No Excuses

Cillian Bellamy. 2,625. Vampire. Versatile. Master.

[lorenzoxdelucareyes]

Finishing up his round, Enzo went to grab his bag from the locker room before heading to meet Cillian. He gave him a charming grin as he greeted him, taking his arm so they could head out of the undercroft together. "All done and all yours," he practically purred. "Oh really? Because I could always keep it on," the siren teased.

It didn't take long to reach the top of the stairs, Enzo walking arm in arm with Cillian as the vampire lead the way to his suite. "So, are you here at Krovs for any particular reason, or are you just visiting Stigr?" He asked curiously, never really knowing how things were between the councilman and his husband.

[cillianximmortality]

Cillian hummed approvingly at his choice of wording, truly loving having a handsome man's undivided attention. Lorenzo always was good at that. His tease brought a smirk to the vampire's lips, raising a brow, "Tempting," He mused back, already knowing the castle relatively well from previous visits and being able to lead them to his suite with ease, "We'll have to see where things take us?" Though, it wasn't exactly a secret to anyone, the siren especially, that the master's love for fashion followed him into the bedroom. The uniform could make do.

They neared his suite door as Lorenzo questioned him, sighing in return as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. "I'm here on the request of a friend, actually," He informed, shutting the door behind them once they both were inside. "Stigr has been.. neglectful. But, he'll make it up. He always does," He slid his brown leather jacket off his shoulders, draping on his coat rack before approaching the siren with a small grin. "Now, how are you going to make up for lost time, dathúil?" A tease as he draped his arms around his neck. Lorenzo didn't have to make up for anything, but Cillian always knew him to be quite the partner in bed, in a way it was a challenge to prove he still was.

[bastionsolo]

"You'll get your money's worth. Trust me," Bastion rumbled. He wished He could pull out so he could fuck Cillian all over again but the knot had them securely locked together. He wasn't about to hurt someone, even if they could heal, just because the rut was making him borderline too horny. He contented himself with the little break, already planning on how he was going to twist Cillian into a pretzel next.

Bastion rubbed his face against the cool skin of Cillian's neck and huffed a chuckle, "I'll do my best for you." He pulled back and kissed Cillian briefly, then moved to sit up on his haunches. The hellhound drew his fingers down over the length of the master's cock to gauge his reaction.

"My knot stopping me doesn't mean I can't try and get you off again," he pointed out with a sly grin.

[cillianximmortality]

He chuckled softly, pleased to see a slave so eager when he had learned more often than not they were usually moody or just plain aggressive. Cillian enjoyed a challenge every now and then, a good project to take on, but it was much more appealing to have someone in his arms naturally dispositioned to please. The hellhound seemed to be just that. Maybe it was just the rut coursing him, Cillian would have to rent him again after this week was over to be sure.

"I have faith in you, darling," He purred, humming at the light nuzzle into his neck. He kissed back, chasing after it just slightly before falling back onto his lush pillows with a cheeky grin. A shuddered moan left him, a shiver to match running down his spine at such a gentle touch over his length. "Oh my, you are quite eager," He arched up, pressing into his touch in encouragement, "Go on, then. Show me how good of an alpha you are," A tease, a taunt, something to rile him up for when that knot finally deflated.

[ravisurendra]

Ah, there was the confirmation of interest. Soren was starting to get a little better at taking the very public, direct flirting on the chin nowadays compared to his first encounters with it at Krovs. "I - well, thank you. I appreciate that." Cillian wasn't a councilman, he knew that much, having spent plenty of time acquainting himself with their faces. What Cillian was beyond that was still vague. Swallowing his consternation, Soren told himself he might as well figure it out when the stranger left him for dead in a nearby alley, if it came to that. It was exhausting being paranoid all the time. "I'm Ravi," He submitted, giving Cillian a small nod, still fiddling idly with the shirt the other had approved of, "I'll take your expertise, then." Soren had gotten used to giving out the false name by now; it slipped out of his mouth without a hitch, even with his perpetual nerves.

"I think he just wanted - suggested picking out a few more classic pieces. Smart, but not stuffy." He plucked at the front of his flannel with a small grimace, deciding to lean into the timid, mildly annoyed routine. "Not this casual." Soren glanced quickly over Cillian one more time, assessing. Irritatingly, the other man's style probably was exactly what Stigr meant. "I work at the clinic downtown, not a glamorous environment. I suppose fashion concerns have fallen by the wayside for me the past couple of years."

[cillianximmortality]

He had given him a nod, was preparing a short spiel on how a compliment didn't need a thanks in return, but his thoughts were cut short when he was given his name. For a split second, a brief flicker of realization washed over him, just to quickly be masked right back to how he had been. Casual, comfortable, completely unknowing of the very man he was shopping for. Seeing his husband again for the first time since he arrived at the castle had given him who to look out for, he found it rather coincidental that he practically fell into his lap like this. "I'll make sure you don't regret it," He mused, already putting on an act, a lure of safety. He knew how to play his cards right, millennia undead had brought him that expertise.

Now knowing who he was, and who he was shopping to fit the tastes of, Cillian knew exactly how to guide him. Surely, brownie points on both sides would be earned, helping Stigr's pet not struggle on his search, and helping Stigr with keeping his pet well maintained? There was no lose scenario in his head. "Oh, the clinic? Are you a doctor of some sort?" He questioned, shifting to set his shoe box down on a nearby flat surface to begin elegantly going through the clothes on one of the racks closest to them. "You know, I believe a man can only feel as good as he dresses," He commented, looking over at him, head angled at a purposeful dip so he had to gaze up through long lashes, "I'm sure you'll feel the difference once you start dressing as good as that bone structure of yours is."

[valentinsocorro]

The moment that Cillian put his wine glass down, Valentin knew his friend was locked into this conversation and was not likely to let it go until they spoke about it at certain length. He merely took a deep pull from his own glass and looked into it, eyeing the deeply colored liquid as if it were the wine's fault that Valentin could not get drunk. He swirled the glass by the stem and pursed his lips for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts a bit more.

"I have spent thousands of years without a romantic companion," he said, voice as close to grouchy as it could get. "I'm not sure... How to handle this. Teo pursued me. Everything that I know is vastly different to how this is playing out and I-- I did not even mean to have emotions towards him in the first place. I have admired him from afar for some time but I did not think that this delicate situation between us would even come to exist. It was meant to be an arrangement. Simple. Nothing attached. And yet..." He sighed and lifted a hand to rub at his brow.

"Spend more time with him?" he looked back up at the elder. "I would not demand such a thing of him. It seems inconsiderate of plans he might have."

[cillianximmortality]

Cillian scoffed, "While being pursued is quite nice, there is nothing wrong with being the pursue-er," He tilted his head for a point as if pointing, shrugging his shoulders. "I myself have pursued a handful, besides, was last week not heat week?" He grinned, knowing it very much was. A varcolac in heat doing enough to cause his friend to feel such things was intriguing and he was curious to what had happened. While Cillian was certainly quite sex positive, Valentin was less likely to openly share the juicy details. "You'd think during a rut, an alpha searching for you specifically would be considering pursuing."

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, shaking his head with a laugh. "Oh, Val, so concerned with being inconsiderate to others. If he truly is interested, he'd want to incorporate you into his plans. Or simply postpone them all together," It should've felt strange explaining the workings of affection to someone as old as the councilman, but he knew him long enough to know this simply wasn't his expertise. Unlike Cillian who found his husband and sire when he was human. "I know affection and relationships are foreign to you, but I simply insist you try just, asking him on a date. A real one, spend time with him without using your second head," He winked at him, smirking as he picked his wine glass back up to take a slow sip.

[bastionsolo]

Bastion groaned out another low moan as Cillian came, his hole feeling so damn tight and perfect around his knot. His cock gave another throb from the pleasure and he couldn't help but grind his hips against Cillian a little bit more, drawing out his orgasm just a little bit more. When it was over, his head was pleasantly fuzzy. He knew his rut would demand more but this had cooled him off enough to think clearly... Ish.

He carefully stretched out over Cillian, tucking his face against his neck and giving a growl that sounded as close to a purr as he could get. "Hope you're gonna keep me for a little while," he rumbled against cold skin, "I got more in me if you're willing. You feel really fucking good on my cock." He circled his hips again to rub his cock against Cillian's walls again as if to make his point.

[cillianximmortality]

Cillian made no complaints as the larger man practically blanketed himself over him, simply locking his legs around his waist to rest them comfortably since it'd be a good while before the knot freed them anyway. His hands continued to gently brush over the scratches he left before shifting up to his hair, running gently through the strands with a laugh at the hellhound's eagerness for more.

"I did pay for for the night, darling. I expect to get my moneys worth," He teased, lips parting in a huffed moan at the way he circled his hips inside him again. "I got plenty in me," He reassured, pressing down on him in return, sucking in a sharp breath at the way his knot pressed deeper inside him. "Maybe i'll rent you again if you impress me," Another tease, only because that was bound to happen already when he was such eye candy.

[lorenzoxdelucareyes]

"Mm, I suppose not," he chuckled. Catching the very obvious look Cillian was giving him, Enzo smirked a little, enjoying the not-so-subtle flirtation between the two of them. It seemed they really did have a lot of.. catching up to do.

When Cillian said he'd wait, Enzo gave the vampire a smile and a little nod. "I'll meet you at the stairs in a few, yeah? I'll just do one last lap of the undercroft to make sure everyone's behaving themselves before the shifts swap over," he said with a soft laugh before starting to head off. "Won't be long," the siren promised.

[cillianximmortality]

Cillian gave one quick, polite nod in confirmation, "Absolutely, i'll be here," He agreed, watching the siren walk off with an amused smile and a shake of his head. He turned himself, making his way over to the stairs and leaning against the wall. He pulled his phone out, not something he used often but he'd rather be confused staring at the technology then zoning out at a wall.

When Lorenzo finally appeared again like he had promised, the vampire pushed himself off the wall and gracefully pushed his phone back into his pocket. "All done, dathúil?" He hummed, holding out his arm for the siren to take with a small grin, "Let's go, as much as I like you in that uniform I do recall much preferring you out of it."

[valentinsocorro]

A flat look was Valentin's answer to Cillian's retort. Unlike him to air out his marital issues? Valentin was privy to every little thought that Cillian had about his own marriage and beyond. His friend loved to talk. It was why they worked so well together-- one of them spoke and the other listened. Valentin leaned back against the arm of the sofa and watched Cillian for a moment, quiet. He wasn't so quick so speak about himself and the things that were happening in his life.

"After the events of the week previous, I merely find myself questioning the feelings I have towards... Him," Valentin said quietly. His eyes went down to his glass and the dark liquid inside as if it held the answers to all his uncertainties. Cillian was well aware of Valentin's trysts with a specific ex-enforcer and their history together thus far but the Spaniard rarely spoke about it. He enjoyed what he had with Magnai and was not willing to speak any of it into the air for fear that it would disappear. But after the things that were said and done during Magnai's rut? Valentin didn't know what to feel anymore.

"I have not felt these types of emotions since Teodoro. It is concerning to me."

[cillianximmortality]

All Cillian did was raise a brow just slightly at his friend's unamused expression, fighting back a grin only because they both knew exactly why he was looking at him like that. Cillian was what most would call a plain old gossip, it was hard to keep his mouth shut, not that he ever really tried or cared to unless it was for his own benefit. Selfish as it may be, he still retained numerous close relationships besides his own husband, so it seemed to him like was a non-issue.

His words had the vampire's brows raising higher this time, sitting up straight and even leaning in at such juicy news. "Oh?" He questioned, this time unable to stop his lips from curving upwards into a small smile. While it wasn't a common topic of conversation, Cillian had been a silent cheerleader for his friend and this varcolac he had heard simultaneously much and nothing about. Valentin of all people deserved to be happy, he was certainly a better person than Cillian when it came to slaves, but that of course wasn't even a thought that passed his head.

He suddenly imagined he felt like what a teenage school girl felt when her friend divulged their crush. He had to set his glass down just to clap his hands together with an even wider smile, "Of course it is concerning to you, mo chara. You would be the only man i'd know to be worried instead of ecstatic to have the attention and affection of such a man. If he's anything like what you've ever so briefly mentioned-" He paused, giving him a pointed look to emphasize silently that he wanted, no, now he needed to hear more, "Then i'd personally be much more concerned about spending time with him."

[cillianximmortality]

Cillian's Suite (left to right for photos)

Top Row: Living room, kitchen

Middle Row: Bathroom, jacuzzi in a room in the bathroom

Bottom Row: Cillian's bedroom, walk-in closet, spare bedroom

[valentinsocorro]

Valentin had very few people who he considered true friends. He spent his life in relative seclusion by his own choice and only a select few ever bothered to stop and draw him out of the shadows of his own making. Valentin didn't hide on purpose of course. He merely found himself exhausted with the state of affairs of the world beyond his doors. But Cillian was one of those true friends who remained a constant in his life and for this, Valentin was loyal to him despite his dramatics. It was the same for Roland. What was it about an introvert that attracted an extrovert? He would never know.

No sooner had he opened the door that Cillian was breezing in and making himself a home on Valentin's sofa. The Spaniard merely shut the door as quickly as it had been opened, turning to watch his friend a moment as he passed his words.

"You failed to mention that he stopped writing you," Valentin replied mildly. He followed Cillian's trail but made a detour to the little bar he kept in his suite. He opened a bottle of a vintage bloodwine, having prepared for the appearance of his long time friend, and poured healthy glasses for the pair of them before coming to offer one as he sat near. "I would have told you he was here if you'd asked."

The Spaniard swirled his glass to aerate the wine before taking a thoughtful sip. "No different than what I have disclosed in my letters," he said at first, but paused to think. "Confused, I think, at the state of my personal affairs."

[cillianximmortality]

Really, Cillian and Valentin were unexpected friends, but they had both been constants for one another for many centuries now. He quite enjoyed his introverted friend, found his company to be refreshing when he was usually surrounded with people more like himself and his husband. The extent of Cillian's luxury, expenses, fine taste, socializing, none of it had never really been Valentin's strong suit, and Cillian was okay with that.

He sighed dramatically at his friend's comment, eyes finding Valentin's back when he settled on the couch, already looking forward to the wine promised by him standing by the bar. "It's unlike me to air my marriage problems," A lie, Cillian loved to gossip, even with his own issues, he just was incredible at keeping it casual, like a normal part of an everyday conversation. "I was hoping he'd redeem himself," The lack of letters certainly didn't do that, but the invitation to play with his new pet was working towards it.

He accepted the wine with a small 'thank you', taking a slow sip and humming in appreciation. He rose a brow, head tilting slightly with a another small hum, this time in contemplation. "Well, you're certainly free to bend my ear," Being friends for so long meant little was left unknown, but who didn't like to beat a dead horse once in awhile? "I'm sure I can summon some helpful advice," As helpful as his petty mind liked to work.

[bastionsolo]

While Bastion appreciated the encouragement, there was no way Cillian was going to be getting out of this without being knotted. Bastion was too far gone as far as his primal instincts. He had a willing body under him, receptive to him, and he had planned to tie them together from the moment that he first fucked into Cillian's body. Even still, Bastion's thrusts became more rough, more punishing, as he chased his climax. His knot was growing at the base of his cock with every rock of their bodies and he began to tease it past the tight rim of Cillian's hole.

His hands tightened on the vampire as Bastion felt his release rapidly approaching. He snarled against Cillian's lips as he shoved his knot fully into his body, feeling it fully expand and lock them into place as he came hard. Bastion moaned and licked into Cillian's mouth, claiming his tongue, as he orgasmed and gave the elder pulse after pulse of spend. One hand moved between them so he could grasp at Cillian's cock, stroking him to aid his own peak.

[cillianximmortality]

When his thrusts just got rougher, more determined, the vampire was quickly a mess underneath him. His eyes had fluttered closed, barely able to kiss back with all the moans and huffs of whines that were slipping from him, and yet the hellhound still insisted with it. He didn't mind, the contact was nice, a heated body against his cold one like this. "Yes, yes," He panted against his lips as his grip tightened, his release noticeable with the twitch of his cock inside of him, though the enlarging knot pressing against his rim now was certainly a tell-tale sign.

His back arched off the bed when his knot pushed past his ring of muscle, locking inside of him as his walls were painted with the alpha's load. Cillian was on the edge, and the hand around his cock just pushed him the rest of the way. His head fell back, moaning out as his hips twitched with the power of his own orgasm. His walls squeezed and trembled around his length, making a mess of both of their stomachs without a care. Towels and showers would surely be utilized soon enough. "Good boy," He panted a praise, fingers gently tracing over the angry red lines his blunt nails had left along his shoulders.

[ravisurendra]

Maybe he should've seen the offer coming. The stranger certainly looked like someone who cared about dressing well; Soren could spot that high level of tailoring a mile off, and the leather jacket the other was wearing looked like it'd be positively buttery if he ran his hand over it, four figures at the very least. He could practically hear Dmitri running scornful commentary in the back of his mind, exactly the kind of outfit the werewitch would've given him hell for appreciating -- predictable little rich boy. Maybe the human just missed having one person around who would talk straight to him. "I'm sure you do," Soren cleared his throat, "Have a good eye, I mean." That wasn't to say he could sense any malevolent intent in this one, who was giving him the most guileless stare imaginable with those very blue eyes. "i don't want to distract you from your own shopping," He gestured towards the box clasped against the other's chest, "Unless you've got the time to spare. I've been called a lost cause before." The human's time at Krovs had taught him there were much more things to be perceived as than a charity case.

[cillianximmortality]

Cillian was an expensive man. There was truly no other way to put it. It had come from all his loved ones spoiling him with what they could, spoiling himself, and then a sire turned husband who, even separated allowed Cillian to use one of his credit cards. Not that he needed it, but it was mainly something he used when he was angry with him. Nothing like an 'i'm mad at you' like a few thousand dollars credit card statement. He had built his own fortune, so most of his things were earned by himself. If anything, that really only encouraged his 'why would I deny myself of this' mindset.

He rose a brow, head tilting slightly as if he was studying him, clearly amused and patient as the human worked his way through his response. "Oh please, I just came in for these shoes. No shopping here," He reassured, "I've got all the time to spare, darling. I'd say it's my lucky day to find such a handsome man confused about clothes. That's my specialty," There was flirtation in his words, but his tone remained neutral. If he was acting like that without flirting, he'd hate to see him malfunction completely. "I'm Cillian," He introduced himself, "Do you have an idea of what you're supposed to be getting?"

[lorenzoxdelucareyes]

Giving a soft, almost bashful laugh at the compliment, Enzo's lips curved in a small smirk as he looked at Cillian. "Only quite good?" He asked teasingly, looking down at the uniform he donned on an almost daily basis before meeting the other's gaze with his own once more. The siren hadn't seen Cillian in a long while, but they had always been on friendly terms despite Stigr being about the only thing they had in common.

The truth was, Cillian did look more than just well. He always had, but Lorenzo wasn't going to stroke his ego too much. "Well, no matter how long you're here for, we definitely need to.. catch up," Enzo said with a soft smile. "My shift is up in about.. fifteen," he said, briefly checking his watch. "Then I'm free," the siren added with a little smirk, raising his eyebrow slightly. "Do you want to wait for me, or do you just want to rent someone?"

[cillianximmortality]

He chuckled, entirely amused when his own tease was thrown right back at him. "Well, I certainly can't feed a siren's ego so willingly, now can I?" He questioned right back, head tilting to the side as his tongue came out to wet his lips, amusement in blue orbs as they looked him up and down. Slowly, had to make sure it was completely obvious.

"Oh, I definitely agree," He hummed right back, "So much time to.. make up for." He glanced to the clock nearby on the wall, humming softly to himself, "I believe I have the time," He mused, he always had time though, he had made sure of that throughout his life. "I'll wait for you, darling, of course. I can show you my suite," He was quite excited to show off how he had carefully picked everything out.

[bastionsolo]

Cillian being so prepared made Bastion rumble out a growl of approval. He was taking him like an omega would, slick and yielding to the hard length of his cock as Bastion sank inside his hole. He didn't care about the nails scratching along the muscles of his back and could barely even register them in the heat of the moment as he rolled his hips in quick and sharp thrusts. All that mattered was the pleasure finally flooding his overheated body, soothing the part of him that needed to fuck and dominate.

Bastion went down for the kiss, not breaking the hard and unforgiving pace he'd set with his hips. He hissed at the little nip of fangs, but didn't stop the pace he'd set as he continued to fuck the master below him. The iron tang of blood filled his nose and flooded over his tongue while he licked against Cillian's and only set his rut-addled brain on overdrive. He snarled against the vampire's mouth, reaching up with one hand to bury his fingers into the hair and grip tight, trying to hold him in place so Bastion could try and take control of the kiss.

[cillianximmortality]

Cillian was quickly getting lost in the pleasure, thighs tightening around the other's waist as if he'd try and stop and pull away. He couldn't have that even if the alpha seemed not able to think of anything but fucking into him in that moment. His noises were quickly swallowed by the kiss, and even as he licked up the blood that trickled from the scratches he had left he was humming and moaning out sweet sounds of enjoyment.

He quickly caught on that the blood added into the heat of the moment only riled him up more, shown in the grip in his shaggy hair as the hellhound fought for dominance. The master could play with him, had the strength and right to take back control, but how could he when he seemed so eager? He relinquished control, submitted into the kiss to appease the alpha as he took the opportunity to grope at his muscular bicep flexed from the tightness of his grip in his hair. "That's it-" He moaned, sharp in the air as that familiar knot began to settle in the bottom of his stomach. "Go ahead, knot me," The encouragement was breathless against his lips, the kiss messy and uncoordinated now, hips grinding down to meet his thrusts to chase after his own orgasm

[stigranselm]

Stigr hadn't been particularly fussed, knowing that Cillian would eventually follow him. While his husband might still be angry with him over the lack of communication, he didn't seem to be that upset, particularly after Stigr had mentioned the reason for his distraction lately. He knew that Cillian was often curious about the pets he decided that he needed to have, the two of them having shared more than one slave in all the years that they'd been together. And now that the younger vampire was here, Stigr found himself even more excited by the prospect of Soren being his as he'd always very much enjoyed watching his husband train the newer slaves.

"I wouldn't say a handful, he's proven to be rather obedient thus far." How long that would last, Stigr didn't know. What he did now was that he caught the occasional look on Soren's face that told him the human might eventually reach a breaking point. Not that the councilman would respect that, of course -- Soren would do what was expected of him one way or another, loathe as Stigr often was to use persuasion on his toys. "I simply have had to be more delicate with him than I would usually be." His expression brightened at Cillian's words and Stigr grinned before taking a sip of his own drink. "You'll have to let me know how that goes. If you don't run into him here, I imagine you'll meet him in town -- he goes by Ravi."

[cillianximmortality]

As much as Cillian disliked it, at the end of every day Stigr was still his husband. Separated or not, thousands of miles of distance didn't matter, he had spent his whole immortal life loving him, he couldn't just turn it off, didn't really want to. So, even with the annoyance still lingering in his system, simply being in his presence and listening to him talk about a new pet like how they used to seemed to soothe him. "So far? And how much have you pushed him, exactly?" He questioned, always curious, mainly because he quite liked to push boundaries of slaves. He could recall quite a few times he had reduced one to blubbering tears, it was amusing, but a total overreaction truly.

He let an amused chuckle at his words, raising a brow, "Oh dear, makes me wonder what you did to have to use that delicacy," His brows rose, sipping on his wine again in time with his husband, completely accidental but they always seemed to be on the same wave length most of the time. "Ravi. I'll keep that name in mind. Do me a favor, don't tell him i'm married to you, yet," He smiled, amused and full of plotting and planning. "Now, as fun as your pets tend to be, I'm still quite upset," He really wasn't anymore, but that was another thing Stigr didn't need to be told, "How do you plan on making up for your lack of communication to me, hm?" His brows quirked expectantly, lifting his glass to hide that teasing smile that so commonly found him.

[bastionsolo]

Cillian's words were nearly lost on him as those pants were kicked away. Bastion was too swept up in that expanse of bared skin, the scent of arousal. He pressed his face against Cillian's lower stomach and rubbed his nose just under his navel. He lifted his eyes at the toss of lube, the bottle rolling against his leg. His pants became a thing of the past as they were tossed and the lube snatched up, drizzled thickly over his aching cock from the bottle. He barely had the mind to click the cap shut before he was between Cillian's legs.

He lifted the elder's legs and pressed forward to guide his body to fold. Bastion lined up his cock and pushed forward with eagerness, sinking into Cillian's hole with a loud groan. He was not as careful as he usually was, especially with a partner he'd never been with before. Bastion was a big man who knew exactly how large he was and he wasn't selfish with pleasure. He got off on his partner enjoying themselves almost as much as himself, always wanting to drown in it. He drew out halfway only to drive his hips forward again, trying to get as deep as he possibly could.

[cillianximmortality]

Seeing someone so driven by pure need was always enjoyable for the master, especially when that someone was quite the case of eye candy. A handsome man was one thing, but a handsome man already swollen and leaking by the time his pants come off? It was quite the treat, he was glad he had come when he did, the Undercroft was like a buffet of beauty like the one between his legs. Blue eyes stayed trained on the hellhound as he lubed himself up, hands fisting into the pillows beneath his head as he was lifted and pushed into the wanted angle.

His teeth had caught his lower lip but the first push in had his mouth falling open with a pleased moan anyways, glad he had anticipated correctly with the way he sunk with little resistance inside of him. He reached out, nails scratching along his shoulder blades just to feel the resistance of the muscles there. "That's it, darling," He purred encouragement, another moan getting punched out of him with the way his hips snapped deeper into him. His walls twitched around his length, sucking him in deeper as Cillian did the same, pulling him down flush against him. His lips found his, fangs dropping to nick lightly at his lower lip, immediately retracting so he could swipe up the small dots of blood with a groan.

[bastionsolo]

Bastion hissed through his teeth as he went down with the tug. Cillian was nearly a whole foot shorter than him and he hand to bend a little to put their faces at the same level. His scalp tingled from the pull and he resisted the urge to reach up and rub the spot, instead focusing on Cillian's lips. Not one to be teased right now, Bastion went in for a kiss. It was just a hard press of lips for a moment before he tried to deepen it, licking into Cillian's mouth to taste him. His hands lifted to push the robe off of the vampire's shoulders, chasing the slide of fabric to touch at his body.

"I guess not," he said. He reached out and swept Cillian into a bridal carry, not needing his supernatural strength to lift him. That's what the muscles were for. Bastion hunted out the first room with a bed and dropped Cillian onto it unceremoniously, shedding his pants before crawling in after him. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the master's pants and tugged them down, head dipping to kiss and nip at his bared torso and hips.

[cillianximmortality]

A glint of lust showed in the vampires eyes, the way the hellhound had to come down to him was a thrill. Truly, he hadn't been a fan of his height until he met Stigr, and now? Well, now he quite enjoyed the men that towered over him. They tended to be the most fun in bed, not afraid to use the size difference to their advantage. He grinned as he was kissed, messy and rough which he didn't usually prefer but he enjoyed the urgency behind those lips. His hands dropped so his robe could fall off his shoulders, barely able to smile fully before he was being swept off his feet.

He laughed, light and amused as muscled arms carried him into his spare bedroom. It much more toned down than his own room, though perhaps that was for the better, he'd hate for his headboard to put a hole in the wall before he really even got settled. "Oh, so eager," He purred encouragingly, thighs spreading to welcome him between them, kicking off his pants as they were tugged down. The hellhound's lips quickly found focus on his body and Cillian's head was falling back with a approving hum, fingers pushing his hair back and out of his face so when he lifted his gaze back down he was met with the fevered look of an alpha in rut. "Mm, good boy," He praised, reaching over to the nightstand to rummage in the mainly empty drawer for the bottle of lube he kept in there. Now, Cillian had prepared himself beforehand assuming impatience from the slave, but it never hurt to make it a little easier. He tossed it down the bed next to him, arms lifting to drop up by his head, "Go on then," He encouraged, "Show me what you got, darling."

[bastionsolo]

The best thing about music was that there were endless amounts of artists. Bastion had his favorites but he always kept an open mind when he heard something new to him. His hands twitched to wrap around a pair of drumsticks and play along to the simple and steady beat of the song, to maybe improvise against it for a bit of fun, but rut distracted him again as soon as he realized the vampire was shirtless.

His eyes dragged down Cillian to take him in. Handsome, to be certain. Obviously in the know about what Bastion was going through by the offer of relieving his tension. Bastion wet his lips and took the offered glass of wine. He didn't need to be boozed up when someone offered to fuck but it sure was a nice offer. The hellhound knocked back the wine in one go, never really one to recognize the finer things he got to experience. Wine was wine in Bastion's head. He preferred stronger stuff.

"Yeah," Bastion said, setting the empty glass aside despite the impulse to throw it over his shoulder. "I need the help a lot." He reached down and grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head and dropping it on the floor. Bastion was as sculpted as a statue underneath but he didn't bother preening for Cillian as he moved forward and reached out to touch his bare middle with hot hands. He tugged Cillian closer to him and leaned down to growl against his ear. "Name's Bastion."

[cillianximmortality]

The vampire rose an amused brow as the hellhound down the glass, and any other time he would've lectured about how wine was to be enjoyed not downed, but he'd spare him given his predicament. He took a long sip of his own wine, eyes watching him over the glass. "I can only imagine," He mused, glass lowering to really take in the expanse of etched muscle when his shirt came off. He gave a low hum of approval, teeth catching his lower lip as his arms shifted away from his torso to make room for the alpha to do his exploring.

He managed to keep his glass balanced when he was tugged closer, shifting his arm out to set it down on the nearest flat surface so he didn't have to worry about potentially having to get someone to steam blood-wine out of his rug. His hands found his shoulders, giving an appreciative squeeze as they trailed down to his biceps. "I know, darling," He chuckled, delicate fingers shifting to brush over his cheek then burrow into his hair, "Now, there's no need to be polite, is there?" A rough yank to his head to pull him back so their lips were centimeters apart just to loosen again to give him free movement, "I think we both know what you need."