#merekhopper

Lucien was busy looking down at the pants to notice where Merek was looking or the conversation would have surely gone differently. As it was he was pulling at the tight fabric on his thighs and trying to look over his shoulder at his ass in the form fitting fabric. "I don't prefer to wear such things of the bedroom." because he did wear a lot of different types of leather outfits for Raphael, but not out and about. "I can't believe you walk..." His words trailed and he looked incredulously at Merek at his response. "How is that your immediate next thought. It truly amazes me how you can avoid every notion of logic so astutely." He looked Merek over. "Does that mean I now get to pick something I want to see you in?"

Still, he could use the distraction and seeing Merek on stage while he watched the shows at the bar helped. A surprise, sure, but a welcome one even as he tried not to think whether that was a personal choice or a voluntold situation for the pyromancer. He waited at the bar when Merek was done and sure enough the younger arrived for a drink.

"I had no idea you could sing so well," the kresnik said, grinning crookedly at Merek. "You look real fancy tonight, darlin'."

Ransom was on his way out, one of the rare times the half dragon wasn't in uniform. Maybe the first time Merek saw him outside the undercroft not in the normal police uniform. "If you're looking for Valentine I'd suggest you speak with Gaudet." He informed. "As I recall you two are pretty close."

“Oh, I’m sure we will,” Raphael purred, drinking in the gorgeous creature before him. He let the space close between them, sure he could wager a pretty good guess on who this woman actually was. Based on the feminine version of his features, syntax, and taste of magic, Raph felt confident in assuming this must be that pretty servant Merek. “Don’t think for a second that you’ll be fucking me, sweetheart,” he said, hooking a finger under the psionic’s chin and leaning in closer. “Let’s head back to your suite and I’ll show you all sorts of fun we can have with you in this lovely body.” 

Text: ...well, obviously.

Text: Most would have an entirely different reaction to that sort of text, you realize.

Text: i’m aware of that now yes.

Text: i just wanted to make sure i was the intended recipient

Text: i’m really not sure how to respond except 😳

Gale stared back at the man who has requested him for the night. A staff rather than a vampire master, for a change. The Thunder Dragon stood at the centre of the room, like a piece of statue in display at the heart of a museum. After all, the Thunder Dragon did have a beautiful body. Muscles spoke strength and well-defined, heavy yet balanced at the same time.

He couldn’t help but pondered as he watched the man before him. The questioning look was obvious on his expression.

Why?

The Thunder Dragon thought in his low, earthy voice, lips sealed and remained quiet. 

He asked Merek to meet him at the diner near the police station after both their shifts. He sat in his usual booth, the host and server recognizing him with how often he and Ransom ate here. Kaden looked up when he spied his boyfriend, smiling and waving him down. "Howdy, darlin', how was work?"