🌿 HS RHAAYN TIME
My muse is standing under mistletoe. Send 💋 to give them a kiss.
“ were you waiting for me all this time? ” he's about eighty-percent certain this was all arranged on purpose, but in order to salvage Kayn's already fragile ego, he elects not to acknowledge it any further than that singular remark. laughter, however, rumbles from deep within the music demon's chest – something he doesn't bother to repress.
Kayn's standing there looking so expectantly; the arrangement is almost perfect, and who is Rhaast to deny his vessel? if he's gone to this length just to get him to kiss him, then that's precisely what Rhaast intends to do. there are a great many benefits to being Kayn's benefactor; his essence grants the demon the ability to walk the mortal realm without needing to claim a body that isn't his own. && isn't that reason enough to reward him for his graciousness in lending Rhaast his energy?
so Rhaast steps forward; his feet are heavy on the white marble. they echo and thud with little grace to them at all. he's much too large for his own good – but in the years that preceded humankind, demons like him were often fifty times the height that he is now. as he draws close, he towers almost impossibly high over Kayn – it's enough that he has to actually crane his neck downward just to reach him. when he takes him, he doesn't do it gently. he isn't kind, his touch his rough, and his lips are rougher still ( but if he knows Kayn to any degree, he knows this is one of his many traits that the rapper adores ). his claws encompass the flat of Kayn's back; a gentle pull urges him forward until his stomach meets his chest, and he holds him there until he's satisfied with what he's done. when Rhaast draws back, a thin string of saliva still connects the mouth of his mask to Kayn's swollen lips.
tongue darts out, severing the binding and bringing it back in to swallow. behind that mask Rhaast is grinning a devlish grin, and were it not for risk of being seen, he might even be tempted to remove the mask entirely in order to indulge Kayn properly. after all, Kayn is the only one who's ever earned the right to see his true face; none were worthy except him. but the house is bustling today, at any moment someone could walk in, and Rhaast took far too much pride in keeping his identity a secret from everyone else in the band. so the mask remains, but so do his hands on Kayn's back as he leans in and whispers and promise into his ear.
“ when the party's over, we can continue this in your bedroom. ”
