Mason

“Is that what you want?” Raphael inquired, raising a brow. “I don’t remember where I said I gave a fuck about how you felt. If you continue talking more than doing I might consider it.” He pushed his chair back from his desk and patted his lap. “Do you want my help or not, pup?”

Frustrated, Mason kept his jaw firmly clenched as he looked at Raphael, his eyes dark with both lust and anger. His gaze dropped from Raph's eyes, down to the ghoul's lap and then back again, the werewolf taking another few steps towards him. He slipped a hand around the back of Raphael's neck, his fingers tangling into the long hair as he straddled his master's lap. Mason tightened his grip slightly, wetting his lips as his gaze held Raphael's. "I fuckin' wish I could actually hate you," he muttered, finding it absolutely impossible to resist his master, even when he was angry at him. "I really, really need your help," he groaned. "I'm gonna need you to fuck me.. really fuckin' hard.. please.."

Raphael gave an approving hum when Mason finally got to work. He leaned back on the couch, dark eyes all for his talented slave who had a much better use for his mouth other than talking. His fingers tangled in soft dark hair, stayed there gently while the wolf licked and sucked on his virile masculinity only waking him up more. There was no rush. "That's a good boy," he sighed in content. "Keep going, just like that."

It wasn't often that he got to slow things down when it came to Raph, things usually got rough and heavy pretty quickly, so Mason didn't at all mind that he got to take his time in pleasing his master, slowly working the other's hard, wet length with his mouth and tongue, using his hands to stroke and massage any inch of his master's cock that wasn't occupying his mouth. The fingers in his hair felt so good, a soft groan escaping his throat as Raphael called him a good boy. As much as Mason liked to bitch and moan about his master, there was nothing that turned him on more than pleasing him.

"Well, lucky for you, those are both on the menu." He said grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf and two shot glasses pouring each a double shot. "Your drink." He said and came around the bar picking up the one he poured for himself. "Then we're going to go in the kitchen and I'm going to fuck you still you cry out my name. Sound good?" He said not waiting for an answer as he tapped his shot glass against Mason's and dumped his back into his mouth. "Come on beautiful." He nodded for Mason to follow him and he put the empty glass back on the bar. "Your dreams await."

Mason had a feeling both of those things were always on the menu when it came to Shade, but he wasn't ever going to complain about it. The wolf did as he was told, immediately taking the shot and feeling the warmth of the alcohol as he swallowed it down. "Sounds.. so fucking good," Mason admitted afterwards with a smirk, following the cambion into the kitchen. He didn't even hesitate when they got there, roughly grabbing Shade by his shirt and pressing him against the nearest wall so he could capture his lips in a hard, whisky-flavoured kiss.

"Look at you, almost gonna make me think you like me." Shade said amused dipping down to grip Mason by the thighs to lift him up letting his arms fall around his shoulders. "But I'm not that dumb." Mostly because Shade was his own walking calamity. Not that Mason was all that put together. He was Raph's slave and Shade knew better than to call out whatever fucked up relationship he had with his master. But Shade was his own kind of messy. One that didn't seem to be able to stay out of trouble. He moved them until Mason's back hit the closest wall. "I do like you in that skirt though." He bit his lip looking down at Mason and back up to meet his eyes rocking his hips so he could feel just how much he appreciated the gesture. "Already getting to me, better than I imagined." His hand was moving up the wolf's thigh and under the short skirt.

"Mm, I don't know about that," Mason murmured in response with a soft smirk, not even showing any signs of protest as he was lifted and moments later pressed against the closet wall. He didn't not like Shade, but their.. relationship.. or whatever it was, was a strange one. Entertaining, but strange. Not that Mason was going to complain, the cambion was somehow an escape from the usual shit he had going on at Raph's. He chuckled at the skirt comment, raising his eyebrow slightly, enjoying that he was able to feel just how much Shade was liking it. "Mm, I can tell," he sighed soft with pleasure, wetting his lips as the cambion's hand moved up his thigh towards his own arousal, which the skirt wasn't doing much to cover. "Fuck, Shade.." he gasped softly under his breath, pressing his hips forward a little, needing the other's touch.

"I think that's an excellent suggestion." Stigr offered Mason his arm and started to guide him toward his suite. It didn't take very long to reach at all and he let the younger man in ahead of him before following. Once the door was shut, he pulled him closer and into a kiss, his hands moving down to start undoing the slave's pants.

The worst part about hooking up with the masters was the walk to their suites -- luckily it didn't take very long to get to Stigr's, which was good because Mason wasn't exactly patient. He'd noticed he was far less patient ever since he was turned, his temper also a lot shorter than when he'd been a human. Once they were inside and he was pulled in close, Mason started freeing himself of his shirt as Stigr worked on his pants, pressing himself into the kiss to deepen it. "Don't worry about ruining my clothes if you wanna tear 'em," Mason murmured with a smirk against Stigr's lips.

"Same thing, different package." He winked. "What you in the mood for, officer?"

"Some more strong alcohol and a rough fuck, honestly," Mason answered with a little smirk. "I'm hoping those needs are something you can accommodate," he chuckled, knowing that Shade was good for both of those things... usually, anyway.

"You're already on your knees," Raphael pointed out, arching a brow down at Mason. "Santa will take your mouth first."

"A fine observation, Santa," Mason murmured, shifting on his knees slightly before leaning in to use his mouth to envelop the tip of his master's cock, sucking softly at first just to tease before taking more and more of the other's length as he started to slowly bob his head, making sure to get Raphael's cock nice and wet. He gave a low hum as he worked his master's length, looking up at him as he swept his tongue along the sensitive underside, wanting nothing more in that moment than to please Raphael.

The werewolf gave Shade an unamused little look, his eyebrow raised slightly as he processed the other's ridiculous words. "If you think I'm giving you a spin, you've got another thing coming," he muttered, looking down at the outfit and tugging at it a little. "Y'know, I think I'd look much better out of it," Mason sighed. "I was going to say I didn't take you for a Dragonball Z fan, but it makes a lot of sense that you are."