“I’ll take it from here.” Draconius strange eyes wandered from the front of the cabin toward the door that opened at the side of his chauffeur for the evening. He was thankful that there were still some mannered gentlemen in this city. Draco inhaled softly as the small token and invitation were rolled and tied with a ribbon. Fancy that. His first few days in Aeternum and he was already being welcomed. The small details of this party were exactly what his father prohibited him from participating. In this place, he was just some wealthy and privileged Dragonborn. Here he could start over. Make a name for himself beyond that his father had provided in his shadow.Â
Frenzy and faint. Draconius tried to make out the atmosphere but the temperature already had shifted several degrees from the night outside. The scent of sex filled the air as wax and leather all seemed to fragrant small portions of the hall. His cloak had been removed by some anxious and hungry male that it nearly caused a subtle reaction. He growled. But his attention soon swayed toward the hands that soon plastered his body. Tips descended his sun-kissed flesh. Draco’s ripe nipples were tugged as his curvey cheeks caressed and a pair of hands balls played with his lower balls. He felt summoned. Drawing the attentive touches to a purring groan, Draco’s body remained a beacon of attention. He oddly relished in it. Maybe this is why he was forbidden to lurk in taverns.Â
Eye caught glimpse of a familiar face but he didn’t quite know how to react. In all places, of all destinations, this had to be the one time he’d run into someone relatively close to his line. Draco placed a hand on a shoulder to stabilize as fingers poked and pried places he never really just let happen. He was caught in a trance. It was better to make his presence aware than feeling the fire of a fellow dragon, later. Draco stood close, watching the tone before he spoke. “Greetings.” He spoke up to Solus. Perhaps he’d recognize him, perhaps not. Either way, he waited for no response as he turned his gaze down to his pet and gave him a gentle wave paired with a nod. “And to you, my friend,” to which he would refer to the crawling one [Lucas/Carus]. This is when he assumed the mask idea was perfect. “Good…boy?”
Having yet to find a pet who intrigued him, Solus still wore his robes as he slowly walked Carus through the party, making sure his crawling pet wasn’t trodden upon by the other patrons. He kept his head up and Carus at his heels, like walking the limber pet was a normal, daily routine when they had only done it minimally inside his manor. Solus gave one-word commands to his pet as they moved around the crowd so that Solus could decide whom Carus would service first. Seeing someone approaching them instead, Solus curled his hand in the links of the leash and ordered, “Sit!” with a tug and expected Carus to comply. Realizing he knew the Elite that was approaching, Solus further curled his hand into the leash to keep Carus resolutely at his side and check some of his anger which flared at the sight of the Prince’s face.
“Draconius,” Solus said as his greeting and stood tall. His expression soured when the other Dragonborn introduced himself to Carus. “Don’t speak to him,” Solus said sternly. “He has yet to learn his place.” That was all the explanation that Solus offered for Carus to be on the ground in a dog mask. Eyes flashing bronze as he swallowed his rage, knowing that the Prince shouldn’t be here or anywhere inside the city walls, yet he was flaunting his presence, Solus offered the other Dragonborn a seat on a nearby couch. “Would you like to be serviced by my pet?” he bluntly asked before leading Carus to the couch. “He’s quite good and only exceeds that in eagerness to please Elites. In fact, if you wished to force his throat onto your erection, you would likely make his night.”
Lucas was torn, he actually liked being called a 'good boy' much more than he thought he would have, but it was clear to him that Solus wasn't fond of the man in front ofh im, so he wasn't sure what to do. It became much more clear when he felt his master tug on his leash. He did want to meet more people and get to know them, maybe make some real connections, but he didn't want to upset his master either. So Lucas obediently crawled closer to his master, not wanting to cause a scene.
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