Noël Gaudet

"Mm. I suppose it is." The vampire chuckled and moved out of the way when Noel pushed passed him, shutting the door before he turned to face the younger man. He fixed Noel with an amused stare, stepping closer to trail his fingers along the man's jaw and down to neck before he pulled him into a brief kiss. "I wasn't aware that I took that long to answer the door. Feeling impatient?" He teased lightly, his hand falling to his side. "I don't have my eyes on any slaves at the moment, disappointing as that is."

Noel stayed close to the counciliman already starting to undo the buttons of his shirt with his long thin fingers. "So you chose to take your time. Strike one, amour." Noel said with playful amusement as his hand ran over the newly exposed skin. "Don't get to three." He warned as his hands were making quick work of the fastenings of his pants.

“My, my, so many complaints you have for me, Dr. Gaudet,” Sang-ho hummed. “I’m seeing the family resemblance with your brother.” The items that fell stopped in mid-air without any signal from the fallen angel that he’d done anything despite catching them with telekinesis. A parlor trick, really, at his age. He mirrored Noel’s position, elbow propped on his desk and chin in hand while he smiled back at him. “Is that really why you came here or are you using your heat as an excuse to earn a benefit through sexual favors?”

"Or is it this place is run so poorly there's a lot to complain about." He retorted switching hands to knock a couple things off on the other side even if they didn't hit the ground. The grin spread along Noel's lips widening into a smile as he climbed onto the desk and crawled to the man across from him gripping him by the tie and pulling him in close. "Is that how I earn a benefit, through sexual favor?"

"Flattered, I can assure you." He smiled sure Desmond knew more than he was leading on. "To answer the question you decided not to ask, very polite of you. It's not plastic surgery." He waited for the other to catch up to his topic shift. "My face." He clarified. "I do look like this naturally." The topic moved again. "How are you adjusting? Do you find you have a hard time finding your place in new situations?"

"Can it not be both." He said looking up at the guard with a knowing smile. "Bold of you to believe you could work like this." Noel moved his h hand to grab the outline of the hardening member of the beserker and give it a squeeze and rub through his pants. "Are you going to invite me in or are we doing this here?"

Khion was dramatic as ever, something Noel was immune to from having Lucien as a brother. "You do have the option to take suppressants." Noel said with disinterest getting ready for work having take some because he did have to work and would be on call all week. He looked at Khion with a smile. "Well, you already know I don't care about you. You'll have to use a different manipulation technique."

"Is that a rhetorical question, mon cœur?" Noel's tone wasn't as playful as he invited himself in pushing past Stigr. "I wasn't aware your suite had been expanded considering how long it took you to come to the door. You should show me the extra rooms you added. Are you planning to claim a slave or two?" He inquired raising an inquisitive brow.

"Oh, no, I'd rather go home with you," Khion replied, beaming at the reaper. "Here I was assuming you wanted to stay out." His grin widened, knowing that Noel was more the homebody between them and the pamola the socialite. Course nothing motivated Khion more than sex, which he knew would happen at home because Noel just complimented him. That was foreplay. He propped his chin in his hand, crystal eyes shining as they were all for the reaper with him. "Keep telling me I'm pretty. This is why you make better company than Dempsey."

"That's why?" He wondered allowed. "I thought it was my big scythe." He added with his own smile meeting the pretty blue. He shifted to get closer to the pamola. "You also don't have a choice. You are coming home with me." He smiled wickedly. "I know better than to leave you alone."

"I would never dream of arguing with you, käraste." Stigr tilted his head back with a soft moan, letting his eyes fall shut for a few seconds. His own hips rolled up in an attempt to get more of Noel's touch and the vampire shivered when the younger man bit his ear. The councilman exhaled softly and turned his head to look at Noel, leaning in to kiss him briefly before his hands moved to the reaper's hips, tugging him onto his lap.

"I didn't think so." Noel agreed before he as kissed. He was about to move things along when Stigr decided to help lifting him to his lap. Noel dug his fingers into his shoulders as he sat back on the councilman's cock until it was skin against skin. He groaned lowly bringing their lips together while his body adjusted and broke way to start moving atop him. He rocked his hips at first before moving up and down riding Stigr.

"It wasn't, but I shouldn't be surprised you would take it as one." Stigr said with a fond laugh, breaking the kiss for now to take hold of Noel's chin, tilting the reaper's head up. He gave him a little smile, a glint of amusement in the vampire's eyes. "Mm. I suppose we'll see. And I do agree, though I much prefer him in nothing at all." He paused, thinking, and then made a face. "That said, I'm not overly fond of that ridiculous coat of his."

"Which one?" Noel asked because Khion had a lot of ridiculous clothing in his opinion, which was his fault since he bought Khion most his clothing and never told him no. Noel also had a lot of black in his closet. It matched his aesthetic. Khion brought a lot of color into his dark dwelling. He stood out in every room. It did make him easy to find, while Noel could blend into the background Khion stood out always on display.

Stigr moaned at the feeling of Noel's lips wrapped around his cock, just barely stopping himself from rocking further into the reaper's mouth. As tempting as it was to feel the younger man gagging around his cock, he'd play nice for now. The vampire's fingers curled tightly in Noel's hair, giving the strands a tug, his lips parting before he glanced down at the man. "A view I'm never going to get tired of." He smirked slightly, adjusting his grip in Noel's hair, finally giving into that temptation and rocked his hips forward somewhat impatiently.

Dark eyes shifted up when his hair was pulled. Not hard enough he was going to do anything about it. Noel would let Stigr know if he crossed any lines. He wasn't a slave. He hummed around the vampire's cock at the compliment. Noel let Stigr push himself deeper into his throat opening it and able to take him in. There was a moment he did nearly choke and his fingers dig into the the master's thigh to let him know. But he soon adapted and let him continue.

"I hope you don't think this was the first clue leading you to that conclusion," Khion laughed. "I know the feeling's mutual." After all, why else would Noel have claimed, purchased, and kept him around. "Does this mean you're my Valentine?" He hummed, leaning in to steal one more kiss from the reaper, this one softer than before. "Party was lame, glad we did this."

"You do know the origins of Valentine's are sacrificing animals and whipping women with their hides for fertility or you can pick your Christian saint. I believe the most famous is the one executed for marrying couples when it was outlawed. Which one are you asking me to be your martyr or murderer?" He pulled Khion in closer. "I'm glad to be either." He hummed taking his lips against his own deepening the kiss.

Khion turned to Noel absolutely appalled. "So you do think I'm ugly," he gasped, a hand over his chest to soothe his breaking heart. He leaned back against the nearest wall and slide to the floor. He sighed like it was the end coming. "This is my Monday. It's the worst day of my life."

Noel's head fell back as he laughed at his slave being his ridiculously dramatic self. It took him a moment to calm down and be able to answer. "I think you a fool, chéri." He crouched down pulling his mask up to look into the sad blue eyes of the pamola. "I wouldn't keep you if you were ugly." He leaned forward to place his lips on Khion's cheek. "You are adorable when you're melodramatic." He pulled the mask back on and stood holding his hand out. "The floor is dirty."