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"well i'll take that as a compliment, though i reckon just about anything tastes better than this coffee." having already sipped some of his own as well, he couldn't help but agree that this mornings brew was weak and lacking in any real flavor. in fact, it tasted as if it had been brewed the day before and was just being recycled because they didn't feel like brewing anything fresh this early in the morning. still, rowan took another sip as he smirked over at grim.

"you know where to find me kitten, but now that explains why you smell... different. you'd smell better with my scent," he teased as he moved to stand closer to the other, his shoulder lightly grazing against grim's as he settled into place next to him. "then again, if you had been with me i wouldn't have been done with ya yet." he taunted with a lick of his lips, as he reached over to set his cup of coffee down on a counter; it's not like he was going to finish it. "now, i don't have any real plans for the day an' it's clear you need something good and stiff to help you get your mornin' goin... why don't you come back to my place and let me take care of that for ya," he offered with another playful smirk, "i can, at least, make you a better coffee than this."

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"Your dick tastes better than this coffee." Grim warned the other man before he took a sip of his own, his sleepy eyes narrowed and the ocelot looked around for a place to pour out the foul liquid. Too weak and watery for his liking he would kill for a real cup in that moment. It was early morning, and he was doing a walk of shame back to his place when he decided to stop for something to drink.

He had already seen Rowan naked so what was the harm in talking to him now? "Shoulda been out at the bar last night, could have gone home with you instead of the two pump chump I ended up with. How's it hanging cowboy?" the omega stretched and yawned.

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"oh i completely agree, unfortunately they are a bit lost and don't know how to keep up with the changing times. so many new faces are coming to new haven, moving in and making this their home, they are desperate to make it feel modern like the world outside of our little bubble." he was lying through his teeth, there were no insane new policies or attempts at modernization but the vampire was keeping the bit going, if you will, because he still had a plan to try and use it to his favor; to try and have a bit of fun with finlay. "i've done questionable things in my past as well, likely much worse than what you've done, so don't worry about me judging you. if anything, knowing that about you makes me like you a bit more." he admitted with another toothy grin.

"i've been alive long enough to get used to it. well, it still annoys me mind you but at least now i can stomach it without immediately wanting to rip their throats out with my teeth." he admitted with an almost nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "though it might have been nice if you had been there, getting to see you shift and go after them sounds like it could have been fun." moving away from the other, he crouched down behind the bar and began reorganizing the bottles of liquor, pulling out any empty bottles so they could get them replaced, though every few seconds he kept turning to look over his shoulder at finlay as he worked; for whatever reason, elgin couldn't stop looking at him. "speaking of biting, i am a bit thirst. usually i can get a snack out of a customer but we've been a bit slower tonight than usual and i can already tell the one drunk we do have isn't going to taste good at all... have you ever been, well, bitten?"

"Well, not to speak ill of the owner or that but I think they should keep this place as is. The traditional pub setting is very much a great feel. It sorta reminds me of home." Back home being Scotland. If it wasn't clear to Elgin with his accent. The weredog sighed as he looked around the bar. All glasses clear except for the one that the last remaining punter had. "I mean, I can't lie. I may have done some...things, that I may not have been proud of but hey, I needed the cash and it paid well." It was how he could afford a nice little apartment in the town.

Grabbing a dishtowel, the omega began to wipe down the surface of the bar that had some spills on it. He could sense the other's eyes on him but he didn't mind. From the little time he had spent with the other, he found him rather enjoyable. He was helpful to him plus he was hot as fuck. A win win for him. "That must have sucked. Alphas man. Think they can tease us omegas. Pfft. If I had been here, I'd may have shifted and bit a few of them."

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"that is a fair point but, hey, i'm not the one calling the shots around here. we have a lot of asinine policies around here that feel more aligned with a club. i think they are trying to keep up with the times," he mused. cocking his brow, he let his head tilt to the side with pursed lips at the mention of being able to pay for finlay to clean things while being shirtless. "you know, when you originally told me you were a freelance worker i simply assumed you were basically from a temp agency. now you're just starting to sound like a glorified escort." he teased. "--but i'll have to keep that in mind in case i ever need help cleaning my place up." see, it was moments like this that made the vampire enjoy these slow nights. he could actually hold a conversation and flirt with finlay rather than having to practically ignore him in favor of tending to a crowded bar full of patrons. "careful, give me that kind of power and you'll never wear a shirt again." he mused with a lick of his lips and a loose smirk.

relaxing against the bar counter, he let out a soft sigh and watched the other work. the one patron they had was still nursing the same beer while they rambled on the phone, paying finlay and elgin little to no mind; the vampire could have found something else to do but, for now, he was enjoying letting the other distract him. "oh, it was horrible. i was absolutely soaked, didn't have a change of clothes, and i had to spend the entire night listening to alpha after alpha make some poor attempt at a joke about how wet i was for them. it was painful."

"I'd expect something like that to happening in a more club like setting. Here. Not so much." He playfully responded back as he gave the other a smile. "If people wanna see me clean shirtless then they just gotta hire me to do so. I am a freelancer after all." The weredog winked. To be fair, he had done it before. Nothing happened afterwards but he got paid handsomely for it. "and besides, if you wanna see me shirtless. You just gotta ask."

Following the bartender's instructions, he set the glasses in and closed the door. He was genuinely surprised that it did just start like the other had said. It felt weird that it would but who was he to comment on it. Turning to face Elgin, he found himself chuckling at the end of his story. "You did? That would have been hilarious to see."

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"mhmm, it's a new policy they just started," he continued his playful, and in his opinion harmless, teasing. "something about wanting to show off our bartenders and give people a treat, watching you flex and all while you clean the glasses by hand." pity he didn't make himself sound more believable. finlay almost seemed gullible enough to have gone along with it and, well, no one would have complained about that. chuckling under his breath, that toothy grin still showing flashes of his fangs, he set the shaker down he'd been holding and walked over to join the other at the dishwasher.

"it's actually fairly straight forward. pull the door open and load everything in," he explained as he moved to lean against the bar counter, arms crossing over his chest as he kept his attention on finlay, "and once you shut the door it automatically runs on it's own. you don't have to push a button or anything. you do, though, want to give it a least three minutes or so to go through the whole cycle-- i've made the mistake of opening it too soon and wound up soaked. that was a long night."

The bar seemed rather cosy. To an extent. Though he was here on a night that wasn't busy. He wasn't sure how things were when it was. Maybe it didn't have the cosy vibe. Either way, he was enjoying himself and he was thankful for Elgin for giving him some tips when it came to pouring pints. Could he see himself doing this work more. Perhaps not but that wouldn't stop him from helping out when he could.

"My shirt? Policy?" Finlay uttered out in response. "How...how does that help me clean them?" He tilted his head in thought. Was he to use his shirt to wipe the glasses or was it so the water didn't splash in his shirt? Or was Elgin just teasing him. Either way, he smiled as he set the glasses down near the dishwasher. "I don't have a change of clothes with me so best just to let the machine do it." He began to place the tumblers in, back to Elgin. "How do you turn it on?"

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even when it wasn't busy, the vampire loved working the bar at pantheon. while he wasn't the most fond of remedial labor, he did come from a comfortable life in the lap of luxury after all, he always loved getting his hands dirty; he loved having something to do to keep him occupied. idle hands and all that. he especially enjoyed the slow nights like this one because, well, it allowed him more time to focus on gossiping with the people that darkened his barstools and, on occasion, allowed him to snack on his distractions as well.

unfortunately tonight he wasn't working on his own. the manager, for lack of a better word, managed to sucker some freelance worker into helping out behind the bar-- and as much as he would have preferred to handle things on his own, at least his help was attractive; maybe having him around wasn't the worst thing after all.

"oh, to clean the glasses you have to take your shirt off. company policy," he teased as he glanced over at finlay with a playful, toothy grin. "or, if you're more the modest type, you can keep your shirt on and just use the dishwasher we have beneath the bar," he explained with a nod of his head towards the unit tucked into the corner of the bar beneath the shelves. "it's easier when it's slow but it's best to get into a habit of washing them ourselves in general because if you take those glasses to the kitchen? if we're lucky we will see them again in two hours, but nine times out of ten they never make it back to the bar."

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These days, Finlay never really knew what his days would be like. They often never started out the same and they never ended up that way either. It was a life of mystery, which sure was a little anxiety inducing but he liked to think it kept him on his toes. So, here he was. What had started as him going to the pantheon for a drink, was now him working a shift behind the bar. That was the life of a freelancer. He seen they were down staff and so he offered his help. Now, bartending was not something he did often. He could most likely count on one hand how many times he had done it.

Thankfully the bar didn't seem too busy that night and so he was able to pour the drinks out fine without any pressure. Going around the bar, he filled a tray with empty glasses and came back around to the bar were he approached the other bartender working. "Where should I put these to get washed, Elgin? There are quite a lot."

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he could understand english, for the most part, but it took more of his concentration to really make sense of what people were saying to him. he had a grasp for the language and, honestly, if he tried he could easily get a handle for it but unfortunately even if it would make his life here easier he was just too stubborn. he didn't want to give up his tongue, his language; he didn't want to give up his home; he didn't want to accept that this was his world now.

looking up at the other next to him, still running their mouth, a heavy sigh escaped him as he forced himself to actually pay attention so he could figure out what they were rambling about. why were the attractive ones always so mouthy.

freezing in place as the other began to sing, the tension began to release in his posture as he relaxed and listened. the other's voice washed over him in a warm, comforting wave as he used the power of his voice to bridge the gap of understanding between them. raen was well aware of what their voices were capable of, it had just been so long since he had heard another sing; let alone sing to him. "ᛗᚨᚤᛒᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᛞᛟ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚾᛖᛖᛞ ᚨ ᛗᛟᚢᛏᚺᚠᚢᛚ ᚨᚠᛏᛖᚱ ᚨᛚᛚ*" he teased, a loose smirk forming on his lips, as he reclined back into his seat and looked at the other next to him. "s-so you-- you are not looking for-- for-- cock then," he mumbled, grimacing through it all as if the pronunciation of each word caused him physical discomfort. "shame. you--" he grunted, "beautiful."

Adnan was too self-conscious to have faith in his performances. It wasn't about talent, he knew he had that. Being an artist was about ability. If his voice didn't transport listeners to a world of his creation, then the performance was a failure.

That was all he wanted, to see if his stage time was worth the time of the crowd. Adnan didn't think there was anything wrong with asking the merman next to him while he waited for his order.

"I'm ... sorry?" From his shocked and hurt expression, one would think that Adnan could actually understand him. He didn't, he merely responded to the aggression, whimpering slightly as his entire frame trembled against the bar. "I didn't know you spoke ... well, that we don't speak the same language. You probably don't understand me ... I can't understand you. Uh..." Adnan's instincts always helped him know when he was at risk. They didn't need to speak the same language for the omega to sense that his presence was entirely unwelcome to others. Luckily, he spoke the universal language of music and, in an attempt to express himself in a way that may diffuse the situation, Adnan released a melody from his twisting gut. There were no lyrics, only runs up and down the scale. It was a song that swirled and flowed like the ocean waves, an impromptu composition exclusively for the stranger.

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forced out of the group home against his own will-- something about not being such a grouch and actually integrating himself into the community that had taken him in or some other bullshit like that-- the merman was trying to play along and enjoy the festivities that were currently littering the streets. he didn't care much for what it was about, he wasn't touched by the moon like so many other's were, but even he could appreciate a hero's sacrifice; even if it was just from some lumbering land mass like a bear. a hero is a hero.

he already wasn't known for having the best temperament and, well, the people working the food booth he regretfully stopped at seemed as if they only wanted to make it worse. "ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᚨᚱᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛋᛏᚨᚾᛞᛁᚾᚷ*?" his voice was a low, frustrated grumble as he glared at the person behind the counter while pointing at the food he wanted. "give." he even put his stubbornnes on pause just long enough to try speaking english and yet they still wanted to act as if they couldn't understand.

in an act of frustration, he turned away from the booth to look for someone that could help him; even though he had no intention of really asking. reaching out as someone caught his attention, and came close enough to him, the merman grabbed the pretty little thing and pulled him over to stand next to him at the food booth. he didn't know what a bearclaw was, or if it was even good, but he was hungry and he wasn't about to walk away now without it. "get... me," he growled, using english again, as he looked at the man he was forcing to help him; his left hand squeezing tight around the blonde's bicep as his right hand pointed at the themed pastry.

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the omega was beautiful in general-- the elf believed the other could have been fully clothed, face even hidden behind a mask, and they would still be mesmerizing-- but there was something about getting him like this, about feeling those nails dig into his back and mark his skin as he cursed and begged, that made him look even better; that made him absolutely intoxicating to the alpha currently servicing him.

fully aroused in his own regard, he kept working his mouth over lux-- moaning around his length as he kept it sheathed in the wet warmth of his throat-- eager to help the other reach that peak of pleasure and unravel in his mouth. alton wanted to taste him; he needed to. feeling the other tense against his tongue, the elf took that as his cue that the other was close but rather than pulling away he swallowed him deep; wanting not to waste any of it.

It was rare that Lux was on the receiving end of this, and as such, he wasn't entirely prepared for the onslaught of pleasure he was suddenly feeling. His head fell back again as Alton worked, mouth open and eyes closed, broken moans escaping him as his hand slid up and down the locker it rested on. He was trying to keep still, but his body wanted to writhe under Alton's ministrations. "Fuck, please," he wasn't even sure what he was asking for, what he was close to even begging for, just that he needed everything the other was offering to him.

"Oh, fuck, o-oh-" he couldn't stop himself from clawing at Alton's back again. Lux was close, too close, and he didn't know how else to warn the other. "I-I'm-" he tried, but the words fell away from him, his body tensing as the alpha sucked him off.

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"i wouldn't mind that. there are a few here, i'm sure, that would argue i need to get out more." he half joked with pursed lips. "i understand that i don't have to pay you, as strange as a concept that is, but most people i've encountered so far still care for some sort of trade," alton explained as he watched the other pack away the bow for him in a sleeve to carry it. "but if you're sure, then, thank you. suppose i'll see you around sometime." taking the package, he lingered for a moment before offering a weak half smile and nod of his head before excusing himself and making his way back out onto the street.

“Thank you, maybe one day you can see me play” said River politely, although he thought it unlikely as the band was a hobby and they didn't perform outside of his parents' garage “I understand” he laughed due to the joke made by Alton. He took the bow from the other man's hands and packed it carefully and then handed it to him “nothing, you can just take it, that's how things work in New Haven” he shrugged “have a good night” he said coming back to the counter and again picking up the magazine to read.

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he could feel the other's hesitation. honestly, he understood not wanting to help and while it might have left him stuck he would have understood if the other had completely ignored him and kept walking; or, at least, turned around and told him they couldn't help. the honesty, as blunt as it was, was a bit unexpected but appreciated. another fairy. "well, for what it's worth, i appreciate you stopping even though you didn't want to. i owe you for agreeing to help." he answered with a soft smile.

moving to get off the loveseat that they needed to, well, move cj found himself sinking back into the cushions with a dumbfounded look of defeat on his face. taking off the legs made sense, as did the cushions, but he never once stopped to consider simply flying it into his apartment. in fact, now that the other had mentioned it, there was probably some sort of magic they could use to make it even easier.

"i didn't even consider flying," he admitted honestly. in his defense, his parents weren't fae and as much as he loved them and the life they allowed him, being raised so far disconnected from his birthright and his species often left cj forgetting what he was; and what he was capable of. "i'm not sure if it will fit through the window, i didn't think to measure for that, but that would be easiest wouldn't it?"

Leo paused when the other man finally spoke, he had been walking by and seen the need but honestly- hadn't felt like exerting himself much so he was casually going to stroll past and not make eye contact. Unfortunately for him his gamble did not pay off. He should have known he was terrible at gambling- the whole only truth thing made it hard. "I am not busy, I really just didn't want to help you. But since you asked, I will help you."

Leo's body was a vanity project, not something meant for hard labor. A sigh came from him as he eyed the loveseat. "Do the legs come off? Every bit of weight you can take off it will make it easier. Cushions too. We can always fly it up through a window."

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as humiliating as it was to be called out so accurately, especially while the alpha was balls deep inside of him, there was nothing iain could do to argue or try to defend what might have been left of his honor. tristan was one hundred percent right. the witch wasn't even in heat so he couldn't really blame his gender for how compliant he had made himself; for how easily he had lent himself to be used. he loved this. "tristan--" managing the other's name, the witch practically spat it out with a loud, needy whimper as the vampire pulled out of him entirely just so he could push back into the omega; just so he could use the omega's own body against him, and highlight just how desperate he was with the way he squelched around the alpha's cock as it slid back into him. falling back into a broken pattern of whimpering, mewling breaths as his head was turned to make him look back at tristan as he was fucked, the omega's eyes fluttered he shuddered around the vampire.

"p-please..." he begged, softly, as he was railed against the ground. digging his own hands into the ground, so he had something to hold onto as tristan punctuated each taunting word with a hard, demanding thrust into him, the omega found himself getting closer and closer to his own edge only to suddenly feel empty. "please tr-tristan," it was a bit easier for him to find his words now that the alpha's cock wasn't inside of him, fucking him speechless. blushing at the thought of being left like this, slick still spilling out of his mound as the alpha shifted around to rest his cock in the valley of iain's cheeks, he lifted his head a bit as he looked back over his shoulder at the man behind him. as he did as he was told and begged. "please don't leave me like this. please i-- i need a strong alphe to use and knot me. i need your knot. please, sir," he whined, "breed me deep. knot me... please don't leave me like this..."

He could smell the arousal pouring out of Iain now, and it made Tristan laugh. A cold, cruel sound as he thrust himself fully into the other and then froze, giving a small jerk of the other's hair and laughing again. "You fuckin' love this, don't you? Holy shit, you're drippin', I can feel it," to enunciate this fact, he pulled out and then thrust right back in, the squelch enough proof to make him laugh just one more time. "No, baby, you can't help yourself. You're just a needy little omega, aren't you? Desperate for a strong alpha's knot?" He pulled out again, and thrust back in again. "Fuckin' beg for it, then." Tristan growled, his fangs out now as he sneered, making sure to pull Iain's hair to the side a bit so he was forced to turn his face a little towards the vampire.

"Beg. For. Your. Knot." He hissed, each word enunciated with a sharp thrust, the hand not tangled in Iain's hair now gripping tightly to his hip, keeping it held down against the hard ground. "Or maybe I'll just fuckin' leave you like this. Drippin' onto the floor, naked and cold. Maybe another alpha will find you and take pity on you," he pulled out completely, though his hands held Iain in place. Slowly, gently he let his cock rest on Iain's ass, grinding lightly against it, looking down to watch it twitch against the plump flesh. "Up to you, darlin'."

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he had never considered himself to be prudish but the way bronston was speaking so plainly, and so openly, about such an intimate subject had the fairy blushing quite a bit as he listened; especially as the man leaned in to take another sniff at him. "i-- am honestly unsure of what to say to that." he answered slow, his voice and words almost hesitant. "thank you," cj added on as he considered everything the professor had just said about him should be taken as a compliment.

"since you think the study would be incomplete without me, what times are you available for me to come in for the... application. i am assume we would need to head to your office, or whatever facility you are using for this study?" the fairy questioned. "surely you aren't running this study out here on the street..."

Bronston was aware that breeding with vampires, at least for him, was completely out of the question. He may have had a rainbow smattering of the various species in New Haven when he gathered his many adult children for family dinners, but no vampires among their ranks. Still, even though he'd never carry a cute little fang baby in his womb, Bronston knew they tasted as good as anyone.

"Oh yes, sniffing you out was just the first step. I trust my nose, and it's telling me that the study would be incomplete without you included in the sample pool," he says, leaning in closer as if to confirm his findings. He really just wanted to take another deep whiff. Younger men were delectable to a silver fox like him. "Yep. You meet all the criteria. Young, virile, slick as sweet as any fairy's with cum to match I'm sure. All I would need else for your application are a few samples. I'd collect them myself, of course."

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yes, sometimes he was a tease. even though you could argue that he wasn't in control, because he was giving rather than receiving, one thing alton still got off on was how good he made his partners fell; and as much as lux was trying, he was all but failing to hide how the alpha was currently making him feel. it almost made him taste sweeter; sound sweeter; smell sweeter as he struggled to keep himself quiet and in control of himself.

if his mouth hadn't been a bit preoccupied, he would have smirked when he finally managed to get that loud moan out of lux. slowly pulling back, taking his time, he stopped when only the tip was between his lips. teasingly swirling his tongue over the sensitive glans, he then fell forward again; once again taking lux all the way down to the base. working himself into a new rhythm, slowly pulling his mouth back to the tip before quickly dropping back down to deep throat him, there was no longer any reason for the omega to try and quiet himself as the wet sounds of the alpha's eager sucking echoed off the walls around them.

"You're a tease!" Lux could have cried, but he tried to keep himself from speaking too loudly, unsure how Alton would react to them being overheard by someone else in the shop. It had been empty when they'd come back here, but Lux was pretty sure it was still within business hours.

His fingers were still digging into the seat underneath him, and he let his head fall back, sucking his own lower lip into his mouth as Alton continued working only the half of his cock. He whimpered quietly, but when Alton finally took him into his mouth fully, Lux couldn't stop himself from moaning, loudly, hips twitching and hands letting go of the bench. Immediately they sought purchase elsewhere, one scratching at Alton's back and the other slapping flat against the lockers next to them. "Oh, my God," he moaned again, eyes fluttering shut.

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he was after a quick release. even as pretty as the other was, raen didn't bring him back home with him so they could take their time getting to know each other. he was pent up and needing something warm to sink himself into; something warm to take his knot. though even as impatient as he was, he had to admit the other was good; he knew what he was doing. his touch had felt good roaming over the merman's body and, now that he was on his knees, his touch felt even better as he teased and mouthed at the shape of raen's hardening arousal; earning the boy a groan of approval from the alpha as his hand slid up the side of the other's face before settling to rest atop his head.

"ᛞᛟ ᚾᛟᛏ ᛒᛖ ᛋᚺᚤ, ᛋᚺᛟᚹ ᛗᛖ ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᛗᛟᚢᛏᚺ ᚲᚨᚾ ᛞᛟ.*" his tone took on a graveled, rough, and breathy texture as he let his head fall back; enjoying the way the other felt against him. "go on...," he urged in english as he continued to harden, the thin layer of briefs keeping the omega from his prize now starting to struggle to keep him confined.

It seemed to take nothing at all for Lux to get drunk, he was finding. A few drinks and he was silly, giggling at everything and touching strangers. Not that he worked very hard at not touching strangers regularly, but it was definitely worse tonight. When someone dragged him home with them, he'd found it merely amusing, and his hands were all over Raen before they'd even gotten inside.

Though he much preferred the bare skin he was able to see and feel once the door shut behind them. Lux's hands slowed as they wandered Raen's body, his face moving to bury itself in the alpha's neck, breathing him in, his own body reacting in turn.

As his neck was gripped, he gasped in excitement, eyeing Raen closely and smiling when the hand moved and he received instructions. Nodding, he dropped to his knees, smile dissipating a bit before his gaze moved from Raen's face to the bulge in front of his own. Lux bit his lip, his hands moving to pull at the pants so they were out of his way, and he leaned forward to mouth at the bulge, now only separated from the tongue working against it by a thin layer of briefs.

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he was often the first to pipe up and call out alpha's for treating him and his fellow omega's as if they were nothing more than breeding stock but, like a true hypocrite, he also seemed to get drunk off of how good it felt to be treated like breeding stock. toes already curling as a mewling, whining sound of pleasure escaped him on the exhale, the omega lurched forward on the ground as tristan snapped into him again; a trail of goosebumps peppering his skin and chasing after the other's touch, and scratches, as tristan dragged his hand up iain's back and to his neck.

gasping as his hair gripped and his head was pulled back, he continued to stumble over his words and thoughts as each demanding slam of the alpha's hips into him forced a sharp, whimpered breath from the witch every time the other bottomed out inside him. "i-- no-- yes-- yes--" he stammered through moans as he was called a whore; his warm, velvety walls held tight around tristan's cock, the omega's lips quivering around him as he produced more and more slick, making it easier for the alpha to take him. "i-- couldn't help-- can't help myself." he tried to explain, his mind gone as he felt tristan's body against his back, as he was held up and arched into him, only for the alpha to pull back again so he could continue his onslaught with more leverage. "i like-- this-- you-- fuck-- feel good..."

Tristan wouldn't admit how long it had been since he'd felt the warm heat of another, especially during a rut. It almost awed him, the feeling of it. The way the body underneath him reacted, and the stammering voice of the soft little omega underneath him. As he snapped his hips forward again, one of his hands moved over Iain's ass and up the middle of his back, nails scratching up the back of his neck before raking through his hair. And then he was gripping, tightly, and pulling Iain's head back.

As he pulled, he leaned his own body forward, thrusts becoming shallow as he blanketed Iain's back with his own chest, his lips reaching the other's ear as he held tightly to his hair. "You feel so fuckin' good," he growled to the other, keeping his voice low so only Iain would hear. "You always this open for strangers? Ready to bend over at a moment's notice, yeah? Fuckin' whore." He was saying it before he could stop himself, self-control gone as he lifted his chest just enough to give himself better leverage again, snapping his hips a little faster.