not all those who wander are lost

Lucien did know where Dutch would be. The groom wasn't one that would leave the stables unless he has a reason. Lucien appreciated being that reason. For a second he almost stupidly asked who it was Dutch rather be doing as he took the offered hand before his mind caught up. A heat found his cheeks when he was pulled to his feet. He led the younger man to and inside his suite. Once in the foyer he dropped the cane, hat, and slid out of his jacket letting it all fall to the marble floor helping Dutch out of his jacket and opening his shirt. His own vest was removed next and he loosened his tie. "Take me to the living room?"

The werewitch was trying not to be fully glued to the others back as they left the party behind. Wanting to make the most of this particular holiday in a way they would both like. Not that they weren't on each other as often as they could be, considering. It was all he could think to do in the moment, he was glad Lucien caught onto what he was saying. When they were in the suite he watched as Lucien dropped nearly everything as they fell to the floor. Dutch worked himself out of his own jacket, then the shirt, hands scrambling to remove whatever they could get a hold of. "Yeah." He nodded, taking him by his waist and leading him from the foyer to the living room. In that time he's shrugging off his own shirt once it was full undone, leaving it on the floor wherever it fell.

"Aw, how kind of you," Seth beamed. He momentarily stiffened at the contact until he remembered he was fully covered with his favorite sweater and usual gloves. Damned poisonous skin. "It's not the worst thing, I can still get by with my magic skillsets, but it's a little inconvenient for driving my car or motorcycle. Or trying to do things like target the right person for a spell. Or pick out the snack I actually want. Most importantly, it's not great for taking care of my actual pup Circe who will never be a seeing-eye dog." She was trained and listened well, but that was another level. He patted Dutch's arm. "If you could help me to my suite, that'd be great. Extra points if you can feed Circe for me before she bitches at me about her late dinner."

"Do not try to drive anywhere. Will give Kaden an unnecessary aneurism." He could already feel the stress level rise in the kresnik even before anyone did anything. As if he needed more on his plate. "I can help you? Until you regain your vision again, unfortunate you were put under such a spell." He shook his head, the things that happened within the castle was almost too much for the groom. He would do his best to help where he could while the other was blind. "I can do all that, and feed the pup too. How old is she?" He asked, curious to know more about this dog as well as Seth himself. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to make friends with other people than the horses.

It was easy for Lucien to give the other access with his outfit that left little to the imagination. The belt around his waist along with the string of pearls were the only things keeping the top together and once he undid them it was easy enough to slip out of it. He let it fall to the bedroom floor. "You're far too kind to me." He said moving back down to steal those lips again. He brought one of Dutch's hands to run up one of the black stockings that covered his thigh to the button that held it on the garter undoing it before he urged the hand higher. His own broke away to go to the fastenings of the grooms jeans pulling them open and helping his manhood out of its confines. His hand stroked the hard flesh. "Tell me what you want."

He didn't need much help in guiding his hand up further beyod the masters thigh. He almost lost his cool just from feeling those stockings, how smooth they made his leg. How easy it was to move his hand along it with his mind thinking how nice they'd feel wrapped around him. That hand finds it's place up against the growing hardness that he's come to desire more often than not. "Could be kinder." He hums, the kiss keeps his words away as he uses his other hand to smooth over the newly exposed skin. The very place he's wanted to touch all damn night, now finally having this moment with him. "So many things." He breathes, the heaviest of sighs parts from him as the hand works his length. "To sit, to take what's yours in slow grinds before I lose all sense of control. Drive me crazy a little while longer."

"Oh." The playful sound came from the ghoul as he made quick work of opening the werewitch's pants well aware he was still driving. "So more along the lines of something like this?" He shifted his head into Dutch's lap. He was also well aware if Kaden pulled them over right now he would have a lot to say about their current situation. Here was hoping Dutch was a steady driver or Kaden was busy because Lucien didn't waste any time in taking all of Dutch between his lips. He hummed around the other growing member that quickly hardened at his ministrations. The awkward angle of the car didn't pose a challenge for him, the one time his small stature was actually helpful.

Suddenly it became imperative for him to keep his eyes on the road when he'd rather be looking down. He needed to focus so he could drive well enough not to be noticed while still enjoying that warmth of his mouth. "Lucien--." He grunted, yet didn't stop him from settling into his lap enough to wrap those lips around his length. He does tighten his hold on the steering wheel while pushing his head back against the head rest. His breathing is quickened the harder he becomes, the more Lucien takes of his cock. "Damn... just like that yeah." He does glance down once to be met with an image that only made him growl. He had to snap himself back to reality as the road before him only continued to grow.

"I've never found the attraction to such games." He moved closer to the groom letting his hand draw down his arm. "If I'm being honest." Which was something he always felt he could do with Dutch. "There are few I care to give my time to, though I am interested in the things you enjoy, whatever they might be." He leaned more fully against the groom. "Though if I am being honest, this evening. I would rather be doing something else."

"You know where I'd be if I wasn't here." He chuckled, there wasn't a long list of places he'd rather be. He had come hoping to spend time with the councilman while enjoying the festivities. Whatever that may be, he was not tied to sticking around here if it wasn't wanted. "Let's get out of here, then. I know there's someone I'd rather be doing." He smirked, offering his hand to him.

He’s just staring at the spot. 💔😢

Lucien wasn't exactly sure how to answer what Dutch said. He was starting to suspect he was suffering from a spell. The werewitch was a lot of things, but he wasn't ever so blunt about his feelings. That was good because Lucien wasn't good at a lot of things, especially someone else's feelings. So he did what he did best when he didn't know how to handle something. Ignored it completely and instead focused on the feel of Dutch being so close, the face pressed against his, the lips on his cheek. He brought them to meet his own and kissed the werewitch deeply hoping that would be answer enough. His hands went felt over the body before him ending at the fastenings of his pants and undoing them to delve inside. First rubbing over him and the fabric that separated them before going inside and taking hold of his cock stroking it.

It would come to bite him later once the magic had worn off what exactly he'd been saying. Present him was unaware of the anxiety he was giving his future self, in this moment he cared little about anyone but the other. When their lips met in a heated kiss any and all thoughts were quick to vanish. Listening to his own desires now he worked to touch him as much as he could. Hands slipping under his clothes to touch his coolder skin. Only realizing then that he was smaller than normal, easier to maneuver should he desire to. "Mm Lucien." He moaned, the hand finding his larger than normal cock, barely contained by the clothes he wore. His own hands moved to undo Lucien's own pants, loosening them enough to slip his hands inside. "Need you."