cold comfort

As much as he wanted to just grab Gwyn and shove him down against the nearest surface so that he could fuck his brains out, Kell made himself be patient. It wasn't as if there was any real rush here and he did very much enjoy the feeling of Gwyn's mouth and tongue against his cock. The human made a soft noise of encouragement, dropping his head back as his fingers tightened their grip in the sith's hair. "Oh, I know. I like hearing it." He replied, rocking his hips slightly but not enough to make anything uncomfortable for the master.

Gwyn's lips parted without a whisper of resistance to take Kell that slightest bit into his mouth, pushing forward into the cant of the human's hips with an eager noise. It almost felt like being intoxicated, the spell he was under, lust making his thoughts feel thick as honey. He could get drunk alone on the taste of Kell's cock dragging along his tongue, bobbing his head to suck him properly before he could resist the urge and get back to that begging thing the handsome slave had been asking him for. His hands slipped to Kell's hips instead, gripping him tightly as he moaned around his prize, desperately warm with arousal but wholly focused on pleasing the other man first.

Kaden snorted out a sharp, dry laugh at that. "Sure, kid, that's the way to go about helpin'," he drawled, fully turning towards Gwyn now with a barely amused expression. "Look kid, you've obviously never been a slave before, it ain't all fun and games like you seem to think it is. If you want to mess around with De Luca on your own time, go ahead. I ain't thinkin' Morozov has any desire to make his situation worse than it is by provokin' the bastard."

Gwyn blinked rapidly back at the kresnik as Kaden actually faced him head on, already looking dubious at the elder's proclamations before he'd even finished them. "Are you sure about that?" The sith arched an eyebrow up at Kaden, tutting as he cocked a hip, "I mean that Ransom isn't going to go about provoking him. He doesn't seem like the type to go all soft and appeasing out of nowhere to me."

Alasdair watched as Gwyn crouched down to his level, a lazy little smirk tugging at his lips at the other's words, coupled with the way the other's warm seed was being smeared against his smooth cheekbones. He wet his lips ever so slightly when he felt Gwyn's slick hand wrapped around his cock too, his breath catching softly as he kept his eyes on Gwyn's. "Y-Yes.. would you.. enjoy watching that?" He murmured, his reddened cock twitching and leaking precum against their hands, his eyes heavy with pleasure as his hips rocked into the touch. "Fuck.. I'm so-- so close again," he moaned. "Keep talking, tell me what you would like to see them do to me.."

"Oh, I very much would," Gwyn purred, thumb caressing Dair's cheek at his other hand kept up its steady pace, working at the wet head of his cock. "It's not about me though, is it darling? You want it so badly you're leaking just thinking about it." He wondered just how much Dair had actually gotten to act out of that ravenous appetite the nephilim kept hidden behind his pretty face. "I could find half a dozen men in this bar who would line up to fuck that lovely throat of yours in a minute, sweetness -- half a dozen more who'd have you bent over the sinks once they were done," He cooed, peppering deceptively gentle kisses down Dair's throat as they stroked him together, "And everyone out in the bar would get to see what a mess they made of you once it was over, what a grateful little whore you were, taking every single one."

"There's karaoke in Cannabites regularly," Khion pointed out. It wasn't related to the ball but it was a relevant fact in his opinion. He smirked to himself. "Pretty sure I could get Stigr doing that since he comes from the land of ABBA." He bet his favorite councilman had to be a fan.

"Oh, and you see all the councilman lining up to perform Cher there, do you?" Gwyn teased back. God, did he wish. If only the men who loomed so large in Krovs all knew how to have a bit of fun. He snorted out a laugh at the mention of the ancient vampire, letting his head fall back against the branch, more yellow petals scattering below. "I would pay to see you do that, darling. Get him in a nice pair of platform boots and bell bottoms while you're at it."

"Flatter you?" Gwyn laughed, bell-like and pleased. One of his hands followed the path of Briar's, smoothing over the Seelie's forehead, stroking his dark locks back. It was a tad bit more gentle than the appetite put into him by the spell was interested in, but that hunger had been briefly satiated and the former Seelie was all too glad to make the gesture, enjoying the softness of Briar's curls against his palm. 'What would be the point of that?" He returned the teasing tone, his grin going lopsided. "I've already had you to bed, haven't I? And I surely plan to do more tumbling before I let you get away from me that easily. I wouldn't need to flatter you for that, would I?" He pressed a kiss against one of Briar's flushed cheeks, enjoying the warmth of their bodies pressed so close, still snug between the younger's thighs. Maybe there would be no need for him to pull out at all. Maybe they could lie like this until Gwyn was eager again, start the cycle all over without ever needing to leave the treasured heat and grip of the Seelie's body. Not until the evidence was dripping down Briar's thighs. "Or is this a bid for flattery on your part, hm?" Gwyn waggled his brows once, tipping his head to kiss the other cheek. "Would you like me to say more sweet things about you, my sweetest? You do turn such a charming shade of red."

Kell exhaled sharply, trying to stop himself from rocking his hips forward but knowing it was pointless with the way that Gwyn was touching him. He let his eyes fall shut, one hand dropping to rest down hard against the windowsill to keep himself somewhat steady. At least no one would find this odd -- it just looked like he was taking a break from the party. "I think you think I'm always 'lovely'." He responded back with a small snort, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek to stifle a moan. "If you wanted that, we could have actually had some fun in the bar later."

Gwyn offered his own amused chuff at that statement, not bothering to deny it. "You are," He said simply, voice rich with affection. It was quite true to the sith. "You're very lovely. I thought so the moment I first saw you, all righteous and wrathful. in that gymnasium." The sith's fingers traced feather-light up and down the length of Kell's hard shaft, not bothering to take the other's cock out of the confines of his underthings. "You're lovely when I indulge you. You're very lovely when you refuse to indulge yourself." The laughter was still very present in his voice. "And if I want to have fun right now?"

Mindless with pleasure, Bradley was relying purely on the wall to keep him upright, his limbs trembling with overstimulation. He whimpered and moaned as Gwyn worked every drop from him, his hole clenching around the other's cock until they were both completely done. The faerie hummed softly in response to the gentle kiss to his shoulder, his eyes closed as he felt the other start to pull away from him, letting out a soft groan as Gwyn's cock slid from his wet, used hole. He could feel the other's cum as it dripped from him, the faerie biting at his lip to stop him from letting out anymore embarrassing noises. Bradley nodded slightly at the question, slowly turning around until his back was supported by the wall, his dark eyes flickering over Gwyn. "You'd better treat me like this every time we meet," he murmured, soft and breathless. "I should.. get going.. I need to, um, clean up," Bradley said with a little laugh as he carefully pushed himself away from the wall, using his hand to steady himself.

Gwyn had an approving smile waiting for the Seelie as Bradley gingerly turned himself around, stepping into the other's space to continue to assist in holding him properly upright as Bradley pushed himself to stand. The younger faerie looked exhausted, but Gwyn could feel little but pride over the fact. His grin widened at the statement, gripping to Bradley's shoulders as he leaned in to give the slave a slow kiss full of hunger and intent, one hand lingering on the Seelie's cheek as he pulled away again. "You may want to be careful what you wish for, my darling," He teased, "I have no problem following through." As if he needed an excuse to pin a pretty boy up against a wall, no matter the time or place. His laugh echoed Bradley's, nose crinkling in amusement. "I meant it when I offered to take you back up the hill, you know. Are you sure you don't want to take me up on it? It seems the least I could do for how well-behaved you've been tonight."

With the sweet sounds of encouragement coming from the sith's painted lips he kept moving. No this was not something Ransom did often or ever. Not in New York and certainly not at Krovs, but he was doing a lot of things that weren't particularly like himself as of late. Something about the place he was sure, being there too long. He probably should have never come. And yet there he was pulling the master's head back by his hair from the wall to draw his tongue up his neck as he drove into his ass in rhythmic succession enjoying every bit of sensation he was getting from the skin to skin contact until it pushed him over the edge and pressed firmly into the tight body letting his cock spill into it freezing for that little death that brief moment of bliss before he moved again more out of some automatic response than any conscious one.

Gwyn's back arched with little resistance as the dragon's fingers dove into his curls and pulled, the sith's unabashed moans only echoing louder in the night air at the heat of the officer's mouth on his cool skin. Ransom's pace was relentless. It was a thrill to surrender himself to it, let all his thoughts scatter into irrelevance in the face of that driving pleasure and the bulk of the larger man pressing at his back. There was just enough drunken blood swimming his system to make the barrage of sensation feel even better. When the dragon buried himself and stilled, Gwyn gasped, the sith's talons scoring across the brick at the delicious flush of warmth he could feel deep inside of him. The sound dissolved into a whine when Ransom's hips shifted again, the spend-slick drag of his cock sending a shiver up Gwyn's spine as he squirmed against him, jumbled words forcing their way urgently past his lips. "That's it, that's it, please don't stop, I'm--" The sith's hand dropped belatedly to stroke himself, breath stuttering uselessly in Gwyn's chest at the fresh surge of pleasure, a little desperate with the idea that the other might pull away at any moment. It felt like hardly a second before he went rigid against Ransom's weight with a soft cry of relief, head falling back against the dragon's chest as his peak arced through him, painting the wall he'd been pinned to with his release.

"Sometimes," Seth mumbled into his drink on the topic of benefits. Sometimes even he questioned if they were "good friends" to begin with. Sex he and Shade were good at; communicating on the same page was their downfall. "Awfully curious tonight about my social life, dude."

"Can you blame me?" Gwyn blinked shamelessly back at the shielded accusation, toying with the cherry in his cocktail glass as he huffed a laugh, "You've made it worth being curious. Everyone plays around with a little bit of everyone else here, rarely does it come with interesting baggage. Does it bother you?"