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THE  FRIGID  DECEMBER  AIR  leaves  pale  cheeks  angry  &  red  as  it  batters  his  face  with  each  step  ---  and  though  the  crammed  sidewalks  of  manhattan  are  ringing  with  infectious  laughter  and  pitched  excitement  for  the  holiday  season  ,  zaiden  cannot  help  the  brewing  annoyance  twisting  within  his  insides.  while  new  york  city  had  a  glittering  splendor  to  it  from  the  moment  december’s  first  breath  stirred  to  life  ,  the  dark  haired  young  man  had  yet  to  find  any  real  joy  out  of  it.  the  glimmering  snowflake  lights  ,  the  large  and  costly  winter  displays  dotting  the  storefronts  ,  the  towering  tree  at  rockefeller  center  &  more  ---  it  was  all  nothing  more  than  a  horrifying  tourist  trap  to  draw  the  slack-jawed  &  meandering  outsiders  to  HIS  city  ,  to  crowd  HIS  pavement  ,  &  make  HIS  traffic  that  much  worse  …  and  though  zaiden  nursed  an  aching  void  in  his  chest  the  size  of  the  manhattan  island  after  his  relocation  to  the  west  coast  ,  he  can’t  help  but  feel  as  if  coming  back  home  for  the  holidays  had  been  a  grave  error.

he  trudges  through  the  crowds  ,  easily  maneuvering  his  way  through  the  throng  of  onlookers  cooing  uselessly  at  a  subtle  christmas  display  instilled  at  the  street  corner  (  christ  ,  it’s  like  they’ve  never  seen  a  fucking  streetlamp  with  some  tinsel  wrapped  around  it  ;  zaiden  wonders  if  christmas  even  exists  outside  of  manhattan  with  the  way  the  tourists  look  misty-eyed  with  emotion  at  the  bare-minimum  decor  )  &  as  yet  another  tourist  nearly  marks  a  head-on  collision  with  him  ,  an  irritable  grunt  is  all  he  can  puff  past  his  lips.  finely  done  brows  furrow  together  in  frustration  and  he  lifts  a  gloved  hand  to  adjust  his  scarf  properly  around  his  neck.  the  sea  of  pedestrians  seems  to  stretch  on  for  as  far  as  the  eye  can  see  ---  and  with  the  asphalt  crammed  with  honking  taxis  &  trapped  private  cars  held  back  by  the  bottleneck  congestion  characteristic  of  the  city’s  holiday  nightmare  ,  zaiden  groans  to  himself.  even  calling  himself  an  uber  to  make  his  way  home  would  be  far  too  long  of  a  wait.

❛  fucking  hell  ,  ❜  zaiden  hisses  under  his  breath  ,  eyeing  his  watch  suspiciously  ;  he  hesitates  for  a  moment  longer  before  finally  ,  he  relents  ;  the  young  man  sidesteps  the  crowd  before  turning  pointedly  on  his  heel  ,  deciding  that  if  he  is  to  be  trapped  in  the  neverending  cesspool  of  tourist  babbling  ,  he  may  as  well  treat  himself  to  some  fucking  booze  in  the  meantime.  he  remembers  spotting  a  small  ,  hole  in  the  wall  pub  a  few  blocks  prior  and  after  backtracking  far  enough  ,  the  ceo  finds  himself  at  its  nondescript  door  once  more.  without  preamble  ,  he  pushes  it  open  and  the  wave  of  warm  air  from  the  interior  is  enough  to  bring  him  the  quietest  sigh  of  relief.  it’s  a  small  ,  ambient  bar  with  dark  wood  and  few  patrons  (  thank  god  ,  zaiden  notes  )  and  though  his  expression  remains  contorted  with  mild  annoyance  ,  the  square  set  of  his  shoulder  melts  to  cause  them  to  sag  nonetheless.

  he  wastes  no  time  in  settling  himself  at  a  seat  by  the  counter  ,  groaning  audibly  as  he  pulls  his  gloves  off  finger  by  finger.  ❛  gin  &  tonic.  ❜  he  barks  out  somewhat  rudely  ,  uncaring  that  his  demand  may  be  considered  boorish  and  in  poor  taste.  gloves  are  placed  neatly  on  the  surface  only  for  tattooed  hands  to  move  and  unwrap  his  scarf  next  ---  and  as  it  joins  the  leather  accessories  ,  he  rolls  his  shoulders.  ❛  and  can  i  get  that  quick  ?  god  knows  i  don’t  have  all  fucking  day.  ❜

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sinclair.

gaze traced the marble splattering across the counter top below his mug , he eyed fruit that was out on the island before deciding against it , chewed on the insides of his cheek until he tasted copper — anything to not be so obvious with the way he couldn’t help but trace the lines of the pup’s tall & thin frame. wide shoulders , narrow hips , head hung in his frustration… clair knew he was probably the reason for his annoyed posture , but they needed to get comfortable with one another somehow.

at the given ‘whatever’ , clair had to fight they urge to cross their arms over their chest. he was confident enough in himself , but he didn’t want to come across as pushy , & when zade reached across the island to half fill his , the urge finally left him completely, shoulders dropping & relaxing once more. zaiden talked about coffee the way people talked about wine , & fuck him if it wasn’t the cutest things ever. there was a small grin on clair’s lips when the pup continued , this time his tone a little lighter & a little less tight.

clair made a show of not stirring his sugar , lifting the mug carefully to his lips to sip at the scalding , bitter liquid. eyebrows raised slightly — “ that is good. i don’t like black coffee , but this is way better than typical black coffee… though , ” clair paused , swirling the coffee around to finally mix up the sugar in his mug until his coffee was a shade lighter with it , before he downed the rest of his mug in one swallow , licking his lips , grin fixed fully in place — “ still not sweet enough. forgive me , my liege , i’m but a peasant with a simple pallet , douse it in sugar & i’m happy. ” his tone was light , & he hoped his joke would be well received…

he turned just to place his mug in the sink , thinking he’d wash it later , before turning back to zaiden , oddly still standing there , mug in one hand , mason jar in the other. large hands found their way into the pockets of his gray sweats as he took a few steps closer , still a solid yard away. he did make the pup suffer a moment of his whole gaze & full attention , grin growing slightly as the younger glared at him — “ thanks for sharing your private blend with a barbarian. you didn’t have to , & i appreciate it. ”

HE  WATCHES  THE  OTHER  WITH  A  sharp  gaze  ,  blue  hues  glittering  in  the  dim  lights  with  his  critical  observation  ---  and  as  sinclair  takes  a  slow  sip  of  his  untouched  coffee  ,  a  low  hum  of  approval  nestles  within  the  pup’s  chest.  tattooed  hands  carefully  cradle  his  own  mug  with  the  utmost  attention  ,  keeping  it  close  as  he  raises  the  rim  to  pierced  lips  to  take  delicate  sips.  he  allows  the  scalding  liquid  to  settle  over  his  tongue  ,  savoring  the  rich  flavor  &  the  deep  body  that  always  accompanied  a  perfectly-brewed  batch  of  his  personal  blend.  zaiden  cannot  help  but  feel  slightly  smug  in  his  conquest  ,  proud  to  an  almost  arrogant  degree  with  how  he  had  managed  to  showcase  his  subtle  talent  to  the  elder  werewolf  with  the  apathetic  ease  of  an  expert.  he  allows  the  little  victory  to  fill  him  with  a  spark  of  warmth  as  he  nurses  the  brew  ,  brows  lifting  only  when  sinclair  reaches  to  stir  the  sugar  surely  still  settled  at  the  bottom  of  his  ceramic  mug.

another  scoff  follows  suit  &  the  look  of  mild  smugness  melts  into  one  of  minute  annoyance  ---  though  the  downturn  quirk  of  his  lips  quickly  relaxes  as  sinclair  admits  to  being  one  of  peasant-like  taste.  ❛  i  can  see  that  ,  ❜  zaiden  comments  with  bone-dry  apathy  ,  focusing  his  attention  on  his  own  mug  once  more.  he  half-turns  himself  away  so  that  his  slim  frame  is  only  somewhat  angled  towards  the  other  (  no  need  to  stroke  sinclair’s  ego  into  thinking  that  he  would  be  providing  his  full  ,  undivided  attention  to  them  ;  no  ,  that  simply  wouldn’t  do  for  zaiden  had  a  level  of  mystery  &  elusiveness  to  add  to  his  charm  )  before  he  hums  plainly  in  response.  he  peers  into  his  mug  idly  ,  studying  what  little  remains  before  his  shoulders  lift  into  a  shrug  ;  the  gesture  holds  a  level  of  practiced  &  perfected  disinterest  ,  as  if  to  show  he  couldn’t  be  any  more  bored  of  their  interaction.

❛  like  i  said  ,  ❜  zaiden  begins  again  ,  ❛  consider  it  an  act  of  enlightenment.  ❜  head  tilts  back  to  cast  a  casual  sideways  glance  at  the  other  ;  he’s  careful  to  keep  his  gaze  apathetic  now  as  he  studies  him  ,  lasting  only  a  few  spare  seconds  before  he  pulls  away  again  to  instead  stare  up  at  the  ceiling.  ❛  sitting  in  this  fucking  house  and  chugging  folger’s  is  ,  like  ,  nothing  short  of  torture.  ❜  his  deadpan  tone  ,  while  flat  in  its  inflection  ,  holds  an  air  of  drama  &  exaggeration  to  it  ,  evident  in  the  low  sigh  that  follows  suit.  free  hand  lifts  to  card  his  fingers  through  raven-black  locks  ,  pushing  them  out  of  his  face  before  another  sip  follows.  a  pause  as  he  savors  its  taste  ---  and  when  he  swallows  ,  he  manages  another  unimpressed  eyeroll.  

❛  i  think  at  some  point  i’m  just  going  to  throw  that  garbage  out  and  replace  it  with  my  own  coffee  beans  sooner  rather  than  later  ;  i  hate  it  here  ,  the  least  they  can  do  for  me  is  give  me  something  bearable  to  drink  with  my  breakfast.  ❜  now  ,  an  air  of  haughtiness  creeps  into  his  indignant  words  &  as  he  gives  a  sniff  of  annoyance  ,  his  jaw  sets  into  a  petulant  scowl.  ❛  i  didn’t  ask  to  be  here.  so  i  might  as  well  share  the  one  thing  i  do  have  ,  right  ?  ❜  it’s  posed  rhetorically  ---  and  at  this  point  ,  zaiden  doesn’t  expect  the  other  to  answer  at  all  …  assuming  sinclair  had  bothered  to  listen  to  his  gripes  altogether. 

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blaise.

                    Despite running very hot, there wasn’t anything Blaise loved more than curling up within the blankets and duvet on the bed that he and Gianni shared– except perhaps curling up with Gianni beside him. Tonight he was too tired to wait for his husband to come to bed before burrowing down. They’d finally gotten Zade and Zac settled in, bedrooms sorted and as many questions as they could answer were answered. He was proud that he and Gianni were able to open their home like they were. He loved the opportunity to help out pups who needed a place to stay, or just some help with everything that came with their new reality.

                   He couldn’t help but worry a little though, the older of the two brothers, Zade, had already made it clear that he wasn’t happy with things the way that they were at the moment. The very picture of a scared puppy Blaise had made a point to keep his eye on Zade while still giving him the distance he obviously craved. The younger brother, Zac, was much more content though it was obvious he was more or less following his brother’s lead. Still Blaise was glad they were here and that they were safe.

                   “We did a great job today,” Blaise agrees softly, his body melting against Gianni’s as the other man pulls him close. His head tilted to press a few scruffy kisses against Gianni’s jaw in return. “It’s always you, me, and a few grumpy pups. Which is exactly the way it should be. Do you think they’ll be okay? I know they’re not kids but I’m just concerned…the moon isn’t too far off now.”

A  LOW  CHUCKLE  OF  AFFECTION  rumbles  deep  within  gianni’s  chest  as  he  leans  close  to  smudge  lazy  kisses  along  a  scruff-lined  jaw  with  reverent  affection.  there  is  a  comfort  the  brunette  finds  in  their  shared  moments  together  with  nothing  but  the  comfort  of  their  warm  blankets  &  the  moon’s  steady  glow  behind  the  window  panes  to  keep  them  company.  their  relationship  had  spanned  the  better  part  of  decades  ,  tying  their  intertwined  souls  with  a  single  red  thread  until  nothing  short  of  eternity  sprawls  out  before  them  ----  and  while  many  refused  to  believe  in  the  concept  of  soulmates  ,  gianni  is  certain  that  the  universe  had  carefully  placed  blaise  into  his  life  with  the  very  intent  of  keeping  them  bound  on  a  level  beyond  simply  physical  or  even  emotional.

together  ,  he  and  blaise  had  made  a  home  full  of  warmth  ,  kindness  ,  and  joy  ----  and  what  better  way  to  take  advantage  of  such  an  inviting  space  than  to  share  it  with  those  in  need  ?  he  considers  blaise’s  concerns  with  a  low  hum  ,  burying  his  face  into  the  crook  of  his  husband’s  neck  before  falling  silent.  he  stays  still  ,  merely  breathing  in  blaise’s  woodsy  scent  for  a  moment  longer  before  finally  peering  up  from  where  he  had  found  solace.  chin  nestles  against  the  other’s  shoulder  as  dark  hues  focus  on  the  other.  ❛  i  think  they’re  both  in  a  tough  transition  period  ,  ❜  gianni  observes  gently.  

❛  becoming  one  of  us  ,  getting  kicked  out  …  they  lost  a  really  particular  lifestyle  ,  so  i’m  certain  it’s  a  bit  much  for  them  right  now  ,  but  …  i  think  we  can  work  with  that.  ❜  a  lazy  grin  tugs  at  his  lips.  ❛  we’ve  never  met  a  case  we  couldn’t  crack  ,  figuratively  ,  huh  ?  ❜  he  chuckles  again  ,  nosing  lightly  against  blaise’s  cheek  before  pressing  another  kiss  to  it.  ❛  we’re  gonna  take  ‘em  upstate  &  it’ll  be  great.  they’ll  learn  to  love  what  we  can  do  ...  ❜  there’s  another  soft  pause  as  he  peers  down  at  blaise.  ❛  plus  ,  clair  called  me  up  earlier  ;  he  said  he’ll  be  back  in  the  city  in  a  few  weeks.  it’ll  be  nice  to  have  the  extra  company.  ❜

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sir sinclair.

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HE  SHUDDERS  AS  A  PATHETIC  WHINE  of  pure  need  spills  past  his  lips  ,  swallowed  into  the  knight’s  mouth  as  they  devour  him  ,  piece  by  piece  ,  until  there  is  nothing  left  of  him  but  his  petulant  whimpers.  back  arches  sinfully  as  the  prince  lets  himself  chase  the  intoxicating  sensation  of  a  muscular  frame  applying  pressure  against  his  own  smaller  own  ,  holding  him  down  ,  caged  &  helpless  ,  beneath  sinclair  ---  and  as  their  mouths  disconnect  with  a  wet  smack  ,  another  sharp  keen  of  desperation  follows  suit.  blue  hues  are  glassy  ,  clouded  with  lust-addled  desire  as  his  half-lidded  gaze  remains  all  but  unfocused  ,  barely  able  to  make  out  the  knight’s  feral  expression  in  the  dim  light  as  his  body  instinctively  slips  into  absolute  overdrive.  his  nerves  are  on  fire  ,  burning  white-hot  with  pricks  of  ecstasy  and  pure  bliss  as  a  wandering  mouth  wanders  along  the  column  of  his  throat  ,  his  chest  ---  and  as  his  tongue  passes  to  clean  the  mess  of  cum  &  the  need  leaking  from  his  swollen  cock  off  of  his  flat  stomach  ,  he  cries  out  with  sudden  sharpness.

❛  ahh  ---  ❜  the  prince’s  pitched  keen  catches  in  his  throat  as  the  hand  tangled  in  sinclair’s  hair  twists  ,  slender  digits  trembling  as  they  pull  almost  impatiently  ----  and  though  his  grip  is  firm  ,  the  force  behind  the  sudden  jerk  is  hardly  enough  to  pull  the  knight  up  to  his  whims  ;  the  calloused  fingers  applying  pressure  against  his  own  jaw  is  enough  to  force  his  mouth  to  hang  open  ,  spit-slicked  lips  glistening  &  pink  tongue  peeking  out  as  needy  sobs  &  cries  taper  off  into  pitiful  whimpers.  

❛  sinclair  !  ❜  he  weeps  suddenly  as  the  wet  heat  of  the  knight’s  tongue  draws  a  hot  stripe  along  the  underside  of  his  sensitive  member  ,  causing  small  hips  to  jolt  &  squirm  with  a  pitiful  whimper.  he  sees  white  ,  stars  dancing  across  his  vision  at  the  sudden  stimulation  ---  but  as  suddenly  as  it  had  appeared  ,  the  knight’s  mouth  draws  back  to  sink  lower  still.  liu  is  only  afforded  a  spare  moment  to  catch  his  breath  &  steady  the  race  of  his  heart  within  his  ribcage  before  his  long  legs  are  hoisted  apart  ,  splaying  him  out  impossibly  further  until  his  hips  lift  up  off  the  mattress.  the  moment  he  is  properly  exposed,  liu  cries  out  sharply  before  exhaling  a  shaking  whimper.

knees  shift  ,  as  if  he  wishes  to  press  them  together  to  hide  the  twitching  pink  ring  of  his  hole  ---  but  he’s  hardly  given  the  chance  to  hide  before  sinclair’s  tongue  easily  slides  inside  of  his  tight  head.  the  prince  gasps  ,  slender  frame  going  rigid  before  a  loud  MOAN  spills  past  spit-slicked  lips.  the  grip  in  the  knight’s  hair  tightens  ,  nails  digging  into  their  scalp  as  he  cries  &  whines  &  whimpers  at  the  sensation  ,  head  thrown  back  against  the  pillow  as  blonde  tresses  stick  to  his  forehead  from  the  thin  sheen  of  sweat  clinging  to  his  skin.  ❛  ahh  ---  fuck  ----  ❜  the  curse  feels  foreign  on  his  tongue  ,  what  little  remained  of  his  inhibitions  melting  like  wax  above  a  flame  as  slender  thighs  spasm  around  sinclair’s  broad  shoulders.  teeth  clamp  down  on  a  lower  lip  to  quell  the  trembling  whimpers  ----  and  though  his  hips  squirm  ,  he  doesn’t  dare  pull  away.  the  sensation  is  foreign  but  the  bliss  &  pleasure  that  sends  sparks  through  his  body  are  undeniable.  one  hand  moves  to  cover  over  his  mouth  to  quiet  the  sob  of  want  that  threatens  to  spill  free.  cock  twitches  &  throbs  with  renewed  need  as  he  arches  up  ,  back  curved  almost  sinfully  as  he  shivers  with  growing  want.  ❛  oh  ,  please  ,  more  --  need  more  !  ❜

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♰♰♰  he’s  close  enough  that  he  can  taste  the  reason  for�� the  GUILT  he  was  pushing  zaiden  into  ,  thick  enough  it  rolled  off  him  in  waves  to  be  tangible  —  astor  fucking  mayfair.  truly  ,  for  anyone  to  have  reintroduced  themselves  into  zaiden’s  life  at  clair’s  leaving  ,  it  had  to  be  him.  the  rumble  that  builds  in  his  chest  is  nothing short  of  possessive  ,  but  he  knows  that  he  hasn’t  earned  the  right  to  put  the  sentiment  to  words  yet.  he’d  relinquished  any  ownership  or  say  so  over  the  other  nearly  eight  months  ago…

&  yet  ,  sinclair  cannot  make  himself  stop.  not  to  spare  zaiden  the  ill  feelings  ,  not  even  to  keep  himself  safe  from  any  possible  rejection.  though  ,  the  possibility  of  such  seems  farther  &  FARTHER  away  with  every  breath  the  other  takes.  he  can’t  pull  back  any  farther  ,  &  clair  takes  that  half  step  forward  at  the  light  caress  of  leather  against  his  cheek  before  it’s  pulled  away.  long  digits  catch  around  zade’s  wrist  ,  trapping  the  appendage  between  them  with  his  closeness  ,  nostrils  flaring  with  a  contended  sigh  at  the  sensation  of  sharp  hips  digging  into  his  own.

carefully  ,  like  he’s  afraid  the  other  will  remember  himself  if  he  moves  too  suddenly  ,  clair’s  free  hand  rises  to  gingerly  work  zaiden’s  trusty  glove  from  the  hand  he  holds  ,  only  to  curl  his  fingers  around  his  own  &  bring  them  to  his  lips  —  softer  &  sweeter  than  he  had  previously  thought  he’d  been  capable  of  being.  he  has  to  fight  the  urge  to  drop  his  gaze  in  his  SHAME  at  zade’s  words  ,  &  somehow  he  manages  to  hold  those  wide  &  sad  blues  through  the  ache  wracking  through  him —

‘  i  know.  i  didn’t  know  what  i  was  leaving  when  i  left.  i  thought  i’d  find  something  that  i  needed  there…  ’  he  pauses  ,  only  to  press  hips  lips  against  zaiden’s  knuckles  once  more  ,  ‘  i’m  sorry  i  wasn’t  smart  enough  to  see  that  i  was  only  walking  away  from  everything  i  NEED.  lass  mich  dir  zeigen  ,  wie  sehr  ich  dich  liebe  liu…  please.  ’

OH  ,  HOW  HE  FREEZES  THE  MOMENT  sinclair’s  fingers  wrap  around  a  slender  wrist  before  moving  to  strip  himself  of  the  leather  he  wears  like  a  second  skin  ;  the  accessory  is  tenderly  removed  piece  by  piece  until  it  is  discarded  altogether  ---  and  as  the  younger  vampire  pulls  his  hand  closer  to  ghost  full  lips  against  calloused  &  inked  knuckles  with  sudden  delicacy  ,  zaiden  can  feel  what  little  resolve  he  managed  to  hold  on  to  quickly  unraveling.  the  tenderness  with  which  sinclair  touches  him  causes  something  within  his  chest  to  flicker  ,  a  white-hot  pull  of  pure  need  ,  pure  WANT  ,  tearing  through  his  insides  until  zaiden  is  certain  that  it  will  suffocate  him  altogether.  he  chokes  on  the  sensation  ,  biting  his  tongue  &  the  inside  of  his  cheek  until  the  taste  of  bitter  iron  fills  his  maw.  

beasts  like  him  do  not  deserve  it  ,  do  not  deserve  the  kindness  or  attention  that  sinclair  so  carefully  bestows  upon  him  ---  and  as  the  other  draws  impossibly  closer  ,  the  elder  feels  his  chest  tightening  until  it  burns  him  ,  like  a  match  to  kerosene.  muscular  frame  presses  close  and  he  is  certain  that  he  is  all  but  drunk  off  of  his  scent  ,  his  breath  ,  the  sensation  of  his  lips  brushing  against  bruised  knuckles  ---  and  when  they  speak  ,  zaiden  can  feel  his  knees  grow  weak  from  the  sudden  rush  of  unadulterated  need  that  threatens  to  pull  him  beneath  the  undertow.

❛  clair  ---  ❜  one  broken  syllable  is  all  that  he  can  manage  before  he  swallows  the  tight  lump  clinging  to  the  inside  of  his  throat  ----  &  though  the  elder  vampire’s  senses  screamed  to  step  back  ,  to  pull  away  ,  to  turn  tail  and  run  far  ,  far  away  from  the  illusion  of  whatever  promise  lurked  behind  sinclair’s  words  ,  he  can’t  help  but  ache  for  him.  without  thinking  ,  a  hand  reaches  for  him  ,  clutching  at  the  front  of  sinclair’s  shirt  before  hoisting  him  closer  still.  a  frantic  sound  catches  at  the  back  of  his  throat  before  he  leans  close  and  ,  without  thinking  ,  zaiden’s  mouth  catches  sinclair’s  in  a  desperate  kiss.  it  burns  him  ,  like  a  fire  threatening  to  consume  him  whole  ,  and  as  he  allows  himself  to  get  lost  in  the  way  it  feels  ,  arms  wrap  tightly  around  sinclair’s  muscular  form  to  pull  him  ever  closer  ---  until  their  chests  are  flush  together  and  their  hips  meet.

there’s  a  quiet  sound  of  desperation  muffled  within  the  contact  ,  but  zaiden  doesn’t  dare  pull  back  ,  going  boneless  in  the  other’s  grasp  as  the  first  wave  of  fresh  tears  prick  at  the  corners  of  his  eyes  ...

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astor.

life had been turned by spirals of hazy , satiated but never-ending lust , whims , & zero impulse control. astor wasn’t quite sure how the three of them had become , & he was just as unsure how he had come to deserve such a thing ; but he found himself in awe of it every time the musing came to the forefront of his thoughts.

he sat on the edge of their bed , hands had fallen to his lap & folded around the forgotten about poetry book between his fingers as his mind wandered , like it often did. long legs were out straight & crossed before him as he half - lounged on their bed , perched up on one elbow , the picture of victorian elegance. he gave up focusing on william blake’s biblical allegories to focus on his ladies — he wasn’t quite sure where aless was , just that she was out on the town. he had offered to join her , only for her to laugh & say aera had done the same. he’d put his hands up in defeat & offered her a kiss before she made her way out.

it wasn’t often him & aera had time alone… fangs dug into his tongue to keep the grin that threatened to spill onto his face in check , forever reverent & always excited to be able to bask in her presence , & come apart under her attention. speak of the devil , & all — grin creeping up onto his lips in spite of himself as aera came into his view , sheer & sexy as she sauntered his way. her greeting had his blue’s lighting up as he put his book down , before sitting up to meet her as she perched herself in his lap.

hands came to rest at her hips automatically , pulling her closer as he pushed his hips forward. fangs peeked out from his lips as he chuckled & leaned forward to press a kiss onto her cherry red lips. aera came closer still , & his cock was already stirring at her light little puff of breath against the skin peeking out from his tunic. “ oh no , we can’t have that ! i am so terribly sorry for leaving you so unoccupied… ” one hand lifted from a hip just to run his fingers through her soft , midnight locks. it was soft for a beat , before fingers curled into the strands , pulling her head back slightly with his grip. astor traced along the hollow at her throat , fangs scraping across the skin , tongue & lips leaving colorful little spots behind as he trailed up to her ear , “ what should i do to make it up to you , hmm ? ”

OH   ,   HOW   TENDER   HER   TALONED   grasp   is   as   the   points   of   her   tapered   claws   graze   along   the   curve   of   his   jaw   ;   her   touch   is   nothing   short   of   reverent   as   she   admires   him   with   a   smile   upon   her   cherry   lips.   obsidian   eyes   glimmer   with   affection   ,   a   strange   expression   to   light   up   aera’s   typically   hollow   features.   the   woman   had   always   carried   herself   with   a   sense   of   detachment   to   the   world   around   her   ,   as   if   she   had   yet   to   fully   connect   with   reality   or   to   engage   with   her   surroundings   in   a   way   that   wasn’t   veiled   in   a   thin   sheen   of   mist.   but   with   astor   so   close   ,   the   object   of   her   unyielding   affection   ,   she   feels   grounded.   almost   as   if   her   most   true   self   bubbles   to   the   surface   only   when   she   gravitates   closer   &   closer.   her   laughter   is   bell-like   ,   lilting   with   a   filigree   of   seduction   as   she   watches   him.   aera   preens   beneath   his   touch   ,   purring   and   wanting   for   more   ,   as   pianist   fingers   brush   through   midnight   locks   ---   and   as   they   twist   &   pull   ,   ruby   mouth   hangs   open   with   the   softest   of   pleasant   sighs.

thick   lashes   flutter   as   her   head   tilts   ,   bare   throat   exposed   to   astor   with   a   pretty   whine   of   need.   long   legs   wrap   ever   tighter   around   his   waist   as   her   own   hands   move   to   twist   into   spun-gold   tresses.   she   pulls   ,   sharp   and   sudden   ,   to   guide   him   closer   as   the   tapered   points   of   his   fangs   find   solace   along   her   ivory   flesh.   she   can   all   but   feel   the   fresh   bruises   that   are   certain   to   bloom   against   her   skin   in   petals   of   black   and   blue   ,   lovely   decorations   to   show   where   she   had   allowed   astor   to   mark   &   touch   her.   slender   hips   twist   ,   pressing   ever   closer   until   her   wet   heat   rocks   languidly   against   the   hard   outline   of   his   erection   with   lazy   intent.

❛   want   you   to   make   me   feel   so   good   ,   ❜   aera   finally   purrs   ,   delicate   lilt   laced   with   sultry   desire.   she   gives   his   hair   another   sudden   jerk   ,   enough   to   cause   his   teeth   to   graze   more   roughly   against   the   column   of   her   throat.   ❛   touch   me   ,   sir   ,   please   ...   ❜   her   whisper   catches   into   a   quiet   hint   of   a   moan   now   as   she   bites   her   lip   ,   thin   fingers   wrapping   around   his   wrist   before   pulling   the   hand   that   continues   to   rest   at   her   hip   down   further   ,   placing   his   touch   between   her   thighs   ;   as   soon   as   his   fingers   make   contact   ,   her   breath   hitches   and   a   soft   ,   petulant   whine   drips   from   cherry-sweet   lips.  

[corpsedecayed]

@bloodecays​

♰ ♰ ♰  long  digits  are  already  curled  around  his  glock  at  the  sound  of  her  laugh  ,  the  pitch  crawling  up  his  spine  in  the  most  unpleasant  way  possible  ;  in  a  shiver of  disgust  &  surely  muted  fear.  for  the  first  time  in  a  long  time  ,  sinclair  was  tempted  to  voice  his  displeasure  to  god  ,  to  ask  why  or  what  he’d  done  to  deserve  THIS  —  he  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  the  viper  before  him.  never  had  ,  &  her  attitude  only  solidified  the  sentiment.  maker  after  maker  had  tossed  him  aside  ,  &  he  owed  them  nothing…

&  yet  ,  aera  seemed  so  insistent  on  harassing  him.  she  drew  closer  once  more  ,  &  sinclair’s  maw  was  open  ,  warning  growl  loud  around  them  ,  fangs  bared  in  his  displeasure.  but  much  to  his  dismay  ,  he  wasn’t  able  to  draw  his  weapon  fast  enough  before  he  was  roughly  shoved  back  by  her  minimal  effort  ;  &  his  displeasure  morphed  into  outright  RAGE.

it’d  be  obvious  on  his  face  ,  aquamarines  aglow  &  shoulders  rising  &  falling  with  the  way  he  was  panting.  it  took  everything  in  him  not  to  snap  ,  not  because  he  didn’t  want  too…  but  because  —  what  would  be  the  point  ?  she  was  far  older  ,  stronger  ,  &  intent  on  seeing  him  as  a  plaything.  jaws  snapped  shut  as  he  righted  his  posture  ,  his  blank  tone  contrasting  the  way  he  visibly  seethed.  ‘  don’t  ever  touch  me  again.  &  i’m  not  particularly  concerned  with  how  rude  you  perceive  me  to  be.  you  do  not  care  —  so  yes  ,  feigning  is  an  appropriate  word.  ’

with  a  brisk  &  forced  smoothness  ,  he  straightened  his  form  &  dusted  his  shoulders  ,  before  rolling  his  eyes  &  turning  to  walk  away.  he  knew  she’d  follow  ,  but  he  needed  to  move…

CHERRY   LIPS   PURSE   INTO   a   delicate   pout   as   sinclair   pushes   himself   upright   ,   brushing   whatever   dust   continued   to   cling   to   their   tall   frame   before   turning   pointedly   on   his   heel   to   stalk   away   from   her   ;   how   dreadfully   boring   ,   aera   thinks   to   herself.   she   had   ,   after   all   ,   been   hoping   for   just   a   shred   of   entertainment.   the   americas   were   always   a   droll   affair   &   while   europe   &   asia   has   always   treated   her   well   in   terms   of   much-needed   enjoyment   ,   the   dark-haired   vampire   had   thirsted   to   see   what   trickery   awaited   her   in   the   heart   of   manhattan.   to   find   herself   crossing   paths   with   one   of   her   NUMEROUS   fledglings   had   only   been   a   beautiful   maraschino   cherry   settled   atop   the   carefully-whipped   icing   of   the   cake   she   intended   to   have   &   eat   ,   too.

each   step   is   graceful   ,   carrying   the   elder   vampire   with   the   ease   of   a   bird   ---   and   it   takes   her   hardly   any   effort   at   all   to   catch   up   with   sinclair’s   long   strides   ;   though   the   younger   is   far   taller   than   she   ,   aera   hardly   minds   as   her   head   tilts   &   ruby   lips   quirk   at   the   corners.   ��   now   what   are   we   going   to   do   tonight   ?   ❜   her   sing-song   lilt   is   colored   with   a   buoyant   giggle   ,   taloned   fingers   steepling   together   in   feigned   thought.

❛   does   the   boy-king   aleksander   have   you   working   overtime   for   his   pitiful   little   whims   ?   ❜   she   clicks   her   tongue   together   and   feigns   a   disappointed   pout   ---   but   as   she   continues   to   speak   ,   her   breathy   ,   girlish   tone   takes   on   an   insidious   edge   ,   something   far   more   sinister   and   jagged   suddenly   creeping   into   her   words.   ❛   i   know   far   too   many   of   my   peers   who   would   wish   to   have   such   an   incapable   fool’s   head   on   a   spit   …   but   !   i   digress   !   ❜   and   as   suddenly   as   it   had   appeared   ,   her   dangerous   tone   tilts   up   again   into   a   pop   of   candy-sweet   bubbliness.   ❛   come   now   ,   my   child   ,   what   are   we   up   to   on   this   evening   !   ❜  

[corpsedecayed]

zacharie.

                   Living in Brooklyn was still something that Zac was getting used to, living from paycheck to paycheck as he and his brother worked on getting themselves back on their feet. He knew that Zade was just feeling just as disconnected from everything as he was. From moving into the brownstone with Gianni and Blaise, and getting jobs at this cafe, Zac wasn’t sure just what was happening most of the time. He did know that no matter what was going on he always had Zade and Julia by his side. And that was all he needed really.

                   “I didn’t know if you were hungry,” he announced as he dropped into the seat across from his brother. Their lunch break was only a half an hour and there wasn’t enough time to really go anywhere, so that meant that a sandwich from the cafe they worked at was the best option they had for something to eat. “Salad or sandwich? I prepped them myself this morning so they should be decent enough.” 

                    The food in question sat innocently on the table between them, Zac waiting for Zade to make his choice so he could take the other. Thats how it had always been for the two of them, and it wasn’t about to change now. 

A   LOW   SIGH   OF   EXHAUSTION   puffs   past   pierced   lips   as   zaiden   slowly   sinks   into   his   designated   seat   ;   he   hadn’t   even   bothered   to   strip   himself   of   the   cafe-issued   apron   tied   around   his   waist   ,   having   decided   it   wasn’t   worth   the   effort   of   removing   only   to   put   back   on   thirty   minutes   later.   one   hand   lifts   to   brush   haphazardly   through   ink   black   locks   ---   and   though   their   shift   was   barely   even   halfway   over   ,   zaiden   can’t   help   but   fantasize   about   the   hot   shower   he   plans   on   treating   himself   to   the   moment   he’s   able   to   kick   his   black   sneakers   off   once   he   and   zac   make   the   trek   back   to   the   brooklyn   brownstone   for   wayward   pups.

❛   salad   ,   ❜   zaiden   announces   plainly   once   zacharie   pushes   the   food   between   them   ,   giving   a   tired   sniff   before   reaching   for   the   bowl.   the   lack   of   expectations   between   himself   and   his   twin   provides   the   elder   of   the   two   with   a   sudden   sense   of   security   ----   perhaps   the   ONLY   bit   of   security   he   has   left   within   the   scraps   of   his   uprooted   life.   with   zac   ,   there   is   no   need   for   him   to   pretend   or   to   hold   himself   with   a   squared   jaw   &   balled-up   fists.   he   can   merely   exist   ,   deflated   &   hunched   over   his   bowl   of   vegetables   as   he   picks   dejectedly   at   it   with   a   plastic   spork.   ❛   thanks   ,   ❜   he   mumbles   lamely   as   he   stuffs   a   mouthful   of   half-soggy   romaine   into   his   mouth.

he   crunches   on   it   slowly   ,   barely   registering   the   watery   essence   before   swallowing   it   down   &   chasing   it   with   a   sliced   cherry   tomato   next.   ❛   you   think   gianni   an’   blaise   care   that   you   made   food   with   their   groceries   ?   ❜   zaiden   muses   after   a   moment   as   he   taps   his   spork   lightly   against   his   salad   container.   ❛   i   mean   ,   they   don’t   expect   us   to   do   groceries   ,   right   ?   that   would   be   kinda   fucked   up   if   they   did   ...   ❜   he   sounds   almost   indignant   ,   a   scoff   following   suit   ---   and   as   the   realization   that   his   misdirected   rage   is   all   but   manifesting   all   over   again   dawns   on   him   ,   zaiden   has   the   sense   to   look   somewhat   sheepish.   ❛   sorry   ,   not   to   ,   like   ,   shit   on   them   or   anything.   i   know   you’re   …   fond   of   them.   ❜   he   says   the   word   with   a   level   of   annoyance   ,   as   if   he   can’t   quite   wrap   his   head   around   zacharie’s   soft   spot   for   the   wolf   couple   who   had   all   but   taken   them   in.

[corpsedecayed]

sinclair.

gaze dropped to his own preferred mug , admiring the shiny deep blue ceramic through zaiden’s unfriendly , irritated , but entirely expected impolite tone. clair hadn’t pressed gianni for any details , feeling uncomfortable at asking about someone else’s business ; but he knew the twins had been through a lot in the last few months. life had turned upside down , & then they’d been turned. that was all he knew , but it was enough not to begrudge the younger of his attitude. clair hadn’t adjusted well either in the beginning , & he hadn’t had any extra drama surrounding his change.

oh , but if he wasn’t so weak for a skinny , mouthy little brat. nostrils flared as he chuckled , teeth chomping down on the inside of his cheek to keep from outright laughing , because he was sure it wouldn’t be taken the way he meant it. he pressed on with a light tone , trying to seem the opposite of overbearing , “ ohhhhhh , i get you. that’s right , you’re a barista , oui ? makes sense that you’d have the uh — more refined palate. ” he paused , reaching for the sugar , “ i just need coffee to be sweet & to give me energy. so , you’re totally right , i am disinclined to understand. ”

zaiden had finally turned to look at him , & clair flashed him a grin. he wasn’t typically so visibly amused , but he really was making an effort to keep the exchange positive. they’d only traded a few words over the time that sinclair had been back in the city & crashing every few days at his dear friend’s abode. hands moved to dump not one , or two , but three teaspoons of sugar into his empty mug , eyebrows coming together as he wondered on what to say next , over just standing their in silence.

teeth finally came down on his bottom lip as he turned for the drawer with the silverware , & plucking two spoons up from the tray. he silently reached over the island to place one near the younger as he came back , finally able to softly manage , “ i can wait for you to drain the pot if you want. if need by i can run up to the store for an energy drink. i understand if you’d rather not share your special blend. ” 

A   SCOFF   IS   GRITTED   OUT   through   his   teeth   ,   attention   hyperfocused   upon   the   coffee   machine   at   hand   ;   while   sinclair’s   large   ,   looming   presence   casts   a   figurative   shadow   over   the   younger   pup   ,   zaiden   is   determined   to   keep   himself   rigid.   slender   frame   remains   taut   &   tense   ,   pulled   tight   like   a   wire   waiting   to   snap   until   loose   electricity   crackles   free   from   within   whatever   confines   he   keeps   himself   so   steadily   caged   behind.   an   indignant   sniff   is   the   only   response   he   offers   ,   pointedly   refusing   to   verbalize   a   response   to   the   other’s   observation.   zaiden   didn’t   hate   his   minimum   wage   job   ---   on   the   contrary   ,   he   rather   enjoyed   the   ambience   of   a   small   ,   upscale   cafe   &   though   his   normal   lifestyle   had   kept   him   on   the   customer-side   of   affairs   ,   finding   himself   behind   the   counter   to   roast   beans   ,   brew   lattes   ,   and   add   his   own   flair   had   become   one   of   the   few   joys   he   could   glean   out   of   the   current   situation.   the   hours   were   grueling   and   oftentimes   borderline   cruel   ---   but   the   opportunity   to   rest   his   exhausted   bones   in   the   solitude   of   an   empty   kitchen   with   nothing   but   witching   hours   &   a   freshly-brewed   cuppa   to   keep   him   company   continues   to   drive   him   forward.

...   except   now   ,   he   had   an   extra   guest   to   entertain   ;   sinclair   portier   ,   a   friend   of   gianni’s   ,   though   not   an   official   packmate   ,   was   as   elusive   as   zaiden   had   first   assumed.   he   didn’t   understand   the   other   ,   considering   the   fact   that   he   seemed   well-off   enough   to   travel   in   and   out   of   manhattan’s   borders.   he   had   no   business   living   within   the   brownstone   for   wayward   pups   ----   and   yet   ,   they   appeared   at   every   corner   zaiden   turned.   frustrating   ,   if   you   asked   him   ----   tall   ,   foreboding   ,   unnervingly   muscular   and   now   very   painfully   shirtless   ,   zaiden   can’t   help   but   curse   himself   for   the   lingering   heat   creeping   up   into   his   cheeks   as   sinclair’s   low   rumble   forces   goosebumps   to   rise   against   pale   flesh.   he’s   deliberate   to   keep   his   glare   pointed   into   his   mug   (   though   ,   it   does   slide   to   the   blue   ceramic   one   settled   soon   after   &   his   nose   scrunches   in   mild   disgust   as   tablespoons   of   sugar   are   poured   haphazardly   into   it   )   in   a   last   ditch   effort   to   keep   from   looking   up   at   them.

❛   whatever.   ❜   it’s   a   graceless   ,   tactless   response   ,   but   it’s   all   zaiden   can   muster   with   a   tone   of   forced   disinterest.   hands   move   to   take   the   pot   once   enough   of   the   coffee   had   dripped   through   ----   and   as   the   warm   ,   rich   aroma   of   the   fresh   brew   wafts   around   him   ,   the   tension   visibly   melts   from   the   set   of   his   slender   shoulders.   silently   ,   zaiden   moves   to   pour   just   above   the   half-full   mark   within   his   own   mug   before   tilting   the   pot   back   to   keep   it   from   dripping   ----   and   with   equal   care   and   tenderness   ,   he   does   the   same   for   sinclair’s   mug.   he’s   attentive   to   the   coffee   ,   watching   it   trickle   with   a   pensive   blue   gaze   ,   before   deeming   enough   had   been   poured   to   satisfy   their   need   for   caffeine   at   such   an   ungodly   hour.

❛   consider   this   an   act   of   enlightenment   ,   ❜   zaiden   offers   snidely   after   a   moment   ,   finally   lifting   his   head   to   meet   sinclair’s   gaze.   he   forces   himself   to   keep   from   focusing   on   sculpted   muscles   ,   instead   swallowing   back   a   grumble   visibly   before   locking   eyes   with   him.   ❛   a   half   cup   to   show   you   how   the   better   half   lives   …   though   all   of   that   sugar   you   dumped   into   it   will   ruin   the   perfect   balance   of   body   and   richness.   ❜   he   offers   a   nonchalant   shrug   before   lifting   his   own   mug   to   his   lips.   a   slow   ,   careful   sip   follows   before   his   hip   rests   lightly   against   the   granite   countertop.   ❛   ahhh   …   see   ,   only   the   sharpest   palate   can   appreciate   an   all   black   roast.   ❜   this   time   ,   there’s   a   glint   of   humor   lighting   up   sapphire   depths   ---   and   if   sinclair   looked   closely   ,   they   might   notice   the   smug   quirk   to   his   lips   ,   pulling   a   pierced   mouth   into   a   ghost   of   a   smirk   ...

[corpsedecayed]

@eterniities !

AS   GIANNI   STRIPS   HIMSELF   of   his   t-shirt   ,   a   low   sigh   of   relief   escapes   him   ;   the   hours   had   whipped   by   at   breakneck   speed   ----   as   they   often   did   when   he   and   his   husband   were   tasked   with   organizing   two   new   pups   as   they   assimilated   into   their   pack.   there’s   a   sense   of   pride   that   comes   with   being   an   alpha   wolf   ---   and   while   the   twin   boys   that   had   stumbled   into   their   home   were   still   startled   ,   still   anxious   with   the   new   course   of   their   life   ,   gianni   couldn’t   help   but   stand   tall   knowing   that   he   and   blaise   were   providing   them   with   exactly   what   they   needed.   the   younger   of   the   two   had   proven   to   be   a   more   approachable   pup   while   the   elder   had   snapped   &   hissed   &   bared   his   teeth   -----   and   while   many   would   have   been   off   put   by   the   puppy’s   behavior   ,   gianni   couldn’t   help   but   sympathize.   being   thrust   into   the   newfound   reality   of   lycanthropy   isn’t   an   easy   transition   &   he   remains   confident   that   with   some   help   and   steady   attention,   they   will   both   be   back   on   their   own   two   feet.

with   a   quiet   sigh   ,   gianni   twists   his   wedding   band   off   of   his   finger   ,   carefully   placing   it   on   the   dresser   counter   for   safekeeping   before   turning   to   move   towards   their   bed.   blaise   remains   curled   up   in   the   blankets   and   duvets   ,   curly   locks   haphazard   and   halfway-flopped   against   his   forehead.   the   sight   is   enough   to   cause   gianni’s   expression   to   soften   and   as   he   licks   his   lips   to   conceal   his   grin   ,   the   wolf   moves   to   climb   up   into   bed.

❛   think   we   did   a   good   job   today   ,   ❜   gianni   muses   softly   ,   his   baritone   timber   raspy   with   exhaustion.   a   strong   arm   moves   to   wrap   snugly   around   blaise’s   middle   ,   pulling   the   brunette   close   untilt   heir   bodies   are   flush   together.   a   low   chuckle   escapes   him   and   he   covers   a   scruff-lined   jaw   with   a   mess   of   soft   kisses.   ❛   looks   like   we’re   parenting   again   ,   huh   ?   you   &   me   &   two   grumpy   pups.   ❜

[corpsedecayed]

bloodecays​:

@corpsedecayed !

sinclair finally managed to pull himself from the mattress in the guest bedroom in gianni & blaise’s home — it was nearly 2am in the damn morning & still sleep seemed determined to evade him. with a groan he decided he couldn’t just lay there any longer. he could hit up their little indoor gym , he could go for a run , but any of it would be better than being so still & useless.

but first , coffee.

he didn’t bother pulling a shirt over his bulky beats headphones , opting to just pull on a pair of sweats before he slipped his phone into his pocket , & then through his door , padding barefoot & silently down the halls. lips were pursed as he tried to remember if he washed his favorite mug after he used it earlier , but as he rounded the corner to finish his trek to the kitchen , he was forced to skid to a halt as zaiden emerged from the opposite hall & made his way into the kitchen. airpods in , something clair couldn’t quiet make out clutched in inked hands. he debated turning heel & leaving the pup to it… he wasn’t the most social person, & that was putting it nicely.

it took him a beat or two to decide that possibly getting bit would be worth it , & that over anything else , he wanted his damn coffee. it helped that zaiden was cute as hell , but clair digressed. he turned the volume on his music down enough to hear outside of them , & made his steps intentionally heavier as he entered the kitchen ; he didn’t want to startle the new pup.

clair entered slowly , circling around the island on the opposite side that zaiden stood on ; moving with deliberate motions to reach for his mug out of the small dish rack on the counter ( he had washed it earlier ). only then did he reach up to pull his headphones from his ears so they could hang around his neck , sea-green hues watching the other pour grounds into the machine. 

tone was light & playful when he finally asked , “ did we run out of the other coffee ? ”

THE   COMFORT   OF   SOLITUDE   IS   a   rare   peace   that   zaiden   often   finds   himself   seeking   in   the   quiet   hours   of   the   night   ;   when   both   blaise   &   gianni   and   even   his   own   brother   finally   decided   to   retire   to   their   own   rooms   until   the   first   glimmer   of   dawn   ,   the   expansive   brownstone   lays   dormant   with   sudden   stillness.   there’s   a   beauty   in   it   that   zaiden   had   since   learned   to   appreciate   when   he   could   -----   and   though   the   two   elder   werewolves   were   charitable   enough   to   provide   both   himself   AND   zacharie   with   their   own   rooms   ,   hot   meals   ,   and   fresh   sheets   without   protest   ,   the   young   pup   can’t   help   the   apprehension   that   bubbles   deep   within   the   pit   of   his   stomach   any   time   either   of   them   draw   near.   his   brother   had   quickly   adapted   to   their   new   routine   but   zaiden   had   always   been   the   SKEPTIC   between   them   ;   it’s   a   fact   that   remains   true   even   now   &   though   gianni   had   been   unyieldingly   patient   with   him   in   spite   of   his   bristling   attitude   &   curt   snark   ,   the   growing   irritation   twisting   within   him   had   yet   to   grow   still.

to   make   do   with   what   he   had   ,   zaiden   relies   on   the   silence   of   witching   hours.   clutched   close   to   his   chest   is   his   mason   jar   ,   filled   three-quarters   of   the   way   with   freshly-ground   coffee   ;   the   beans   were   some   he   had   managed   to   steal   from   the   coffeeshop   ,   an   aromatic   blend   of   dark   roast   with   earthy   but   chocolatey   notes.   while   blaise   &   gianni   were   keen   to   keep   their   own   coffee   stocked   up   ,   the   brew   they   had   on   hand   was   nothing   short   of   bland   to   zaiden’s   own   palate.   but   god   forbid   anyone   but   himself   touched   HIS   special   blend   -----   so   rather   than   tucking   it   into   the   cabinets   ,   zaiden   kept   it   stowed   in   his   belongings   (   tossed   haphazardly   into   his   backpack   ;   after   all   ,   the   young   pup   had   all   but   refused   to   put   his   things   into   the   drawers   because   doing   so   would   be   admitting   defeat   ,   that   he   had   accepted   the   fact   that   living   here   in   this   home   that   was   not   his   own   would   be   a   permanent   situation   )   and   only   drew   it   out   when   he   is   certain   no   one   would   interrupt   him   in   his   single   moment   of   vulnerability.

with   his   airpods   stuffed   in   &   set   to   noise-cancellation   mode   ,   the   pup   quietly   makes   his   way   from   his   room   into   the   kitchen   ,   mason   jar   held   protectively   to   his   chest   ;   with   the   beat   of   his   music   thrumming   in   his   ears   steadily   ,   zaiden   moves   quickly   to   situate   himself.   he   takes   great   care   to   find   his   mug   (   a   pretty   blackc   ceramic   thing   with   a   matte   finish   ,   one   of   the   only   things   he   had   kept   since   his   move   )   before   settling   it   upon   the   countertop.   he   skips   the   sugar   as   well   as   the   milk   ,   as   a   cup   of   black   coffee   should   be   enjoyed   in   its   raw   form   ---   and   instead   ,   he   takes   his   time   to   arrange   a   coffee   filter   &   fetch   a   tablespoon.   his   rummaging   is   done   quietly   ,   each   pad   of   his   footsteps   as   silent   as   he   can   manage   ,   and   as   he   painstakingly   measures   out   two   tablespoons   exactly   into   the   coffee   filter   ,   the   sensation   of   footsteps   vibrating   through   the   wood   floors   is   enough   to   force   him   to   tense.

zaiden   inhales   sharply   ,   teeth   clenching   together   before   a   hand   lifts   to   slowly   reach   for   his   airpods   ;   a   single   tap   and   his   music   ceases   into   silence.   and   sure   enough   ,   the   moment   he   does   ,   a   low   baritone   drawl   greets   him.   zaiden   seethes   silently   ,   hissing   out   a   slow   breath   between   his   clenched   jaw.   he   scowls   ,   refusing   to   grace   the   other   werewolf   with   his   attention   ;   sinclair   portier   ,   a   friend   of   the   couple   who   had   taken   him   in   ,   had   proven   to   be   a   looming   presence   he   had   attempted   to   ignore   to   little   fruition   ;   they   were   tall   ,   muscular   ,   and   while   they   were   polite   ,   zaiden   found   himself   awkward   and   belligerent   when   they   shared   the   same   presence.   it   is   just   his   luck   to   be   cornered   during   his   ONE   time   alone   by   him   when   everyone   else   had   retired   to   sleep.

❛   no   ,   i   just   don’t   like   to   waste   my   time   brewing   shitty   coffee.   ❜   quiet   drawl   is   full   of   bite   ,   snark   serrated   as   a   knife   as   he   allows   a   scoff   to   follow   suit.   he   can   see   sinclair   out   of   his   periphery   (   and   christ   ,   was   this   asshole   SHIRTLESS   ?   jackass.   )   but   he   doesn’t   bother   turning   to   face   them   properly   ,   instead   occupying   his   hands   with   pouring   out   the   correct   amount   of   water   to   brew   a   pot   of   coffee   that   would   be   nothing   short   of   perfection   in   terms   of   concentration.   ❛   not   that   it   concerns   YOU   ,   but   i   like   to   brew   my   own   blend.   some   of   us   actually   have   a   refined   palate   when   it   comes   to   the   coffee   we   drink   …   not   that   i   expect   you   to   understand.   ❜

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INK  BLACK  TRESSES  CASCADE  over  bare  shoulders  ,  veiling  aera  in  a  midnight  cloak  ----  and  though  the  pink  chemise  hugs  her  small  frame  in  a  thin  sheen  of  silk  ,  aera  is  nothing  short  of  the  very  picture  of  beauty  ;  the  lace  hem  of  her  slip  barely  skims  along  her  upper  thighs  &  with  each  delicate  footstep  into  the  main  bedroom  of  their  shared  penthouse  ,  the  dark-haired  vampire  hums  a  soft  tune  under  her  breath.  alessandra  had  taken  the  evening  to  traverse  the  town  on  her  own  accord  -----  and  while  aera  had  initially  whined  that  she  ,  too  ,  wanted  to  explore  with  the  other  ,  she  can’t  help  but  find  that  a  few  uninterrupted  hours  alone  with  astor  is  hardly  an  opportunity  to  scoff  at.  ruby-red  lips  curl  into  a  girlish  smile  as  she  traipses  into  their  private  chambers  ,  a  giggle  all  but  bubbling  to  life  as  she  spots  the  object  her  affection  perched  at  the  edge  of  their  bed.

❛  ‘tor  !  ❜  the  greeting  is  breathy  ,  delicate  ,  laced  with  sing-song  joy  as  she  sweeps  her  way  close  ;  she  doesn’t  bother  with  pretenses  ,  merely  lifting  herself  up  to  sink  into  his  lap  without  further  deliberation.  long  legs  holster  themselves  on  either  side  of  him  &  delicate  ,  taloned  digits  carefully  draw  down  along  a  lean  chest.  a  purr  dances  upon  the  tip  of  her  tongue  as  the  thin  fabric  of  her  slip  rides  higher  &  higher  ------  and  though  she  is  certain  that  astor  can  feel  the  heat  of  her  core  settled  neatly  against  him  ,  aera  takes  great  care  to  nestle  against  him  with  a  slow  sashay  of  slight  hips.  

❛  i’m  so  dreadfully  bored  ,  ❜  she  coos  with  a  pout  ,  obsidian  gaze  resting  to  meet  ice-blue.  a  hand  lifts  ,  the  points  of  her  nails  carefully  tracing  the  sharp  edge  of  his  jaw.  ❛  can  we  play  ?  ❜  the  question  is  posed  innocently  ,  a  flutter  of  long  lashes  following  before  legs  wrap  snugly  around  him  ----  and  oh  ,  how  red  lips  hang  open  suddenly  as  a  breathy  sigh  puffs  past  the  moment  she  presses  closer  ,  closer  still.  ❛  princess  is  wet  &  wants  your  attention  ,  pleeeease.  ❜

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@bloodecays !

THE  HOURS  HAD  BLED  BY  at  an  agonizing  pace  ,  as  slow  as  thick  ,  honeyed  molasses  -----  and  though  his  bones  itched  &  ached  to  be  free  from  the  figurative  cage  in  which  he  had  been  mercilessly  pushed  into  ,  zaiden  finds  himself  unable  to  break  free  from  the  tethers  keeping  him  in  place.  aleksander’s  forceful  demand  to  bench  his  first-in-command  soldier  had  been  a  decision  zaiden  accepted  only  begrudgingly  ------  after  all  ,  the  elder  vampire  had  never  been  the  sort  to  enjoy  idleness  in  itself.  his  skin  crawled  at  the  lack  of  responsibilities  …  and  to  make  matters  worse  ,  his  one  source  of  affection  &  entertainment  had  incidentally  been  burdened  with  the  arduous  task  of  taking  on  the  very  duties  zaiden  had  no  choice  but  to  shirk.  the  14  hour  patrol  had  always  been  a  gruelling  post  to  take  ------  and  with  sinclair  ducking  out  before  zaiden  had  even  roused  from  sleep  ,  the  remainder  of  his  evening  had  been  resigned  to  solitude  ,  loneliness  ,  and  his  own  devices.

the  last  three  hours  had  been  spent  with  zaiden  sprawled  out  over  the  couch  ,  blue  hues  glazed-over  and  glassy  with  idleness  as  he  stared  blankly  up  at  the  ceiling  ;  he  had  long  since  exhausted  his  desire  to  play  video  games  &  had  even  drank  three  entire  glass-fulls  of  blood  for  no  other  reason  than  because  he  was  bored  -----  and  with  his  last  re-run  of  tokyo  ghoul  on  hold  for  when  he  and  clair  could  watch  together  ,  zaiden  could  feel  what  little  remained  of  his  brain  slowly  rotting  with  each  passing  second.  he  stirs  from  his  position  only  when  keen  senses  hone  in  on  the  sound  of  a  key  finding  its  home  within  the  lock  to  the  door  ;  the  vampire  jolts  ,  brows  lifting  as  a  sudden  rush  of  renewed  sensation  courses  through  his  veins.  finally  ,  zaiden  thinks  to  himself  ,  some  good  fucking  entertainment.

clair’s  hardly  permitted  to  cross  the  threshold  before  the  elder  is  on  his  feet  ,  trailing  closely  behind  as  the  other  attempts  to  trudge  deeper  into  their  apartment.  ❛  hi  ,  welcome  back  home  ,  ❜  zaiden  starts  idly  ,  hands  itching  to  reach  to  pull  clair  close  ;  the  lingering  irritation  &  exhaustion  hanging  heavily  upon  them  ,  however  ,  causes  zaiden  to  wring  his  hands  together  &  keep  them  to  himself  for  now.  he’s  babbling  uselessly  ,  only  partially  aware  that  clair  is  barely  half-listening  -----  and  as  they  kick  off  their  boots  and  strip  the  riot  gear  hugging  their  muscular  form  before  collapsing  into  bed  ,  zaiden  cannot  help  but  give  a  haughty  sniff.  ❛  hey  ,  get  up.  you  just  got  home  ,  i’ve  been  stuck  here  all  by  my  fucking  SELF  since  you  left.  ❜  his  complaint  is  petulant  ,  colored  with  immature  irritation  as  he  hovers  at  the  edge  of  the  bed.  ❛  clair  ,  ❜  he  protests  ,  reaching  for  the  other’s  wrist  to  give  his  arm  a  sharp  pull.  ❛  that’s  not  fair.  you  don’t  get  to  fall  asleep  on  me.  i’ve  been  wasting  away  here  all  on  my  own  ,  the  LEAST  you  could  do  is  hang  out  with  me.  are  you  even  LISTENING  ?  ❜

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                    Zaiden’s less than enthusiastic answer to his question wasn’t all that surprising to the older death dealer. There wasn’t any way to fool his second in command into thinking that there wasn’t some sort of ulterior motive to his request. He truly wanted a chance to spend some time with the other vampire, perhaps a chance to try and bridge some of the distance that had been growing between the two of them. 

                    But it wasn’t a surprise that Zaiden wasn’t all that thrilled with the idea of spending their night together. The game that Damien had played with the younger vampire’s emotions had come around to bite him and he knew that it would take much more than a few nice words to fix things. If that was possible at all.

                   Truth be told, Damien missed him, and he missed the little family that they had been before everything had blown up between the two of them. His duty to his coven had always come first for Damien. Regardless of what his personal life held, he had always had this desire to prove himself to those who were higher up than him. For the longest time Damien had been solely focused on making his mark and he sacrificed more than he wanted to get to that point.

                   “Of course you have a choice,” he answered the other death dealer anyway, just raising an eyebrow at the scathing look that Zaiden shot his way as he turned to face him. “I thought it would be a good chance for us to spend a little time together that’s all. You know, catch up. It’s been a while.” 

❛  THE  FACT  THAT  YOU  are  delusional  enough  to  think  that  i  want  to  catch  up  in  any  way  with  you  ,  ❜  zaiden  begins  with  bone-dry  irritation  ,  ❛  just  shows  that  you’re  losing  touch  with  reality.  ❜  a  scoff  follows  suit  as  tattooed  hands  wrap  snugly  around  the  sweat-drenched  towel  slung  haphazardly  around  his  neck.  ❛  besides  ,  antiquated  fossils  like  you  should  certainly  take  it  easy.  wouldn’t  want  your  withering  bones  to  crumble  while  out  on  patrol.  ❜  snide  remark  leaves  pierced  lips  with  haughty  sarcasm  ,  the  serrated  edge  of  his  words  sharp  enough  to  make  one  bleed  if  they  hovered  too  close  ----  but  that  does  little  to  stop  the  pointed  glint  lighting  up  sapphire  irises  as  his  gaze  levels  the  elder  vampire  with  a  look  of  continued  annoyance.  ❛  i’ll  be  sure  to  tell  aleksander  myself  that  i  have  no  interest  in  tagging  along  with  you  ;  i’d  have  much  better  odds  focusing  with  someone  else.  god  knows  having  to  put  up  with  you  for  hours  on  end  will  force  me  to  lose  my  cool.  ❜

a  hand  lifts  to  brush  tattoos  digits  through  sweat-slicked  locks  ,  pushing  his  hair  out  of  his  face.  ❛  besides  ,  ❜  zaiden  begins  again  as  he  turns  on  his  heel  ,  back  facing  damien  as  he  focuses  his  energy  on  gathering  his  belongings  from  the  bench.  ❛  if  you  just  want  to  fuck  me  ,  you  should  say  so.  since  that’s  the  only  reason  you  bother  giving  me  the  time  of  day  ,  as  it  is.  ❜  the  candid  confidence  with  which  he  speaks  is  surprising  to  even  zaiden’s  own  ears  -----  but  with  no  one  else  their  witness  in  the  empty  training  room  ,  the  younger  vampire  feels  himself  grow  more  &  more  brazen  with  each  passing  moment.  fangs  click  together  audibly  as  he  bites  back  the  growing  annoyance  twisting  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach.  ❛  no  need  to  hide  your  real  intentions  behind  pitiful  little  pretenses.  ❜

another  haughty  sniff  follows  before  he  shoots  damien  a  look  through  narrowed  eyes  ,  irritation  prickling  from  the  younger’s  slender  frame  in  thick  ,  suffocating  waves.  ❛  so  do  me  a  favor  and  use  your  words.  ❜  he’s  walking  on  thin  ice  as  a  mocking  edge  colors  his  tone  ,  but  it  does  little  to  stop  zaiden  from  sneering  nonetheless.  ❛  what  do  you  actually  want  ?  because  maybe  i’ll  let  you  have  it  if  you’re  clear  enough.  ❜  checkmate.

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TREMBLING  LIMBS  ARE  PRIED  apart  with  sudden  certainty  ----  and  as  the  knight  moves  to  spread  him  apart  ,  on  full  view  for  his  hungry  gaze  to  drink  in  each  and  every  detail  of  his  exposed  form  ,  a  heated  blush  blooms  across  pale  cheeks.  a  pathetic  mewl  of  want  drips  from  his  lips  &  as  suddenly  as  sinclair  had  appeared  ,  the  wavering  confidence  swelling  within  the  young  prince’s  chest  burns  a  fraction  hotter.  his  thighs  twitch  still  &  sensitive  form  remains  hyper-alert  to  each  touch  ,  each  breath  ,  that  cascades  against  sweat-slicked  skin  ------  and  as  sinclair  leans  over  him  ,  hips  flush  to  one  another  ,  a  strained  gasp  catches  in  his  throat  ;  the  sensation  of  the  other’s  rigid  length  grinding  against  his  soft  member  all  but  pulls  a  shaking  cry  from  within  him.  hips  squirm  as  he  remains  caged  beneath  the  knight’s  large  frame  and  the  plush  confines  of  his  mattress  ----  and  though  the  shocks  of  pure  ecstasy  and  bliss  leave  the  blonde-haired  prince  twitching  and  trembling  ,  he  cannot  help  the  way  his  mouth  hangs  open  &  his  chest  rises  and  falls  with  each  shallow  breath.

the  low  rumble  coloring  sinclair’s  words  is  enough  to  make  him  whimper  ,  make  him  feel  so  small  ,  so  breakable  ,  so  utterly  ready  to  be  wrecked  &  broken  without  remorse  ------  and  as  the  quiet  ,  feral  intent  behind  the  knight’s  tone  burrows  deep  into  his  bones  ,  a  shiver  of  unabashed  anticipation  crawls  up  along  the  curve  of  his  spine.  he  hardly  has  a  moment  to  find  the  words  buried  deep  within  the  lust-addled  haze  clouding  his  mind  before  a  small  wrist  is  clasped  within  rough  hands  &  sinclair’s  tongue  runs  along  cum-streaked  digits  ;  it’s  enough  to  make  him  whimper  ,  squirming  under  the  rapt  attention  as  teeth  sink  into  a  lower  lip  to  quell  the  sound.  

it  feels  so  raw  ,  like  a  white-hot  fire  burning  his  insides  until  he’s  torn  apart  ,  laid  bare  as  the  threads  are  pulled  one  by  one  from  his  seams  ;  he’s  quivering  again  ,  like  a  doll  that  had  yet  to  fulfill  its  purpose  ----  and  as  firm  words  cause  his  insides  to  twist  ,  his  gaze  drops  again.  hips  spasm  with  a  loud  moan  -----  and  though  liu  has  the  sense  of  quickly  clasp  a  hand  over  his  mouth  to  quiet  the  noise  ,  it  does  little  to  muffle  the  pure  bliss  from  the  subtle  friction.  he  can  feel  his  cock  stir  once  again  ,  hardening  from  the  attention  placed  upon  it.  there’s  not  a  sound  of  protest  as  his  face  is  turned  &  lips  press  to  a  sweat-slicked  forehead  &  cheeks.  liu’s  mouth  parts  ,  quiet  sigh  puffing  past  his  lips  as  he  attempts  to  chase  sinclair’s  with  his  own.  a  whine  of  dissatisfaction  escapes  as  the  knight  refuses  to  indulge  him  -----  and  though  the  prince  squirms  with  a  soft  ,  petulant  huff  of  protest  ,  he  feels  himself  waver  all  the  same  as  he’s  asked  ----  no  ,  commanded  ----  to  use  his  words.

the  blush  returns  ,  hot  and  flushed  against  his  cheeks  &  chest  -----  and  asliu’s  gaze  drops  ,  a  pathetic  whimper  is  all  he  manages.  small  hips  lift  ,  a  stuttering  breath  escaping  as  his  half-hard  cock  works  to  meet  sinclair’s  length  in  tandem  ;  his  eagerness  is  cautious  ,  concealed  ,  uncertain  it  its  own  way  ----  and  as  his  mouth  hangs  open  ,  teeth  sink  into  his  knuckles  to  quell  the  embarrassing  sounds  &  noises  threatening  to  spill  past  him.  his  heart  races  &  breaths  remain  short  ,  panting  weakly  ----  but  in  spite  of  himself  ,  liu  feels  his  legs  twitch  apart  ,  impossible  spreading  further  even  from  the  way  sinclair  holds  him  splayed  apart.  he  refuses  to  look  ,  refuses  to  meet  a  dark  aquamarine  gaze  as  he  instead  mewls  out  ,  ❛  want  ---  want  you  ---  ❜  it’s  broken  ,  trembling  ,  as  the  prince  wavers.  ❛  want  ---  you  to  touch  me  ,  to  make  me  feel  good  ...  ❜  he  whimpers  again  ,  cock  leaking  again  in  spite  of  the  cum  that  still  streaks  his  stomach.  ❛  please.  ❜  liu’s  quiet  plea  is  timid  ,  strained  ----  and  as  his  eyes  shut  tight  ,  he  cannot  help  but  gasp  weakly  as  his  hips  cant.  ❛  don’t  ….  don’t  want  you  to  stop.  want  you  ,  want  all  of  you  ...  ❜

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@bloodecays said: “I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.” for aestor.

THE  LAUGH  THAT  SPILLS  from  blood-red  lips  is  delicate  ,  bell-like  -----  and  as  thick  lashes  flutter  &  aera  tilts  her  head  back  enough  to  rest  her  chin  upon  astor’s  chest  ,  there  is  something  deceptive  about  the  girlish  smile  dancing  upon  her  features.  their  bodies  are  bare  &  as  long  legs  twine  loosely  with  the  former-viking’s  own  ,  she  cannot  help  the  glint  of  mischief  lighting  up  obsidian  depths.  ❛  well  ,  now  you  do  !  ❜  her  chirp  is  sweet  &  saccharine  ,  like  candy  that  melts  upon  the  tongue  -----  and  though  her  lipstick  has  since  stained  since  the  start  of  her  affairs  ,  that  does  little  to  keep  the  vampire  from  leaning  close  to  smudge  messy  ,  fleeting  kisses  along  his  chest.  she  sighs  ,  pausing  only  when  ruby  smears  are  left  behind  in  her  wake  -----  and  as  a  single  talong  traces  each  of  them  with  subtle  glee  ,  she  shifts  to  tuck  her  head  neatly  within  the  crook  of  astor’s  neck.  a  sigh  escapes  her  ,  breathy  and  wistful  ,  before  she  nuzzles  close.  ❛  now  hush  ,  don’t  you  know  it’s  rude  to  interrupt  a  lady  as  she  rests  ?  ❜  quiet  lilt  is  colored  by  teasing  affection  before  a  giggle  follows  suit.

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HE  HARDLY  REGISTERS  the  sound  of  chainmail  clinking  as  it  is  so  haphazardly  discarded  to  the  floor  ,  far  too  deafened  by  the  sound  of  his  own  pathetic  whimpers  &  mewls  ;  glassy  blue  hues  flicker  with  mild  shock  ----  though  the  pleasant  bliss  that  lights  up  his  expression  leaves  him  with  furrowed  brows  &  a  pink  tongue  peeking  out  as  he  whimpers  ----  and  as  the  sudden  weight  of  the  knight’s  presence  causes  the  padded  mattress  to  dip  ,  liu  cannot  help  the  sharp  pant  of  breath  that  exhales  past  slicked  lips.  pale  lashes  flutter  as  he  tries  to  focus  ,  drinking  in  the  set  of  their  jaw  ,  the  way  a  growl  rumbles  just  barely  out  of  reach  ,  deep  within  sinclair’s  chest  as  he  hovers  ever  closer.  pitched  whine  threatens  to  escape  him  ,  back  arching  all  as  slender  digits  twist  around  his  twitching  length  once  more.  he’s  quickly  dropping  off  from  his  climax  ,  pathetic  ,  trembling  sounds  all  he  can  manage  until  sinclair’s  mouth  finds  the  curve  of  his  jaw.

he  shudders  ,  feeling  suddenly  small  ,  breakable  ,  delicate  beneath  the  knight’s  muscular  form  ;  the  desire  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  twists  suddenly  and  liu  all  but  sobs  at  the  gentle  but  firm  resolve  lurking  under  a  low  murmur  ,  all  but  weeping  behind  the  MOCKING  tone  coloring  his  words.  breath  catches  in  his  throat  ,  loud  whine  spilling  past  him  as  his  hand  moves  at  its  own  accord  without  thinking  ,  pumping  along  his  length  until  finally  ,  finally  ,  the  rush  of  his  orgasm  takes  over.  

the  prince  cries  out  ,  slender  frame  tensing  until  the  rush  of  pure  ecstasy  and  bliss  causes  his  head  to  fall  back  against  the  pillow  ,  sweat-slicked  locks  clinging  to  his  forehead  &  small  frame  twitching  &  trembling  from  the  aftershocks  of  pleasure  shocking  through  him.  the  sharp  cry  tapers  off  into  small  ,  weak  sobs  ,  the  tears  clinging  to  his  lashes  finally  giving  way  and  rolling  down  his  cheeks  until  each  pathetic  sound  he  makes  is  all  but  swallowed  into  sinclair’s  mouth.  it  feels  like  fire  ,  white-hot  and  overwhelming  as  his  lips  find  the  knight’s  ,  pure  NEED  leaving  him  quivering  beneath  him  as  he  squirms.  his  legs  feel  useless  ,  thighs  twitching  even  as  he  moves  to  come  impossible  closer  ,  until  a  sweat-slicked  chest  presses  to  sinclair’s  own.

his  first  orgasm  leaves  liu  seeing  stars  ,  breathless  &  panting  &  gasping  as  his  mouth  finally  disengages  from  sinclair’s.  he  cares  not  about  the  thin  trail  of  saliva  that  leaves  their  lips  connected  ,  lashes  fluttering  and  knees  suddenly  pressing  together  -----  as  if  to  hide  himself  ,  make  himself  smaller  ,  more  vulnerable  ,  beneath  a  hungry  gaze.  ❛  i  ----  ❜  he  stutters  ,  the  typical  glamour  &  arrogance  of  the  prince  faltering  to  leave  behind  a  shy  creature  in  its  wake.  his  gaze  drops  ,  suddenly  squirming  away  with  a  pathetic  whine  ,  arms  moving  to  cover  himself.