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Noah's muscles relaxed under Valentin's careful attention, hardly used to someone taking so much time and effort with him. He was both impatient for the vampire's cock and wanting to just enjoy the experience, getting lost in the pleasure of it. The tenor of his sounds changed at the added finger and it was only when he felt Valentin's blunt teeth and the change in his rhythm that he realised what must have happened. Panting, he chuckled and turned his head to the side. "Yeah? Can't say I'm sorry about that..." Noah did manage to find the remote and notch it down a bit, to one of the lower setting just to give Valentin a break for a moment at least.

The cambion was about to ask if Valentin was finally going to fuck him when he got the second finger instead, face falling back against the sheets and eyes closing at the feeling. He cried out and jerked when Valentin found his prostate, shuddering and gasping at the merciless attention. "Fuck if you don't...don't stop I'm gonna cum..." The words came out in a stuttered rush, a warning and a plea at the same time and since Valentin didn't let up he did finish, shuddering and rocking back against the fingers, hips jerking and making even more of a mess of the bed.

He took a moment to recover, almost a little surprised that the councilman had brought him off with just his mouth and fingers and shifted slightly to also get out of the wet spot. Noah looked over his shoulder, eyes glazed in pleasure but still wanting more. "Hope you're still gonna fuck me. And I want your fangs in me too..." He bit his lip. "At the same time sounds good." He smirked. "I can crank this back up if you need the motivation..." Noah trailed off and reached for the remote, turning it up more to mid range from low, just to make sure Valentin was still getting painfully turned on.

He'd nearly gotten used to the vibrator as he spent a good few minutes using his mouth and tongue on Noah. He could feel his hole becoming pliant under his ministrations and sought to further it. He used the slick of his saliva to work in his middle finger, sliding it in and out while his tongue slipped around his rim. Just as he rotated his hand to try and go for Noah's sweet spot, the vibrator kicked up that notch and it was too much. Valentin turned his head and grunted through clenched teeth, trying not to bite at Noah's pert ass cheek, hips rucking down against the bed for friction as he came.

He cursed in Spanish when the height of the pleasure passed and then he did bite at Noah's butt cheek. He used blunt teeth to nip at him a few times, grumbling under his breath as he lifted his hips to get out of the wet spot.

"Your goal succeeded," he grit out, still trying to deal with the intense vibrations. He shifted to rest his forehead against the dimples in Noah's lower back, huffing out. His cock was still painfully hard despite coming and he wanted relief, wanted to bury himself in Noah's warm hole badly. But Valentin was not so desperate as to rush this, still wanting to prep Noah. He slid in that second finger, pumping slowly until he twisted his hand against to find his prostate and rub against it without mercy.

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Well, at least they'd figured out that mystery. Noah shrugged at the other man's puzzlement over who would do it. "Doesn't need to be a reason during Spring Mischief. Could be that someone just picked up a wand and you were the random person they hit with it. Shit like that happens all the time." Noah thought there might have been a hesitation in Ravi's words when he was explaining how he and Taliesin knew each other but Noah didn't care that much so he ignored it. "Must be random, then. Ah well. Guess you get to hang here for a while." To Noah, that wasn't so bad though he supposed if Ravi worked at the clinic he was used to being more free than this and it might be a shock. At least he seemed less annoying than Taliesin. At the question, Noah tilted his head, thinking. "Uh, that one? I think it's a day or two? Most spells are a day at least. Some are three. Can't remember that one exactly." The cambion laughed at the second question. "You don't but trouble's the whole point of this thing. It's fun, or usually it's fun. Get to do all kindsa wacky shit, hook up with people you might not normally, fuck around and find out in all kindsa different ways." Maybe it was weird but Noah liked the chaos of it, it suited him.

It wasn't exactly a helpful response, but at least the stranger actually seemed to believe Soren now. Step one, out of the way. "Yes!" He exclaimed, relief all over his (Taliesin's?) face, "Body-swapped, exactly, thank you. I have no idea who would, or why, but..." Maybe it was worth being more concerned about. The whole scenario smacked of someone knowing more than they should deciding to toy with them. Soren would almost suspect Stigr, if he didn't think the councilman would've been present when he'd woken up if that was the case to enjoy the fruits of his mischief. "We - know each other, yeah. I saw him down at the clinic a few times." He really didn't need to go any deeper than that. Soren's face pinched at Noah's assertion that Stigr would clock him in an instant and the worst part was that he didn't even think the other was wrong. "You wouldn't happen to know how long this lasts, would you? This whole damn event seems excessively stupid," The frustration was starting to creep into his voice as he bundled Taliesin's robe more tightly around himself, "How do you possibly survive it without getting into serious trouble?"

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"Oh yeah? Like what?" He got the questions out just before Dante kissed him and he was happy to return it, the friction between them exciting him even more and making him moan. It felt different, sure, being in someone else's body but still good. He held the kiss for a long moment, licking into his mouth and deepening it as he stroked them before he pulled back just a little to speak. "Don't need prep, do you?" Noah thought he remembered something about omega wolves not needing it and that was just as well. As much as he wanted to keep rocking his hips, he wanted to be inside him more so he moved his hand and dragged Dante's pants down and off before he lined up and pressed into him, groaning and pressing his face into his neck. He slid in easily and his breath stuttered as he bottomed out. "So ready for me." He teased, biting at his jaw as he snapped his hips hard as if to prove it.

Dante knew it was probably silly wanting to know the other man's actual name, but he just didn't think it was right to call the other man by Bastion. At least it didn't seem like Noah minded all that much, since the werewolf found himself pinned down underneath the other slave. There was a little smile on his lips as Dante rolled his hips up, one hand moving to curl against the other slave's back, his lips parting in a low moan. He had to wonder about how much the other man's decisions were being influenced by the body he was currently in, knowing that when he'd swapped with Bastion he'd felt far more comfortable being on top. "Lots of things I might have to do to you." Dante muttered, one hand curling in Noah's hair to pull him down into a kiss.

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Adrasia took instruction well, going where he was guided and doing what Noah had asked him to do. The cambion was already drunk but the heat between them was going to his head in a similar way, swirling with the alcohol to put him in a haze of pleasure and need, a need he very much hoped the angel was going to help him fill. Maybe he wouldn't as he seemed to stall when Noah made his suggestion but Noah looked at him with eyes glazed with pleasure and drink, hoping he'd listen. It would be good for both of them, he knew it would, and Adrasia so clearly needed it too that Noah couldn't understand why he'd possibly deny them both.

Noah wasn't sure if it was the kiss that did it or Adrasia's own need but he finally agree and Noah let out a breath against his lips, smiling as he nodded. "I do. I need you so bad." He took his hand off Adrasia's but didn't move the angel's, he just needed both his hands. Soon enough he'd gotten his shorts enough out of the way and tugged Adrasia's robes open enough that he slid onto his lap just like he'd said, lining up and sinking slowly down onto Adrasia's cock. Noah's head fell back with a groan as he was filled, the pain and stretch barely registering in his haze as he closed his eyes and rocked down slowly until he took him all in. Panting, his eyes fluttered open, arms sliding around Adrasia's neck as he kissed him again, moaning into it as he rolled his hips slowly. "Thank you." He breathed. "Feel so good..."

To the best he could, Adrasia listened. His focus felt blurred around the edges but his eyes were still intent on Noah's as the cambion guided his hand, trying to follow his instructions even as his face burned hot in reaction to the words. Pressed close as they were, it was so easy to feel Noah's body respond when he mimicked the gesture, rubbing gently over the tender slit at the very tip of Noah's cock, holding him a little tighter with his other hand when the other slave jerked against him. It was hypnotic to watch Noah as he rolled his hips into the celestial's fist. Adrasia almost missed the words he was saying, dragging his lips along Noah's neck, but his pace stuttered inevitably as they registered and he nearly stopped breathing entirely.

"Noah..." Adrasia managed, strained and shocked, though he didn't stop stroking him. He had said he wanted to please the other slave and he would. He felt nearly compelled to. It would be easy, what Noah described in that lusty tone, there was no mistaking the angel's own arousal beneath the loose folds of his costume. He had been so ready to ignore it completely, just another symptom of the unnatural fever engulfing his body and Adrasia's mind seemed to twist in on itself madly, seeking arguments how he could give the cambion what he wanted, why he absolutely shouldn't. Noah sounded like it would nearly hurt him to be denied. Adrasia surrendered to that forceful kiss with a weak groan, realizing even as his eyes slid shut that he'd lost this battle the second he invited the other slave onto his side of the booth. "Alright," He whispered against Noah's lips, barely legible, his fingertips digging into the cambion's bare back, "Alright - if you truly..." It was almost too much to finish the sentence. Adrasia couldn't make himself tug as his robes but he squeezed at Noah's waist, trying to kiss him again with a quiet desperation.

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Noah wasn't really warming to this kind of dancing, constantly glancing down at his feet to make sure he was at least kind of doing it right. He'd been right, it was complicated, though Bastion made it look easy leading them like he was. Still, Noah stumbled a little at times and it likely didn't help that he was focused whatever was going on with Bastion. It started to fade, either because he'd drawn attention to it or whatever had caused the jealousy was gone, but Noah still wanted an answer.

Bastion played dumb and Noah frowned a little, though he took the kiss and managed not to fuck up the spin before he was pulled back against the hellhound. Noah didn't know what that pet name meant, had never asked, but he liked the sound of it. It was easier just to accept it that way then try to ask questions about it. Likely it was just another sexy kind of nickname or something. "I'm not a fuckin' idiot, man." The cambion figured he needed to point that out, giving Bastion a look to show he didn't buy this brush off...but Noah also wasn't sure he wanted to push it. Talking about feelings got him in trouble more often than not and he hated doing it, his or other people's. It was better just to leave things simple because it was safe.

Noah sighed and let it go, leaning close against Bastion since they were pressed together, rocking his hips against him in a bit of a grind which was not part of this old timey dance but Noah wasn't very good at it anyway. "You're damn right I am. Dancin' all you're gonna do with me?" He didn't let Bastion answer before he leaned in for a kiss.

He tried not to think of Dante and Magnai. He was with Noah and he liked Noah, probably more than he should. There were things he and Noah shared that he doubted anybody else could really relate to and he had worked so hard to even begin to crack Noah's shell that he kept around himself. He didn't want to throw it away, invested in the younger man. But Dante... He'd known Dante for so long. He knew for certain that he was in love with him, would do anything for him to keep him safe and happy. He was caught between a rock and a hard place and he did not like it.

Bastion arranged them and began to guide Noah through the steps. He kept his focus on his dance partner but Noah still called him on that blip of jealousy that was still simmering. He immediately tried to tamp it down. He didn't want anybody to find out about his fledgling bond with Dante, much less Noah. He wasn't willing to lose everything he had right now because at present, he had them both. Selfish? Yes. But he was an unrepentant glutton.

"What do you mean?" he asked with a grin, leaning in to steal a kiss before spinning Noah expertly. He pulled him back into position, tucked a little closer to his body than would normally call for in a dance like this one but he didn't care. "Nothing's up, tesoro. I'm just dancing with a handsome mother fucker is all."

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"I'll bet you did, big guy, but I don't think the clothes had anything to do with it. Your clothes, anyway. Maybe their corsets." He'd heard corsets were tight and that they made it hard to breathe or something but he didn't know much more about them. Noah's smile only widened as he felt Bastion flex under his hand and gripped him tighter for a moment. He did love that ass and how fucking firm it was though there wasn't really anything about Bastion's body he didn't like. Noah loosened his grip a moment later and slid his hand up to the small of Bastion's back instead, keeping it there for the moment.

Bastion tugged him closer and Noah went easily, leaning into that broad chest. He was about to say something else when Bastion's energy flared, all angry and jealous. Given that Noah fed on negative emotions he was far more attuned to noticing them in others and that was a very sudden shift in Bastion's. He pulled back a little and frowned, about to ask when Bastion just started leading him out onto the dance floor. "Never been a very good student." He quipped, absently tossing the cane away behind him so he wouldn't have to deal with it while dancing. Noah figured he could find it later.

On the dance floor, he got into some silly position, putting his arms where Bastion wanted them and starting to try and follow the ridiculous steps but it was still niggling at him, the whole jealous and angry thing that apparently had no source. "Hey, somethin' up with you? You got all weird there." It hadn't totally died down either but Noah didn't think it was something he'd done so he was kind of lost as to what had happened.

He couldn't help but laugh a little at Noah's grumpiness. Apparently the outfit was not as appreciated by Noah as it was by Bastion. He had lived through his stuff before and he knew what to look for as far as finding someone attractive in the layers. It was all in the shape of someone, not just seeing their bare skin. It was the tantalizing allure, the question of what they looked like underneath. Yeah, he knew what Noah looked like naked already but he wouldn't mind unwrapping him like a present.

"I made ladies swoon all the time. It probably had something to do with their corsets too, but I like to think I'm suave," he grinned. Bastion arched an eyebrow and grinned broadly as Noah grabbed a handful of his ass and purposely flexed his ass muscles under his grip. His strength might be sapped because of the collar but he still had the muscles he worked for, including his ass muscles.

He tugged Noah close and lowered his head to nose against his hair but something across the ballroom caught his eyes. He recognized Dante from a mile away and saw that his mate was looking his way. He was about to try and catch his eyes to wink at him but the bottom of his stomach dropped out when he saw who Dante was talking to. Fucking Magnai. The other alpha in the castle. He'd smelled Magnai on Dante before and though he and the master had never met formally, he knew that he hated him. He hated another alpha touching his Dante, making Dante weak in the knees.

His hand came up to stroke down the back of Noah's head before he finally ripped his gaze away. He and Dante agreed to try not to make their forming bond obvious but it didn't stop the jealousy from rising. Bastion wanted to do something but he knew he couldn't storm across the ballroom and yank Dante away from Magnai. He didn't want to leave Noah, either so he'd distract himself with dancing with the cambion.

"You can grind on me all you want," Bastion replied easily, pulling back to look Noah in the eyes, giving him his full attention. "C'mon. I'll teach you." He started to guide Noah to the dance floor.

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"At least we both think these clothes suck." They could definitely complain about it together. Seeing Manny tugging at his necktie had Noah messing with his which was already a little messed up since he'd done it a couple times already. He was used to a collar but this on top of it was really pushing it. Noah didn't much like modern fancy clothes (at least not suits) and these were no different.

"I don't know that it's more comfortable. I'm dying to strip off like three layers." The cambion was not a man who wore many layers. Most previous events, before he'd been claimed, had seen him in the skimpiest outfits he could find and that had suited him much better. At least then everyone knew how hot he was. It didn't seem to be too awkward with Manny so far so that was good. "Not really. You know this stuck up shit isn't my kinda party." He sighed and tapped his cane on the ground a few times. The only thing he'd likely end up hitting with it was the floor anyway but at least it made a satisfying sound. "How 'bout you? Made anybody swoon yet?" Noah smirked at the slight tease.

Manny caught sight of Noah approaching and greeted him with a smile like nothing happened. Talking about feelings didn't change the status of their friendship or relationship nor did it change the depths of Noah's insecurities and unhealthy coping mechanisms that gated that progression into something more than friends. Perhaps Manny's mind worked a little too pragmatically for its own good in that regard.

"Yeah, I kind of hate it," he said with a breath of laughter, tugging at the cravat around his neck. "It feels too tight and constricting." He supposed that was better than being forced to show more skin than he wanted. Or shoved into a dress. Shockingly he only saw two slaves in this whole party wearing some kind of gown. He'd have expected a lot more from the masters in Krovs. Perhaps Regency attire for the ladies didn't lend itself to be sexy enough. Or the masters were losing creativity. "Yours looks good, more comfortable too. You enjoying yourself so far, Carmichael?"

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Noah had decided that the only way to cope with this stupid party was to get very drunk and he was well on his way. He'd kept hold of his that stupid cane Stigr was making him cart around but had settled in a chair at the edge of the ballroom, though sprawled was probably more accurate. The cane leaned against the wall near him and he had a glass of....something alcoholic in his hand, Noah didn't even remember now. He took another sip and it burned slightly so he took it as a win and decided it was worth drinking. His free hand tugged at the thingie tied around his throat and he'd probably fucked up how it was supposed to look by now but he definitely wanted it off. It seemed to be in too many knots or something though so he just hoped if he tugged on it enough it would come loose.

The cambion glanced up as someone in a very tight looking corset walked over to him. It actually looked pretty good, one of the only things outside of Bastion's leather that Noah had actually found sexy all night. His slightly glazed eyes lit up a little before the words registered. "Nah, I'm havin' a shit time." He shook his head but smirked at the suggestion. "Man, that'd be great. This fuckin' thing is gonna strangle me sooner or later." He gave another tug irritated tug at the neck cloth then left it alone, drained his glass, and surged to his feet. He stumbled a little but managed to get his balance. Apparently he'd been sitting longer than he realised since the alcohol rushed to his head and had made him dizzy but he was a pretty old hat at this and was fine soon enough. He set his drink glass down on the nearest surface. "We goin', or what?" He grinned at the other slave and took a few slightly unsteady steps away before he cursed and came back. "Can't forget the fancy fuckin' stick." He snatched it up and slung it against his shoulder like some kind of army guy with a gun. "There. Now we should go look for those scissors. Cuttin' you outta that might be a shame, though." He bit his lip slightly as he looked at that snatched waist again.

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Rune had been wandering. Well, he viewed it as wandering but really he was lapping around the walls of the ballroom, watching, listening, simply saving information that he felt might be useful to him in the future. He couldn’t sit comfortably even if he wanted to so he resorted to stalking around with a look on his face that screamed ‘fuck around and find out’.

Of course, the hybrid got bored. He always did, so when he spotted someone who looked almost as uncomfortable as he did, he made his way towards them. He didn’t know them, but he saw the collar, assumed he was claimed already and the dragon didn’t care. Money hardly meant anything to him therefore claims didn’t either, he couldn’t find wealth to be a sole reason to respect someone when he had been swimming in it before this damned place.

“You look like you’re having a grand time,” He greeted, almost empty glass in hand as he stopped and stood next to him, “I think if we hunt down scissors we could cut ourselves out of this shit. What do you think?”

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This was literally the least sexy party Krovs had ever thrown and Noah continued to be grumpy about it. Wasn't this a sex castle? Shouldn't all the masters want to show off all the hot bodies or their slaves and the castle want to advertise the unclaimed ones? Apparently not since this stupid party was about layers and too much clothing and was generally boring besides. Sure, Noah had had some interactions with people he liked but it was still irritating as fuck and he didn't feel nearly drunk enough yet to properly deal with it.

As if thinking of masters had summoned his, Stigr approached him and Noah sighed, looking down at the fancy stick and tossing it back and forth between his hands. "I haven't even hit one person! So yeah, I've been behavin' even if it's boring. Tell me no one ever actually really dressed like this and it's just like some stupid TV show thing?" He'd heard it was based on a TV show but it wasn't one he'd ever watched. Bastion seemed to have claimed that people had dressed like this but Noah struggled to believe it. Noah also wasn't going to mention that he'd nearly lost the cane when he'd danced with Bastion but he'd obviously retrieved it for whatever reason. Why carry around a weapon if you weren't going to use it as one? Didn't make any fucking sense to Noah.

Stigr had gone back and forth for awhile on what outfit he wanted to dress Noah in, but had finally settled on something green. The color somewhat matched what he was wearing to the event and he thought it would be quite flattering on his slave, even if the younger man might not enjoy the fashion. Stigr himself had been indifferent to the idea of some silly Bridgerton ball, having only the faintest idea of what Bridgerton even was. It was no surprise to him at all that Merek Hopper had suggested such a thing.

The councilman gave Noah a bit of space at the beginning of the ball, assuming that the younger man had some friends around that he would want to spend time with. Once Stigr had wrapped up his own affairs, he went in search of his slave. It took little time to find him and Stigr's gaze dropped to the cane. "I hope you've been behaving with that, Noah."

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Noah wasn't having a great time. This definitely wasn't his kind of party. The music was stupid and old timey, pretty much everyone seemed to be wearing a thousand layers of clothing, and all there apparently was to do was dance and talk. The only real saving grace was that there were drinks at the event and Noah had definitely been partaking. He was just eyeing up a tower of glasses and wondering if he should start some batting practice with his cane when he spotted a familiar face out of corner of his eye. He still smiled when he saw Manny, it was hard not to, and their friendship had mostly recovered from the disaster of spring mischief. Manny treated him like he had before and Noah...was absolutely cool with that, of course. It's not like he'd ever expected anything to work out between them and that had been made pretty clear. Just sex and hanging out, that made sense, that was easy. Noah tried to be cool and not a total dork or weirdo around Manny and most of the time he figured he pulled it off.

"You look even fancier than I do and you got to pick your own clothes." Noah shook his head as he walked over, giving Manny an obvious once over. "How do they expect everyone to wanna get freaky if nobody can fuckin' see anything?" It was baffling and more than a little stupid in Noah's opinion. "You could be Prince Charming right outta a fairytale." He chuckled and hoped it didn't seem strained or weird.

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The familiar voice registered but Noah still tensed initially at the elbow grab, just for a moment before he relaxed and let Bastion turn him. The cambion snorted. "Bullshit I do. I'm wearing so many fuckin' clothes, dude, it's ridiculous. I swear I've got like three shirts on and this stupid fucking jacket and these pants are dumb." His frustration with the whole outfit was clear. Here he thought the point of castle events was to show off everybody's bodies not bury everything in fabric. Stigr had insisted, though, so Noah didn't have a choice but to wear it in all its fancy fuckassery. He grudgingly liked the boots and hoped, in spite of what Stigr had said, that he'd get to use the pointless stick to hit someone with at some point.

Noah sighed but looked up when his chin was tilted, happy to see Bastion even if it didn't seem that way, lips parting slightly at the brush of the other man's thumb. They'd hung out a lot lately, mostly drinking, getting high, and fucking in his room in the suite but they ended up talking too. Noah'd even dozed off with him a few times which was pretty novel considering he had so many trust issues around sleep and being vulnerable like that. But Bastion had just bundled him into bed usually and held him and it was...surprisingly nice.

He kissed back and shook his head in disbelief, though he smiled. "There's no way anyone made ladies swoon in all this crap. Though whoever put you in leather knew what the fuck they were doing." Maybe it was just the castle randomly deciding but it did Bastion all kinds of favours. "Isn't your old timey dancing all full of complicated steps and shit? I mean you can try but I've got this stick that apparently isn't a weapon to cart around. Stigr'll probably be mad if I lose it but I guess we can just put it off to the side. Can't promise I won't start grindin' on you out on the floor, though." Noah grinned crookedly and moved closer, his free hand snaking around Bastion's waist to grab a handful of his firm, leather clad ass.

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“Hey. You look hot as fuck.”

Bastion grabbed at Noah’s elbow from behind and gently turned him around so they could face each other. His eyes roved over Noah’s front (as he had already thoroughly inspected the back as he had approached) in admiration. Bastion was no stranger to wearing outfits like this but he knew Noah was far younger and this would be different for him, more novel.

He touched under Noah’s chin to get him to look up, a thumb sweeping over his bottom lip. It hadn’t been long since he’d last seen and spoke with Noah as the other tended to rent him fairly often but since the last time they’d hung out, something had happened completely out of Bastion’s control: a mating bond had begun to form between him and Dante. It was welcome but unexpected… Especially because Bastion had begun to develop certain attachments to Noah. They’d only known each other for so long but Bastion wanted to crack through Noah’s shell. He kept himself wound up in a cocoon of emotions and the hellhound could tell every time they got high together. It didn’t stop Bastion from finding Noah alluring, emotionally and physically. The emotions part was what he was worried about, though. But Bastion was a glutton and he wanted everything, wanted both of his hands to be full.

The hellhound leaned down to steal a kiss from Noah’s lips before he pulled back and let go of his chin. He gestured towards the dance floor with his thumb, “You wanna dance? I can teach you a couple of grandpa moves that made the ladies swoon in their corsets.”

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Manny stepped up to him and Noah was immediately relieved as he wrapped his arms around his neck, Noah's own winding around that more petite frame that he wasn't used to but was still attractive to him. "Thanks." He breathed, swallowing hard. "I'm gettin' sick of all this talkin'." As if Manny had read his mind (not hard since Noah was forced to say every damn thing on it) he switched away from talking and pressed their lips together. Noah kissed back easily, eagerly, trying not to let it be tainted with all these stupid emotions he was being forced to feel. His arms tightened around Manny as the kiss deepened and he nodded when the other drew back. "Way better idea. You now how much I like bein' close to you. Gonna probably have to keep my mouth busy if we want me to stop talkin', though..." He trailed off with a more genuine smile and kissed him again, lingeringly. "Been years since I've had a chance to be with a woman. I'm lookin' forward to it." He breathed when they separated again. "Your room or somewhere else?" Outside of drugs, sex was Noah's favourite distraction from any kind of emotional tangle and he sure needed a distraction now given everything that had been said.

Manny now might've felt some regrets in using these spells on Noah. He'd never heard such a deep level of self-loathing from anyone before and he knew nothing he'd say would reassure the other. That was the most frustrating part that no matter what he said or did was a lost cause.

A hug though, he could definitely do. He stepped up towards Noah and perched on his toes a little as he wrapped his arms around the slave's neck. Manny's gaze flickered over the other's features, lingering on his lips a moment before meeting those blue eyes. "How about we stop talking and..." he murmured, voice lowering as he leaned in closer and closer until their lips met in a soft kiss. He deepened it for a few moments and then pulled back, their noses brushing together as he glanced up at Noah through his lashes. "Better idea?"

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"Sure thing. Just ask and I'll spill or maybe I'll just start suggestin' shit." Noah doubted Stigr would mind that. Besides, Noah had been around the castle awhile and had plenty of good ideas just as he'd said. "For you, maybe." Noah grunted, not usually a huge fan of being teased though the vampire would've known that at this point. He bit his lip in anticipation as Stigr moved closer, moaning and arching his back a little more as Stigr thrust in slowly. "Makin' good on that tease or what? You know I can take it harder than that." It felt good but it was too slow and he wanted more, always eager to be fucked hard and well so that he could lose himself in the pleasure of it.

"Oh, I'm quite sure you are. You'll have to share them with me more often, hm?" Given that Noah had been with more masters than just Stigr, he had to wonder just what his slave had gotten up to with other vampires. A thing to ask later, perhaps, when he wasn't so distracted by the man. "I don't intend to. Though it would be entertaining to tease you for awhile." He flashed a smile and then removed his pants quickly, not able to find any patience himself as the councilman stepped behind Noah. Stigr settled one hand on his slave's hip, the other moving to wrap around the base of his cock, thrusting forward slowly.

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Noah liked sucking cock, liked the feel and taste of it in his mouth. It always made him hard and there'd been more than a few times he'd sucked a master off and jerked himself off at the same time only to be thoroughly fucked after. He would've been happy to do that for Bastion, too, his free hand already reaching down to stroke himself as he worked the hellhound in his body, moaning around him. Bastion apparently had other ideas, though, as Noah found himself pulled up by the throat and pushed down onto the bed. His cock twitched at the rough handling, looking up at Bastion as the other man quickly got rid of their pants, rolling his hips underneath him when they were both finally bare.

"It's your body. Do you?" Noah teased though it faded into a gasp as Bastion started stroking him, rocking up eagerly into the touch. "Don't care. Mostly I want you to fuck me." He reached up and pulled Bastion down by his hair to kiss his own lips, push his tongue into his mouth. It was weird but it was strangely hot, too, just like this whole situation and Noah was eager and ready to experience all of it.

Bastion's chin was to his chest as he watched Noah suck his cock. The other slave was so fucking good at it. It felt like heaven to be in his mouth and selfishly, he sort of wanted to come like this. He knew that Noah was part incubus and could probably get it up again right away but he didn't want to wait to fuck him. They had time to experiment after the first round.

He cupped the side of Noah's face and thumbed a long that sharp jawline. He bared his teeth and grabbed him by the throat to guide him off and up onto the bed. Bastion used Noah's strength to put him on his back, hands tugging at his pants and discarding them. His own pants followed suit and he worked his hips between his thighs and pressed their chests together, loving the skin to skin.

"You want prep?" Bastion asked, reaching between them to stroke at Noah's cock slowly, thumb swirling over the tip on every upstroke.

[nicotine-noah]

"You and me both." At least, that was true when Noah was in a good mood and feeling good like this. When was the last time he'd seen Merek? Noah couldn't remember but it was a shame given how hot the chief of staff was. The cambion nodded exaggeratedly to confirm that he had been claimed. "Yeah, thanks. Stigr? Oh, Stigr's good. Seems to be lettin' me do whatever I want and fucks me real good so can't complain." Merek might not have wanted all the details but Noah was past the point of having much of a filter. He grinned at the question. "Hell, it's pretty damn good. Lot less boring than bein' in the Undercroft lemme tell you. Get to go into town, be around the castle, bring people up to the suite. All gravy." So far, anyway. "You still workin' hard or spendin' more time havin' fun?" He raised his eyebrows, figuring he knew Merek's reputation well enough to have a guess at which it was.

"Oh, I certainly hope so. I do make an effort to make things more fun wherever I go." Merek shot back, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he nodded at the bartender before he turned his attention back to Noah. It had been awhile since he'd seen the slave around, though from what he understood, the younger man had been kept pretty busy. "I heard that you went and got yourself claimed, congratulations. I don't know very much about Councilman Anselm, but he seems to be decent enough." A little too uptight for Merek, which was hilarious considering he was often trying to get Lucien's attention. "How is claimed life treating you?"

[nicotine-noah]

Noah was only encouraged by the moan, stroking a little harder and tilting his head to take advantage of those lips on his jaw. He moved back easily where he was guided and grinned as Stigr agreed. "I'm full of good ideas." He wet his lips and nodded at the command, slowly moving back away from the vampire and pulling his hand out of his pants. When they were finally apart he turned and climbed onto the bed, settling on his hands and knees. He arched his back enticingly and glanced over his shoulder at Stigr. "Hope you're not gonna keep me waitin' too long..."

Stigr chuckled softly, the noise shifting into a low moan as he rocked into Noah's hand. Rather enjoying the mental image of fucking his slave like this, he ducked his head down to brush his lips along the younger man's jawline, guiding him back toward the bed. "I like that idea as well." He replied, drawing back and giving Noah a small smile. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees."