#;flesh

Even the delicate brush of his custom-made Italian suit against his skin was enough to send shockwaves of an almost orgasmic sensation through his spine, forcing him to stand as still as possible every few seconds to try to recollect himself. Furthermore, Nöel’s little retaliation over his innocent attempt at getting to know him better was only making things worse, forcing the warlock to literally come in his pants like a damned preadolescent boy every time someone spoke his name. Honestly, he was starting to see Lucien’s point about murdering the youngest of the Gaudet twins. Shame his father didn’t kill him hard enough.

The point was, Gabriel was mentally and sexually frustrated. Luckily, his father seemed to have decided to cut him some slack at work for those two weeks, because there was no way he was going to get anything done with all of those hellish curses cast on him. But Gabriel was still a spiteful creature, and if he had a problem, he was determined to make sure that everyone around him also had a problem. So, when a guy with majestic dark hair looked at him for an instant too long—not that he could really be blamed, since Gabriel was currently a sweaty mess, his body trembling under the weight of the spell—while he was walking through the halls of the castle, the warlock made sure to use his empathic magic to try to project the emotional component of his distress onto the other’s mind. He didn’t know if his psychic attack had any chance of succeeding, with his unfocused mind and the possibility of the other being shielded against telepaths. He slumped his back on the wall, slightly panting and yet grinning devilishly. He had come to the castle to find someone to make his current predicament a bit more bearable, after all. “Like what you see?” He breathed in a huff, his skin on fire and his Incubus charm turned to one hundred. “I’m not trying to be snarky, I’m genuinely asking. I could use some help if you’re down.”

@thebloodofbriar

"Oh, come on, sweetie, do not look at me like that!" He grinned, his own body itching with the tingling sensation of the spell that was cast on him. Usually, pride was the sin guiding his every choice: if he saw an opportunity to get ahead of anyone else and prove he was the best at whatever he put his mind into, he would definitely choose to screw his opponents over rather than just screw them. In that moment, however, his Incubus' senses were in overdrive, demanding to be fed by Kaden's muscular figure until the Kresnik had nothing more he could give him. Resisting the temptation to tear his clothes off and make the cop his in every way imaginable was torture; luckily, he was kind of into that. "I promise I'm going to make this really fun for the both of us. Just say yes, and I'll make sure to be the Gaudet of your dreams." He played with the sleek black remote in his hand, turning it around with precise movements of his long, elegant fingers. He took a few steps towards Kaden, resting his arms on his shoulders and pulling him into a delicate, lascivious hug. "I've been so rude to you at the ball; let me make it up to you." He purred with half a crooked smile as he bit his lower lip. Still grinning, he pressed one of the buttons on the remote, activating the vibrator inside Kaden to the maximum intensity at his disposal.