He Could Feel The Other's Hesitation. Honestly, He Understood Not Wanting To Help And While It Might

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."

with the night off, rather than being productive and trying to learn more about his magic and trying to control it he fell back into his usual routine of wandering around aimlessly. though this time was a bit different. he didn't have his skateboard on him.

when the other crossed his path, iain smelled it on him immediately. the alpha was in rut. if he had been smart he would have politely declined or found someone else to distract the alpha with; messing around with alphas was already dangerous enough for an omega, but one in rut? he was just asking for trouble at that point. good thing for tristan, iain never seemed to make the smart choice. already disarmed by how handsome the man was in general, the omega was almost instantly seduced by the way tristan couldn't keep his hands to himself as they walked.

he was so wrapped up in the other's scent, and touches, that he didn't even mind that they were still somewhere public. laying down on the ground in the stolen privacy of the secluded spot the vampire had found for them, it was only a matter of seconds before he was naked and the other's hands were back on him. groaning, his head arched back as he felt the head of the other's cock rub against his slicked entrance before pushing inside. his whole body trembled as his lips stretched around the thick breach, his walls tight around the other's length as he began to sink into him. "i--" iain began to speak but the words were knocked from his lips, lost and forgotten in a breathy moan, as the other slammed forward and suddenly buried himself fully inside the omega. "f-f-fuck..." the word fell from his lips in a stammer as he gripped at his shirt beneath him, as he gripped at the ground, as tristan pulled back and began snapping his hips forward again in a slow, drawn out, rough rhythm.

meme day prompt - mostlyrandomized for iain/tristan - 30a

He should've been at home, avoiding any of the pliant, supple omegas wandering about town at night. Tristan knew better than to leave his apartment when he was in full rut, but he'd spent the better part of the past few days just pacing back and forth in his room. He was hungry, for more than just blood this time.

It had seemed beyond his control, the way he'd swung his door open as soon as the sun had set. The way he wandered in the early evening hours, making eyes at every omega to look in his direction. This one was pretty, that one looked easy to throw around, and another looked...Tristan didn't have words for it, but he used what few words he did have to convince the other to go for a stroll with him. He'd been unable to keep his hands off of Iain, wrapping an arm around his waist and letting his fingertips get just under his shirt so he could stroke at the skin of his hip. When they'd reached a secluded place, Tristan had wasted no time.

He entered the other slowly, at first, letting Iain feel the stretch of his cock breaching his body. Tristan's hands moved to hold Iain's thighs, and as he was halfway in he found himself unable to stop his hips from snapping forward, burying himself inside of the other. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward again in a slow, but rough rhythm.

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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.

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."

( @fangsnfair | for Elgin)

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."

meme day prompt - @allfangnostake sent 23a for cj/tristan

rather than spending another night on his own, or making questionable choices at one of the bars in new haven, the fairy chose to call on a new friend of his. it wasn't anything special, having cornelius refer to you as a friend. in his mind everyone he met, and even those he hadn't, were a friend. so while he might have used that term for everyone tristan should have felt special, at least, in the fact he was the first person the fairy thought to call. and the intentions were innocent-- really they were. cj wanted to get to know him more. he just wanted to spend the night talking and drinking with him. he had no other intentions.

well, for someone with no other intentions, it certainly didn't take long for the two of them to wind up naked; cj climbing onto tristan's lap as he sat back on the loveseat he helped move into the place. it was fitting, in a way. moaning as he lowered himself onto the other's arousal and began steadily bouncing himself, his right hand fell to grip onto tristan's powerful thigh to support himself as he looked back over his shoulder and watched as the other disappeared into him.

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'."