JACEN

Jacen loved that Merek took control. It was quite nice to have a man who knew and did what they wanted. It was much easier for him to give in than take over. So far the evening was turning great. The warmth of his skin, and his lips on his skin made him shiver and all he could do was moan from pleasure qnd satisfaction it brought. He ran his hands over his shoulders, squeezing both arms, touching the beautiful biceps that he found admirable. He closed his eyes, mouth ajar and just enjoying it. He had very minimal playroom experience, so it felt quite exciting. “You’re a natural.”

It’s been literal years since the last time he had a beef with anyone so the emotion impacted him harder than expected. The entitled someone really irritated him down to the core. “Think you’re fucking better than me? You’re clearly just jealous, I wasn’t the one being insufferable.” He felt cornered, betrayed even. If they so wanted to do it then they could stick their dicks up their asses, it wasn’t any of his business but the merman hated disloyalty. “Let me ask you something. What do you think of someone who thinks it’s their job to step in, mess with someone else’s private business, when both person are capable of communicating.” The man laughed. “Who knows maybe they’re just two friends communicating in their own fond and friendly way. And how am I supposed to know they were being serious when everytime we communicate it’s always laughs and sarcasm. And this entitled someone, thinks it’s their fuckin job to speak for them. Excuse me, that friendship is between me and that person. Focus on on your own shit.” He laughed. “I wonder how much he’s paying him to speak for him.” He sighed, placing the glass back on the counter. He lost track of many glasses that was. “Hate this fuckin place.” He really liked that friend platonically and if only he could shove that to his jealous face.

When Amara had granted Enrico’s mother the miracle she had asked for when she prayed for a son, the baby had inherited more than just her celestial blood. Her virtue of kindness—and her consequent tendency to meddle in things she didn’t fully understand just to help someone in need—was also passed down to him. Therefore, he had no choice but to approach the clearly distressed merman, trying to offer him some comfort even though he really had no clue about what got him in such a sour mood. “I don’t think I’m better than you, and you are not insufferable. I have never said that, believe me!” He stated, uncertainty clear in his voice. Did he do anything to offend the older? He didn’t think so, but he was ready to try and make amends, if he did. He listened to Jacen’s next words carefully, his brow furrowing in concentration for a couple of seconds, as he tried to pick the best words to try to offer a solution without offending him further. “I think I would also be very upset if someone tried to get between me and someone I love. But it sounds like this situation might have just been a big misunderstanding. Is it possible that, since you both care about this friend, maybe you all got a bit defensive and said words you didn’t really mean?” He tried to offer, gently placing a hand on Jacen’s shoulder, smiling at him brightly. “Talking honestly about our feelings doesn’t make us jealous or annoying. I really don’t know what this whole situation is about, though. If you want to give me the full story, maybe we can find a solution. I bet we can steal some ice cream from the guards too, if we need to!” He said, eyes brightening at the mention of dessert. He had grown up in poverty, and, as much as he missed so much about his old life, the food in the castle was definitely an upgrade from what he was used to.

Jacen was often careful to whom he felt attached with. He wasn’t a sob, not naturally. When he cared about people, he truly did wholeheartedly which often hurt him in the end. Probably one of the good, or bad things about him. One might say he was foolish or childish but then again, losing freedom didn’t mean he lost his heart. It had hardened a lot through the years but it was still there clinging desperately to engulf him. “You haven’t known me yet.” He understood that he may also have went too far, but to be treated inferior, it made his blood boil with rage. The kind that also ripped his heart apart. When a stranger next to him, offering his words, he felt a bit stunned. He was expecting some sort of dismissal but the other offered him sympathetic words. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling down. It didn’t really matter much, and he had suffered multiple losses. Maybe he was being dramatic but all he knew was that he needed to let it out. “I probably did cross a line. You see. I don’t have a lot of people here. I used to have a few but people come and go. Now I feel kind of left out.” It was probably the alcohol that made him really transparent. The warm hand on his shoulder was comforting it made him breathe a little easier. “I could tell you what happened, but you gotta keep it a secret. I don’t think escalating things will help. I just.. need to rid of these.. feelings.. emotions and let them out.”

Manny continued fucking Jacen, grunting and groaning while chasing those waves of pleasure. Pressure built up hot and tight in his lower belly focused between his legs, ready to explode any second as he felt enough arousal and frustration for two. And it sure did blow, the berserker hardly having the chance or ability to deliver a verbal warning to the merman beneath him and tight walls clenching so nicely around his swollen, thrusting cock shooting ribbons of white. Stars blinded Manny's vision as he cried out, those waves of pleasure turning around and chasing and crashing over him now. His body switched to autopilot mode still thrusting and fucking Jacen erratically throughout his orgasm until it stopped moments later. He stilled hovering over the younger man with hands on either side of the slave's head, his chest heaving and lips parted with labored breaths.

The merman was hesitant to let go. That was just his thing, but he knew he had to. The rental needed to be sorted out. Being quite drunk, there was no hiding now of who he was inside. There was a clingy side to him that often scared or pushed away some people. The little warning he gave felt necessary. He let the man talk to someone and once he was back, he wrapped his arms around his waist and nuzzled on his neck. He needed that hug. He hummed in comfort before kissing his cheek too. He held the offered hand and he leaned his weight on his shoulder as they made their way. “Let’s go find one.” He smiled. “Looks like you’d have lots of fun tonight.” He nibbled his earlobe.

When Jacen leaned his weight into him, Merek moved from holding the other man's hand to slinging an arm over his shoulders. The little warning had amused him, if only because the pyromancer himself was a very physical person and was aware not everyone enjoyed it. "Ooh, I think we will." He agreed with a grin, opening the door to one of the playrooms and pulling the slave inside Merek was pressed up against him again with seconds, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his neck.

Jacen loved that Merek took control. It was quite nice to have a man who knew and did what they wanted. It was much easier for him to give in than take over. So far the evening was turning great. The warmth of his skin, and his lips on his skin made him shiver and all he could do was moan from pleasure qnd satisfaction it brought. He ran his hands over his shoulders, squeezing both arms, touching the beautiful biceps that he found admirable. He closed his eyes, mouth ajar and just enjoying it. He had very minimal playroom experience, so it felt quite exciting. “You’re a natural.”

The merman would normally hold himself back, but he just felt comfortable around Manny in the first, but the magic, in all their forms just made him unleash all the inner sexual desires he had within him. His favorite guard, slash friend was there and he felt obsessed with him, in an unnatural, magic-induced kind of way. "Fuck Manny." He let the man undress him, letting his shirt be pulled up and in return, he slid his hands under his shirt as well, helping him out of his own before squeezing both his pecs. He growled and gripped the other's ass hard, squeezing the thick bubble butt. "We've never done it on a bed before, this is such an upgrade." He teased. "Need you.. I've never actually asked.. do you prefer going in or being entered?" He smirked. "Cause I am excellent with both."

“It’s been a while since I’ve been in a playroom. How about you take me there and we could move to your room after?” Jacen felt himself hesitate. “Before we continue though you should know that I’m very comfortable with physical touch. I don’t want another guy making me feel like crap just because I am who I am.” With the little time they’ve interacted, the merman was already feeling light and comfortable. He waited for his glass and looked at him. “I’ve seen you around a lot. I forgot how long has it been since I arrived here. I guess there comes a time when you get to recognize everyone in this place even though you haven’t met them yet.” He rubbed his cheek on his shoulder.

"Of course, that sounds perfect to me. I'll just have to send in a rental request before I take you anywhere." Especially if he was pulling Jacen away from the party for the rest of the night. The warning drew a soft laugh from the pyromancer and he tsked. "Darling, I very much enjoy physical touch or I wouldn't be a place like Krovs. No need to warn me. Now if you'll excuse me..." He'd caught the eye of a guard, Merek leaning over to press a brief kiss to Jacen's cheek. "I will go get that rental sorted. It won't take long." He slipped off the barstool, approaching Enzo and making sure that everything was cleared before he came back to the slave, offering out a hand. "Shall we find an empty playroom?"

The merman was hesitant to let go. That was just his thing, but he knew he had to. The rental needed to be sorted out. Being quite drunk, there was no hiding now of who he was inside. There was a clingy side to him that often scared or pushed away some people. The little warning he gave felt necessary. He let the man talk to someone and once he was back, he wrapped his arms around his waist and nuzzled on his neck. He needed that hug. He hummed in comfort before kissing his cheek too. He held the offered hand and he leaned his weight on his shoulder as they made their way. “Let’s go find one.” He smiled. “Looks like you’d have lots of fun tonight.” He nibbled his earlobe.

Jacen was quite enjoying the vibe. He was incredibly easy to talk to, and quite fuckin charming. "Playroom? No one's taken me in one of those places in a while." He tugged the man closer by his shirt. "Why is it, that I've only met you now? I feel like I missed out a lot." The light kiss was comforting. The man was very physical, one of the things he got out of being claimed for years. That master was gone now, but he was forever changed by him. "I don't know. I definitely don't wanna exploit your kindness, but a glass of whiskey won't hurt." Then he undid a few buttons. "Though I might just lick it on your skin." He teased and ran his tongue against his chest.

"Well. Playroom or to my actual rooms. Whatever you're most comfortable with." It didn't matter one way or another to Merek, the pyromancer laughing softly as he was pulled closer. It was a nice change from some of the other slaves, just how eager Jacen seemed to be. "I'm surprised we haven't met before, actually, but I guess it does make sense. I don't spend a lot of time in the Undercroft if I don't have to." And being that he was neither the enforcer or one of the guards, there was very little reason for him to be down there. "Whiskey it is." He replied with a small smirk, briefly turning his attention to the bartender to get that drink.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been in a playroom. How about you take me there and we could move to your room after?” Jacen felt himself hesitate. “Before we continue though you should know that I’m very comfortable with physical touch. I don’t want another guy making me feel like crap just because I am who I am.” With the little time they’ve interacted, the merman was already feeling light and comfortable. He waited for his glass and looked at him. “I’ve seen you around a lot. I forgot how long has it been since I arrived here. I guess there comes a time when you get to recognize everyone in this place even though you haven’t met them yet.” He rubbed his cheek on his shoulder.

“I can only assume the castle pays you well. You always look elegant, or maybe that’s just your natural charm.” The male raised a brow bit his lower lip. “You got something on your shirt.” He reached out for one of his buttons, purposefully undid a button quickly. “Just a tiny dirt to take care of.” He said and hummed on the question. “Not really, I don’t intend ruining my clothes.” He said. “I’d much rather wear nothing around you.” He winked, grabbing his collar to pull him close. “If you buy me a drink, I might make that lap warm.”

"They pay me quite well, yes. And I would like to think that it's a combination of both of those things." Jacen had always known just how to flatter Merek. The pyromancer smirked as the slave reached out to undo one of the buttons on his shirt, not seeing the harm in it. "I do think that can be arranged. There is a playroom just outside of here." One that he'd made use of during Christmas with Valentin, a memory that drew a very faint smile from Merek. He stepped closer, pressing a brief kiss to Jacen's lips just because he could. "Order whatever you'd like, darling."

Jacen was quite enjoying the vibe. He was incredibly easy to talk to, and quite fuckin charming. "Playroom? No one's taken me in one of those places in a while." He tugged the man closer by his shirt. "Why is it, that I've only met you now? I feel like I missed out a lot." The light kiss was comforting. The man was very physical, one of the things he got out of being claimed for years. That master was gone now, but he was forever changed by him. "I don't know. I definitely don't wanna exploit your kindness, but a glass of whiskey won't hurt." Then he undid a few buttons. "Though I might just lick it on your skin." He teased and ran his tongue against his chest.

“Good. You can’t say no to me.” Jacen grabbed the front of Manny’s shirt as he was kissed. His lips tasted familiar, always so soft and warm feelings he always felt when he kissed him, or anyone in particular, felt intensified. He slid his hand under Manny’s shirt, knowing he wouldn’t exactly mind and he pressed their bodies together, sucking his lips harder. He needed this so badly. He jumped and wrapped his legs around his waist, climbing the guard.

A soft noise escaped Manny's lips against Jacen's as they kissed, the berserker under the safe assumption that he might be under one of those horny spells floating around. Didn't really matter which one thought it explained why the merman was acting like he was in heat. And with Manny feeling it too, he didn't exactly mind this heated exchanged. He held on tight to Jacen against him as darkness from the corners of the Undercroft enveloped them and transported them into Manny's suite. He deposited the slave onto his bed and crawled on top of him, knees on either side of Jacen's lean body. He sealed their lips together to pick up right where they left off, hands smoothing down the other's sides until they found the hem of his shirt and started pushing it up.

The merman would normally hold himself back, but he just felt comfortable around Manny in the first, but the magic, in all their forms just made him unleash all the inner sexual desires he had within him. His favorite guard, slash friend was there and he felt obsessed with him, in an unnatural, magic-induced kind of way. "Fuck Manny." He let the man undress him, letting his shirt be pulled up and in return, he slid his hands under his shirt as well, helping him out of his own before squeezing both his pecs. He growled and gripped the other's ass hard, squeezing the thick bubble butt. "We've never done it on a bed before, this is such an upgrade." He teased. "Need you.. I've never actually asked.. do you prefer going in or being entered?" He smirked. "Cause I am excellent with both."