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@keegan-andersxn
Is that ZAC EFRON? No, that’s KEEGAN ANDERSON. The 38 year old HEREDITARY/OMEGA MALE (He/Him/His) is a/an/the PSYCHOLOGIST. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be KIND & COMPASSIONATE, but beware, they’re also known to be RESERVED & PASSIVE. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT?
Dom watched as Keegan took a sip of his drink, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “So, Keegan, is that drink strong enough for you, or should I make your next one a real powerhouse?” He leaned over the bar, eyebrow raised.
“No, I haven’t listened to them,” he added with a smirk. “Always thought Metallica was just dad rock. But this shirt? Totally my strategy for attracting some hot daddies!” He laughed, clearly joking, then turned to acknowledge Keegan’s compliment. “Thanks! I’ve always been teased for having a more feminine physique, so I figured, why not flaunt it? Now all those boys who made fun of me? They’re the ones sliding into my DMs.” He winked, clearly enjoying the moment.
Keegan’s brow lifted up at the other as he mentioned being able to make the drink stronger. He didn’t know it could be stronger. Was the bartender still able to make it taste good? “You can make it stronger without the liquor showing through? Because this is pretty strong as it is already.” He said as he studied the drink and the contents that were left.
Keegan chuckled at the others explanation. “I have noticed that men tend to make fun of those more feminine because they typically are insecure about how they feel.” He noted. It was true. Keegan had learned this from his own experience. “You definitely could attract some daddies in that shirt though.”
Location: Grim's apartment, he is sharing his special interest.
"Ok ok ok so look at this." Normally Grim was not a reader, he found it to be boring and a waste of time, I mean how exciting was fiction when you could turn into an animal and control ice in real life right?
No what he was excited about now was a book of old maps he had found, some of them going back to the founding of New Haven. He was even considering having some of them framed. "Look right here is where we are right now and back then it was just nature. That's so crazy to think about."
Keegan wasn't one to sleep around but he had been in heat and needed that sweet release that his body so desperately craved. He had found a robe to put on so he wouldn’t be completely exposed for all of Grim’s neighbors to see. You could already hear whispers about him being the town drunk.
Keegan came up behind him close as he looked down along with the man at the male that were strung out across the table. “It’s called evolution.” He gave the other a soft sheepish smile. “It is fascinating though. I always like to think about the dinosaurs age.”
Dom gave a flirty smirk, his eyes twinkling as he said, “As you wish, sir,” and promptly set to work mixing up the drink. With a practiced hand, he poured a generous splash of rum into the glass before adding the Coke, giving the concoction a quick stir. He eyed the man’s appearance and decided a little extra kick wouldn’t hurt—after all, he seemed like someone who could handle it.
As he set the drink on a coaster and slid it across the bar, he caught the man’s compliment about his shirt. Dom chuckled softly and leaned in slightly, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. “I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’ve never actually listened to Metallica. I just like thrifting for cool clothes and making them look even hotter.” He gave a playful shrug and gestured to his outfit. “So, do you think I pulled it off?”
“Please…call me Keegan. Sir sounds way too formal in this kind of setting.” He said as he chuckled lightly. Keegan loved watching bartenders make his drinks. He was very capable of making his own drinks at home, he just enjoyed watching other people make it for him. Once the bartender put the drink down on the table for him, he breathed a silent sigh of relief. He didn’t want to see too eager, but he grabbed the drink gently and took a sip of it to try it out and see if it was to his liking, which it indeed was.
“You’ve never listened to them? Man, you’re missing out.” He was shocked that the bartender hadn’t ever heard them. He supposed that they weren’t everyone’s cup of tea though and that was fair. “I think not every guy can pull a crop top off but you definitely do.” He held up his glass in a cheers motion before giving him a playful wink.
Dominik let out a soft sigh as he wiped down the bar, his curls falling into his face while he scrubbed at a particularly stubborn spill. He quickly straightened up when he heard the bell above the door chime, signaling a new arrival. "Welcome!" he called out, brushing his curls aside as he turned to face the customer. With a charming smile and a hand resting on his exposed hip, he added, "What can I get for you today, handsome?" Dominik wore a baggy crop top repurposed from an old Metallica t-shirt and tight low-rise jeans that accentuated the band of his briefs. Though his attire might not have been the most conventional for bar work, it made him feel confident and comfortable, and that was what mattered most to him.
Keegan was on his usual schedule, and that was to grab a drink...or two...or three...after work. He had, had a busy week with new patients that he was seeing out of his home office. As he stepped into the establishment, a coolness of the air touched his face and he felt like he could breath and that the bar was almost welcoming him in with a hug like an old familiar friend. "Thanks." He smiled sheepishly at the other as he took a seat front and center at the bar making himself feel at home. "Can I get a rum & coke please?" He asked with the arch of his brow rising. "Nice shirt. I love Metallica." He concluded.
"You're fine," Lux said, not looking at Keegan and just shrugging off the question. His brow was furrowed, wrinkling in the middle of his forehead as he stared at the exhibit in front of him. It had been one after another, things that were said to be from long ago and yet he didn't recognize at all. And once again, he was starting to feel stupid. It wasn't getting to him just yet, though. "Is there food here?" He asked suddenly, turning to look at Keegan. "That would make this place better, I think."
Keegan was surprised to see Lux out in day time hours. He was used to seeing him at the local pubs. It was a nice change of pace for him as an individual. "They might have something in their gift shop? I thought someone told me that they had a cafe, but I'm not sure. We could go and get something if you like after? It would be my apology for being in your way." He flashed a grin. "My treat."
Location: Museum Of Magick
For: Anyone
Keegan had, had the day off from his private practice. Sometimes he gave himself random days off throughout the month so that he could take a day for self care. His version of self care was to day drink and flirt with eligible males at the bar. But today was different. He wanted to take a trip to the museum of Magick. He wanted to understand the town of New Haven more and brush up on his knowledge of his own lineage. Keegan was studying one of the exhibits when he felt another’s presence near him. “I’m sorry, am I in your way?” He asked as he looked up at the other with apologetic eyes.
"I like that." Leo said with a little laugh as he began to undress Keegan, kissing at each new bit of exposed skin, his mouth moving over the other's chest licking his nipple and giving it a teasing bite. He might be an omega but that did not mean he would be submitting to others so easily he was much more at home driving the ship like he was now. His mouth moving closer over Keegan's stomach and lower hovering above his waistline. He looked up with a wicked grin.
"You know any fun sex tricks with that magic of yours? I can feed our pleasure in a loop with telepathy if you want."
Keegan hadn’t been touched like that in a long time. It was an overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He wasn’t one to usually have one night stands but his body was craving for something he couldn’t quite saturate on his own. He was glad that the other was taking the lead because he was not a domineering person. He was the complete opposite and was entirely submissive of treated properly. A soft moan escaped from his lips as he rested his head back before looking back up at the other male.
“Surprisingly I don’t. I’d love to learn some though.” He cocked up a brow when the other said he knew how to put them in a pleasure loop. He was intrigued. “You’ve got me curious about that.”
"More pros though, for me. Maybe not for everyone, but this is a miracle for me. Before I got here, my father's men were taking me back home," he said, shuddering. He closed his mouth suddenly, though, realizing he was probably giving too much away. Lux took another sip from his glass, to get himself to stop talking for a moment. It wasn't something he'd openly admitted to many people.
"Not for an audience or anything. But I did set up a rig in my room! As long as I'm quiet, nobody minds. I'd love it if I could perform somewhere, but I'm not sure where I'd even do that?" Lux frowned. "I don't really like this," he admitted, pointing at the drink in his hand. Still, he took yet another sip, halfway finished with a drink he didn't really like.
Keegan knew vaguely about Lux’s past. He thought he had daddy issues but Lux’s issues were a lot deeper than Keegan’s. But it was something they could bond over. Given the circumstances if Keegan was ever ready enough to talk about it. Which he hadn’t been so far. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. Looks like we both have assholes for fathers, huh?” He gave the man a soft encouraging smile. He was trying to be supportive. Sometimes he didn’t always do a good job of that. Even as a trained therapist.
“If you want, I can order you something more fruity.” He chuckled. “That’s good that you can still do what you love. I’m not sure where you could perform either. They should have an auditorium or something here in New Haven.” He suggested taking another sip of his own beverage before sitting it back down again.
Location: Maze Open To: Anyone
Just like last year, Skylar dropped his usual obligations to help out with the Fyre Festival. He much would rather hang ornaments and decorate the streets than sit in some alpha's boring office space filing paperwork. Besides, as a renowned practitioner of the arcane arts — he was inclined to partake in all of the town's pagan holidays. The celebrations were fun to be a part of as well. Skylar didn't think he'd have so much fun riding a bull. At least, not the kind with horns and hooves. He's encountered enough of those in the last couple of weeks to last a lifetime. Yet despite the jovial revelry and merriment, something sat heavy in his heart. Skylar wasn't a shifter, nor did he particularly worship the goddess their community worshipped. The borrower witch saw no benefit in offering his devotion to a deity who demanded he pop out babies at every waking moment of the day. He narrows his eyes and casts a scornful gaze at the moon.
Dressed almost entirely in white except for the brown leather sandals on his feet, Skylar wanted to give off the appearance that he was a pure virgin. Even though he was anything but, the borrower witch thought it fitting for the occasion. Besides, Skylar was still in his Greek Twunk Era and linen just proved to be a superior fabric he immensely enjoyed wearing. Making up for the lack of heat his sleeveless shirt provided, Skylar decided to don a shawl as the sun began to set and the air became cooler. Cassiel flew right next to him as he approached one of the larger attractions in the festival. “I helped design the maze, you know,” he spoke to the other supernatural by the entrance. “So incredibly well, I unfortunately doubt I can find my way out without flying.” A light chuckle escaped him as he began to walk inside. “Care to accompany me?”
Keegan wasn’t much for festivities but he was bored and had nothing better to do with his time. He figured it was better to be out drinking than to be at home drinking alone. He wouldn’t judge himself as much. The hereditary witch made his way to the maze, but was hesitant to enter. He didn’t want to get lost and knowing he was mildly buzzed, it would happen to him. Out of everyone else going through. He could conjure a navigation spell, but he was too lazy to even try. “I actually would. I need someone to help me not get lost.” He chuckled softly. “It’s a beautifully designed maze though.”
"Oh someone straight forward. Of course I am going to fuck you." Leonidas didn't care if they were both omegas, his superiority over other species transcended that. And this boy, as lovely as he was- was not a fairy. "I can make sure your face isn't in them but it would be a shame you have beautiful eyes." Leo moved closer and grabbed Keegan by the chin leaning in and kissing him hungrily, pushing the witch against the bed he lifted his hands up under Keegan's shirt exploring his body. "You are very clothed for someone that wants to be fucked." he said with a hum.
“I’d rather be straight forward than beat around the bush. I am a shrink after all.” He chuckled softly at his own remark. He was pleased to hear that the other wanted to fuck him. It wasn’t going to be a waste of an evening after all. “How about this…you can take ones for the public without my face and then keep the ones with my face as your own to look back on when you touch yourself?” He stated boldly. It wasn’t a usual comment he would make, but the liquor was making him feel a little bit more confident than he normally was. Surprised but settling in quickly to the others kiss, he kissed the omega back with just as much force and hunger. A low whimper and gasp coming from Keegan’s throat when Leo pushed him up against the bed and began to feel underneath him. “Well maybe you should fix that.” He murmured before kissing him once more.
"Maybe so but I picked you. Do you not see the value in your own looks? You are delicious. I can't lie you know. It is physically impossible for me to lie. If I didn't find you utterly ravishing I wouldn't be able to say that I wanted to fuck you." Leo moved closer and cupped the other's chin in his hand letting his thumb run along his jawline gently. "My kind live forever if we stay in the halls of the great courts. Unfortunately my family left and forfeited our rights to that perk. Still. You won't actually be immortal, just a figure of speech. Probably have nudes floating around for decades though."
"I suppose I do, but I choose to be humble about it." He shrugged softly. It was true. He wasn't the type to boast about himself. In fact, he was quite insecure the majority of the time. God, it felt so good to be touched the way the other was touching him. It sent a pleasurable shiver up his spine. "Let's hope none of my patients find them. I don't know if I could continue my line of work with a straight face." He chuckled. He wasn't worried. Perhaps if people saw his nudes, he would get more patients. It was a thought. "So are you going to fuck me or not prince charming? We came all this way. It would be a shame if we'd let it go to waste."
"Silly sweet drunk boy. Who in their right mind would turn down photos of you nude. Look at you. What a catch." Leo was glad the other didn't seem upset, if anything they were embarrassed which was fine by him. Reaching out he wrapped his arms around Keegan's shoulders drawing him in closer. Letting himself get closer to the witch's face so they were almost kissing now. "Photos are modern magic you know. Someone told me they last forever. I don't think that is true but they are amazing none the less. Let me immortalize you sweet drunk Keegan."
Being called a silly drunk boy almost made the older male giggle. It wasn't something that he was used to. Not many people were able to make him laugh but he always appreciated a bit of a roasty joke towards himself. "A catch? You have a lot more fruitful pickings to chose from. Not sure why you went home with a washed up drunk such as myself." He batted his eyelashes slowly and tauntingly. Keegan settled into the younger man when he pulled him back into him....feeling the anxiety roll out of his body. "Immortalize? Who in their right mind would want to live this kind of life for forever?" Not to get to into his feelings but it was a true thought he had from time to time. He did not understand why anyone would possibly want to be immortal. But it had it's perks to some degree, he supposed.
Well, wasn't that an interesting tidbit to hear? "I imagine beautiful people find it difficult to fly under the radar. You're by far too attractive to easily hide from attention. I noticed you the second you came into sight, and I haven't been able to take my eyes off you since you sat down."
And he really hadn't. Ryuunosuke had been unable to bring his attention elsewhere making him even more curious as to why someone like him wouldn't want the attention he so naturally commanded. "I hope my drink choice and my company provide you the welcome you deserve," he offers, clinking their glasses together. "Though, do you worry that your tendency to get into other people's heads is what keeps you in yours?"
Heat flowed through the males cheeks and it showed when the pigment changed. He wasn’t used to the bluntness but he appreciated it nonetheless. Even if it wasn’t something he was used to hearing. “Stop. You’re going to make those compliments go to my head.” He chuckled.
“It tastes sweet…but not overly sweet. Has a bit of a bite. I like it. You have good taste in drinks. I’ll have to take your recommendations more often.” It made him feel kind of fancy drinking this type of drink. He was used to drinking his non aesthetic rum & Coke. “You know, I never thought about it that way. But that could be part of the issue. Absolutely. It goes a lot deeper than that but…I’m not about to bore you with my daddy issues.”
Location: Leo's apartment (feel free to assume they know each other at they very least they rolled around naked for a bit) obviously for everyone.
"You know most people would be flattered that I wanted to use a spread of them as part of an art exhibit." though also most people didn't have a collection of nudes in the fae's hands at the moment. Though if Leo had to say they were very tasteful nudes. Of course he would think so though he had taken all the pictures.
"You're body is a work of art why not show it off? Besides why let someone take photos of you nude if you didn't want people to see them? It's not like I told you it would be something for just the two of us. Stop being a baby." Most people found it thrilling when Leo took pictures in the bedroom, until this conversation happened, he happened to have conversations like this far too often.
Keegan had been longing for some company and he thought why not then try and get someone to take him home from the bar? This is exactly what he had done and the type of night he had expected to happen...however, he wasn't expecting pictures to be involved. He was flattered...shy but flattered nonetheless. Naked body exposed and a tint of blush invading his cheeks, he looked at the other male with apologetically drunken eyes. "Forgive me. I'm not used to people wanting to take photos of me....that of which are nude." He murmured.
Lux shook his head. "No, it isn't just kinder. But there is more reason to be kind than there used to be. More people expect kindness, now. And the bad people are better hidden, so they seem more rare. I think there is probably still lots of bad, but also more people willing to protect themselves from it," he tried to explain. It just wasn't like where he'd come from, where he'd had to run away and live in fear of being found most of the time.
"I am an acrobat," he said, smiling, happy to talk about it. "I did lots of stuff, all of it in the air. Like flying, but more falling than anything else. Falling beautifully, though," Lux explained. "I don't know what I like, yet, I guess."
Keegan understood what the man had meant. It was harder to find bad people or villains in the new world. It wasn’t a bad thing. It was more relaxing. No need to worry about being Peter Parker and The Amazing Spiderman. “You have a very valid point. I’m sure you find there are pros and cons to both.” He concluded.
“I’d love to have seen you perform some time. Do you do any performing now?” He asked curiously. “Perhaps I can help you figure out what you like in today’s time. It just takes more experience at the end of the day.”
