"i Haven't Been A Religious Man For A Long Time Now But If This Night Somehow Manages To Never End I

"i haven't been a religious man for a long time now but if this night somehow manages to never end i might have to change my stance and start believing again because that sounds like actual hell." he halfheartedly joked with a hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. part of him knew being out like this, being here, was good for him but at the same time he could have easily stayed at home without really missing out on anything. with the masks, and anonimity being the driving force of the night it's not like he was really meeting anyone new.

"don't worry, your secret is safe with me tuxedo mask." grabbing the handle from the dresser, christopher unscrewed the cap and dropped it onto the floor at his feet as he took a healthy swig of the tequila.

"that almost sounds poetic. i was hoping walking out of here was enough for people because if they asked i was just going to tell them to mind their own business... but something tells me people don't really do that around here." stepping forward, the man seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally stepping out of his own shoes as well and joining the other on the bed. "i'd say i don't usually get into bed with someone on the first date but that, uh... that isn't exactly true." he teased with a soft laugh and an easy smile as he settled onto the bed; making sure to leave plenty of space between them so it wouldn't feel as if he was trying to crowd the other. "to exploring each other and still being able to walk out of here," christopher teased as he took another sip from the bottle of tequila before holding it out for the other to take.

"it seems like the night is never going to end, so i don't think there's a time limit of how long you can spend in the rooms." for katriel, this did seem never ending. sadly, there was no light at the end of the tunnel until he was back home or at the cemetery in his solace. maybe that was why the joke seemed to have went over his head.

the idea wasn't a bad one. in fact, the banshee thought that it would keep people off of both of their backs and he decided to just go for it. "don't tell anyone i said this, but i like the way that you think." maybe the masks were helping him open up. katriel turned around to closed the door, locking it in the process so they wouldn't be bothered. then he walked over to the bed and set the tray down on the nightstand.

"and if anyone asks what we're doing alone, we can just say we've already used up so much of our energy exploring each other that we needed a break for food and drinks." who said he wasn't crafty? katriel smiled softly as he kicked his shoes off and climbed up on the bed, grabbing the tray again. "and i don't think i should eat all of this by myself if i actually want to have enough energy to walk out of here when all of this is over."

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."

"no, really, i can go. i've been in here for far too long anyway." it was a lie but he was trying to be nice. it was funny, in a way; these two had separated themselves from the party and yet in that moment they still seemed to find themselves dancing through politeness and social niceties as they tried not to step on each other's toes.

taking a step forward, his lips settling into a neutral line, christopher let out a slight sigh as he placed his left hand on his hip and gestured back to the bed with his thumb. "you know I think we should share..." he was implying that they could more so share the room itself than the actual bed but now wasn't the time to worry himself with semantics.

"if we're in here together no one can really accuse us of slipping away from the festivities by ourselves to hide out, and we get to take a break from it all; eat, drink, and just relax for a minute-- plus i don't think it would be smart for me to drink that entire handle of tequila on my own. which is, really, just my way of saying i think you should stay..." he offered with a soft smile. "...and i'll stay with you..."

the banshee was having fun, somewhat at least and as much fun as a recluse can have at a social event. yet at some point in the night, too much was enough and he needed to retreat into the house. he grabbed one of the keys without thinking and just moved around until he was going up the stairs and finding the number that coordinated with it.

thankfully, he was already doing the best he could to blend in. that meant that no one was going to follow him up the stairs unless they were hungry and wanted the small plate of appetizers that he managed to bring with him. he didn't think that they would want actual food, since most seemed more worried about the bodies around them, so he was in the clear.

when he did open the door and managed to slip in, he noticed he wasn't alone. katriel sucked in a quick breath out of surprise. he almost closed his eyes in fear that they were undisposed.

finally, he opened them back up again when he realized that they were clothed. it seemed like this man just had the same idea that he did, escape to a place a little more quiet. "please don't leave on my account." he blurted that part out first. he would've felt terrible if he ended up kicking someone out of their room. "i was just looking for a quiet place to have a couple of snacks. i can find another room." before turning around though, he did want to be a gentleman. katriel noticed the bottle of tequila. "did you want some food?"