#lostcndfound

[idontkillorphans]

Sleep Over : Orion and Sleipnir

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@lostcndfound

Sleips breathing was unsteady, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his voice down. They were camping alone of course, but they didn't need anyone - and Sleipnir meant anyone - coming to see what all the noise was about.

He yelped out when Orion pushed deeper, hands digging into his shoulders, scratching lightly at the skin there. His noises thankfully deafened by the others mouth on his. But it did not last long when the other was licking at his face. He could not stop himself from whining and shivering from the others attention. Orion certainly felt like an animal at times. Not that Sleipnir was complaining...oh no, absolutely not.

He whined when he felt the muscle of his thighs squeezed tightly by the werewolf. His head fell backwards, pushing his neck into the wolfs nose when it touched at his pulse, which was humming it was beating so fast. "Fuck -" he grunted when Orion was moving again. "Say it again -" He gulped, hands catching the others face, trying to kiss him again - although sloppy and messy on his behalf. "Tell me I'm yours -" He ran his tongue against the wolves teeth.

[wolves-of-etoile]

Starter for @lostcndfound (For Candlesnuff)

A man entered the shop and then stopped. Tall, rugged-looking, built. It was just a little after lunch and the man already had a five o'clock shadow. Gray eyes momentarily came to rest on a random electronic doodad. Some sort of clock? He turned it over in his hand curiously but then put it back.

He had a knapsack slung over one shoulder. It didn't appear to be carrying much; he either had something to trade in or had come in with a shopping list in mind. He explored for a few moments and then, curiosity sated, he decided it was time for business.

He came up to the counter, turning his knapsack around toward his front so that its contents were more readily available. He then gave the proprietor a cordial smile in greeting. "Hello. I heard you do... 'disposals'."

[cornelthecursed]

Sugar & Secrets II @lostcndfound

The almost six century old vampire adored events in his restaurants. He hosted few different ones at least twice a month if possible - most being exclusive wine tasting events, bringing the beverages from his home region or having seasonal menus. This time around however, Cornel decided to try something new - he rarely offered desserts in his restaurant since the art of making them was far beyond his skills. Despite being quite an accomplished chef himself.

And since his customers more than once mentioned the lack of thereof, the dark haired vampire had no other choice but to venture out to look for someone who could actually provide the desserts. Yet he will not jump the gun so to speak and accept anyone without a first trial run. An evening of specifically crafted entrées, concluding with a desert not of his own making.

His task now was to seek someone better suited to the task than himself. He had heard on the grapevine of a small café with a pastry shop on the other side of town that had an excellent reputation. That is how the man clad in a light grey suit found himself inside it. Eyes darting here and there, taking note of how busy it was. Hopefully they could spare a few hours for his own order.

Approaching the counter and noting the man behind it, Cor gave a small smile before scanning the options on the wall. Thankfully far enough for him not to require his reading glasses. The smell of coffee overwhelming enough to have him order without thinking. "One Ristretto please." His Italian accent overpowering the British one despite spending centuries out of Italy.

Blue eyes darting to the pastries on display, he shifted his weight glancing back at the man. "And, if the owner happens to be available," he continued, "I'd appreciate a few minutes of their time. I'd like to discuss the possibility of a collaboration, assuming today's pastries are as impressive as their reputation."

[idontkillorphans]

❓+ Sleip, would you have let Orion bite you? And, would you have regretted letting him bite you?

The 'yes or no' game.SLEIP

"Yes and..." a pause. "...yes."

[jetlaguar]

@lostcndfound [ x ]

“Quoting one the greatest films of our generation is cute, but it’s also deflecting–” He snapped to get Orion’s attention, imagining anything else would only result in the other waxing more Lebowski. Lenny's own reference to The Dude™ had not been intended as a reference at all (though perhaps somehow subconsciously it was one anyhow).

“You growled like a dog, like, two seconds ago. We’re not going to talk about it?” Orion was kind of a babe, in the professor's mind, so he wasn't even mad. The way Orion always looked like he was blushing was his favourite part, but not in a weird way. From Dominic's perspective, it just made the other man seem super wholesome and approachable, and smoochable if fate intervened that way. The rosy cheeks also hinted that maybe Orion was someone else who enjoyed life's simpler pleasures.

“While I have you here, Benady, I might as well inquire as to why I didn’t see you on the fourth of July? I had a party for the whole block! The moon was shining in its 84% visible glory, there was free food, my home-baked apple pie, fireworks, and we projected Silver Bullet on a sheet over a vacationing neighbour’s clothesline…”

[ragtagrunaways]

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It wasn't that Connor wasn't paying attention to the movie. Well, okay, no, he'd zoned out about a third of the way through beyond the colours flashing across them. It was the fact he was instead very much distracted by Orion this close to him. Watching the other watching the movie. The warmth so close to him. He'd started shifting closer slowly, until they were slight entangled. A leg shoved beneath the other's for an additional point of contact.

The comment was mostly because the other looked too damn good this close up, and he could finally do something about. "Huh, that so? I guess I could come up with something to help with that. See how you go, yeah?" A teasing hint to his voice, shifting his head in closer to Orion. Enough that he could press a kiss to the other's ear, and then his neck, a small spattering of attention while one of his hands slipped down between the other's legs just to press the hell of of hand to the front of the other's pants.

[jetlaguar]

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Derward’s heart jolted joyously at the sound of his name and immediately he went in search of the caller. He had waited to be asked for almost as long as he had waited to extend himself to his proper 5’10’’ in the bottom of that infernal coffer to which he had once been banished.

In just a couple more of those ever eager steps, the accidental master and his reluctant servant would’ve went colliding into each other. As instructed, Derward held out his hands, for he would accept any present from the one who could make his sweet songbird real again. That alone was gift enough for Derward.

…

The sudden wetness in his palms elicited a rare scowl from Dee and his eyes then beheld the outline of a small creature cloaked in death.

“ … What manner of hoax is this?” He took a deep breath in spite of the repugnant flavour of blood in the air. “Get rid of it—No. I shall see to it’s burial. But bring me no more like this one … ” For what felt like the first time since he’d known him, Derward turned his back to Fetch without the anticipation of being followed after.

He did not face him, but added: “Against my will, I’ve kept you, but I’ve no less kept you … To hate me, that’s one thing. I can understand where it comes from. But to harm a hapless critter, just to spite me … You’re nothing like I thought you were,” he croaked, taking aching steps in the direction of the garden, hands trembling the remains of the rabbit in an eerie echo of it's former life.

[bcntbouquet]

you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! - Laurie @ Gil or anyone else you're up for him getting thrown at?

" ... Alright, so it's a BIG scratch, and there was a lot of blood, but it is a scratch ... and, as you can see, Laurie, I'm still standing." Gilmary gave a wearied smile and unlocked the door to his office, letting Laurie go in before him. Truth be told, he wasn't feeling up to working today but he kept the appointment due to ... wanting to see Laurie. He wouldn't admit to it readily, of course, but Mayhew was the first face he saw in his mind when things had started to go black.

"A man attacked me on the subway, last night ... mistook me for somebody else, apparently ... Honestly, it's nothing you need worry about ... Doctors said it will barely leave a scar ... "