"right, You Don't Breathe Fire." Christopher Repeated With A Slow Nod Of His Head. Instead Of Taking

"right, you don't breathe fire." christopher repeated with a slow nod of his head. instead of taking that to mean the other doesn't breathe fire in his current state, the human assumed it meant he did expel fire... just not through his breath. with his brows still furrowed, he started imaging all the other ways the other could shoot out fire and for a minute longer than it should have lasted he imagined how dangerous it would be to sleep with someone like that; because, logically, in his mind if it wasn't his breath it was his *cum*, or something insane like that, so his mind was flooded with images and ideas of going down on the stranger and having to make grab a fire extinguisher to put out his clothes and the bed after the other finishes. "i need to get out more," christopher grumbled as he rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"sorry, i just-- i can't keep up." he added on, explaining himself, with a soft laugh. "the more i learn about what's out there, the more questions i have. nothing really makes sense anymore." looking up at the other, the confusion and caution starts to fade from his features around the mask he was wearing to be replaced with a more relaxed, easy smile. "i feel like i'm annoying you. since you don't breathe fire and haven't had any problems in... two centuries, you said? can i grab you another drink?"

Grey listened, the dragon following along to the explanation...mostly. He understood chemical properties but more so when it came to baking. After all, that was his passion, his whole career considering the dragon owned the bakery in town. "Okay, makes sense." He agreed with an easily satisfied smile as he set the now empty glass aside on any spare surface he could see.

It took the dragon a moment to notice the other's sudden concerns before he offered up another smile behind his dragon mask. "Well considering I've been drinking alcohol of all kinds for two centuries and nothing's caught fire yet...in theory, sure!" He reassured casually, clearly unbothered by the thought. "I was more...talking out loud. I mean I don't actively breath fire." Not while human anyway. "And I'm sure I'm not the only fiery species here either."

in a place where supernatural creatures were able to roam freely need might have been the most dangerous thing they were capable of. man-- humans-- had destroyed civilizations, wiped their own kind off the face of the earth, lost everything in all consuming wars all for lust; for need. over the course of his years wyne had grown to disregard humanity for letting something so basic, a feeling, control them so powerfully.

in this moment, though, he was having a change of heart. lips clashing as fingers and hands drag and grip at any stretch of skin they can, right then he intimately understood how desperate need could make you feel; how desperate it made him feel. the taste of the other on his lips damned him to feel like this and all he could do was chase after more.

tracing his teeth tauntingly over the pulse point in the other's neck, his breath ragged and strangled as if the two of them had been at this for hours, wyne craned his head back just so he could look up at the other-- so their eyes could meet-- as he gently bit against his shoulder.

there was no point in denying it or trying to hide it. the intensity between the two of them already had the half-ghost achingly hard but, for now, he was wyne's priority. smiling, breathlessly, as he felt the hand settle on the top of his head the blonde offered no resistance as he was pushed down. working his way over the valleys of the other's body, tracing the lines of his muscles with lingering kisses and hungry swipes of his tongue, he mapped a path for himself down the other's chest until he finally settled into place on his knees before him as if he were worshipping him.

looking up, his eyes clouding with more desire as he admired how good the other looked standing over him, wyne's hands found their way to the clasp of the man's pants as he spoke. "mmm," the blonde hummed in agreeance as he leaned forward, the tent in the other's pants pressing against and into his cheek as wyne smothered his face against him and took a deep breath. "i wouldn't expect any less." he whispers, his voice hushed despite their privacy, as he once again casts his eyes up to look at the man over him as he unfastens his pants and finally frees his hardness from it's restrictive confines.

keeping his hands gripping onto the man's waist, wyne let's the hardened length thud against his cheek. turning his head to the side, he places a soft kiss against the other's groin before slowly pulling his head back; his tongue trailing it's way down the side of his shaft until the tip was positioned against his lips.

eagerly, the blonde opened his lips and swallowed over half the other's length into the velvety warmth of his throat with ease.

need.

it's a funny thing, what people need. how a simple emotion, a simple thing can become all consuming. it spreads like a wildfire instead of crackling like a self contained burn. that's what this feels like, in a sense. need burns and burns and burns and, sometimes, it's enough to warm someone up and other times it's enough to burn them out.

cas doesn't mind either options. he's been made a church for someone to pray to, he's been burned down by their need before, hallowed ground is nothing new for the witch.

hands move up, cupping the back of the man's neck, scratching down his spine as greedy kisses turn hungrier. cas swallows down the sounds the man makes, his moans filling his own lungs only to echo out moments later. he can feel himself hardening beneath his pants and his own hands travel down the front of the stranger, pushing and cupping and palming.

"fuck," casimiro moans out when their kiss breaks apart, when his back hits something firm and surfaced, only to moan once more when lips attached against his neck. "mmm." he arches, exposing more of his neck. then, grinning, he lifts a hand and starts to push the man down, guiding him down his exposed chest waiting for kisses, then to the tent in his pants waiting for a hungry mouth. "gonna fuck your throat." cas tells him, confidently, "then you're gonna fuck mine."

event: masquerade ball location: the chateau muse: alston gerringer

suffocating. the suit he was wearing, the mask that allowed him some anonimity, even the party itself. it was all suffocating. stubbornly refusing to move away from the wall in one of the main rooms downstairs, as people laughed and danced around him making him and his sourness stand out, alston pulled and fussed at the tightness of his suit much like a toddler might. he was acting like a big baby all because he had to get dressed up... and because he was uncomfortable around this many people.

most of them were supernatural of some kind, which did allow him some ease, but the were-bear could still smell their stench beneath the sweetness of the food in the air and the earthiness of magic. humans. of course they were here too.

glaring through his mask, still acting like a child throwing a tantrum in a corner, he snatched a tray of drinks from a passing waiter and kept it for himself; it took one look at him for the waiter to throw his hands up and resign to not argue. he wasn't trying to be rude, mind you, he just needed the liquid encouragement to relax before he clawed his way out of his suit and ran for the door.

"hey," his lips pulled back, revealing his teeth, as a low growl vibrated in his chest and throat as he caught the glimpse of a hand reach for a drink on his stolen tray out of his peripheral. "those are mine."

great job alston. really making yourself approachable. you definitely aren't going to struggle making any friends here.

@unveilstarters

there was a confident, borderline arrogant sharpness to the smirk nestled in the right corner of holden's mouth as he kept his eyes on the approaching man. he was attractive, every bit a good visual representation of the heretic's type (despite the mask) but holden wasn't the type to make things easy.

he wanted to try and play with his food before he gave in and devoured.

"how do i know that your opinion of yourself isn't unfairly biased?" he challenged, he teased, as he cocked his head to the side. his posturing carried hints of feigned disinterest as he glanced around the room, letting other strangers borrow his attention for seconds just to annoy the man with him; to make him want holden to pay attention to him and him alone.

"you look good, i'll give you that," reaching out, holden breached the other's personal space to adjust and smooth out his tie, patting it against his chest with an almost mocking glint in his eyes as he leaned forward to whisper in his ear; his head angled to keep the horns on his mask from knocking against the man with him. "but like i said, i don't know you. i don't know if you actually are... how did you put it? quite good? why don't you give me a demonstration... get me hard without using your hands. right here, right now..."

"should be easy for you unless you aren't as good as you think you are."

masquerade balls had never been in lysander's life before now, he vaguely remembered his family going to a few when he was a child but he wasn't allowed to go. instead, the siphoner was locked away in the attic where he'd wait until they returned home and secretly try to master his unique gifts.

it took a bit of an adjustment for him at first, it wasn't like other parties that lysander had attended— normally people just drank beer or whatever liqour was provided and danced to whatever music was popular at the time. this was a lot more formal and he couldn't recognize anyone behind the decadent and elaborate masks that everyone seemed to be adorned in.

he'd been sitting alone at a table when he caught the eye of a blonde, his bare torso was visible and lysander had to appreciate the muscles that were on display for everyone. however, he didn't intend to be caught and could have sworn his cheeks were burning a bright crimson right now.

"i, well i was just appreciating the view." he got up, his hand around the rim of his drink as he approached the stranger. "and i don't know you." he retorted, resting his arm against the side of the wall. "i need to prove myself now?" he cocked a brow, though the grin didn't fade. "well for one, i know i'm quite good." he took a step forward. "and you'll see how good i look without a mask on."

he had danced with a few people. he mingled. he had his fun. really. he didn't just spend the entirety of the party lounging at one of the many concessions tables stuffing his face with food because it was all delicious and free. (well most all of it)

stuffing a cube of cheese into his mouth, or six, he looked up with cheeks full as someone settled into place beside him and asked him a question. swallowing without chewing, he blinked through the brief discomfort as he turned to face the man. "you've come to the right place. trust me when i say everything here is incredible. i keep coming back. you know, now that i think about it, i wonder if they put something in the food to make it this good or if they just have a really talented kitchen staff here... i don't taste magic though, or smell it, so we should be fine..." he rambled, a bit, with a shrug of his shoulders before gesturing to the wide array of available food.

"the finger sandwiches are surprisingly not dry despite how long they've been out, some have meat and some are strictly vegetarian-- we love options-- the veggies are, well, you should know your vegetables..." he explained with a loose smile as he looked over at the man next to him, "personally i like the sweets the most. the dark chocolate squares with sea salt and caramel on top are so good i'd actually wager that they taste better than sex... oh!" thomas blurted out as he turned to face the stranger fully. "don't try the grey stuff. despite what you might have been told growing up, it is not delicious. at all. just... no."

@unveiledvagabonds

Truthfully, the witch felt on edge. He knew he shouldn't, given the fact that he wasn't sure who he could consider a friend or a foe, but he had to dial back. While part of himself wanted to keep a small current of electricity running over his skin so that anyone that dared try to touch him without his consent would be shocked, he also knew that sometimes accidents happen. Still, Xavier kept himself on high alert as he made his way to the concessions table, looking over the variety of food and drink before he shifted his glance to the guy next to him.

"So, you know what's good to eat here?"