Who the fuck you think it is?

"Jesus fucking christ!" Shade exclaimed not expecting his boss, technically, to be standing outside the suite he was exiting after a fuckfest. Talk about ruining the moment. "Wear a fucking bell, man." He grumbled putting a hand over his heart before he was calming down. "The hell you think I'm doing. Going back to work. Was on break. You know that thing I get to eat and shit. Was eating and shit." He explained pretty sure Raph didn't know how work worked. "The fuck are you doing?"

"I might if that motherfucker would tell his shitty ass kid to give me my life back. Got me running around on a fucking moped. Dude's scared of rizz." He grumbled. "Doesn't matter. I can take a break. Ain't like he'll notice. He's getting my money anyway. Swear I owe more than when I started anyway." He grumbled and Kaden's big favor was giving him the moped. Real friend that guy. He hopped over the bar with easy still in the dark grey cargo pants, white and light grey pumas and shirtless. It was all he had for effort knowing there wasn't much staying on anyway. "Sure there's a VIP room free." He nodded for Khion to follow him.

"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.

"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."

"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.

"Shade," Seth growled in annoyance at first, but the other's name soon left his lips in a much sweeter way, his destroyed pants swiftly forgotten. For the moment, anyway. His eyes rolled up under those long, fluttering lashes as he groaned with every inch of that rigid heat filling him up. His hands balled into fists against the wall, Seth briefly testing Shade's hold on him as he squirmed though he really had no desire to break that restraint. This worked just as well, but he also wished he was facing the cambion. Seth liked being able to watch and kiss and feed off Shade during these moments even if he couldn't do any energy feeding as a straight fae. Or faerie. What-the-fuck-ever. He'd settle for what he could get out of his peripheral vision. "Please... fuck me," he demanded, barely keeping the whine from breaking through.

"So you can say please." He mocked his lips moving down from Seth's ear to his neck down his jaw to capture his lips as he stated to move. His thrust were slow and hard at first. "Glad I know what it takes to get that out of you now." He picked up his pace his hands letting go of Seth's wrists to move down over his sides with his other so both could fall around his lithe waist and pull him back against each of his thrusts.

Shade was the ask for forgiveness type anyway so didn't give a shit what happened after. Didn't matter had sex was his motto he lived by. Probably why he ended up in most the situations he did. Either way his dick was where it should be and he was sure to keep it there as he kept his own hits moving with his ex's. Their lips meeting falling easily into a rhythm his body knew with a body that was all muscle memory interacting with. Even in another persons body he still knew how to handle Seth. Giving him a proper fucking that likely was nothing like the way Cairo. To be fair. If there was one person in Krovs Shade wouldn't sleep with, it was Cairo.

"Not dying," Seth snorted into his drink. "Making less deals with demons." He grinned wryly at his ex. "Write a book. Oh, and eating more Chicago pizza and dogs this year. That one's the most important."

"Sound fuckin resolutions." He nodded. "Good luck with those, sure the new fuck boy will help ya. Doubt he's been to the city." Chicago didn't seem like the kind of place Cairo would go for any reason. Course Cairo did seem like a fuck boy to Shade so there was that. "Well as you can see my fake being nice about all this shit ran its course, so you go do you kiddo."

"Keep talking like that and I'll change my mind," Manny warned, raising a brow at Shade. He wasn't into insults. He walked ahead of the cambion and led him to his suite. He shut the door behind Shade. "Drink or something or just get right into it?" he asked.

"Oh fo sho." Shade said with a grin following behind the guard. Guy was too serious, but he supposed guards were just cop adjacent in the end. "I'll take a drink while I take my pants off." He smiled.

Finn made a noise and a face to match at the ass slap. Seems that was Shade's thing with him. He'd allow it given the situation and the cambion learning well what he liked and didn't. That, and Shade tolerated his bossiness. Actually, he gave Shade credit this time around –– kid was doing everything before needing to be asked. Well, almost. Flushed cheek pressed against the cool wall, Finn groaned signaling his approval. "Fuck, that's it, good –– fuckin' –– boy." He continued panting, huffing, and moaning in pleasure, his cock hard and leaking between his abdomen and the wall. It didn't take much between getting fucked and the spell to have Finn spilling over a second time. He cried out Shade's name... though he didn't give the cambion explicit permission to cum. He rocked back against Shade, riding out his orgasm, and continued even once it finished. "Again," he growled. "Fuck me again. Harder." Apparently he still had orders to give.

There was no complaint from Shade, his dick still buried deep and he was more than willing to keep doing anything Finn said with the leash and collar round his neck. "Anything you want." Agreed, letting his claws dig into Finn's hips to pull him roughing into his thrusts as he did start to fuck him harder than the previous time not giving him a moment of reprieve.

Shade did as he was told grabbing the familiar by the hair and yanking his head back sinking his fangs into his neck as he thrust roughly into his ass testing the sturdiness of the counter they fucked against. The orders still no bothering him because he was getting what he wanted and the day was shit for what it was. He hated working, more so not seeing a fucking dime for the work either. So fucking of to literally put his dick in Finn's fine ass was more than welcomed.