Morgan Bradley

Kwan-Jii sighed as he looked around at all the beautiful people at the Festival. So many people chose to come dressed their best that it was amazing. They way the candles and the decorations went together with everyone made it seem like something out of a movie. He spotted a familiar face and grinned as he made his way through the crowd. “Hey, wanna dance?” he asked holding his hand out towards the male.

Morgan had decided to take a bit of a break from all of the socialization that events like this had. Sure, he enjoyed taking to people- some more than others- but he had his limits. It wasn’t that he disliked gatherings like this, per se but he was also someone who really valued time to himself. And there was only so much small talk he could take. Morgan stood off to the side and sipped his drink as he observed everyone. A lot could be learned by observing. His eyes moved to Kwan-Jii as the other man spoke, and Morgan  replied “Sure,” and finished his drink in a large gulp before he set the glass down and took the offered hand.

Festive. That was as much of what he could make out of the town’s involvement. So many people were enjoying their decorations and with a select few from the Cromwells’, he had most of the dance figured out. He blushed as he thought about whom his date could be but he was thankful he did have one. He clutched the box of decorations tight as he stood in front of his quaint home and would try to spruce up the bushes and windows. As the gentleman approached, it startled him enough to jump out of his place and the box went tumbling to the ground. “Holy cow.” He blurted. “You know, you really had me shaken.” He sighed in relief. “Can I help you?” 

Everything looked great from all the work that everyone had done to decorate for the festival, and as always, Morgan had made sure to do his part as well. There was so much love in the air, not that he had anyone to confess his love to. Well, he did, but he knew it would never happen because it was silly. He shook himself from his thoughts as he approached the other man, an eyebrow raised at how jumpy he seemed. “Are you okay? Morgan asked, wondering what or who had made the other guy so on edge that he was practically jump out of his own skin

“Don’t I always have your attention Morgan?” Wyatt hummed as he motioned for his twin brothers personal assistant to come to him; the man admired the passion he had for his brother, something about seeing dedication to Jacob really made Wyatt happy. “Well you’ve done so much for the family; for Jay more specifically, so I was thinking someone should do something for you. Specifically me.” There was a twist to his smile as he pointed to the various ties Jacob had used earlier on him. “Why don’t you put the leash on me, see where that go.” He offers to the loyal pet of the eldest Aldair.

Morgan smirked and stepped toward Wyatt. In truth, he did- all of the Aldair’s did- it wasn’t hard to have his attention with how attractive they all were. It was a nice gesture, and one he certainly didn’t mind. The Aldair’s had been very good to him over the years, giving him a place to stay, really he didn’t want for anything. And that was just the material side of things. Honestly, working for them had been one of the best decisions of his life. Morgan’s eyes flicked to the things and then back up to Wyatt. “There should definitely be some sort of joke to go with this. The guy who can shift into a dog putting a leash on someone else,” he mused as he picked it up and stepped closer to Wyatt before he clipped the leash on.

Morgan Bradley

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Morgan gave a soft hum. “Well then, the next day you’ll just have to remind me who I belong too,” he said. Not that Morgan would ever forget. He loved the collar and cock ring that he wore, not to mention Jacob’s other ways of showing his control. “I’m sure it’s great. If it’s to your liking I’m sure it’s styleish.” Morgan wasn’t really that picky about his clothing, especially since it’s not like he was spending the event with Jacob or expected much to come of it for himself. The shifter’s eyes flicked from his belt to the other man’s and smirked back while he wondered what was in store. “Oh, I don’t doubt that at all, Master. You’re quite capable of that.” 

You're going to save me a dance, right?

“I was hoping you wouldn’t be able to leave me alone,” Morgan replied with a smirk on his lips. He knew very well how possessive and controlling Jacob could be, and the truth was, Morgan loved it. “That depends, what sort of Prince Charming would you say you are?” he teased. 

It was odd, really, for the patriarch of the Aldair family to be seen at home during daylight hours - he was often at work at the hospital or overseeing the work being done on his expansive land - but today was definitely an exception. Underneath the shower head, the arch-warlock focused on the feeling of the water hitting his back and rolling down the toned physique instead of the dull voices he could hear even across the vast stretch of land his home was surrounded by, and as he simply relaxed underneath the water’s jet spray, he hadn’t realized anyone was entering his room until he was stepping out of it, towel half wrapped around his waist as he stopped mid-dry to find the man sitting in his bedroom. “Oh… DId you need something?” he asked, being respectful of their privacy and not reading their thoughts, though he had a strong indication that they did, in fact, want something. “Or are you here for one of my sons?”

For the moment at least, Morgan didn’t have any work that needed to be done, and when this sort of thing happened and Jacob was busy he liked to see if their was anything he could do to help the other Aldair’s. Even though he spent quite a bit of time with Jacob, he was still a submissive for the other family members as well. Not that he minded,he’d enjoyed his time with the Aldair family, finally finding some place that actually made him feel as if he belonged, that he was wanted. This time of the day, he hadn’t expected the patriarch of the Aldair family to actually be there and Morgan’s eyes rose in slight surprise when he heard the familiar voice. “Oh, hey,” he replied, while thoughts of how hot the older man looked wet like that filled his mind. Honestly, they passed through his head before he’d even thought to try and stop them. “I was just coming to see if you might need or want anything from me.”

“Well, well, well… What the fuck have I missed Spellbrooke? Your favorite Fierro is finally back in town with a few new tricks up my sleeve thanks to those fine ass Spaniards. Feels like i’ve been gone for ages.” 

“Oh, just the usual when it comes to Spellbrooke, that I know of,” Morgan said as he leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his drink. “My favorite Fierro, huh?” he teased with a light smirk on his lips as he looked at the other man.”Are you sure about that?” Morgan paused for a moment and then added, “Good to have you back.”

The proximity ward Rafael had placed in the bedroom buzzed in Rafael’s mind and that was enough to push him out of his sleep. He shuffled in the bed, his naked frame moving the covers.

Morgan walked into the room and leaned lightly in the door for a moment, a cup of coffee in each hand. “That I am,” he said with a light smirk. “You’re in luck, coffee’s one of a few things I can actually make decently,” he replied and stepped toward the the bed before he extended a cup to the older man. “Unless you’d rather I shift and lay on your feet, or something,”