Unveiledvagabonds - Muses By Murr...

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."

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coleman tremaine || djinn || 39 [129] years old || verse-bottom, switch ||

→ isn’t that coleman tremaine? i’ve seen them hanging out with the djinns. i hear they’re 129, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 1 month. they seem to be altruistic & honest, but also stubborn & hot-headed.

aeryne canedor-forsberg || merfolk || 33 [253] years old || verse-bottom, switch ||

→ isn’t that aeryne canedor-forsberg ? i’ve seen them hanging out with the merfolk. i hear they're 33 [253], but they’ve only been in alexandria for 13 years. they seem to be charming & silver-tongued, but also resentful & distrusting.

alston gerringer || were-creature || 45 years old || bottom, submissive ||

→ isn’t that alston gerringer? i’ve seen them hanging out with the were-creatures. i hear they're 45, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 1 month. they seem to be stoic & hardworking, but also stubborn & abrasive. it’s cool that their animal counterpart is a(n) grizzly bear!

blair bergrin || dragonkin || 37 [142] years old || versatile, switch ||

→ isn’t that blair bergrin? i’ve seen them hanging out with the dragonkin. i hear they’re 142, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 3 months. they seem to be tenacious & understanding, but also arrogant & deflective. it’s cool that they’re capable of geokinesis!

eoghan rodanthe || gorgon || 25 [503] years old || verse-bottom, switch ||

 → isn’t that eoghan rodanthe? i’ve seen them hanging out with the gorgons. i hear they’re 25 [503], but they’ve only been in alexandria for 1 month. they seem to be flirtatious & inviting, but also destructive & bitter.

caidence threstle || harpie || 40 [190] years old || bottom, switch ||

→ isn’t that caidence threstle? i’ve seen them hanging out with the harpies. i hear they’re 40 [190], but they’ve only been in alexandria for 1 month. they seem to be clever & eloquent, but also deceitful & self-serving.

"yeah," he answered with a warm, unembarrassed laugh and nod of his head as the other seemed surprised with how much food thomas had gathered for himself. "whoa, wait, how did you see all this? you can see through that?" he questioned with an almost childlike sense of fascination as he looked up at the other's mask; and the feather's covering his eyes. in fact, thomas went so far as to lift his free hand and wave it in front of the other's face as if he couldn't see him. "that's pretty cool. if i had that mask i'd be walking into walls and tripping over everyone."

chuckling, clearly amusing himself with the thoughts of him wearing a mask that obscured his vision like that, thomas picked up chocolate covered strawberry and unceremoniously popped it into his mouth; taking a minute, or two, to chew it without acknowledging that the man was still with him.

"oh, yeah," blinking, he seemed to snap his attention back and remember that he currently had company. "people tonight clearly don't know what's important. do you want some? i have plenty... but, actually, wait..."

turning to face the stranger, thomas pushed away from the surface to stand up straight. smoothing out the front of his suit, he fussed over his appearance for a second to make himself look better before speaking again. "first," he furrowed his brows and deepened his voice to make himself appear more serious. "if it is satisfaction you seek, you must first answer my riddles three."

masquerades weren't exactly new for arthur, his family had been old money rich from new england. the circles the ashe family ran in were known to throw all sorts of extravagent events like this but the key difference was that those had been filled with people artie knew his entire life and kids he grew up with. he'd only been in alexandria for six months, only collecting a small handful of friends.

at first, the bookstore clerk hoped he could run into thomas and angelo but they were nowhere to be seen. he mentioned the ball to the them, did they ghost him? because of that, he was sitting alone in the back of the ballroom and watching other people dance. around an hour or so into the event, artie could hear his stomach growling. scanning the room, he saw a corner where plenty of food was sitting. perfect.

"oh, is this all yours?" he asked, realizing this wasn't the food table but someone's plate instead. the stranger seemed to be hoarding a lot of the food, or so it seemed. nobody seemed to paying the two of them any mind, more focused on dancing the night away or sneaking off to the rooms upstairs. "yeah.. i don't think they even realized there was any food to eat."

"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."