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"I think you need to calm down." Shade said to the pyromancer. "Acting all histrionic over an outfit here. Did someone complain or you just mad about it? I don't remember seeing any theme. Maybe you need to put it in bigger type. You think your invites are the problem. Look, it's not me. It's you." He looked Merek up and down. "Plus we ain't the same size. Your shit's not gonna fit me, sunshine. I think you're not imaging hard enough. Think of me as a visitor for an exotic land. Now I fit. Why do I got to do this for you. Bro its your job. Figure it out."

"I am asking you to follow the theme. Which was stated quite a few times in the invite you received -- stated clearly, might I add. Your current...outfit..." Merek eyed Shade's costume with a certain amount of disdain, not at all understanding why the other man would wear it. It was tempting to just have him thrown from the party, but Merek didn't like the idea of ruining the mood for anyone. "It simply doesn't go. So." He took a breath, narrowing his eyes at Shade. "I have a selection of outfits back at my place that you are more than free to change into."

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Shade took that challenge and went to find cups, not plastic ones but got a lowball glasses and did run into Kaden. He chatted him up and slipped some a bit of diazepam in a glass, just a small amount, nice for him, probably. Give him the feel goods, probably. Course he wasn't sure what glass so he put it in both. Everyone was going to feel good as he drank his own laced whiskey.

He waited with his bunch of glasses until Khion came back. "All I could find. They are cups." He offered, which was technically all Khion asked for.

Khion snorted out a laugh, grinning crookedly back at Shade. "Probably Noel between the two of us. Let's leave the little skirts to someone like Winchester. I got one of those Polaroid instant cameras, I'll take the pictures."

Immediately his expression changed when the cambion took the rest of his drink. Maybe on company dime he'd allow that but he wasn't getting paid to be at this party and certainly not by Shade. Fortunately for the young cambion that he signed Khion's paychecks and the pamola was easily distracted by the other's plotting for a real game. "Yeah, change isn't gonna bounce the same. You give me five minutes and I can fetch some real balls and a table from the game room. I'll leave it to you to find some cups... and maybe give Valentine something that'll make him more fun." Khion didn't have anything against the new chief of police personally but he liked fucking with people and seeing what happened. Sometimes fucking around led to finding out without consequences that affected him if one was smart or lucky enough.

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"It really would, but I know I'm full of shit so..." Shade trailed. He could get into some things, but if there were no cars, violence, or sex. He wasn't going to have the attention span. And that last one could be on the show or in person, that was the optional kind.

"Actually he says like I don't know what's good." Shade snorted. "Shiiiit." He added and took a hit of his own vape. "I'm a let that slide, cause yer pretty." He clicked his tongue shaking his head. "Well they don't make as good as shit as I do, but I'm feeling a gin and tonic cause its summery." He said and ordered them a round. "You here with anyone?" He asked which was him not asking about asking if he came with Cairo.

"If I tell you that you're right would that make you more interested in actually watching Bridgerton?" Seth wondered, grinning lopsidedly. He'd seen up until the last season because he was a hopeless romantic and that was enough for him to enjoy it. A guilty pleasure, he'd call it. It absolutely was not Shade's genre of media by a long shot though he bet that if the cambion was around while Seth had it on Shade would casually get sucked in and deny it.

The tribrid clicked his tongue against his teeth though didn't put up more of a fight giving up his pen though the look on his face conveyed enough vague annoyance that didn't last long. It was the usual with him and Shade sampling each other's shit. "Thanks," he said in response to the compliment and exchanged vape that he immediately brought to his lips for just as many hits. "Ooh, that's pretty nice, actually." One more and he passed it back to his ex.

"Anything and everything," Seth snorted. "Playing a dangerous game mixing shit up, seeing how quick that fucks me up if at all." It most likely would because apparently his species wasn't totally immune to alcohol poisoning. Or from getting drunk off cream. Weird but whatever.

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"Times be a changing Pretty in Pink." He smirked. "How you think I got here, sure as shit didn't walk. Car passes the fit check." He said and took the bait. "Yeah I got the GSXR1000 well, a second one since fucking Valentine impounded my other one. Got that pink Grom for you if you want." He teased. "BMW is almost back to running again from the last crash out. I need new tires for the Ninja's but I mean, could risk it. Probably be fine. So yeah. Whatever nice day I'm down. Oh shit wait that 650 need a new chain, forgot that shit. yeah so only the one so okay got like 1 and a half functional bikes and 2 groms."

Finn crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes at Shade checking him out. Well, that was expected, though he didn't wholly appreciate the phrasing his master taunted him with regularly. The fact it was Shade and not Gareth was what spared the idiot cambion a verbal lashing and maybe a fist to the face for his antics. And Shade actually came in handy for helping Finn potentially monetize this whole punishment on social media. Shit was still starting out but he was gaining a solid following for fucking with people's heads on Omegle.

"I didn't think you'd need a reason for that, Dempsey," he snorted, shaking his head in amusement. Now it was his turn to give the cambion a once over, a single brow arched up. "Diggin' the Mad Max vibes here, lad. You just need a car or some ride to go with it. We should take the bikes out some time now that shit's nice," he added on because discussing vehicles led him into the tangent.

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"Oh damn, Princess Cakes, and howdy-do to you." Shade did his best bowish thing to the other even though he was definitely not in the right attire to be pretending he was. "Eh?" He said pushing the mask back. "How'd you know it was me? And that's an unsubstantiated accusation. Our outfits are like exactly the same. Cept mines brown." Shade argued. "Why you profiling anyway? Don't be on the wrong side of this, bro." He grumbled. "Anyway." Drew out the word. "What you drinking, I mean other than my population yogurt later." He winked. "But I got-" He grabbed a flute of champagne as a waiter passed and then another he handed to Kell and a third for himself to be on the safe side cause one went down in a gulp. "I mean after that, cause that's like a aperitif."

Even with how stuffy and suffocating this suit was turning out to be, Kell was having a much better time than usual at this party. For whatever reason, it seemed like Tiernan was going to give him a break and the human was relieved. Still, he'd spent most of the past hour at the bar, not in the mood to dance or play one of those stuffy games outside on the lawn. He'd been mostly people watching up until now and Kell blinked as he saw someone dressed in a outfit that sure as hell wasn't Regency themed. "How in the hell have you not been kicked out yet?"

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"Pretty sure they're in the same universe." Shade didn't know what a Bidgerton was other than apparently it was the theme of this event that he'd stumbled into wrongly dressed. Tomato, potato. He was dressed as something. Eventually he'd get it right. Yes he did use his persuasion and charm to get in otherwise no he would not have so maybe he technically did know he wasn't on theme. "Just think of me as visiting from a far away land." He smiled.

"Who?" The smile fell as he tried to think of who the fuck Seth was talking about. "Oh yeah, no." He still didn't know who he was talking about, but didn't want to dwell. "Problem for later. Digging your look Dread Pirate Roberts." He said snagging his vape a couple hits before handing it back. He pulled out his vape and tossed it to the other cause fair was fair. "OG Kush." He said for the cartridge that was loaded in that one a favorite hybrid of his. Course he had a few depending the play by play.

"What's the poison tonight?" He asked cause he needed a refill so might as well get two.

Seth walked around the castle grounds enjoying the warm afternoon sun that empowered him with one hand full of a drink and his favorite cherry-flavored vape pen. Merek refused to let him back inside if he insisted on smoking that thing. Joke was on the pyromancer, Seth would get lit on booze, weed, and sunlight. All the right ingredients for him to photosynthesize and grow like some very strange plant or some shit.

He couldn't have missed Shade if he wanted to and he knew it was Shade in that leather and gas mask because his ex always marched to the beat of a different drum when it came to themes. Everyone else followed the rules that Shade saw as optional guidelines.

"I didn't know Mad Max and Bridgerton were so similar," he drawled. "Has Hopper let this slide or have you evaded his critical eye so far?"

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Shade didn't really get the parties either. He didn't even open the invite sure he'd never heard of the show. His knowledge was 80's/90's some 00's outside of that he was lost. Wasn't really into new shit that was period pieces and sure as hell not romance. Ultra violence or cars. "How about a Fast and Furious theme fucking Tokyo drift. Lets get some mother fuckers in little skirts and drift some fucking cars. I got a few cars. Race some shit, bikes, anything." He glanced over at Khion. "Don't know who'd look better in a little skirt you or your master. Both. Can sit on my hood." He tutted his brows at the pamola before shifting his mask back and taking the other's champagne drinking it down before the waiter walked buy and he grabbed the drink platter from him counting how many cups were on it. "Know if we get another two of these we got cups. I mean not ideal but cups. Don't got balls but I might have some change. Maybe a dime or some shit would work. It's like ghetto ass, but elevated pong. Though pretty sure Merek would throw us out for that. He's kinda stick up the assy today. Guessin Valentine's being a prick with the whole Morozov deal cause you know. He's kinda being a prick in general. We should spike his drink." He said knowing Kaden would kill him for that. Might be worth it. Dude was being a grade A asshole lately.

Khion loved a good party so long as there were good drinks and good music. He wasn't shy about dressing up in things that he liked and had the confidence to wear, which was usually something light blue or another bright color than his usual neutral palette. He'd never seen a Bridgerton in his life though he knew of the show since it was a hot topic on Netflix. Apparently these old fuddy duddy vampires liked themselves a corny period romance drama. All Khion knew about it was the hot dude tongue molesting the spoon.

Anyways, he quickly got bored of this party that was a little too "classy" for his tastes. The food and drinks going around were good though, Khion making it a point to snatch up a sample anytime a server passed by him. Wasn't like he had to pay for shit so why not right?

"I don't know, dude," he said to Shade because no way he missed his eccentric boss in that apocalyptic getup. He draped an arm over the slightly taller man's shoulder and crossed his ankles with toe in the ground while he leaned against the cambion. He sipped on the champagne in his hand. "Kinda thinking this party sucks. Went all out on aesthetics for a snooze fest. Like what the fuck are these games? Where's the beer pong table?"

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Shade was getting a drink minding his business or trying to mind his business. It was a conditioned reaction to react to his name lately since at work he'd get called that often. He'd gotten out of that when he was a slave, how shit had changed. Realized his mistake too late when he turned and saw the head of something or other in front of him. "I don't know what you mean...uhh." He waited for the other to fill in his name because Shade was terrible with names.

"Look man I'm dressed. Are you asking me to undress? Someone complaining or you just want me to undress. I can undress if that's what you're into, sugar cakes?"

Initially it had seemed to Merek that everyone was behaving themselves and showing up in the proper attire for the party. There were far more suits than he'd been expecting, imagining that some of the slaves would be made to wear dresses, but everything was going smoothly. At least until the pyromancer's gaze scanned one final time around the room and Merek very nearly choked on the wine that he'd just drunk, his attention snagging on someone dressed in something much more appropriate for an apocalypse.

It didn't take long for Merek to guess just who the man could be. The only one who would show up dressed so inappropriately was Shade Dempsey and the pyromancer huffed as he set his drink down before striding across the room. "Mr. Dempsey, really." He started in as soon as he reached the other man, settling his hands on his hips. "This is not a Mad Max themed occasion. Do I need to start sending outfits to you in advance?"

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"Oh-ho, look at this good girl all pretty in pink." Shade said rounding the pint sized familiar in his own not at all fitting costume for whatever the fuck ball he didn't actually read he invite and went with a theme, car included. Well the car was just falling the fuck apart and fit the theme he was rolling with when he pulled up to the castle, whatever. It was a theme. If he remembered right that's what mattered. Clothing wasn't optional and he had a lot of it on.

"Say something dirty so I can hold you against me." He laughed not sure what the fuck that meant bu he was going with it.

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Shade wasn't all that concerned about his shit getting burned away since none of it was that expensive. The puma hoodie and bondage pants were both thrifted. The boots were probably the most expensive thing of the outfit and mask which he was able to get off. Along with the gloves which were part of his motorcycle gear. He let the pants and shirt get burnt without a care and that left the chain body harness over his chest left. That was a little harder to burn off than clothing.

"Course I like it." He said moving back without any fight and falling back on the bed with the other atop him enjoying the fuck out of the view. His own hands running up the other's thighs. A lot had changed with the both of them and yet so much had remained the same. Course it was short lived when his hands were pulled above his head. "Hey now..." He protested in the weakest way. "This is-" Anything else he was going to say turned into a moan when the painted lips took his own and he leaned into the kiss tilting his head to get a better angle.

Shade pushed up into the hips grinding down onto him. Yeah he was reacting exactly how expected because he was that easy indeed. He knew what he liked and he sure as shit liked Seth wearing what he was wearing moving his hips atop of him on his fucking birthday. Course he like him in a bit less, but his would do for the moment, just one more fucking moment.

"Oh gonna make me beg for it, on my birthday. Fucking rude of you." He grumbled pushing up into the Gancanagh. "Think you can feel how much I want you, Harper and I'm gonna have you in a minute if you don't quit playin." His tone was playful as his own glamour started to fade and his tail came around Seth's waist ready to upend things. "Happy Birthday to me, yeah?" He grinned.

"Let's not rip it," Seth advised sweetly. He could buy another but he didn't really want to; he didn't purchase this dress purely to have it ripped off in a moment of passion the one time he wore it; he would like it to last at least another use or two. "I'll show you mine long as you show me yours. Unless you're cool with your suit getting burned off." Now that threat or promise was very real despite the teasing tone and gleam in the tribrid's blue eyes burning fiery red behind the mask.

He pulled the zipper of his dress down tantalizingly slow, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. A couple of shoulder rolls to free his arms, a little push, and the shimmering red gown slid down the rest of his body pooling around his feet and shedding the rest of his human disguise. Seth stood before Shade now in the black and red corset and panties with heels, gloves, and mask still on. He pressed his lips together slightly as he rolled his shoulders again, the intricate black ink lines on his arms and back taking on life and color as they peeled away from his skin into a set of large, fiery wings.

"Still like it?" he asked as he stepped out from the dress and closed the distance once more. He didn't care where Shade was in his state of undressing; anything still on him would get set aflame without touching skin as Seth promised. Hands on the cambion's hips, he guided Shade back onto the bed where Seth straddled his waist. He brought both of Shade's hands up above his head where he pinned them with one hand wrapped firmly around both wrists and hinged forward to catch those addictive lips again with his own in kisses that quickly grew heated and soon left Seth breathless.

The tribrid slowly ground his hips against Shade's throughout the well-choreographed dance of lips and tongue he still remembered perfectly, his barely covered ass rubbing right against the part of his ex that got so easily excited. Shade could feel Seth's own arousal growing against his toned stomach underneath the panties now barely containing it. Course Seth wasn't feeling in a rush tonight, wanting to see how much he could rile up Shade before his ex who liked teasing him in turn lost patience. He bet it wouldn't take long at all. "Tell me how much you want me," he murmured low against the other's mouth. "How badly do you need me, Dempsey?"

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Shade handed FInn the beer and fumbled his phone making him have to unlock it again before he watched he reel getting a laugh out of it before handing it back to Finn almost dropping it again. He searched a minute and remembered he poured Finn a beer not himself and rectified that.

"Yeah yeah yeah." He said more to himself as the other said something that scratched his brain. Shade already pretty much had this set up since he was on social media doing shit and had a good following with his videos that were borderline smut with food. Course he'd done it, at the start, to fuck with Seth and then things just kind of got out of hand and the attention sort of played into his ego and he was a bit addicted to it. It wasn't a full time gig by any means, but he did post regularly. Not that he was banking of it. It added some money to what he was making from auctioning shit from his restaurant councilmen touched cause there was a fucking thirst for that from their super fans/stalkers. Enough to keep his garage fullish as more shit got impounded and his money kept going to fines. Not to mention his other hobbies, none of which were cheap. For someone with a full-time job and a few side hustles Shade still had very little disposable income to show for it.

He snapped out of it when the question came. "Omegle, where everyone goes to jack off, I mean chat." He smirked. "Never used it." Nor was he going to say shit about his Instagram either though he had to wonder if Finn saw had stumbled on it. He never really thought about people at krovs, outside of Seth, seeing them. "Wait." Was that why Finn was asking. No. "Yeah no, too much at once." For him it was. "First thing. Do you have a computer? I have one. Do you have a phone? Wait I was on it. Okay wait. Okay better camera and editing software. Yeah I got that. Okay yep. I got it. Cause of my shit then just yours. So what we need...right. You got the outfit I got the nope. Kitchen, no. You need a spot to record and...my brain stopped. Hold on. Hold on. First thing. Time and Place. Yours or mine?"

"Thanks. I want to try somethin' out," Finn started. He fished out his phone from his bag, unlocked it, and swiped a bit through Instagram before he found his reference reel and traded his phone for a beer with Shade. "I want to start somethin' up like this, might as well make use of this fuckin' "punishment" Bradbury has goin', right? Whether it's just for fun or I can get some money out o' it. I get the needin' a webcam and shit, but everywhere else I'm lost and you're way better at tech than I am." Not that he didn't know his way around a smart phone or a computer, but Finn's knowledge lied in basic understanding of daily use. "Like, what program are they usin' for the chat thing and how do I get a decent followin'?"

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"Prefer Dempsey, but Shade works. I mean can call me whatever really. I answer to a lot of shit depending the day and who it is calling me." He grinned. "Go that type of personality. Can be acquired. And yep. Proud owner of my own fucking business. Not all its cracked up to be. But if you like food and drink and a good fucking time, its a good time. Place is kind of like a mullet. Business up top and party downstairs." Shade looked thoughtful for a minute as he took a drink. "Maybe I should rock a mullet. Been awhile." He went off topic a minute before he came back. "So what's your deal?"

"Going well. Hoping that it gets better." A lot of Merek's free time was spent at the bars if he wasn't spending it with Kaden, Magnai or trying to get Lucien's attention when the man wasn't angry with him. An easier way to get company probably would have just been renting one of the slaves from the Undercroft, but the pyromancer didn't make a habit of renting them unless he was desperate. He looked more closely at the other man, tilting his head. "Ah...Shade, yes? You own Cannabites?"

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"Cause you do." Shade said flatly. "Stop asking stupid fucking questions. And why do I always gotta ask? Tell me how you're doing for fuck sake. I don't know man. The fuck is it always pulling teeth with you. Talk. It shouldn't be twenty fucking questions. Say what you feel. Be done with it. The fuck game is it you want to play? I'm trying to enjoy my night. Sorry you went through some shit. Trauma ain't my thing. It was; this is. Can't live in the past. What's done is done." Shade was never good at these conversations he was well aware. Sex he was good at. About the only thing he was good at.

Seth bolted upright in his seat and had the good sense in holding onto the bar so he didn't fall backwards off it. He stared at Shade with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing without any actual words leaving. "The fuck... and you say I overthink," he scoffed once he finally found the ability to produce syllables. Really he should've known this would've been non-conducive bringing all this up to Shade. He was drunk and too far into this now, but his one foot already pointed towards the door.

He blinked a couple times through the wet blur forming in his eyes and swallowed down the tightness in his throat. Fucking stupid that still happened. "All I fucking asked was if you even cared I was gone," Seth said. "You already asked me how Hell was, you never asked how I was. It was ten years in Hell, Dempsey, stop acting like I was in fucking... fucking Hawaii or some vacation spot for a month. All that shit doesn't mean I'm fine mentally after it."

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"Oh for fucks sake." Shade groaned out loud about to seriously murder Finn for fucking around with him and this god damned spell. "I need a drink or a fucking bottle if you're going to keep this up." He said grabbing a bottle of vodka, biting the pour spouts and spitting it off to the side before tipping it back not fully noticing the other yet waiting for the inevitable stupidly personal question that was yet to come. Not sure what the angle was, but sure this was some fucking angle he'd not figure out yet.

He dropped the bottle and looked over at Finn with what came next. "What the fuck..." Shade said not expecting that and looking at the other a minute who was definitely on display and it was a hell of a display. Shade was shallow as a fucking puddle when it came to sex. His eyes were fully on Finn's tits as he took another drink directly from the bottle and didn't leave them for a second like he was actually thinking it over. Honest Abe was going to fuck him over there anyway.

"Course I fucking do." He said tossing the bottle to the shelf. "Fucking make me wait." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he hopped the bar. "Where you wanna do this?"

"Gancanagh," Finn corrected Shade. That explained a lot more than he gained from speculation. It sure as shit didn't sound like Shade was under some lovesickness and it was all just normal jealousy with feelings and shit. Not a whole lot he could do about the mortality upgrades since he personally didn't mind going from human to demon and couldn't wholly relate aside from, well, being less human. He understood it though in a way –– he witnessed the result of his actions with his own demon form, which ultimately wasn't as obvious as Shade's right here before him, Finn's lacking horns and other drastic physical changes. Still, those pointed ears, blacked out eyes, fangs, and tail were enough to remind him of what he'd willingly sacrificed in his pursuit of vengeance and survival. Power though was nice and exactly what he'd asked for. Fucking frustrating he had all of that and it couldn't get him out of Gareth's grasp without winding up in the Undercroft again or in the ground. Neither result would be ideal in his book; he refused to die a slave.

He could, however, resolve some other frustrations. "I do have just one more question." The familiar set his knees on the barstool and fully leaned over the counter between them, elbows propped on the surface and arms crossed in such a way to really emphasize the cleavage barely concealed by the tight white crop top. Finn bit his bottom lip against a grin, sparkling eyes flickering over the cambion's features and lingering briefly on those lips mere inches away from his own. "Wanna fuck? I mean it this time."

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"Do I bow to the Queen then? That make Noel the King. I thought he was French." Shade retorted before he took a drink from his glass. Not one to ever hide his pursuits but never one to think anyone paid any attention to the shit he did. "Bouquets are expensive and hard to manage. I only like one kinda flower anyway. Sure isn't a rose. Speaking of want to hope outside and partake in said flower?" He offered digging in one of his pockets then another, then his inside suite one to find a joint waggling it in front of the pamola

Khion stared at Shade for a long moment before he snorted out a laugh of disbelief. "Sure you are, and I'm the Queen of England," he snickered, shooting the cambion an incredulous yet amused look. Yeah Dempsey definitely seemed the committed type with all the ass he chased, Khion seeing plenty of that during shifts in Cannabites. Dude wasn't subtle and he'd seen many incubi like the young cambion. Hell, it wasn't like Khion was much better. "Definitely a dozen. Why have one when you can have a whole bouquet, right?"

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Shade was thrown when he was lifted in the air. Fucking magic. Dude was more like Seth than him. Well least this wasn't exactly new to him. Being with a witch for a good enough time meant Shade had his experience with levitation and levitating sex. He just wasn't expecting from the guy he was currently with. He had some idea of what he was dealing with now. Least in the realm of it. Made things a little easier. He, of course, was at a bit of a disadvantage in that he didn't really have any of the magic with his other half being human and demon. Still Shade as a sucker for a good bet and had no issue being naked next to the pretty thing next to him.

"Got a deal, yo." He winked at magic using demon. He wasn't against bottoming, but just preferred to top since it had been his normal for the last few, while. He couldn't really remember. Shade didn't really keep track of things well anyway. Sex was sex though and if he was getting sex and not thrown out he was going to be happy enough with the means to an end. Guy wasn't telling him to shut the fuck up so that was a start. Course as he was reinserting his dick in his mouth that was kind of helping him shut the fuck up, guess he really didn't have to tell him.

Shade lost concentration a minute focusing on the other's abilities briefly, he wasn't bad either, which should have been expected considering his appearance. He visibly shook his head to snap himself out of it. He also didn't like to lose as he started on the other again, pulling his own tricks out. Focusing on the balls momentarily before moving up the shaft with his tongue while massaging it with his hand then swallowing the length down back to swirling the head and pressing his tongue along the frenulum.

Would Gabriel ever hang out with a man like Shade outside of a situation like that? Absolutely fucking not. He didn’t seem like he was the sharpest tool in the box, nor did he strike him as someone rich or powerful enough to make powering through his personality worth it. More importantly than that, Lucien would probably drown him in holy water if he caught him being friends with someone like that. In the bedroom, though? Shade was exactly the kind of man he loved. He had a restless, lustful energy that made Gabriel’s mouth water in hunger. Even if he ended up with Shade’s cock up his ass, Gabriel would make sure to devour him with his domineering attitude, taking all he could get from him until the other incubus was left on the verge of breaking down. “Oh, that’s cute. I’m everyone’s type, though.” He smirked just an instant before Shade shut him the hell up, taking his now fully hard cock in his mouth. The older-looking man definitely knew what he was doing, making Gabriel growl a barely intelligible mix of praises and curses as his hips started thrusting inside of Shade’s warm mouth in sync with the other’s movement. He tangled his fingers in the cambion’s hair, not really with the intent to make him choke but with the clear intention of guiding his rhythm. “Hell, you’re so good at this.” He groaned as he extended his neck, throwing his head back on the pillow. He could feel Shade feeding on him, and somehow, Gabriel found that even more arousing, especially with Shade’s tail choking him. He didn’t want that to finish anytime soon, though, so he snapped his finger and delicately but firmly lifted Shade in the air with his magic, pulling him away from his throbbing erection. “So hungry, aren’t you? But here’s the thing, Shade, I’m hungry too. And you’re definitely overdressed right now.” He mused, his eyes locked on Shade’s, as he licked his lips. He snapped his fingers a second time, and suddenly, Shade’s clothes disappeared, leaving the cambion’s red skin totally exposed. “Nice dick.” He said with a sardonic smile. “Can’t wait to see if it tastes as good as it looks.”

He released his firm and yet delicate psychic grip on the other’s body, making him safely plop on the bed in a suitable position for his next move. “How about some sixty-nine? The first one to make the other cum in their mouth gets to top first. Are you down for a little wager, little demon?” He said, not even waiting for a response before starting to leave wet, sloppy kisses on Shade’s length, starting from the base and quickly making his way to the head. He used the tip of his tongue to trace its circumference before taking it all in his mouth in one swift motion. He bobbed his head back and forth in an immediately frantic rhythm, diligently swirling his tongue on the little prick and moaning all the while so that the vibrations of his soft palate could give back to the cambion all the pleasure Gabriel had received, with interest. There was a bet going on, after all, and one thing that was undeniable about the warlock was that he didn’t like losing.