"I.. Hn... I brought you a gift." Rag forced out the words as he entered the bar, not bothering to wait for an invitation or he was sure he'd lose his nerve and flee before he actually had a chance to give him the so-called 'gift'.

"Come now darling, you seem to be in a rather sour mood this evening." With a slow exhale of sweetened silver lace from parted lips, D had sank into the plump pillows of his bed, lay atop the sheets with vaguely curled legs. After a couple of taps of the pipe to his lower lip, he'd extended it forwards in offer, "Perhaps a little release in order, my dearest Kain?"

( Dang it Kain, I said make him UNcomfortable, you lovely dolt! )

D arched the very moment that he found his spine met by something harder, head joining in that meeting of flesh and bones colliding with concrete, and plaster. The arch though, was not from pain, but to encourage his other further, even going so far as to pressure crossed wrists forwards in a threat to break free if that grip was not increased to a vice. Finally though, as he found his other’s hand dipping beneath fabric he’d shuddered and fallen back against the wall— Usually he would have found at least hungered kisses in lieu of a warning, though today there was none.

Lips painted in their usual shades falling to an open part, the Count released a low, softened moan that built it’s way up in a wave from his throat, forcing his eyes shut against his will, while he was left with no doubt that the hand pinning him into place had felt the sudden spike to his pulse. How cruel, he thought, were those lithe fingers that had toyed with him so easily, snapped the stitches of his composure as if they had been made of a simple spider’s thread and nothing more. And yet, he would not fight against them, no, he would deliver himself entirely, lay himself bare for this male, just as he always did.

--March 4th

I find myself inexplicably drawn to a man who resides in the mortal realm, but is more fantastical than any human that I have ever encountered. It began as a way to vent my sexual frustrations regarding a certain redhead, and has since blossomed into, dare I say, a love affair. I fear, though, his deeper nature which is clouded from my preternatural sense. There is something sinister about his intentions that now that I am away from his magnetism I can definitely sense. However, I know I shall be drawn back in like a moth to a brilliant flame and find myself sinking further into his dark, mysterious soul.