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Face timing and phonecalls could not beat seeing Gwyn in person. Cassian smiled wide to see his surprise but it faltered as Gwyn bounced at him. He quickly brought his arms around to catch under him, supporting the sith easily. He guided Gwyn's legs around his waist and held big hands under his arse as his cheek was graced with a kiss. He blushed up his neck, pleased to be received with such excitement.

"I practically just got off the plane-- !" Cassian's words were cut off by Gwyn's lips on his own. He hummed and melted into it, starved for the taste of the other man. Cassian tilted his head and opened up for Gwyn, swaying on his feet a little as the kiss banished all of the longing he'd been feeling at their distance for the past months. Yes, he decided right then and there, he had made the right decision in coming back. Something in his chest eased to be holding Gwyn in his arms, solid and cold and real.

The kiss broke and Cassian gave a shy smile, "Can I come in? If you're not busy, that is. I'm assuming you're not busy because you were home-- Not to say that you can't be busy while at home but..." he trailed off from his ramble then tried again, "There are a few things I'd like to speak with you about, if that's okay."

Gwyn had always been terrible about staying in one place for long. Immortality had done nothing to ease the sith's itch for new faces and places, if anything it had only made him more frantic for excitement to keep the creeping pace of day after day seem less terrifying. That he'd found enough of it in Krovs to keep him for nearly a year? Shocking. He'd taken his little day trips, skulked around Roland's haunts in Belgium, sure. But it wasn't the same as a full uprooting of his life again to get the undead blood pumping.

The young master was halfway to convinced about changing these circumstances when Cassian came to call. He'd never truly unpacked, but many of the clothing items that lived on various hooks had migrated back into trunks, a duffle bag sat gaping open at the foot of his bed, regurgitating the jackets that would have to be chosen from. Hell, Gwyn had even chucked his chaotic spread of jewelry into a few tidy pouches while he spent a few days deliberating. The sith had been taking advantage of his sun ring to sprawl on his stomach in the light where it cut across his carpet, leafing idly through a glossy travel magazine with a cigarette in one hand. One year in Russia, he thought, eyeing the vibrant pictures of white sand beaches. Perhaps it was time to truly give into the mood of summer.

Interrupted from his reverie by the knock, Gwyn's head shot up in surprise, certainly not expecting any guests. Perhaps Roland was making an impromptu visit, or else one of the slaves he kept company with had snuck off from their minders? Intrigued, Gwyn scrambled for the door in a flash, wrenching it open with a smile already prepared for whoever was on the other side, ever happy for company. What he saw only had that smile blooming even more broadly with pleasure and surprise. "Cassian!" Gwyn blurted, eyes shining in a second as without a moment's hesitation, he bounded over the threshold and jumped up into the dragon's arms, mashing his mouth against Cassian's cheek in a noisy, dramatic smooch. "It's so good to see you, darling! How long have you been here?" He demanded, giving the younger barely any time to respond before he had his arms around his neck, going in for a proper kiss.

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Cassian rubbed at the warmth still blooming at the back of his neck, embarrassed for himself. He looked over Briar and the longer he did, the more he felt like an ass. He and Gwyn had similar dark curls and were slender but that was about where the likeness ended. He was a dragon for fuck's sakes, he should have used his nose before speaking. But Cassian had never really been very good at being a dragon.

The laugh from the other eased Cassian's anxiety a little. He moved closer to Briar, looking him over again a bit more slowly. The Seelie looked normal with his book, unobtrusive and relaxed. He didn't give off any strange vibes, didn't ring any internal alarm bells. He seemed pleasant and very much Cassian's speed with his little stutter and ramble.

"I wasn't looking for him," Cassian explained, "He's just a... very good friend of mine." He gave a pause and chewed lightly on his lower lip a moment, considering Briar. He was so pretty. Maybe he was exactly what Cassian was looking for as far as a first time rental. "Briar, was it? My name's Cassian. Do you... Ah... Do you want to get out of here for a little while with me?"

Briar had no idea how long he had been at the castle. Months now, certainly, maybe six or so? It felt longer than that, like a lifetime, but he had adjusted, was still adjusting really. It was much easier now than the beginning, when he knew no one and had nobody. However, like he always seemed to manage to do, he made friends, knew people, there were even certain people within the walls that quite liked. Liked enough that thinking about it too much made him blush, brought on that dreaded feeling of shame that he couldn't seem to escape no matter how long him and his fiancé were apart.

However, that shame didn't stop him from looking forward to seeing them again. It was why the seelie's head had lifted from the book he was re-reading for the fourth time embarrassingly fast in the direction of whoever had called for that familiar sith. His brows were raised, but it seemed they were both equally as surprised when Gwyn was nowhere to be found. Briar's own cheeks heated into a blush just from his own quick reaction, letting out an awkward laugh as he shook his head.

"It's okay," He reassured, "I can see how we look similar from the back." It was followed with a more genuine laugh this time, closing his book with his finger pinned between the pages so he wouldn't lose his page. Taking an actual look at the man was something Briar quickly regretted with the sudden nervousness that filled him and the blush that was no longer caused by embarrassment. The stranger was uncomfortably his type. The same kind of type that had him a blushing mess around Inez the first time around.

He seemed to have forgotten that he could actually speak, becoming increasingly aware of each second he continued to stare at him in silence. "I'm Briar," He blurted, just to clear his throat and shake his head, laughing again, this time nervously, "I am not Gwyn, unfortunately- I mean, unfortunately for you, if that's who you were looking for.. yeah." He willed himself to shut up and not fall into a rambling of never-ending words too honest for his own good.

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No matter how often he came up to the castle, Cassian still got a little lost when he ventured forth by himself. He was about to give in and call Gwyn or Roland for rescue when the sound of his name had his head turning. Dark eyes landed on Rune and recognition lit up within them immediately. Rune had been a friend of Cassian's family for as long as he could remember and far before. The Lord lineage extended backwards thousands of years and it would seem every time a branch grew, Rune was there. Cassian was young the last time he'd seen Rune, just barely an adult by draconic standard and he distinctly remembered Rune seeming larger than life. He was ancient, rich, powerful. Everything a dragon could ever want. Now he had a slave collar around his neck.

"Rune," Cassian greeted in surprise. He turned and closed the distance between them, lifting his arms to give a hug and then stopping because he wasn't sure if they were that close. His movement stuttered from his uncertainty and he ended up patting Rune's shoulders awkwardly instead. He gave a pained smile. "What a surprise. You're..." His eyes flicked to the collar, "A slave?" he winced.

He couldn't imagine what had happened for Rune to have landed up here. He knew the ancient liked to live dangerously. Cassian's father had been on his retainer as his legal counsel hundreds of years before Cassian was even born and had likely gotten him out of a few sticky situations. But no amount of legal help could stop a person from becoming a slave.

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Four thousand years was quite a long time to be alive. Four thousand years felt like an eternity having the memory of a dragon. Every face, every name, every place. It was all locked up somewhere in the dark trenches of Rune's mind. It was a blessing and a curse, people he wanted to forget where stuck permanently, and the same went for the ones who he had locked up in his vault tightly.

It was very rare to be locked up in his head, for him to care enough to even act like he remembered their names. It usually boiled down to two things, good sex, or an equally good gift. There was one family that had managed to pin down both. Rune had known the Lord family for far too long, had seen many of them come into the world and out of it, had managed to find a visit whenever he came across their territory during his travels. Good sex, and then the legal aid when he was still trying to get his shit together. He didn't think he owed them, no, but knowing they had multiple uses had somehow made him a good family friend.

Ever since he had went to America, his visits halted, no more traveling as an excuse, too busy with his club and many other projects that were raking him in cash beyond his wildest dreams. That was over two hundred years ago, but when he had ventured outside for that hour the slaves got, dark eyes had instantly zoned in on a stature that rung way too many familiarity bells. "Lord," He called, already stalking over to him, eyes squinted as he tried to figure out which one it was. He was only a few feet away when it clicked, "Holy shit, is that fuckin' you, Cassian?"

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Cassian had decided that it was finally time to venture forth into the Undercroft. 

In the whole time that he’d lived in Krovs Town before he’d left, he had not once stepped foot into the Undercroft to rent a slave. He’d gone up to the castle to see Roland and Gwyn but he’d never gone into the underbelly to see all the flesh available. He knew of the app, had it downloaded on his phone, even. But still, whenever he thought about seeking out company of a sexual nature, he ended up doing so the old fashioned way. It wasn’t that he felt a certain kind of way about slavery. He had no true opinion on the polarizing subject. He’d never been in such close proximity to a slave castle before. It was just that Cassian was frugal and why should he pay for someone to have sex with when he’d had no trouble at all enticing somebody to him for free? Upon coming back to town though, Cassian had decided that it was finally time to see what the fuss was about. 

Rather than picking a face from the app, he decided to head down to see who he might have chemistry with. Cassian entered the Undercroft and pursed his lips at all the people available. It was much, much different than looking at pictures on his phone. It was evidence that these people were exactly that: people. They’d been sold out of normal lives, been stolen from their homes. There were some Cassian could see why. They were beautiful. But some, he did not quite understand. There were two slaves playing cards in the common area with eerily empty expressions and Cassian got a distinctly creepy vibe off of not just one, but both of them. He gave them a wide berth. 

The dragon did a full tour of the Undercroft but nobody had caught his eye enough to make him want to spend the money to rent them. He was certain everybody had their merits but none were sparking his interest. He was about to head back up the stairs and leave but a head of dark curls made him turn right back around. 

“Gwyn!” he said in surprise, a big hand reaching out to grab at a slim shoulder. “What are you doing down here– Oh my god, I am so sorry.” Cassian relinquished his grip and held both hands up as if to show he meant no harm. He began to blush up his neck in embarrassment, dark eyes wide. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said again to the curly haired slave, “I thought you were someone else.”

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When Cassian had first come to Russia, he’d always known it would be for the short term. He’d used it as an excuse to get away from LA and to take a little breather from his practice. He had not expected to come to enjoy the strange way of life that went hand in hand with living so close to a sex castle. He hadn’t expected to like the slower pace of the clinic, the odd little idiosyncrasies of the denizens of the town. He thought he’d grow bored at how quiet such a remote place could be but he’d learned that quiet did not mean boring. Most of all though, Cassian had not expected to meet someone.

Well, his friendship with that certain someone was confusing at best. Through their encounters, their texts and phonecalls, their little dates-that-weren’t, Cassian had only grown more confused when it came to the matters of one Gwyn Caolan. Were they just really good friends? Something else? Did Gwyn even feel the same about Cassian as Cassian did about him? Gwyn was the dragon’s wet dream because Gwyn was so unabashedly the opposite of what the dragon was himself. He was bubbly, outgoing, mischievous. But he also had moments of tender softness that had Cassian questioning their stance with one another. Every time Cassian thought he had the courage to bring it up and clarify, Gwyn seemed to misinterpret his meanings or otherwise answer in a way that left Cassian with more questions than before. It was as endearing as it was frustrating.

Despite his situationship with Gwyn, Cassian’s ‘vacation time’ had come to its end. He’d kicked his feet as he packed but he knew that he needed to return to his practice. He hadn’t set it up for it to run without him indefinitely and a lot of his client base specifically wanted him on the other end of the knife. He had appointments to keep, work to do. He couldn’t hide in Russia forever. He’d given his goodbyes and boarded the plane, heart heavy for a place he had learned to call home. The moment he touched down at LAX, he missed his office at the clinic. He missed going up to the castle to see Roland. He missed coming back to his rental house and being startled out of his skin by a sith wearing nothing but one of Cassian’s shirts. God, did he miss that. But work was work and Cassian was a slave to it.

In his months back in the US, Cassian ached. He missed the little community of Krovs Town. The scene back in LA was jarring in comparison. It was so loud and obnoxious. The people were not genuine. It was nice to have his creature comforts back like getting sushi at 2am, but did that beat going up to the castle to go see Roland? Or getting beers after work with Ravi? He was beginning to think not. Besides, every phone call or FaceTime with Gwyn made him mourn not being closer. 

He made the decision to go back. Cassian decided that if Oymyakon had made that big of an impression on him, that maybe he was meant to be there. He packed his bags, arranged for his practice to run without him, and got back on a plane to Russia. He did not stop moving until he found himself at the door to Gwyn’s suite flanked by his suitcases. It wasn’t until after he knocked that he realized that he probably should have told Gwyn his plans instead of just showing up unannounced. Cassian shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously, hoping he wasn’t catching the master at a bad time.

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"Good. I'm glad," Cassian said, a bit breathlessly. He gave a little grin, shy almost, as he leaned in to kiss Mason again. This time it was slower, sweeter, less urgent. When he was certain that Mason was finished, he pulled out carefully and began to do up his pants. They'd already agreed that this would stay between them but he couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit uneasy about the whole thing now the passion of the moment was gone. Even still, he was going to trust Mason to keep this to himself.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" He leaned down to pick up Mason's discarded bottoms, offering them to him meekly.

The feeling of Cassian fucking into him over and over and finally pressing in deep to fill him with his seed had Mason absolutely mindless with lust. It didn't take long for his own orgasm to crash over him, helped along by Cassian's hand and cock, his back arching and hips pressing up as he spilt hot and hard between them with a growl of pleasure. "Fuck.." Mason groaned, moving his hand up and down his sensitive length to work out every drop of cum he had. "That was.. incredible.." he murmured as he started coming down from his high, temporarily satisfied and full of the other's seed.

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"I love your laugh," Cassian blurted out, "It's always a pretty sound to me, clear as bells. Even if you're teasing me, I never mind because it makes you laugh and I always want to hear it. "

Gwyn's laugh and smile were big reasons why Cassian had fallen so hard and so fast for him. He felt like he was the center of the universe when that smile was directed right at him, his chest getting tight and his heart pounding. Gwyn had to know. He had to. He could hear and smell things just as acutely as Cassian and he had to have some sneaking suspicion or knowledge that Cassian felt a certain way when he was near. He had to, or why else would he ask those next questions? A big hand found the back of Gwyn's neck and he squeezed firmly. He tried to school his thoughts so he wouldn't blurt them out but the longer he held them in, the more pained he felt.

"It shouldn't bother me," he said tightly, gritting his teeth, "But it does. I don't have a claim on you in any way and I sleep with other people too, but that isn't what eats at me. I wonder if you tease them like you do with me. I wonder if you just tell me things because you like toying with me and if you say them to everybody else." It felt heavy to admit but they were the thoughts that constantly ran through his head when he saw Gwyn. Cassian's eyes went down and he let go of Gwyn to take a few steps away, towards the house.

"Now isn't a good time," he repeated. Cassian looked like he was in physical pain for what he just admitted, "Maybe we can have this conversation later? This spell is doing a number on me and I can't keep my thoughts in my head. I was trying to focus on reciting medications but I can't do that when I'm looking at you. I can only think about how much I want to kiss you."

It was surprising to see the look of horror on Cassian's face as Roland skipped over to him. Here he'd have though the dragon would be happy to see Gwyn but perhaps he'd misjudged or it was a spell or something. It didn't stop him from touching and talking, of course, and the truth was revealed a moment later. A truth spell, was it? Or perhaps one that made him speak his mind. That seemed lucky for Roland and while he'd already been planning on trying to suss out how Cassian felt about his fledgling this spell would just make it that much easier.

He laughed easily, not in the least offended by anything the dragon said and leaned against him affectionately. "What makes you think I've ever gotten my fill of you?" He smiled, truly showing there was no harm done. He doubted the real Gwyn would have been offended by any of it either. "Would it bother you if I was with other people?" He teased. "Even if none of them matter when I'm with you. They might as well not exist." Laying it on a little thick, maybe, but if the dragon was jealous that would certainly seem to indicate this was more serious than just some sort of casual fling.

"You really don't need to apologize, love. There's nothing to be sorry for! Of course I've come to see you. Self-protection?" He leaned back a little, mock wide-eyed and fluttered his lashes at the dragon. "Whyever would you need protection from me? I'm clearly harmless." The mischief in his eyes indicated he knew that was not entirely true but he was still just joking and teasing as he hoped Cassian realised. If it got him to spill more truth, though, Roland definitely wasn't going to complain.

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Cassian was eager to do as told, curling his fingers in Gwyn's hair and pulling hard to get some control. He watched as Gwyn lapped and mouthed at him through the lace of the panties, biting on his lower lip at the beautiful vision. He'd never forget this, truly. To see Gwyn so desperate for him pleased him endlessly, made him want more. He'd keep this up for as long as the sith needed him to, even if it hurt, because Cassian wanted all of Gwyn's attentions. That was a feeling he'd examine a little more closely later, however. He let out a hiss of relief when Gwyn freed his cock. He felt good not to be trapped behind the lace any longer. His dark gaze grew hungry at the suggestion.

"I'll fuck you any way you want me to," Cassian replied. He tensed at the beginning of his name, but relaxed quickly enough afterwards at the apology. Using his grip on Gwyn's hair, he tugged back slowly to make the sith look up at him more fully. His free hand cupped the side of his face, his thumb pressing at the corner of plush lips. He let go so he could take his cock in hand and tap the heavy tip twice against Gwyn's mouth to signal for him to open up and once he did, Cassian bullied himself inside roughly, pulling Gwyn's head down to meet him. He didn't wait before he started to roll his hips, fluid and steady, to fuck Gwyn's mouth in earnest and getting deeper and deeper with every thrust.

Gwyn moaned his encouragement at the feeling of Cassian's fingers sliding through his hair, arousal washing through him so powerfully he shuddered with it a moment. "You can pull," He gasped, taking his mouth off the dragon's hot flesh for the briefest moment, "Do it, darling, I want you to." He wanted even more than that. He licked and sucked at Cassian hungrily through the lace until it was soaked with saliva instead of seed, dropping a hand into his lap to squeeze himself through his clothes. It was nearly painful how hard he was, but there was more than one way to get his satisfaction.

Once content with the work he'd done to clean him, Gwyn tugged the panties down just far enough to free Cassian's length, letting the band snap back into place under his cock. His eyes were fixed there for a long, hungry moment, stroking his hands up the back of Cassian's thighs. "Wonder how fast you can come again if I don't use the spell," Gwyn mused, gaze flicking up to Cassian's face with a little grin, "What do you think, my dear?" He leaned in to nuzzle into the dragon's groin, murmuring between kisses against the base, "You want to fuck my mouth until I can get you off again?" He was fixated on the idea the moment it entered his mind: the bruising force Cassian could use on him, how far the other could push into his throat with a cock that size. He could feel himself throbbing faintly inside his trousers at the thought, so easily inflamed with this magic by the prospect of such crude handling. "Please, Cas-" He stuttered to stop the name with a flood of realization, hiccupping into laughter as he rubbed his cheek restlessly against Cassian's hip. "Please, darling, I'm sorry."

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The rough nature of the kiss was what Cassian needed. What the doctor ordered, as it were. He kissed Gwyn with abandon, trying to contain his electricity. Every little nip made him moan, made him whimper. It all left him starving for more. But he couldn't help but notice that Gwyn was being rougher than normal. He was usually teasing and sweet, liked to string Cassian along until he was at the end of his rope and begging. This was much more to the point, which didn't mean that the dragon was complaining at all. He just couldn't help but feel there was another factor at play, which might have been a spell. He didn't care. Being subject to it was not something he was going to stop.

"You don't need to apologize," he managed, taking a few panted breaths. As Gwyn slipped down between his legs, he parted them to give him a little more room. Dark eyes watched as that sneaky tongue lapped up his spend, his cock stirring with interest. He might have come already but he had the stamina to bounce back quickly which he was thankful for. He could see that Gwyn wasn't done with him yet and if he was being honest, he wasn't done either.

"Fuck," he groaned, Gwyn's tongue over the lace providing a new sensation for him. His hands reached for that pretty head of curls so he could bury his fingers into the locks, petting them back and even tugging slightly. "Not protesting at all."

Gwyn only realized his mistake as Cassian's fingers bit into his shoulders, but he was far too riveted by the sight of the spell taking effect to feel much guilt about it. He could see Cassian's cock twitching beneath his panties as the dragon was suddenly forced to spill, white dripping through red lace, and the sith's mouth was positively watering before Cassian was staggering away and dragging Gwyn along with him. Interrupt his teasing it might, but Gwyn had no capacity to resist such an energetic bout of kisses. He met Cassian's mouth just as eager and borderline messy, worrying lovingly at his lips until they were swollen from the sith's nipping. The spell made all of Gwyn's lust turn starving and rough and he knew Cass could take it, even if the master had come into the doctor's office with different plans. Surely there was room for both.

"I should apologize for the mess, darling," He gasped as soon as he could muster the self control to part from the dragon, "But I find myself not sorry at all. It wouldn't be honest." Gwyn mashed one more happy kiss to Cassian's cheek, "But I can apologize for my own lack of remorse, can't I? I daresay you won't protest." He slithered off of Cassian's lap and onto the floor in front of him, nestling between the other's legs to ruck up the skirt even further. Gwyn wasted no time pressing his mouth to the drips of come staining Cassian's thighs, licking over the fishnets unabashedly to cleanse his skin. The sith groaned aloud at primal taste of him, nuzzling up closer to the source until Gwyn could lave his tongue over the head of Cassian's cock through crimson lace.

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The dragon was only soothed the slightest bit by those honeyed words, soothed a bit more by that sweet little kiss. He was indeed at Gwyn's mercy and he was not relieved. Gwyn liked to play and ordinarily, Cassian was a yes man. If Gwyn wanted to try something, Cassian was a more than willing participant. Now? He had all the trepidation in the world. He had no control over the magic flooding through him which wasn't-- Actually, part of it was Gwyn's fault. He took a gentle breath in and let it out slowly, trying to enjoy the feeling of Gwyn's attentions and cast the spells out of his mind.

He gave a little smile at the look on Gwyn's face when the skirt lifted. Cross-dressing had never been on his list of things to try but if the sith liked it, well. Maybe they could go lingerie shopping together for both of them when this mess was all said and done.

All of Cassian's thoughts came to a screeching halt when he heard his name uttered from those plush lips. His hands clenched around Gwyn's shoulders as he orgasmed, a startled and pleasured sound escaping him. Come seeped through the red lace, trickling down his thighs as he huffed, another bolt of static lighting up the inside of his mouth. He cursed and wobbled back to perch against his desk, pulling Gwyn with him and smashing their mouths together in another kiss.

He'd always enjoyed Cassian's flushes and now was no exception, Gwyn dimpling at the sight of that pretty pink stealing into the other's cheeks. "I love how you look when you're nervous," He murmured, the thought slipping right off his tongue without a moment's hesitation, "So sweet. Such a big, strong man at my mercy." He pushed up onto his toes to reach him properly, sliding his fingers comfortingly through Cassian's hair, grasping the little hat in one hand and flicking it over his shoulder. He leaned in just enough to give the other a sweet kiss, as soft as the sith could manage it with the hunger in his system. "Of course I want to. I want to know everything that has to do with you." A much stronger sentiment than he'd intended to voice, but the secondary of the spells, the one Gwyn hadn't worried so much about, was proving to be just as strong as the first.

"I won't laugh," He promised, eyes sparkling as he returned to Cassian's fishnet-covered thighs, enjoying the texture against his palms and the warmth of the other's skin as he slid his hands beneath, rucking up the skirt as he pressed upwards. Gwyn nearly wavered for the intensity of the lust that struck him seeing what was underneath, that barely-there scrap of red lace that was all that preserved poor Cassian's modesty, curving beautifully over the shape of the other's cock. "Oh, Cassian..." Gwyn murmured appreciatively, his carefully laid plans and indeed the spell itself completely forgotten.

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Cassian was not having a fun time today. He'd been hit with a magic wand and as a result was speaking everything that came to mind. The more he tried to keep it in, the more built up that he needed to say. It almost hurt to clench his mouth shut and he'd learned it was just better to let the words flow. The issue, he was finding, was that he was a bad candidate for this. He constantly had running thoughts and couldn't keep his mind blank to save his life.

He'd left work. He couldn't bear to think of spewing out his unfiltered thoughts to a potential patient. The clinic was usually very slow but it would be just his luck for someone to come in that needed a gentler hand. No, he was going to lock himself in his house until he could keep his thoughts on the inside, thank you.

The dragon was coming up on his rental when he saw Gwyn. Oh, Gwyn. Cassian stilled in his driveway, watching in abject horror as the sith skipped to him. He was frozen as that slim hand caressed his side, mind blissfully blank for all of five seconds until those questions were asked.

"I would have thought you'd gotten your fill of me from the other day," Cassian said. He winced. "Sorry, I can't control my mouth. It's a spell. I didn't mean it as if you might be done with me, I just thought you'd be with other people." He winced again. He knew both of them were seeing others but it didn't ever stop him from being slightly jealous.

"Sorry. You've come to see me, I should be more accommodating. Wait, you have come to see me, right? Of course you have. I can't help but be-- Skeptical. I don't mean it in a bad way, more of a self-protection kind of way. Ah, sorry. Maybe now isn't a good time."

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If Roland had to change bodies with anyone, he certainly didn't mind being in his youngest fledgling's. He knew this body intimately well, after all, and was not overly bothered by the idea of Gwyn in his where he must be. They would have to run into each other like this, of course, but Roland was aware that Gwyn had been spending quite a lot of time with a certain dragon they were both fond of. It would be both a test to see how well he could pretend to be Gwyn and an interesting experiment to see how Cassian responded to him like this. Roland was also curious about what Cassie might have been hit with during this chaotic event.

Rather than walk or glide in his usual poised manner, Roland skipped in Gwyn's body, figuring it would be rather more in character for his fledgling. He threw in an occasional twirl just for fun. Roland had a slightly higher perspective on everything, given the few inches Gwyn had on him, but was overall slighter. He still felt powerful, of course, just in a slightly different way. He had a feeling he would miss his fangs though he'd already drawn out the claws a few times just to see how it felt.

It didn't take long to skip his way to Cassian, grinning broadly as he did and came to a graceful halt in front of him. "There you are, darling! How've you done with all this chaos? Hit with anything interesting? Or something fun you want to try out?" He leaned close, slipping a hand along the dragon's side. Roland and Gwyn were both tactile and both liked to talk so it wasn't too hard to act like him, though he had to consciously try and change up his speech a little. Gwyn's eyes glittered with delight and mischief but that was also very much in character.

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He shouldn't have felt so vulnerable. Gwyn had seen him in far less on more than one occasion but this, somehow, felt worse than being completely naked in front of him. Everything from the fishnets to the silly little hat were just so not Cassian, it felt humiliating. His grip tightened on the skirt as Gwyn stepped up to him and held his hips. He flushed more at the compliments, his method to play for mercy backfired.

"You truly want to?" he stammered, flushing brighter. He hadn't known that this might have been a kink of Gwyn's but after getting to know him, he shouldn't have been surprised. The doctor gave a small and nervous breath, a zip of static crawling over his teeth. He soothed the sensation with his tongue and very slowly began to unfurl his fingers from around the hem of the skirt. He grabbed at Gwyn's shoulders as if to steady himself wobbling precariously in his heels.

"I'm trusting you," Cassian warned feebly, "Not to laugh or anything like that. I don't think you would. But even still. This is not-- Everything came with the spell that got me." He didn't make a habit out of wearing skimpy, lacy red panties.

The costume absolutely did not fit the dragon at all, but Gwyn thought that was one reason he liked it so much. Or maybe it was just the extra arousal that had gotten him half hard just from sidling into the office before Cassian and catching his doctor's lovely scent on his coat hanging off the hook on the door. Gwyn couldn't keep the smile off his face watching Cassian hunch in on himself, desperately endeared and so curious to see what the other was trying to hide under that skirt. He knew the power he held over him, it was just a matter of picking the right time to deploy it.

"Very nice," He chirped, stepping into Cassian's space and settling his hands on the dragon's hips, tipping his chin up high to meet the other's eyes in those remarkable shoes, "You're so sweet to me, lovely. So pretty." Gwyn bit his lip against his grin, stroking down the outside of Cassian's thighs until he reached the bottom of his tiny skirt. It didn't take long at all and the sith was all but burning with excitement at the thought of creeping his hands underneath. "What do you have on under here, precious? Will you let me see?"

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Cassian had been trying to hide in his office. He'd been hit by magic coming back to the clinic from his lunch break and now he was stuck in a sexy doctor costume meant for ladies. It was too tight, too skimpy for his liking on his own body, and the undergarments were not exactly his style. He had nearly collided into Ravi rushing into their respective safe spaces and had been too preoccupied with his own predicament to appreciate the humor in the fact that they were both wearing sexy outfits. The only thought he managed about the situation was that it was a little odd that Ravi had been covering his groin like that with his lab coat. Cassian let the thought dissipate and shut himself into his office only to turn and find Gwyn waiting for him.

He stood in place, swallowing hard, as Gwyn moved around him like a circling shark. The heels he was in made him even taller but it was hard to be confident in that when his miniskirt was riding so high. His hands went to the hem to try and tug it down and hold it there, his shoulders slouched inwards. He winced and braced for the magic to hit him but Gwyn didn't say his full name. He let out the smallest sigh.

"Right. Because you're incredibly responsible," Cassian agreed, "You're the most kind and gentle man I've ever met and you are so, so nice to me." He tried.

Gwyn's eyes roamed greedily over the dragon, taking in the sight of the incredibly skimpy outfit he'd already been dress in. "Irresponsible? Me?" He asked innocently, circling around Cassian as he batted his eyes, running a finger over the red fishnets. "When have you ever known me to be like that, Ca -- my darling?"

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Roleplay: Sexy Doctor

"How are patients supposed to take me seriously in this?"

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Say My Name (from Gwyn 🥰 🥰 🥰)

"Wh-- Oh no," Cassian immediately started to blush up his neck. He wiped a big hand over his mouth, nervous. "You aren't going to be irresponsible with this... Are you?"

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Inside Out

Cassian tried to keep his jaw clenched tightly shut. He managed it for all of five seconds before words came spewing out.

"I'm really terrified of these magic wands. I'm usually intrigued and a little jealous of magic but not like this. This just seems irresponsible? I can't believe the council would allow it. What if a councilman got hit with a spell to make them give secrets of state or something like that? And what if I see someone who I might not have a favorable opinion of? Not that I dislike anybody. I actually quite like this town and the little place I've managed to fit into. Oh look, a cat."

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He finally let go of Gwyn's necklace as if he were reassured that the sith wouldn't disappear on him again. He rearranged it on his neck to let it lay flat as that giggle made him smile out of reflex. "Only briefly but it was enough to let me know that I don't want to meet him ever again. He was very interested in the length of my bones and my teeth?" But the most disconcerting thing had been how empty his eyes had been. The very thought made Cassian shudder. Yeah, no. He'll pass on making friendly with the ghost.

"You might have to handle him, yes," Cassian joked. He slipped a hand down the length of Gwyn's back, caressing with a gentle up and down motion. He rested his hand at the small of his back when he was done, just to hold him closer. "I'm a lover, not a fighter." He tilted his head at the questions and laughed, his head tipping back slightly. He ended up shaking it, mirth still in his eyes behind his own mask.

"Gwyn," he said, "You know me. I don't think I could make an enemy if I tried. I'm too much of a pushover."

Gwyn hadn't expected that move, lips parting in surprise as Cassian's fingers twisted and the chain of his necklace drew snug against his throat. The sith's head tipped back without a whisper of complaint, his eyes shining as Cassian bent to kiss him properly. He was grinning like a fool by the time the dragon relinquished his lips, warmed from toe to tip by the daring of that little maneuver, Gwyn's gaze lingering adoringly on Cassian's face.

"Oh, you've meet him?" Gwyn couldn't help a soft giggle, not having gotten too acquainted with Krovs' newest spirit yet but knowing the gossip that had already started to spread about the strange slave. "Did he frighten you, my darling?" He tucked his chin down, flashing a teasing look at Cassian up through his lashes. "Do you need me to handle it for you?"

Havoc was a strong word for what Gwyn had been doing, but petty mischief didn't roll off the tongue quite so pleasingly. "Oh, plenty. All the better now that you're here." He tugged his mask up to sit on his forehead, careful not to smear the red makeup around his eyes. "This has been all-together far too civil of an occasion for a masked ball. What have you made of it? Any scandalous encounters with sworn enemies yet?"