up the bed and then moved down until he reached the older man's cock. His hand wrapped around the length, stroking him a few times (though Finn didn't need stimulation for long, not with heat) and then ducked down to wrap his lips around the head. The aswang's tongue swirled around the tip and he suckled for a few seconds, tasting the other's cum with a moan of pleasure before pressing his tongue to the underside and took Finn's cock down his throat in one smooth movement. He swallowed around him, his free hand drifting down to stroke his fingers along his slave's entrance.

Nick moaned as Gareth held him in place, adjusting as the other did his own thrusting, but the dragon kept up the flexing of the muscles in his throat and hollowing his cheeks with every motion the man made. His own cock, leaking shamelessly, was firmly at attention as he slowly jerked himself off, eyes opening to look up at the other.

The flexing of the other's throat had Gareth cursing softly, his grip tight in the slave's hair as he continued to fuck his throat. After a minute or so, however, he had to stop and pull away, not interest in shooting down the other's throat just yet. He lightly pushed Nick's hand away from his cock. "Think we'll start with the bedroom first, c'mon." He growled, moving there quickly, his attention drifting to the other man as they moved. "You want top or bottom, sweetheart?"

Finn cried out, though the sound was swallowed by the bloodied kiss. Fake nails sank into Gareth's back, hard enough to draw up blood from wounds that wouldn't last as he shook and bounced on the bed from the force of the fucking he needed. His mouth freed once again enhanced the volume of his moaning, though it was the bite to his pierced nipple that had him seeing stars. The pressure in his lower belly exploded white hot and electric. "Fuck!" he shouted. He bucked his hips over and over, ribbons of white splattering on both their stomachs, ass clenching tight around Gareth's cock pounding inside him. He doubted he'd have much time to recover properly before going again.

Gareth tensed when Finn's nails drew blood, the scratches healing fairly quickly as he continued to fuck the older man. It didn't take long at all for Finn to cum and for his slave's body to tighten around Gareth's cock, drawing a strangled snarl from the aswang. He turned his attention to the familiar's other nipple, licking and biting as he thrust a few more times and then started to cum, his teeth clamping hard on Finn's skin. The aswang continued to thrust into him, driving his seed deep into the older man, knowing that it would only be one of many. He stilled then, licking along the blood that had trickled down his slave's chest. "Want to keep fucking like this or something new?" The aswang asked, moving a hand between them, dipping his fingers in the blood and cum before he wrapped a hand around Finn's cock. Gareth almost lazily stroked him, teasing his thumb over the sensitive head as he rolled his hips against Finn's ass.

Well, no surprise that his weak attempts to get out of this fell flat on its face. "Wouldn't know haven't been here long enough to see how all the things work." He hadn't even thought of heat week until it came upon him so abruptly like this. None of this was on his radar and now he was stuck in it regardless about how he felt about it. "No. I don't need your help." He grumbled, mostly so he didn't have his work clothes in shreds. The thought of walking around without them in a castle liek this during this week was a bad idea. A moment later he was removing his clothes, setting them to the side when he was completely out of them. He hadn't forgotten the second part to his command, with a heavy sigh he does get down to his knees. "Happy now?"

Gareth stayed leaned back against the door after Wyatt said he didn't want his help, watching with a small grin as the younger man started to undress. A pity that the castle let the housekeepers wear such a boring uniform, because Gareth was of the opinion that Wyatt would look much better in something a little sluttier. Something he'd have to see for himself later. The aswang finally pushed away from the door and strode toward the other man once he was kneeling, getting one hand in his hair so he could yank Wyatt's head back and look at him properly. "Oh, I'm fucking ecstatic." He told him with a laugh before bringing two fingers to the other's lips, raising an eyebrow at him. "Be a good boy and suck."

Unlike the other two residents of the suite, Bradley didn't experience heat and was actually able to function fairly normally.. unless he was entertaining one or both of them. The morning had been fairly quiet, so he opted to leave his room, bored at the sight of the walls that surrounded him. Gareth catching him off-guard was a bit of a surprise, but a welcome one, as his wrist was grasped and he was pulled into his boyfriend's firm form, a little smirk on his face as he looked at the aswang. "Nowhere, apparently. You held out longer than I thought you would."

"I was trying to get stupid shit done." The aswang grumbled, leaning down to bite hard at Bradley's neck, intent on leaving a bruise. His hips rocked impatiently against the younger man's, hands wandering down to take hold of his ass and squeeze before the impatience got the better of his desire to please and Gareth stepped away with a frustrated growl. "Lose the clothes and go and get on the bed."

At the thrust into his mouth, Nick gagged slightly but breathed through his nose as the muscles in his throat clenched and unclenched around the other, letting his tongue slide along the underside of the other's length before he pulled back just enough before taking Gareth deep into his throat again. He watched the other's head tilt back, moaning softly around the length in his mouth before he tried taking him all the way, nose brushing against the other's skin.

The aswang's hips twitched and he swore under his breath as Nick took him all the way, the tightness of the other man's throat nearly making him cum right then and there. Damn heat had him too close on edge. One of his hands moved down, fingers curling tight in the slave's throat to keep him right where he was. He gave himself a second and then drew his hips back a few inches before thrusting back, setting up a slow rhythm, his gaze dropping down to the slave. "Touch yourself."

At the tug, Nick let out an involuntary groan before his eyes opened and he gaze up at the other. "I can't wait for you to prove just that." He murmured, hands running up the master's thighs as he felt the want course through him a little stronger every second. "Then I guess you better take what you want before I go for what I need. A wrestling match would be fun but I'd rather just get my mouth on you."

Gareth eyed the man for a moment, a low growl rumbling in the aswang's chest at the first touch of the slave's hands. Though he was very much interested in a wrestling match with this particular slave, he didn't have the patience for it right now. "Interesting. Not used to getting a slave who plays so well at being a good boy." He didn't give Nick any time to respond, one hand reaching down to force the slave's jaw open and Gareth thrust into his mouth, not stopping until the head of his cock hit the back of the older man's throat. "Jesus Christ." He breathed, tipping his head back with a moan.

Finn glared daggers at Gareth for laughing. He already felt ridiculous looking like this. Whatever. It wouldn’t be staying on long. He dropped the shotgun to the floor and walked over to the bed, his shoes lighting up with red and blue LED in the clear base from every step. He climbed onto the mattress, staying on his knees as he undid the extremely tight shorts and moved them with g-string out of the way for Gareth to unlock his cage. “Aye, I fuckin’ got it. Just fuckin’ open it already, I’m losin’ it here.”

The master didn't move right away to get the key, just admired the sight of Finn on his knees with his cock on display. A very nice image, even with the cage on. "I personally think it'd be fun to leave it on you until the very end of this week, but..." He shrugged, knowing that he'd already agreed to the whole thing, and rolled a bit on the mattress to reach the bedside table. Gareth grabbed out the key and sat up, fitting it into the lock and quickly removing the entire thing. Maybe he'd go with a full on chastity belt next time, but first..."How do you want to start us off, honey pot?"

It came as no surprise to him that he was being sent off to Gareth's, he expected as much considering. Deep down he was a bit eager, wondering how he was like during this time of the year. Knowing himself that he was already feeling that itch for more. When the door opened he was greeted with a very naked master which did not surprise him in the least. "Garry." He said, he wasn't given much time to do anything more once he was pulled forward and into a kiss. It was a hard one that had the thunderbird's knees weak as he immediately returned the kiss in kind. Him more needy than he'd ever give any other day but now was different. He wanted to be touched in every way, filled and fucked until he saw stars and then some.

"Garry?" He repeated with a laugh, not actually caring all that much about that nickname right now. It wasn't as if he hadn't been called much, much worse throughout his lifetime. The aswang could practically smell the need coming off of Onyx and he smirked, deepening the kiss briefly before he pulled away from the younger man and slapped him on the ass. "Lose the clothing and get your ass into my bedroom, unless you feel like being fucked up against the wall." Not that Gareth planned on letting Onyx go after just one round of sex, of course.