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[fallcnlight]

All good things come to an end. Cleaning up the club after the drunken and drugged left for the morning had always proven to be a game of expert hide-and-seek. Kemuel’s found passed out guests toppled over one another in the bathrooms, one near the edge of the dance floor, and a few miraculously hanging on the ceiling’s crossbeams by the sheer will of their legs. How they managed to climb up there was anyone’s guess. 

He mopped up the floor for a good half hour, brow glistening in the dim lighting as he dropped a ‘wet floor’ sign and then went to dispose of the dirty water. The demon returned in time to find the others cleaning around the bar and tables, while one in particular overlooked the booths. Kemuel walked forward, feet relatively quiet on the ground as he neared the other. It was oddly quiet this time. Did any of his coworkers indulge on the clock? 

“Have any plans after this?” He spoke up, head askew as his eyes wandered Wyl’s features, assessing what mood the demon was in. Kemuel’s barely aware of his life beyond the club, let alone his own life, yet there was an inkling that the demon had something to him the others lacked. 

Friends, family? 

Kemuel’s not sure if he had either, after his plummet from grace three years ago. He had to start somewhere, even in the most awkward of circumstances. “I may walk around for a bit, maybe catch the sunrise later.”

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[fallcnlight]

💋

Ending his nights at Helium wasn’t a bad thing, especially with Wyl around. The demon made the time go by without so much as glance to the clock or a look to his watch. Kemuel’s perception of time was indeed arguably fast in comparison to his peers, but being with Wyl only accentuated it. Something about the demon’s kind mannerisms and soft smiles that rivaled youthful vigor brought out the softer, exposed side of Kemuel.

The others had already gone and left in accordance of Wyl’s decree; there was only two people needed to lock the club and set the alarms after all. Kemuel pressed the palm of his hand against the butt of the broom and leaned forward, smiling to Wyl as the other went on about the night’s affairs. He couldn’t help but get lost in Wyl’s warm gaze, very close to the soft sunlight from his home above.

Kemuel leaned in and pressed his plush lips against Wyl’s cheek for a breath, then pulled away. He had an urger and gave into it, still feeling it’s need feed at his stomach and cheeks in a frenzy that brought color to his face. There’s a small laugh that slips off a sigh and he sways his head, “I apologize, I didn’t mean to be so abrupt. I hope--I hope I didn’t upset you.”

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[restlesspirits]

Reverse [ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not. ( last one for Wyl and Ricardo )

[ pain ]  your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

Ricardo wasn’t holding back. It had been years since he had been around Wyl, let alone been with him like this. The man had the younger demon pinned under him face down on the bed as his hips slammed into him with wild abandon. He obviously thought that he could take the damage and was almost looking to inflict pain on the thinner male. One arm braced him above Wyllem as the other was gripping bruising-ly at his hip to keep him in place as he continued his ruthless pace. 

Ricky’s mouth found its way across the other man’s shoulder blade in open mouthed kisses and nips until he reached the shoulder and bit down hard enough to draw blood. His main goal there had been pain, wanting to inflict it in almost a revenge against the other. 

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[restlesspirits]

Reverse [ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect. ( I need more for Wyl and Ric )

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

-flashback-

Ricardo came up from behind Wyl and grabbed at him, dragging him backward. “Hey.” He started to kiss at the other demons neck as he pulled the two of them out of sight of the rest of the gang. His strong arms stayed fitted around the other’s smaller form as his lips moved over the soft skin on Wyl’s neck. “Where you been all day?” The demon gruffed against the gangmember’s neck before nuzzling in deeper. His teeth latched on for a moment before he could pull back and admire the marks he was leaving on the others neck.

It was obvious that Ricky had been bored all day and now he had someone to focus all his attention on, at least for a little while. 

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[restlesspirits]

Reverse [ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair. ( Ricardo to Wyl )

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Strong fingers slid into the long hair and yanked Wyllem back toward him. “You don’t get to skip out on me again.” He growled lowly at the younger, his eyes black and teeth bared. “So you go and you have a fucking kid and you don’t feel the need to tell me, hm? I feel so left out.” Ricardo was practically snarling now. “You know I don’t like hurting my own but you can’t just disappear.

Wyl’s hair was pulled back so tightly that his head would have to crane back, exposing his throat to Ricardo in a way that pleased the older demon. “I was good to you, Wyl. Why’d you leave?”

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[fallcnlight]

👄 + Wyl

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Wyl. 

One of Helium’s manager and often the demon he closes with, Kemuel has grown fond of the man. He’s reserved in a similar matter as he, but unlike himself, has things beyond the scope of Helium. Namely, a family and group of friends.

“Wyl is a nice man. I enjoy being able to work with and for him,” the bouncer started by using an affable tone while he strolled forward with a slight sway in his gait, as if relaxed. At ease. He slipped a hand in his pocket while surveyed his surroundings, taking note of the furniture as if it would help visualize the named demon.

Kemuel offered a smile. “He has a nice smile and laugh, as well as a softer disposition. But, that doesn’t mean he can be tough. There are countless of times when he’s involved in dispelling the rowdy or troublemaking partiers at work. Even so,” the demon looked around, shoulders rolling back to dispel an imaginary weight, “I haven’t had the chance to know him personally. I’m working on it.”

“Wyl’s the demon you would want to have your back,” he admitted as his gaze flickered to his shoes for the moment. That’s what he wanted, anyway, “He’s someone you should trust, regardless of demon stereotype.”

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[giomomma]

💭 ( Roman )

“I hate to say it, I hope I don’t sound ridiculous. I don’t know who this man is. I mean, he could be walking down the street I wouldn’t–I wouldn’t know a thing. Sorry to this man,” Gio said with a straight face before he busted out in a laugh. “All jokes aside, he’s a handsome man. He looks like he has a cushy job, doesn’t like getting dirty, and wouldn’t go to this side of town often. But again, very handsome–Pretty, even.”

[vincent-flynn]

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Roman: Oh my god

“Everything okay Roman?”