( THOMAS DOHERTY, HOMOSEXUAL, CIS MAN & HE/HIM ) — by the grace of the gods, old and new, i present to you PRINCE LUCIAN PRYOR of BERGIA. the gods have blessed us with their presence for 26 years. the people of the kingdom have known them to be CHARMING, BOLD, OBSERVANT and while it is not always shown to the masses, it is said they can also be BACCHANALIAN, ARROGANT, & JEALOUS. what will their tale in the story of metia be? only they can write it, so let’s see how their legend unfolds.
basics:
full name: Prince Lucian Pryor
gender: cis male
pronouns: he/him
sexuality: pansexual
age: twenty six
date of birth: 21 June
zodiac sign: Cancer
occupation: he's a prince babyyyy
appearance:
faceclaim: Thomas Doherty
height: 6'1
build: shockingly built under all those clothes, which considering all he does is drink, party, and sword fighting.
eyes: blue
hair: dark black hair, the trademark of his family.
piercings: none
tattoos: none
style: He's often wearing darker colours, dull golds and emeralds or black. Everything is naturally expensive because he's rather use to having the finest things in his Kingdom.
sexual:
preference: verse- top leaning
size: big, very thick, uncut
kinks: worship (receiving), humiliation, praise, rough sex, biting, marking, choking, daddy kink, feminization, open to others
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𓆰 "it is exhausting," he admitted with a nod of his head and an almost bitter laugh under his breath. "i am hardly able to act anymore without the thought crossing my mind of how someone might react if they saw me; what my people might think of me; my parents. would i embarrass the valtolian kingdom by doing this... exhausting does not begin to cover it." he could have complained for hours, if prompted, about the pressures he was under but the banter between them was a welcome distraction that kept him from teetering over the line; that kept him in more playful spirits. "if you do manage to make bets on my pants splitting, i want at least half of your winnings; or something as compensation for likely making an ass of myself." he teased.
"i would rather you did not, but i can not stop you from telling your brother's about me if you want to." he admitted as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, the color spreading on his cheeks to the tips of his ears as his eyes remained glued to lucian; not daring once to look away from him. "though now i am curious. what would you tell them of me?"
he knew he needed to be careful about the public opinion of him, and how the other houses viewed him, but rather than putting on airs for lucian he found himself being a bit too honest; but he couldn't help himself. confident, even arrogant, men with strong hands like his, dominant and sure in their demand over others, has always been a weakness of baylyn's; and god's did it look good on lucian.
at the mention of lucian fucking every last hole he had as if he were nothing more than a common whore, the blush on his cheeks darkened into an unmistakable red while even more of the color dusted over his collarbone and across the top of his bared chest. he might not have said anything in response, but the look in his eyes was more than enough to confirm that was what he wanted.
"yes ser," he mumbled under his breath.
bending forward, unlacing his boots, he did his best to work them off quickly so he could kick them to the side before standing tall again; his hands finding their way back to the waist of his pants. pushing them down, the tightness of the fabric giving him a bit of a fight as they stubbornly clung to his thick, strong thighs, he finally managed to get them down around his ankles so he could step out of them; his cock already half-thickened with arousal, nestled in the bush of golden hairs around the base, as he stood before lucian; completely naked and exposed to him.
He could see it, the way all those expectations pressed down onto the others shoulders. The weight of a golden crown and an entire country. He'd seen that same weight on his brother and his parents for as long as he could remember. All that work and so little joy, his he tilting at that bitter laugh the other gave. "And yet you have no one to share that burden with. Or at least that's what the royal rumours say." he pointed out with a little suck of his cheek. "Now that is a tragic state of affairs my parents would never allow to stand." God knows his mother had a royal marriage chart out the moment he was born. Who was better and why, a list of royal suitors all document only in their head.
"Half of my winnings? 60/40 is my best offer. I made the bet after all. I'm only giving you any because it's your ass." It was a light and easy joke. That teasing twinkle still dancing in his eyes.
He could see that blush as it crept over the others cheeks and he had to stop himself from making a comment about it all- though he didn't break the eye contact they both shared as he let that tension fill between them. "Hm, that you were as handsome as all the royal courts say. That you have fantastic tits and a better ass." He answered with a knife like smirk. "And that you were as welcoming as can be to someone who just stumbled upon you in your room- in such a state of undress. I can always say you're the perfect gentleman, if you rather that truth." He pointed out- he knew more than anyone how careful you had to be with appearances between the royals. He wasn't here to cause bad blood between the nations.
Lucian adored power, he could get drunk off it as much as any wine or special herb. And he adored it even more during sex- being the one to take control- to feel that power over someone and that space they shared. The moment that blush got darker on the crown princes face. Lucian knew that he found someone who craved that strong hand and rough words- who was aching for someone else to take the reigns and make it all so easy for them. It made perfect sense for the crown prince and wasn't it a thrill to have that power over someone so special as that?
That smirk sharpen more with that drop of the word ser. Arousal rushing down between his legs at that simple word as he leaned back in his chair and just took a sip of wine as the other went back to stripping for him. The goblet placing back onto the table as those pants finally dropped around the others ankle. The other was gorgeous. Stunning. Easily one of the most attractive men he'd ever seen, he couldn't deny it even if he tried. Still that powerful, arrogant aura Lucian put out remained.
"Good boy." he remarked as he soaked in that half-hard cock with an amused glint. Nice to see the other already enjoying himself. Lucian was aware calling any Lord a boy was a risk. Let alone one of the royals but he had a feeling the other might enjoy it. He reached a hand out to tease a single finger down that length and over the sensitive head. "A mighty staff indeed." He praised as he flicked his eyes up to Baylor's-
'Though I think we both know that you'd prefer my shoved down that throat of yours." He was testing his limits here, seeing just how much the other enjoyed himself in the presence of such power.
"Kneel" There was that ordering tone again as his knees shifted a part, making space for the crown prince if he so wished to follow that order.
"You know most people would consider the day after a party one to relax and recover." Prince Lucian pointed out lazily from his seat in his room, a golden robe thrown over his half naked body and seemingly without a care at all that it was undone at the front. Everything about Lucian was effortless and yet powerful- as if even now he was so self assured of his own position in life. The arrogance dripped off the Prince in waves. The prince reached forward with a knife to stab it into some fresh fruit that was so helpfully provided for this late morning breakfast before bringing it to his lips and taking it between his lips, a little juice running down his lips before it was quickly wiped away by a swipe of his tongue.
"Or are you here for me to tell you what a success the party was? Or how I think it might effect Bergia? Or if I see any marriage prospects among the other princes? I do love a bit of idle gossip" The prince mused over at his guest before he gave a little wave to the seat across from him.
"Please- we both know I never turn down company. Even if as I shake off the amount of wine I consumed last night." He knew his own reputation as a charmer, as a bed hopping rake. As someone who could talk and charm the pants off any handsome man in any kingdom. He really rather embraced it.
"Feel free to take some fruit. This country does have some divine tasting ones after all." He offed with a little wave towards the massive platter in front of him. Why not share the wealth.
"Well? What did you want? Other than my unique company?" At the very least he was curious what the other would say.
"Must you always tease me Luc its ever so cruel" He spoke with a fake pout as he looked at his older brother, "Im sure are least one of our older brother's would disappointed in me no matter how proud you are." he leaned against the wall knowing that his brother wouldn't let him pass with out the sharing of information.
"if you have to know it was a lord of some house one who's husband has yet to arrive." far from the proudest moment, however the wine did flow freely and inhibitions had lowered.
"what are you doing on this side of the estate." He asked his brother with a smile of his own. "who's bed did you roll out of this morning i know it was not your own." He spoke as he moved to pull his pants on since they had started a conversation. "must of made so many people jealous when you left with someone glad i wasn't there to see it."
"I am fairly certainly it's my obligation to do so, yes." He pointed out as he grinned over at the other. "I mean true. Possibly the one that doesn't know how to have any fun." Not that Lucian was going to mention who that was. "And I am very, very proud." He added with a smirk- which surely must counteract any disappointment his other brothers had, right?
"You played mistress for a night? I'm scandalized." Lucian teased even if that glint in his eyes more than betrayed the fact he didn't care.
His eyes dipped a bit to watch his brother put on those pants without a hint of shame as he shifted against the stone wall. Might as well enjoy the show. "Don't feel too bad for the many people at the party last night- I might have left with one but I came back and then left with another, and another. It was quite an active night." He added with a little hum. "Though as for the room I left...We are talking about your indiscretions, not mine." He pointed out with a little chuckle.
𓆰 "a conversation starter, and a reputation ender; hardly what the crown prince should be doing while hosting the other kingdoms for the annual celebration of peace." baylyn quipped back before lifting his bottle to take another hearty swig of his ale. "you know, sometimes being the slaves of our parent's desire is not always the worst thing; they want what is best for us, i truly believe that. i just wish they would not make it so hard for us to enjoy ourselves along the way." letting out another heavy breath, his chest heaving with the inhale, he kept his grip tight around the neck of his bottle as he chose to lean against the desk he had been at rather than sitting down himself; his arms crossing over his chest as he turned his attention to lucian fully. "the scandal will be in whether i manage to survive the night without ripping them."
he was distracted for a moment; his bright blue eyes drawn in by lucian, raking over every inch of the man as he sank back into his seat and relaxed. there was something about the way he carried himself, even as he sat there-- that confidence-- that seemed to lure baylyn in.
"yes, well," he answered with a soft laugh, "if anyone else is to ask you if you are enjoying yourself, do me a favor and forget to mention this free show." if he were younger, he would have blushed at the way lucian gestured at him.
shaking his head with a smile, he took yet another long sip of his ale, the alcohol in it warming him as he drank. "the last thing i need is you giving a glowing report to my parents, or yours; or anyone for that matter." setting the bottle down at his side, he opened his mouth to say something else only to freeze as lucian told him to strip. there was power in his voice, and arrogance, as he looked at baylyn with a glint of challenge in his eyes.
there was the blush.
he could have laughed it off, or even ignored the request-- the demand-- but instead baylyn found himself moving forward; pushing away from the desk he had been leaning on to cross the room so that he was standing directly in front of the other prince; the lesser prince. swallowing his breath, he looked down at lucian with furrowed brows and began to untie his pants. once they were loosened, he began to push them down on his hips, revealing a trimmed bush of golden blonde hairs, only to stop before he revealed too much. "this," he questioned, his voice hushed, as he gripped at the waist of his pants, "is all you need of me to make your night more enjoyable? to strip?"
'Is that what you think about? What the right thing for a crown prince should be doing? Honestly that sounds exhausting." Though Lucian did have the benefit of not having to worry about such lofty things so far down the line of succussion. 'Does rather take the fun out of it f you ask me." He added with an amused click of his tongue. "It does make you wonder if they had any joy themselves when they walked the path they're trying to set out of for us. But I do see your point- I do not begrudge them for wanting the best for us. Or wishing for some strong future for their offspring. " Lucian relented even if he felt like he could make a few thousand other snarky comments. "Should I start taking bets on if they do or not?" Lucian mused lightly as he kept his eyes locked to the crown prince even as he took another sip of his wine.
Lucian was confident incarnate, the was the sort of Prince who always seemed like he had power and control. Even after a glass or two of wine. It was like life was a chessboard and Lucian adored making the right move to get what he wanted. "Really? And here I was all ready to tell my brothers about it, if only to get them to die a little of envy" He quipped lightly.
He could have responded to that next words but the others reaction was far, far, far more of interest to the Prince. He'd half been expecting some sort of outrage about that order or at least some lecture about how a Crown Prince was above even his station no matter what country Lucian was from. The blush however told a different story. A smirk as sharp as a knife appeared on Lucian's face as the other started to untie those far too tight pants and they slipped down his hips, Lucian's eyes dipping down to take in the sight before those next words came and they returned to the others face.
It was clear that the other enjoyed a strong hand. Lucian knew the type and who would have guessed that the Crown Prince was such a delightful creature? And god didn't it turn him on so much to be the one to hold the others leash? Lucian reached for his goblet to take a little sip of that wine again as he just let baylyn's question hang in the air between them. As if savouring the moment before he placed his goblet back on the desk.
"No" It's an easy answer. "But it's start." He added as he tilled his head back against the chairs. He could guess what the other enjoyed. "I think I'll fuck your every last hole you have like a common whore. That might make my night oh so enjoyable." There's a glint in his eyes at that, they were twisted words to say to a prince but that was the point.
"You're not done. Strip" There was that tone again- intense and demanding, like he expected the other to obey.
when : a feast , evening .
where : the royal palace of veneca .
whomst : lord lucien & open .
◞ ❛ 🦚 — the dove concord was a masterpiece of excess : silks and sone turned into gold , imported sollian wines and castherian spices . a spectacle of peace , draped in luxury , bought — not brokered — with valtolian coin . a staggering sum , torn from the treasury under the king ’ s ever - gracious hand , as if gold were infinite , as if prosperity could be plucked from the air like a ripe fig . lucien had counted every last piece before it left his grasp . valtolia would remember the number long after the last candle burned out .
he lifted his goblet , watching the wine swirl — red as consequence ; red like the price of this peace — before the seat beside him filled . he did not turn immediately .
“ bold . ” the word slipped from his tongue , smooth as silk , sharp as steel . “ to take that seat . with all the men in this room eager to flatter and preen , i’d have thought you’d prefer a safer wager . ”
at last , he spared them a glance , something like amusement glinting in the gold of his eyes . he tipped his goblet slightly , a mock toast more than a gesture of welcome . “ tell me , then . how do you find our grand display of peace ? ” a beat , just long enough to be felt. “ does it taste as sweet as the king ’ s wine ? "
"I see my reputation has preceded me." The Prince drawled as he settled into that seat, his head tilting back against the high backed wood as he glanced over at the other with a twinkle in his eyes. He knew what his own country, his own people and others abroad thought of him. They weren't exactly wrong. The charmer. The partier. The Rake who could talk the pants and legs open of anyone. The Prince who cared little for his royal duties. "You're mistake is thinking that a safer wager is any fun." He countered again as he kept his eyes locked to the other even as the other finally turned around glance his way.
There's a little chuckle at that question. "I think real peace is made behind doors with cloaked figures and handshakes. The promise of gold and livestock. Princes marrying princes. This- is just a show. No different from a theatre. A way to both preen and warn about what this country has. " He answered simply.
"Is that what you like? Sweetness?" The prince answered as he vocally danced past that next question with a little tilt of his head.
𓆰 "oh, i am sure my parents would have loved to see that. without the trousers i would be completely bared, save for my boots." he admitted with a huff of breath as he relaxed a bit in the other's presence. yes, he needed to be careful with how he carried and presented himself but he was still glad that the one who found him was another royal, someone that could appreciate the circumstance he'd found himself in, rather than a position seeking noble willing to sell a scandal for their own gain.
"these damned things are so tight, i wish i could take them off," he added on, turning his back to the bergian prince solely as he reached for his own bottle of ale all while absentmindedly drawing the other's attention down the expanse of his exposed back to the ample, rounded curve of his rear. "-- i worry they might actually belong to one of my brother's rather than being a pair of my own."
taking a sip straight from the bottle, not bothering to provide himself with some sort of cup, baylyn sighed before turning back to face lucian again. "hopefully you are enjoying yourself? i might not look the part, at the moment, but it is still my desire to make sure all of our guests are satisfied while they are here for the concords. if there is anything i could do that would make things better, or more enjoyable for you, please let me know lucian."
"We are all slaves to our parents desires. Though presenting that mighty weapon and pretty body to the court like that would at least- be quite the conversation starter." The prince pointed out as he moved into the room. His eyes dipped down to admire that pretty, fat ass with a danger like smirk- if the other was going to put on a free show like that. He wasn't going to look away. 'My my, wearing your own brothers pants. Scandalous." He drawled lightly as he moved towards one of the seats in the room, dropping himself back into it and placing the goblet of wine on the table.
There's a glint in his eyes as he leaned back in his seat and admire the other when he turned around once again.
"It's a party, with pretty boys and flowing wine. How could I not enjoy myself. Not to mention the free show.' He pointed out with a little wave of his hand towards the other before he dropped it against the table. He did suck on the inside of his cheek at those next words, however.
"You wish to make things more enjoyable for me? Give a glowing report back to my parents or yours?" He teased with a little click of his tongue.
"Then strip." The Prince pointed out simply with a challenge in his eyes. "Because that would be very, enjoyable for me." There was that tinge to his voice of power- that the prince was use to such things happening and got a little bit of thrill out of ordering so. Even with another of his kind.
open starter
when: idk early some morning after a party
where: the halls of the castle
The sun had barely rose as he closed the door as silently as he could behind him. Most of the closed he wore last night cradled in his arms with his coat shirt barely covering his body. Roderick knew being seen her would be a scandal. This hallway was not the one the Pryor family had been given for their stay. It wasn't even close enough to fake being lost.
Still a smile on his face and a light ness in his step he started the walk to his bedroom hopefully before the his attendants alerted his parents that he hadn't spent the night in his bed. Truthfully Roderick didn't think anyone else would be awake and sneaking the halls this early so when he did cross paths he smiled shyly at the other, "I don't suppose we can keep this meeting between ourselves." eyes glancing down the pants he should have put on before leaving the room.
"Why, do you think Edric would be terribly disappointed in you?" Lucian's voice rung out as he leaned against the stone wall, peering over at his taller younger brother with a usual smirk on his face. It wasn't like it was particularly hard to put together what the other had been up to the night before. "So who was it? A prince or a servant??" Because he might as well know who his younger brother had chosen to roll in the hay with. "Don't tell me it was some noble of a lesser house"
Not that Lucian could exactly judge the other for such a situation. Not when he took to a party like a fish to water. He damn near drowned himself in wine, company and food at every chance he got.
"You're aware I'm not letting you out of this hallway till you do it." Even if the damn near giantness of his brother could no doubt just...step around him to do so if he so wished.
open to anyone
location: a spare room in the valtolian castle
𓆰 known for his patience, baylyn seemed a bit out of character as he paced around the room while he could hear the muffled sound of music and voices dancing their way down the hall towards him; reminding him that he was not out there, where he should have been, making a good impression on their gathered guests.
instead he was holed away in a side room, the only company he had the bottle of ale he had brought with him, while he waited for one of his attendants to return to him with his shirt. he hated the fuss, especially over something as trivial as clothing, but the shirt they had originally brought him was too ostentatious, glittered with turquoise embellishments. any other night it would have been fine, but tonight he wanted to make a statement by only wearing the white and gold; forgoing the colors of his family. this ball was in honor of the kingdom's unity, he could show his families flair another night.
"by the gods, i was beginning to think you had forgotten about me," he teased with a soft laugh under his breath as he heard the door to the room drag open. turning, his posture tensed a bit as his eyes landed on a different man; not his attendant. it was in that instant that he remembered his current state of undress.
"apologies," he offered with another soft laugh as he glanced down at his naked chest. "this is hardly how i intended to present myself this evening. would you mind closing the door behind you?"
Prince Lucian loved a good party, it was one of the perks of not having to be the crown prince. He could actually enjoy himself at those little events. He could enjoy the overflowing wine and the sea of pretty suitors and attractive barmen. He could dance till his feet hurt and watch the sun break over the clouds every morning and do it again the next night. He'd stumbled into that nearest door with a bright smirk on his face and a goblet of wine already in one hand, as he took a little break from the party.
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting behind that door- perhaps more party guests or another hidden buffet of food. Perhaps even a some sort of bunch of gambling nobles.
This however, was much, much better.
The Prince smirked at that bare body and there wasn't a hint of shame in his eyes as he flicked them down to enjoy the show of those abs and chest.
"I fear you have nothing to be sorry for- Personally I think you should have lost the trousers to really sell that look." He teased with a little click of his tongue as he pushed the door closed behind him and took a step into the room.
"Would have caused quite the stir." The prince pointed out as he raised his goblet to his lips and took a sip of his wine, practically smirking around the rim.
when he came back to the island earlier that day, he didn't expect to spend the night in a club. or any night really. he was more the rundown bar kind-of-guy. easy life as a cop with a badge, waltz in, drink till sunrise, scramble back to work smelling like smoke, piss & cheap beer. this was an entirely new experience, though the result would most likely remain the same. get drunk, pass out, start anew. while the others did whatever they did in night clubs, ezrah had placed himself at the bar, exploring the fine selection of different cocktails, beers & ..mixed beers. to think of beer with a fruity note ...blasphemy.
truly, he never expected to involved in anything; happy to stand on the sidelines while he chased his own goals & dreams, so he thought once the younglings all got to dancing alone, with each other or ...with others, he'd be left to his own devices to drink as he pleased. permanently. well, he got to drink freely, had already tugged loose his tie & opened a few buttons of his shirt (revealing ...an undershirt), hands had messed up his hair a little & his eyes had that gentle glossy glow to them that never failed to prove the prude catholic had left the building. apparently though, he was not going to be left alone, because he felt valentine prowling his way before he even saw him & felt his heart skip a few beats when their eyes met.
sloppy grin on plump lips, he almost squealed a little hiii at him before being dragged off towards the dancefloor. if there even was a designated dance floor. touch-starved as per usual, a simple touch like a palm against his chest was enough to almost send him reeling, though he just let out a little gasp instead that experienced a second wind when a very underdressed demigod of love placed ezrah's hand against his bare chest. he didn't need to know french to get it, fingers picking up that thin layer of sweat as they trailed up towards valentine's neck, little more pressure when that hand roamed his shoulder, though it turned & cupped his pretty face instead. thumb against his bottom lip & pressing down on it a little as ezrah brought his forehead against valentine's while letting the beat... or the music guide his body.
would it be pretty? surely not. but an effort was made.
Honestly getting the other to dance at all seemed like something a victory and the added bonus of the way of the other seemed to lean into his touch, every graze, every little stolen look in a way that sent a shiver down the son of Aphrodite's spine in the best way. Even in this crowded dancefloor, Valentine took Ezrah's gasp like it was the finest drink in the world. He leaned into those large hands as they teased along his salty skin, his head tilting up a little as those fingers trailed over his neck and there was a little part of the artists lips as if he craved that touch there before it was suddenly stolen away. Though the disappointment only lasted mere moments before those wonderful hands were cupping his face instead. There's a soft kiss at that thumb at his lips before they parted and he slipped that digit between his fingers, his teeth gazing against Ezrah's thumb and his tongue teasing against it playfully even as his forehead pressed back against the older man's.
His body slipped perfectly against the older man's as they danced- or moved to the music at the very least. Valentine's hand dropping down to brush those fingers along Ezrah's hipbone sensually, briefest, barest of touches that promised so much more. Like he'd unwrap the other right here and worship every part of him like it was his favourite. His other hand traced up along the others chest as they moved, Valentine's hips even grinding against the older man's a few times when the beat picked up.
It was easy to see why Valentine was the son of a love god, every movement was soft, sexual and utterly teasing.
Despite the evident changes throughout the last few weeks, Galahad hadn't really seen much of a reason not to just... Treat the day as any other. Birthday or not, he was far more inclined to time in the company of the woods than anything else. It was late evening by the time he made it back, which meant time to unwind and just... Relax. Crashing down in the hot springs, eyes closed and letting himself think.
Or, well, the closest thing to thinking he did, which more involved going over what had happened and piece things together in his own way. A hum in his throat, eyes closed, taking in what he could and mostly unaware of his surroundings.
"You know if I didn't know any better, I'd accuse you of hiding." the humour filled but familiar French accent cut though the silence as he moved towards the hot spring. The naked son of Aphrodite was always had a certain directness about him and today was no different as he placed his towel near the side of the hot springs and stepped into the hot water, easily finding a seat as his eyes stayed locked to Galahad even as he had his quiet, tranquil moment. He knew enough that it was the others birthday. That little fact seemed impossible to hide in house or on the entire island it seemed.
'Don't worry, chérie, I'll keep your hiding spot secret." Valentine pointed out as he tilted his head against the side of the hot springs, reaching a hand up to run though his long hair to wet it.
the prawn stars club was, by all accounts, a respectable establishment that ran an honest business and welcomed patrons from all walks of life. a sea-hardened nymph in her thirties named troyanne owned the club—built it herself, prawn shell by shell, some thirty years ago. napoleon had briefly worked as a bartender here before moving on, as he so often did. but his time at the club had been full of wonders. stepping back between the gilded cages now felt like a homecoming, one he celebrated by drinking a few too many cocktails and by wearing nothing but shorts and two seashells over his nipples.
so when valentine tugged him onto the seat, the son of aphrodite found himself face-to-face with a shirtless napoleon, his skin bronzed by sweat and salt, cheeks flushed pink beneath a wide grin. the offered drink met no resistance; napoleon eagerly downed it. “oh, that’s delicious,” he sighed, licking his lips—at both the drink and the sight before him. “it’s been a while since we last mingled, hasn’t it, mr. valentine?” napoleon’s grin crept wider. “you’re always the first on my dance card. but i can offer more than that.” he let out a soft string of giggles. “enjoying the prawn stars?”
"Oh I always am." Valentine all but purred with that confidence you'd expect of a son of a love goddess. His eyes dancing as the other as he watches him take a few sips of those drinks. "Though I have to compliment the bartender here. He has his own brand of magic." He added as he reached an arm to run along the back of the couch, it was impossible to miss how the other looked at him and that little hungry lick of his lips. 'Far too long if you ask me, Mr Vella" he agreed a little brush of his finger down the centre of that slightly sweaty chest before dropping his hand away from the other. "God, you always say the most right things. It's almost cruel."
the Frenchman laughed easily before he added. "And you know I will always take more than that." His humour and good mood easily dancing along in the voice and betrayed in every little movement of his body as he relaxed against the chair.
"How could I not? Nice booze. Pretty men. Even the music is divine." Though maybe that was just because that earlier fight had gone so well for them.
"How about you? Making out with your many fans on the dancefloor." he asked with a little tilt of his head as he reached out to curl his fingers back around the side of his glass and took it back from Napoleon to take his own sip, smirking around the glass.
It's a little later in the night when Valentine finally comes to claim that dance from Ezrah. Valentine's shirt had seemingly vanished and his pants were even slightly open but hugged tight around his slender waist. Sweat dripped down his defined muscled chest slightly as moved though the crowd to find where the older man had been lingering off nursing his drink. It was moments like that left little doubt of Valentine's true parentage. Every movement he made seemed seductive and sensual- a performance of sex even as his hand simply reached out and curled a finger into Ezrah's belt loop, walking them backwards towards the dancing crowd.
Valentine's head tilted back as those dark curls bounced with every step. The music flowed around them in moments and Valentine seemed to match it as he slid his hand up the older man's chest- the touch just as sensual as the rest of his movements, his body brushing against the others as he rocked to the music.
That hand moved further and further up to cup the older man's neck as the other hand moved down to take Ezrah's and rather helpfully placed it onto his bare body, a silent request to explore wherever he wanted as the world fell into pulsating den of depravity.
"Allez, mon joli loup gris. Prends ce que tu veux" The words dripped from the frenchman's curved, playful lips, the words dancing over at the other before they're swept away in the music.
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