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With how much Adryan preferred to keep to himself, it was no surprise that he didn't have too many friends. He told himself it had something to do about the safety of others. Or not trusting himself enough. Which may not have been entirely true with all of the progress he's done thus far. But despite his turmoil, he managed to become close friends with Angel.

Adryan spent the night over at Angel's place, where he was graciously allowed to sleep in his bed. Everything was going well until the mershark woke up. Fortunately, it was before Angel, who laid in front of him, peacefully asleep. Watching him look beautiful reminded Adryan why he was up with a heavy throb. Embarrassed, the mershark pushed down on his erection over his boxer briefs and quickly tried to exit the bed and out of the room.

The plan was to escape to the bathroom and handle this problem himself, but the he caught a familiar scent of and everything soon derailed. Adryan found himself sneaking into Ryan's room instead, where the other laid alone in the big bed. God, the sight made his issue worse, he felt himself leaking like crazy. He had to act fast. But he wanted to enjoy his next meal and found himself kissing up the man's legs until he reached the man's boxer briefs. It probably would have been easy to slide them off but Adryan was desperate and needed to feast. So he practically shredded the fabric, revealing Ryan in such a vulnerable state. Of course, the young man raised the other's legs and reveled in the sight, spreading the pale cheeks to reveal the smooth pink hole. But like meat in front of a starved animal, it didn't last long, and he started eating.

Being two hundred and forty years old meant he could outdrink almost anyone except the few people around his age. He wasn't the type to boast about it or make drinking competitions at the bars, no, he just went to the bars to meet new people, drink, and have fun. Tonight was one of those nights where he felt especially lonely, and he looked forward to taking someone home for the night.

He leaned against the bar and started his order, a good specialty drink from the bar he was in. What was the point in drinking or being able to hold your drink if you drank the same swine every night? No, he liked the variety in his drinks.

A good few hours in, and he was nice and buzzy. He went to the dance floor and began to dance. Being a dragon meant he held his heat, and vampires steered clear of him for that exact reason. Touching him meant getting burned or worse. He had wondered once in his early youth what it was like to do it with one, that curiosity had died a long time ago. Now, he liked to get laid and sometimes even stayed friends with his lays. He didn't pressure them, though, which was why he always ended up back in a bar looking for someone new.

He spotted someone he liked in the crowd and smiled. Prey found and locked. He walked towards him then and passed his hand around his waist. "Hello there," he greeted the man with a toothy smile. "Wanna dance? A drink on my tab, perhaps? Both?" He offered. He ordered a quick drink for himself and whatever his new partner had, quickly sipping from it when it was here.