Moves Like Jagger

“I bet they don’t,” Tiago said with a chuckle. “Ooh, that is lovely, I would love to see you as a horse,” he said bouncing slightly. “Darling, I’m Brazilian, there aren’t any moves I can’t handle. We are very talented dancers and movers. Not to mention, I’m a very wild person,” he said with a grin as he sat there looking over the male’s face.

Oh, how the other seemed to doubt him. He loved those that doubted him, especially those that doubted him because of what he was. Sure, as a horse, most people thought power and speed, but a Friesian? Well, that was all about grace. And with over a century to perfect his dancing ability no matter how he saw fit, he knew that he could handle anything that the other requested. “A man after my heart... Though if I did give you a show, it’d have to be a private one. I’m not looking to give everyone a hard-on.”

“Haha, it’s rare that I bottom.  Just not my thing.”  He shrugs as he lowers his swimsuit so the other can finish the job.  “Shame that we have the same rule about getting fucked because I’m pretty sure we’d have had a great time together.”

“I understand, to an effect,” Logan stated with a shrug as he began to lather the lotion onto the other’s pale ass cheeks, making sure to log this in his memory bank so that he didn’t forget this anytime soon. Though how could he? A young guy like the other, well, it was clear that he was young and physically fit and just about as hormonal as most men at the college. “I usually only bottom if it’s a flip-fuck,” Logan stated with a shrug. Of course, back when he was on assignment, he often bottomed for those patrons of his that he couldn’t coax into a flip-fuck, but he knew that he got his revenge on them anyway when he killed them.

Tiago’s eyes sparkled when he heard the male was the dance professor. “So, a professor who likes to play with students and knows how to move his body?” he asked as he slowly took his hand back. “What is your spirit animal?” he asked as he moved to take a seat. He patted the space next to him and grinned. “Come, stay a bit. Maybe you can show me some of your favorite dance moves after we talk.”

“That’s exactly right. And they certainly don’t complain.” And from the look of the other’s eyes, it was clear that the students were just going to keep coming. Walking towards the couch in the common room of the dorm, the professor slid into the seat with ease and leaned back against it. “Friesian. It’s a type of horse,” he stated on instinct, knowing that not many people knew what a Friesian was. It wasn’t the classic Mustang or Thoroughbred. “And I doubt you could handle my moves. At least my favorite ones.”

“What have you heard?” He asked, not caring for the grin on the other’s face as he spoke. “Not really. I haven’t been here that long myself, from what I can tell there isn’t any places worth going to, and the only professor I’d suggest avoiding is the darling demon, Jack.” 

“Just this and that,” Logan said with a shrug, the grin on his lips not dissipating. He could tell that the other was unamused by the situation, but Logan was never one to stop grinning just because someone else didn’t like it. “Mm. I’ve met him. Certainly... a character.” And the reason why he kept Buddha’s tooth on hand. Or at least one of the reasons why. You could never be too careful. “I was half-expecting you to say something about not sleeping with the students, but I guess that’s a given.”

Tiago chuckled. “You’d have to ask the admissions people that question,” he said as he walked to set the plant down. Making his way back to the male he held out his hand. “Tiago Luna. Eu sou de São Paulo.” He said with a smile. “I’m from  São Paulo, Brazil. Where are you from and what are you?” he asked as he licked his lip, shamelessly looking the male’s body over.

Taking the hand from the male, he looked him over carefully before nodding, noticing the way that the other’s eyes raked over his body. Good. A man with taste. “Chicago, Shifter,” Logan stated simply as he gave the Leshy a firm grip before he pulled his hand away. “Logan Marshall. Dance Professor.”

Thank God, someone that didn’t put a front up. “Most people get all… Snubby when I tell them that I don’t bottom. Then drag them off for some blowies and they basically shove their ass’s at me.” Shrugging a little, eyeing the mans plants. “That think about black cocks true?” Raising an eye brow at the other man. Watching Logan toss the cue ball. “You’re doing me first.”

“It is what it is. We’ve all got preferences. Hell, I’ve got mine. I’m not going to get butthurt because someone doesn’t want to take it up their ass for me. It’s not like we can’t do other shit..” Sure, it was disheartening, but he could get over it. It wasn’t like there weren’t plenty of others he could go after. Noticing the way that the other stared at his pants, Logan could only chuckle at his words. “For some guys, but considering that my spirit animal is a horse? It’s definitely true,” Logan stated before he sat the ball on the pool table and lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “Works for me.” And with his mouth, he was sure it wouldn’t take that long, anyway. “Lead me to your room, stud.”

Tiago approached the male and sniffed ever so slightly. “You’re freshly fucked,” he said with a smile before walking over to a plant and giggled. “He says he sees you a lot around here,” before turning back towards the male. A mischievous smile grew on his face. “Well, my friends, you see, what makes me special is very simple.” He walked over and picked up one of the potted flowers, carrying it over to the male. He waved his hand over the plant and it bloomed bigger and taller. “I’m a Leshy, the first of my kind to accepted to this college,” he said looking up at him. “That’s what makes me so special.”

An eyebrow curled up as the other admitted he was freshly fucked, having caught that just by the scent of him, and Logan wondered just what he was. Shifter, vampire or wolf. Something with a good sense of smell. And then the other male spoke up, telling him that he was something new - well, new to the island, not new to him - and he nodded. “Well, isn’t that good to know. What makes you so special that you’re the first to get accepted?” Logan asked, taking a step closer to the Leshy as a smil teased his lips.

“i do. It’s why I’m here, basically. In human form, it’s hard to find people who can go as hard as me, or go as hard on me as I wanted them to. I’m here to get an education for sure. But I picked this place because I hoped there would be some species who could fuck me hard enough to properly merge my dolphin and human side. Devin watched the man move and suddenly couldn’t wait to see if the man lived up to his promises. “Well those kinds of promises might just inspire the dancer in me to really want to show off for you,” Devin said. 

Wow. This kid surprised Logan with how open he was about his sexual interests, but that only had him liking the younger shifter more. “And what are some of your favorite things?” Logan asked as he looked over at the young male, imagining those dimples as he had the boy’s mouth full of his cock as he skull-fucked him. “Good to know I inspire you to do your best. But I should warn you... I’m a lot to handle.” Whether he meant his cock, his moves, or his stamina - or all three - no one was sure, but the grin on his lips showed the other that he certainly didn’t mind seeing the other try.

“Guess so,” Adrian said with a grin. He shook the male’s hand firmly, noticing how much he was being checked out. “Well, if you say so,” he said as he took his hand back. “So what brings you in, again?” he asked as he cleared his throat, going to clean his desk a little more.

“Coming to introduce myself to the other staff members,” Logan stated honestly, lifting a shoulder in a shrug as he watched the other male move around the desk. “I figure if I’m going to be doing this job, I might as well do it right and have a good rapport with the staff members.” Normally Logan’s observations were less than noticeable, but there was something so rugged about this man that he didn’t mind letting him see that he was in fact checking him out. And if anything, he could tell that the other didn’t call him out on it.

“So much so that you bring it into something else entirely?” Seems this man may just be looking for the fight. “Trust me the color of your skin is of no matter to me. The cockiness however, that I don’t like.” She stands now, coming to his full height. “Don’t start something you won’t be able to finish child.” His eyes flash red, and he bring a hand up between them, a fire ball already formed there. “Unless you think you can take on a demon.”

The fireball that formed between them didn’t scare the shifter, if only because he had handled and killed many demon in his lifetime, a hand slipping into his pocket casually as he looked the other over. “If you think I couldn’t tell what you were by smelling you, you’re wrong. And I’m still not scared. You, however, seem to be scared if you’re wanting to hide behind parlor tricks, but if that’s how you want, I suppose I’ll just have to go and find my Shroud of Turin to put you in your place. If not... We can fight. Like men.” Even as he said that, though, his fingers curled around Buddha’s Tooth, hanging onto it just in case.