Do you want the house tour?

The lich chuckles, "Something like that." He hums, enjoying the comfort of their closeness for a moment longer. He'd have to send him back to whoever had rented him, used and full of him, the thought made him smirk. "Not sure I'm quite done with you yet." He didn't have to wait, either, the pros of being what he was his virilty was constant. "Unless you have somewhere to be." He said as though he'd allow him to leave.

"I'm just happy to hear that you're so keen on me." Merek replied with an easy, pleased smile. He shifted his position a bit on Everett's lap, ducking his head down to nuzzle against the older man's neck, nipping playfully at his skin. The words pulled a laugh from the pyromancer. "Unless the man who rented me needs something, I'm fairly sure I'm yours for however long you want me."

"Look at you sayin' 'please.' So polite," Kaden teased with a gruff, low breath of laughter. And with that magic word, he gave Merek what they both wanted. He rocked his hips back and rolled them forward in a slow, steady rhythm fucking the pyromancer pinned so prettily against the wall. He groaned from the layers of heat wrapped perfectly around his virile masculinity pumping in and out of the younger. He rested his forehead gently against Merek's, grip tightening on his hips, their breaths merging with every pleasured sound escaping parted lips. "God, you feel so good, Mer."

"Have my moments." Merek teased right back, the words ending in a moan as Kaden finally started to move. The pyromancer gave a restless tug on the magic keeping his hands above his head, wanting so badly to touch the older man, but a larger part of him enjoyed being at Kaden's mercy like this. He hummed softly and bit down on his bottom lip, locking his gaze with Kaden's when the other man pressed their foreheads together. "So...so do you." Merek replied, arching his body up into Kaden's.

"Missed this too," Kaden rumbled low into the heated exchange of lips and tongue. His other hand smoothed down Merek's hip to cup his thigh, keeping his leg there and shifting both their hips to adjust the angle. He groaned, finding the deeper drive all the more pleasurable and building upon that hot pressure in his lower belly. The bed creaked beneath them when Kaden picked up the pace, rocking a little faster and harder into Merek chasing that wave ecstasy just around the corner. His cock swelled inside the pyromancer and he broke their kiss for air. "Christ, Merek," he breathed out roughly, the only warning he could give before spilling over the edge. He continued fucking the younger while his orgasm crashed over him.

It didn't take much longer for Merek to cum as well, tightening his hold on Kaden and burying his face against the older man's neck as he cried out his name. His own hips rolled up a few times and then he went limp underneath the kresnik, breathing hard. The pyromancer fell back against the pillow, keeping his leg hooked around Kaden's waist in an attempt to keep him close for at least a little while longer. He reached up to trace his fingers along the older man's jaw, giving him a bright grin. "Yep. Definitely missed this."

It'd been a long time since Kaden ate a woman out but it all came back like riding a bicycle. He remained focused on the vulva with flat, gentle pressure for a good few minutes, then introduced his index finger pressing into Merek's wet sex, followed by his middle finger. Both digits curled and uncurled methodically inside the pyromancer while Kaden continued working over the wishbone of nerves moving closer and closer to the top. He coaxed the most sensitive little bead out from its hiding place and applied pressure with the tip of his tongue, flicking at it, and testing all sorts of maneuvers while watching which drew the best reactions out of Merek.

Though Merek wouldn't have liked being stuck in this body permanently, he was absolutely enjoying himself at the moment. The pyromancer's lips were parted, his breathing turning into soft panting as he reached one hand down to curl his fingers loosely in the kresnik's hair. Without really thinking about it, his hips started to move, grinding in slow, deliberate movements. "Oh my fucking god, Kaden." He breathed out, his body jerking slightly at the feeling of the older man's tongue, very aware of just how close he was to release with the tightness that began to coil low in his belly. He wiggled on the bed, his legs spreading further apart. "I need you to fuck me now, please, I need you so fucking bad, baby, c'mon." Merek's fingers tightened further in Kaden's hair as he begged, doing his best to hold himself back.

Kaden smirked into the kiss, pleased with himself. Too much talking, not enough doing, in his opinion. Kaden always was more of a man action though once expectations were set. He opened his mouth, tongues merging together in the deepened kiss that lasted a few more moments until the kresnik needed air in his lungs again. He broke away, though rested his forehead on Merek's, lips parted with slightly labored breaths. A spectral hand glowing purple replaced his own, holding Merek's wrists in place above his head so that Kaden could use both his hands for what came next. He freed his growing arousal from the confines of his suit pants, spat into his palm, and lined himself up holding base and hip. "Easy," he rumbled low and gentle just as he pushed into the tight heat, groaning as inch after inch buried inside of the pyromancer.

Merek instinctively chased after Kaden's lips before he came back to himself, breathing harder as well, his hands curling into loose fists above his head. He let his eyes close for a few seconds with a pleased, content sigh and instinctively spread his legs a little further apart at the sound of Kaden undoing his pants. The pyromancer opened his eyes to watch the kresnik get himself ready, frustrated somewhat that he couldn't touch himself but also happy to be completely at Kaden's mercy for the night. He bit his lip hard, a moan escaping the younger man at the familiar, welcome stretch as the kresnik started to press into him. Merek didn't take too long to adjust to Kaden's cock and he squirmed a little, locking eyes with the older man. "Move, please."

Everett fought every cell of his being not to simply devour the pyromancer where he laid. Gorgeous among the large, silk covered bed, almost too much for the lich to simply handle. He took his own time in removing his own dressings, allowing them to fall from his slender frame and placing them on the back of the nearest chair. He joins the other moments later, crawling towards him until he was hovering over him. Fingers find the others chin to turn and lift up enought to touch theirs lips together in a slow, deliberate kiss. Hand roaming the spanse of his back as it followed the bumps that formed from the pyromancers spine. "Gorgeous, truly. I don't doubt you were sculpted by gods very hands." He said moving away from him a moment before changing his mind. "Lay on your back, I think this time I'll allow you to enjoy me."

Merek happily kissed Everett back, relaxing into the feeling of the master's hand sliding down along his back. "Mm. Always such the sweet talker, aren't you?" He asked with a smile, somewhat surprised at the instruction but hardly opposed to it, though he'd argue that he always enjoyed Everett regardless of what they did. Merek moved to do as he was told, switching his position quickly so that he was on his back, staring up at Everett. His expression turned hungry, taking in just how damn gorgeous the master was without clothing. Merek reached out after a few seconds of admiring to pulling the older man in close so that he could tug him down and into another kiss, rolling his hips up against Everett's.

"Well then." He said batting the pyromancer's hand from his shirt. "A private show is what I choose." He said and led the other from where they were, though the game room, and into one of the private rooms that were just outside of where all the festivities were hosted. He allowed Merek to go in first and followed behind letting the door shut and lock behind him. He moved past the bed to a chair and took a seat setting his cane to the side. "I expect to be entertained, Mr Hopper."

The lich wasn't so far behind the slave as he pushed up into him through the others orgasm. Feeling him tightening around him as he did so sending Everett into his own. Holding him down onto his cock he shot his own into the tight heat that was Merek. Groaning against those lips as he filled him to the brim, rocking a little as he rode that high that he enjoyed so much. Pressing his forehead up into the others as he grinned wildly at him. "Mmmm." He hummed, "Now you see why I am so keen on you, Merek."

Merek was breathing hard, though he managed a grin back at Everett when the master's forehead pressed against his own. The pyromancer stayed where he was for now, though he knew he'd probably have to move soon. "Because I'm unbearably handsome?" He asked with a playful smile, his fingers starting to idly play with Everett's hair.

Kaden only grunted in response. This clearly wasn't the time to talk about it now. Merek liked oversharing where Kaden was the complete opposite. He worked his opened shirt off his shoulders and arms, let it fall to the ground, and then worked his pants open. He backed Merek up to the bed and let him fall onto it while he removed the last layers of clothing on himself and wet his growing erection with spit. He climbed atop the pyromancer, coaxed a thigh up over his hip, and guided himself carefully into that tight heat. Kaden groaned softly and hinged over the younger, balancing on a forearm besides Merek's head while he caught the other's mouth with his own in another series of kisses as slow and deep as his rolling hips.

That grunt told him pretty much everything that he needed to know and, truthfully, Merek was much more interested in getting Kaden into bed than he was in hearing about work. Not that he wouldn't be happy to listen, of course, if the older man wanted to talk about it but this was more than fine. He fell back onto the mattress and made himself comfortable, greedily watching as Kaden worked off his clothes, a little grin on the pyromancer's lips. The slave settled himself back onto the bed once Kaden had joined him, curling one leg over the kresnik's hip, one hand moving to curl loosely around the older man's arm. "Oh, fuck." He breathed out at the feeling of Kaden's cock filling him, a soft whine muffled by the older man's lips before Merek started to kiss him back. "I missed this." The pyromancer muttered, his hand moving from Kaden's arm to cup the older man's cheek before he deepened the kiss.

"Yes." He answered simply, taking those lips with his own to devour, to take a taste of him that he found to be so addicting in the best of ways. Long arm is wrapped around the others waist to pull him up flush against his own body. Easily keeping him there as he moved him towards the bedroom at the end of the hall. "We should, lots to do to make up for it." He said against his mouth, moving him towards his very large bed before pushing him down onto it. "Undress, place yourself in the middle." He said as he moved back from him. He shrugged out of his top as he turned to watch the slave.

It was very, very flattering for the pyromancer that Everett seemed to enjoy him so much. There were some masters that Merek absolutely did not want the full attention of, but the councilman was not one of them. He leaned more into the older man with an appreciative hum as he was pulled in close, noting right where they were headed and he grinned into the kiss. "Ooh, I do love it when you're bossy, darling." He gave him a playful wink and straightened himself up to start stripping quickly. Merek wasn't as fussy with his Undercroft clothing, so he was out of them in no time and moving into the center of the bed, settling himself onto all fours and looked over his shoulder at Everett.

He chuckles, mouthing that neck as he thrusts up into the slave. "The kindest, don't you know?" He let his fangs graze along the warmth of his skin as his hands move down to those hips. He wanted to make him lose it right there for everyone to see. He hoped those that were there were watching, how beautiful Merek was in these moments. He wasn't too far behind himself nothing would steer him away from the final goal he had. He grinned into the kiss, letting him nip at him before he devoured his mouth. His hold on him to help bring him down harder and faster onto his length.

Merek's only response to that was a slightly breathless laugh, a shiver going through the pyromancer at the feel of Everett's fangs. The slave tipped his head slightly, a soft moan escaping him as his lips parted against the master's. He moved a few more times, rolling his hips and then adjusted his angle just a little bit before his orgasm hit him. Merek whined out the other man's name, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against Everett's.

Kaden helped with Merek's efforts in removing his clothing and then returning the favor until each garment was strewn haphazardly across the floor. He wrapped an arm around the younger's waist, pulled him flush against bare form, and leaned down to catch those lips in a far less chaste kiss than before. His fingers splayed over the small of Merek's back as he backed them up towards the bed and allowed them both to fall onto it with the kresnik on top, hands pinning the younger's wrists above his head. Green eyes bore down into Merek's. "Did it go a little somethin' like this?" he asked in a low, gravelly tone. He ducked down, lips latching onto the pyromancer's jaw, his neck, down his collarbone, between his breasts, continuing on and on until he released the other slave's wrists and his head was between those slim thighs. His gaze flicked up towards Merek's as he pressed a kiss to his inner thigh and then lapped his tongue flat along the vulva with gentle pressure.

The pyromancer smiled into the kiss, slipping an arm around Kaden, one hand dropping down to brush teasingly against the older man's cock. He backed up as Kaden encouraged him to, a small laugh escaping Merek as he was pushed down onto the bed, staring up at the kresnik with a smile. The younger man gave a half hearted little tug against the hands holding his arms above his head, one leg wrapping around Kaden's briefly. A low hum of approval was his response to the feeling of the older man's lips against his skin, Merek arching up into the kresnik as he continued down his body. The kiss to his inner thigh had the slave spreading his legs a little further apart and he jerked underneath Kaden with the first press of his tongue. It sent a little shiver through the pyromancer. "Oh. Ooh, darling." He moaned, one of his hands curling into the sheets above his head. "S -- something like that."

"Then you don't need to suggest it if you're not interested," Kaden chuckled. He took the tie and closed the distance, holding Merek's gaze as he slowly wrapped the garment around both of the pyromancer's wrists. He tugged at it to test the restraint of it; it'd do nicely. He wrapped his hand around the younger's bound wrists, raised his arms above Merek's head, roughly shoved him back up against the wall, and pinned him there. "I think you're talkin' too much," he murmured, free hand brushing over the other's jaw as he leaned in closer and closer until their lips met in a kiss.

"Noted. Though maybe I'd enjoy it more since it's you." Merek held still so that Kaden could wrap the tie around his wrists, the tug making him lean briefly toward the other man. The pyromancer had been about to say something, maybe tease, but then his boyfriend was shoving him back against the wall, Merek's arms above his head and words completely failed him. It was very rare for the slave to be completely speechless, but Kaden managed that in just a few seconds, the pyromancer staring at him. There was a slight flush to his cheeks and Merek's body was absolutely responding to this, his cock hardening where it was pressed against Kaden's hip. His lips parted against the older man's in a low moan and Merek's tongue brushed along Kaden's bottom lip, begging for entrance as his hips rocked forward a little.