"i Wouldn't Mind That. There Are A Few Here, I'm Sure, That Would Argue I Need To Get Out More." He Half

"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.

he didn't understand the people that seemed to fuss over secondary genders and what the meant for them when it came to pleasure. it shouldn't matter if you were an alpha or an omega. if something felt good then it felt good. finding other's that agreed proved to be harder than it should have been so when alton did he-- well, just look at him.

unsure if he remembered to lock the door, honestly not even thinking or concerned about it, he leaned over in his straddled seat next to lux on the bench in the back of the shop and wrapped his lips around the head of the other's cock; already working himself into a steady, eager rhythm as he bobbed his head up and down. moaning under his breath as the other taunted him, the elf didn't miss how his hands gripped onto the bench; he didn't miss how the other's own body was betraying the confidence of his voice. teasing him in his own way, alton stuck to the same rhythm, only taking the other about halfway into his mouth. he continued this way for another minute, or two, before finally giving into the other's taunt and taking him deeper; not stopping until his lips felt the hairs at the base of lux's cock, swallowing him fully.

meme day prompt - fully randomized for alton/lux - 21a w/lux getting his dick sucked

Lux was all too willing to bend over or get down on his knees for an attractive man. And if he was able to find someone who would do the same for him? Even better. His eyes glanced towards the door that led back to the front of the mechanic shop, wondering briefly if Alton had locked it, or if he even cared. But then his eyes returned to the back of Alton's head, and he bit his lip to stifle the groan that bubbled up as he watched the other suck his dick.

"Come on, you can take more, can't you?" He said, teasing, though his body language gave him away as not being as collected as he tried to appear. His hands gripped tightly to the bench underneath him, fingers digging into the painted wood, breathing heavy.

@fangsnfair

meme day prompt - @goodbuckhavefawn sent 14b for raen/lux

the space he had in the group home was cramped but it was his. despite his usual preference for being in this space alone, through broken english, and the influence of alcohol, the merman managed to bring someone back with him; to lure someone in, if you will.

his shirt already discarded to the floor, his pants unfasten and hanging loose on his hips, the alpha's breath grew heavy as the younger, prettier creature's hands pressed against his body; rubbing and brushing over the indentations of his muscles as if he were mapping them out; learning each dip and valley. his own right hand went to the smaller's neck, gripping onto him without choking him, before shifting to sit heavy on his shoulder.

"ᛇᚢ ᚨᚱᛖ ᚹᚨᛋᛏᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ ᛚᛁᛏᛚᛖ ᚩᚾᛖ*." the merman mumbled before adding on in english. "get... down."

"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."

according to rumors despite how often dirty they were, and outdated they were, people spent all hours of the day and night at diners because the food still managed to be good; incredible, even, if you were drunk. mind you-- he wasn't there for the food. on occasion he could find a snack for himself at a diner but, really, the ones in new haven had became an infrequent haunt of his at night. he didn't want to spend every single night of his life here drinking-- shocking, i know-- and aside from the bars and the park, there wasn't much for a vampire like him to do at night.

he needed to get one of those damned daylight rings.

sitting at the long stretch of a bar-top, watching the cook clean the grill top to keep himself busy, the vampire lazily turned on the stool and leaned back against the edge of the countertop as he heard the sound of the diner's door opening. finally. something to distract himself with. "well, that is what i'm known for," he answered with a sigh and the hint of a smirk as he looked up at øyvindullr. "just like you're known for smelling like a marina." he teased. "why, you offering? couldn't find an omega in the bars wanting to spend the night dock-side so you had to come out here?" he taunted.

@fangsnfair; for elgin to bite off more that he can chew from øyvindullr.

the merman had entered one of his regular diners, one that opened till late, for a little late night supper. the place was usually empty, or near empty by those hours, just the occasional regular and/or half-drunks that had the decency to not get kicked out. curiously, on this cloudy night, he eyed someone that very obviously did not belong.

now øyvind was certain vampires did not belong in diners or restaurants, at least typical ones that didn't serve up blood. a little bit hypocritical of him since he enjoyed the taste of human flesh, certainly something you would not easily find in a typical diner or restaurant either unless you counted the customers. as such, people like elgin had no real business being here, he surprised the other wasn't told to leave by the owners. "what are you doing here. looking for someone to suck off?" his tone was not hostile, but rather suggestive. it was a reasonable assumption, elgin didn't need food, so there must have been a reason for him to actually be here. whether he meant for blood or something else entirely. well that was up to interpretation wasn't it?

@wintertouched || a closed starter for raen and øyvindullr.

though he wasn't going to admit it out loud, even he was a bit impressed with how far new haven had gone to make sure every species that found themselves living stuck there was comfortable. rising out of the salt water lake, which really was a marvel, he began to wrap a towel around himself since he was in public and, according to some of the people around the group home that complained when he walked around naked, modesty was best and errant smirk began to form on the usually crabby merman's lips as he saw him approaching.

again, he wouldn't dare to claim he had made any friends here in new haven but out of everyone he had bumped into so far øyvindullr was certainly the most tolerable. he respected the other; considered him an equal. gods forbid, he might even go as far as admitting he liked having the other around.

"ᚨᚱᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚠᛟᛚᛚᛟᚹᛁᚾᚷ ᛗᛖ?*" he questioned, his tone teasing as he finished tying the towel around his waist with a knot. "can you not... sleep?" raen added on as he turned to face the other fully.

"let... me guess..." stepping forward, his eyes dropped to look the other over as that smirk managed to linger on his features. "ᚤᛟᚢ ᚨᚱᛖ ᛟᚢᛏ ᛚᛟᛟᚴᛁᚾᚷ ᚠᛟᚱ ᚨᚾ ᛟᛗᛖᚷᚨ ᛏᛟ ᛒᚢᚱᚤ ᚤᛟᚢᚱ ᚴᚾᛟᛏ ᛁᚾᛏᛟ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚾᛁᚷᚺᛏ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚤᛖᛏ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚠᛟᚢᚾᛞ ᛗᛖ. ᛁ ᚨᛗ ᚾᛟ ᛟᛗᛖᚷᚨ.**" though that wasn't him saying no.