Noah Carmichael

Bastion lost his breath a moment when Noah took off all of his clothes. The cambion was fucking beautiful. His hands lifted to touch at his front, spanning over his chest to appreciate the shape of his pecs before trailing down a muscled torso. His fingers traced over the bumps and ridges of his abs until he could trail them over the cut of his hips and the vee of his Adonis lines. "Yeah, I'll fuck you so, so good," he replied with a groan, arching up as that spit-slicked hand stroked at his leaking cock. His eyes stayed on Noah's face to watch his expression as he began to sink down on Bastion's thick cock inch by inch.

The touch of Bastion's hands and fingers made Noah shiver a little, not because of where he touched necessarily but almost because of the reverence in the touches. His body was his best feature and to have it praised and appreciated was always a turn on. Or maybe he was just high and imagining it but either way, Noah liked the feeling. "You better." Noah warned, even as he got Bastion slicked up, very much looking forward to it.

Feeding off of Noah's sexual frustration pushed Khion right back up to where he started, arousal growing again inside of Noah. He only needed a few moments before he began fucking the desperate cambion again though this would be the last time and not the longest. He grunted and growled with every thrust, each one more erratic than the last because of how fucking sensitive he felt still fresh after his orgasm.

"I got you," Bastion breathed against Noah's lips. He smirked at the other's impatience and had half a mind to see what he'd do if Bastion waited, but he was feeling impatient now too. Those words had him groaning, drawing back so he could slam forward. "Everything but me?" he questioned, voice airy with desire as he began a punishing rhythm, using the power afforded to him by being in Noah's body. It felt so effortless to fuck into him as hard as he was going, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. He'd nearly forgotten that this is what he normally felt like -- energized, strong. The collar on his neck had sapped so much of his strength and he'd already been in it long enough to have gotten used to the dampening on his supernatural abilities. To have it back through Noah's body, kind of? It felt fucking great.

"I know." Noah breathed it right back because he did. Right now, for this at least, Noah trusted him. He nodded at the question and repeated it. "Everything but you." The hellhound gave him exactly what he asked for a moment later and Noah groaned, gripping Bastion tightly as he rocked his hips into the punishing rhythm, sparks of pleasure radiating through him with every rough thrust. He moaned and gasped, loving how hard Bastion could fuck him and how strong he felt, it added to it just like the sound of the bed creaking and the filthy smack of flesh on flesh. Noah loved it, he wanted it all and more.

It happened so quickly, Adrasia wasn't sure he could've stopped him if he tried. One moment Noah's hands had left him and the next Adrasia was gasping, burying his face in the curve of the other's shoulder while his fingers dug into the cambion's back as that sudden heat sank down around him. After only the muted sensations of their bodies pressed against one another through the folds of his robes, the pleasure was shocking and vivid. He had barely caught his breath by the time he'd lifted his chin enough to be kissed again, dizzied both by that and by the fluid rocking of Noah's hips, matching the younger slave's sounds with his own nearly pained groan pressed to Noah's lips.

They didn't talk, they were pretty much past words now, or so Noah figured. All he wanted to do was ride the tide of pleasure. Adrasia filled him so well and he shivered and clung to the angel as he rocked against him, steadily fucking himself on his cock. It felt so damn good but he was in the state where pretty much everything would. Adrasia seemed to be enjoying it too given the sounds he made and the way he dragged his nails down his back. Noah welcomed it, arched into it, would've happily taken more and rougher if he'd wanted to give it but apparently Adrasia wasn't into that. Oh well, this was still good.

Though Stigr wasn't prone to swearing, he didn't see a reason to tell Noah that he disapproved. His slave was an adult, after all, and some part of Stigr found it in some way charming. "Mm. Yes, well, if you're in a caning mood, I can always have a slave delivered up to the suite for you to have some fun with. Much more appropriate than going around hitting people with that cane during a party." He couldn't help the small amused smile at just how disgruntled Noah was about his current outfit. Stigr supposed that it made sense for his slave to dislike it, given how young he was. "I rather imagine that the royalty at the time set the style. I'll make it up to you in some way for forcing the suit on you." He smirked and then shook his head. "No dancing, I've mostly just been socializing. I'm thinking we won't stay much longer, though I doubt you'll complain about that."

"A caning mood?" Noah's eyebrows went up and he shook his head. "Nah, not really into that, or at least not bein' the one to give it out. If I wanna hit someone it's 'cause I wanna fight not as part of fuckin'." Stigr probably could've guessed that but Noah supposed it was kind of nice of him to offer. He was a pretty good master that way, usually, and there were a lot worse people who could've plucked the cambion out of the Undercroft, he knew that. "That was the first mistake, letting the rich fucks decide." Noah perked up at the idea of having it made up to him. "Oh yeah? How you gonna make it up to me?" He was always excited about perks or benefits. "Really? Here I thought you'd know how to do all this fancy dance shit. Anyone worth talkin' to? And no, I sure as hell won't complain about gettin' outta here soon."

"Nothing in particular. It will be a matter of trust -- if you follow the rules I set you and give me no reason to punish you, I'll be more willing to give you the occasional late night further down the line. I'm not an unreasonable man." Would that always be how Noah earned further time away from the suite? Unlikely. Stigr's rules sometimes changed with how the vampire was feeling or with the slave he was dealing with, but Noah had done nothing yet to irritate him thus far. A soft laugh was his answer to his slave's tease, his hands falling down to rest on the younger man's hips as he grinded down. "I would appreciate it if we kept destruction of the suite to a bare minimum." He tugged on Noah's bottom lip with his teeth and then broke the kiss once the cambion had undone his belt, wrapping one arm around his slave's waist before he stood and carried the younger man toward the vampire's bedroom. Stigr laid him down onto the bed and climbed on top of the younger man, grinding his hips down slowly before he focused on completely undressing Noah.

In any other circumstance, Soren would've gotten a good laugh at the idea of Taliesin puttering dutifully around the lab. Now he almost wondered if that might be a merciful break from what the castle demanded of him. Who was he kidding - his brother was probably panicking as much as Soren was, if Taliesin wasn't halfway back to Krovs already. "I just mean... trying to stay out of trouble." His lip tugged into a grimace at Noah's words, immediately seeing the sense in them, though he at least managed not to visibly wince at the notion of Stigr trying to sleep with him in this body. "Have to figure that out once he shows his face again," Soren muttered, absentmindedly threading his fingers together as he tried to mold his confusion into something more constructive. His eyes flashed back to Noah's face with a more present concern at the last sentence, brows knitting, immediately a bit more defensive than he probably should've been, "What? You two don't get along or something?" Soren's stomach twisted with premonition, mind conjuring up all too easily the reasons why Taliesin might think himself into starting trouble with the councilman's other slave.

Noah shrugged at the idea of staying out of trouble. "Shouldn't be too hard. Don't trash the suite, don't be a total asshole to Stigr. He's pretty chill if you follow his rules." The idea of Noah being the one to keep anyone out of trouble was kind of funny but so far he had behaved pretty well since Stigr had claimed him, minus the fact that he was some low level of drunk or high all the time but most people couldn't really tell that. It was better for everyone anyway since without that Noah's anger would be a lot more apparent. "Yeah, I guess. He'll be able to tell real quick, though. Unless you can act like Taliesin a lot better than you have been." The cambion frowned at the defensiveness and the sudden questions, though he was forced to answer them because of the spell. "No, we sure don't. He's fuckin' annoying, for one. Always on my ass about leaving shit around the suite or being too noisy or moving his plants or some shit. He's a prissy little fuck. We'd get along better if he just left me alone, honestly, but no he think he's all high and mighty and can't help himself." Sure, they lived in the same suite but they had different rooms and could probably interact a lot less but apparently the other slave thought differently.

The dragon chuckle, a bit more genuine this time. "Suppose we share that then," He didn't need to breathe either, but the dragon quite liked being choked to the point of feeling like he'd pass out, "Surely two half-demons can't get into too much trouble, right?" He grinned, a joke mainly only he would get, knowing full and well he could stir up enough trouble for all the half-demons in the castle combined.

"Nah, probably not too much." Noah agreed, still laughing a little and not surprised the other man was a half demon as well. He'd sensed that, more or less, though he wasn't really focusing on picking out species or much of anything past the current moment. Noah'd actually been pretty good for most of the time he'd been in the castle. Sure, he'd started some fights in the Undercroft and gotten chucked in solitary a few times but mostly he'd been a model slave. Drunk and bored at this shitty party, that might change.

Being with Noah was fun. It was easy, painless, and didn't require much thought. It was so simple to hang out with someone who was so much like himself and let their vibes guide them. Even still, Bastion couldn't help but feel something inside him that was drawn to Noah so much more deeply. He didn't know why but every time they came together, he found himself trying to dig past Noah's defenses to get to know him on a higher level. Even now, all he wanted to do was tease and talk.

Obviously, Noah liked hanging out with Bastion. They both liked to party, both liked music, and were generally similar in a lot of ways. Talking about their interests was one thing and Noah was happy to party and fuck all night long, though he was a lot more reserved when it came to sharing stuff about himself. Still, Bastion had pried some details out of him here and there, mostly when they were high and Noah was fucked out and relaxed. Nothing earth shaking, no secrets, but it didn't seem bad to share things with Bastion. Noah didn't trust easy but Bastion was worming his way in somehow and Noah wasn't going to think too much about why. Fun, keep it fun and sexy and nothing would get fucked up.

"Nah," he said with a grin, "I kinda like the ache after."

"Mm, can't argue with that." Noah had gotten accustomed to it before Stigr had claimed him and now with his healing he didn't have to worry much about it. Collared like he was in Bastion's body it would be different but he doubted he would mind much if Bastion intended to fuck him as well as he had the other times they'd hooked up. It made him dizzy to think about it too much, that he was going to get fucked in Bastion's body by his own body, so he just tried not to and went with how good and different it felt.

Noah certainly wasn't stupid at all and Bastion knew that. He was actually pretty intelligent, street-wise. Maybe not the most book smart but neither was Bastion. That was what drew him to Noah. They were so similar in certain ways. They used drugs to escape, parties to distract. They used their bodies to feel wanted. Bastion was always the person who someone dated before they found their true love. He was a stepping stone, because who in their right mind would love a hellhound like him? He was the opposite of what he was supposed to be and was constantly a let down to his demonic father because his mind wasn't focused on hunting, feeding, gaining power. All Bastion wanted to do was play music. At any rate, he didn't reply to the comment. He merely nodded and bit his tongue. Noah couldn't know, not yet.

Noah didn't think of himself as smart he could just pick up on shit with people sometimes. Sure, he also knew how to survive in various situations but he didn't think being adaptable meant smart. He could quip and tease but he didn't know things and he'd sucked at school. He hated reading, thought it was boring, and wasn't curious about a lot of shit. No one had ever told him he was smart, either, but then people didn't tend to give him compliments not related to his body, sex, or that he was fun. That was fine, he knew what he was good at and he was happy to stick to those few things. At least he had a couple things he was good at, that was something. A sex castle was a good place for him, really, considering his limited skill set.

Noah's words and actions both spoke to plenty of experience, both with the masters in Krovs but the many varied species one was liable to collide with under its roof. That the cambion would even comment on his own scent meant he'd spent enough time with those who would be upset by it. Magnai growled at the words, but it was low and soft, no wrath sparked in his eyes by the notion. "Went through all them and still ended up coming to me," He replied confidently, kneading at the slave's trim waist as Noah's hands roamed over him in turn, a welcome feeling, "Sounds like none of them knew how to tire you out properly." Even an alpha wasn't likely to exhaust one of Noah's kind, but Magnai would damn well try.

Noah chuckled a little at the statement. "Well yeah. You're one of the ones I haven't gotten to in the castle yet. Gotta work on blackin' out that bingo card." Was it crass to make it seem like he was just trying to check people off a list? Maybe, but Noah didn't really care and wasn't sure Magnai would either. "Some of 'em gave it a real good shot but I'm hard to tire out. Let's see what you can do." The more sex he had the more energy he got, technically, if he fed on the sexual energy so it was in fact pretty much impossible to tire him out now that he had access to that with Stigr's collar. Still, he was very game to let someone try, especially a master in heat.

The idea of being taken care of was almost a funny one. Aside from his mother when he'd been young, nobody had ever tried to take care of Bastion. He was the big strong alpha, he was the one who was supposed to provide and protect. Other than the times his instincts snuck up on him, he largely avoided responsibilities like that. He was the one who people depended on without turning around to let him rely on them and for that reason, Bastion had stopped trying to step up like that. He'd fucked off on the pack time and time again to be a musician. To be a delinquent, a punk. To be taken care of in any capacity was a novel one and he doubted Noah would ever mean anything more than just getting him off.

Noah didn't take care of people, at least not anymore. He'd done his best with Jules, his little sister, protected her and gotten her out of their shitty family situation. He liked to think he was protective of friends or people he'd dated but that usually blew up in his face. It was easier to be the fun friend, the party guy, but the one no one looked to for support or expected anything from. He wasn't worth much anyway and Jules had grown up and gotten on with her life, as he'd always wanted for her. Noah was good at taking care of people sexually, though, and he could do that much for Bastion at least.