#c:cian

It had been months since Brian had a moment to indulge in anything that was just for him. Between work and his kid most of his hours were spent going from one hectic situation to another. Maybe if that hadn’t been the case he wouldn’t have been laying it on so thick with Cian. He needed to fuck and he needed to badly.

With the guy resting on his hips and Brian thrusting up into the heat of the other’s pussy he almost forgot how good it felt. “Fuck, you’re so wet” he said as he gritted his teeth and slammed the man against the wall to get some better leverage “You like this?” he asked as he angled his hips to batter the other’s clit relentlessly “squeeze my dick”

“I’m sorry I had to split early, I was just feeling nauseous.” That was a lie, it was hard for him now to stand long in crowded places. Especially one that harbored smokers, or smoke machines. His lungs barely could take it anymore, Cian knew he should be going to the doctor but the male had no health insurance. 

“What am I even looking at right now?”

There was a park bench that Riley had come to favor during his time here in Boston, far enough from the road that the traffic sounds were muffled, distant. It was there he sat, waiting for his friend to arrive, a bit anxiously. He still had Beth's words clear in his mind, Lucas's brief explanations, and with those along came questions of his own. How many people did he know that were living like him? With whole lives in secrecy? How many had magic in them, how many turned forms on full moons and held within them a taste for blood?

Thank you, Jesus!