#thread; cayde

[nastyfck]

@hornymxn​​

It had been a stressful day, and Cayde had taken a bit of a tumble earlier during one of their operations. He’d been bleeding from the side of his head but the paramedics had patched him up pretty good and gave him the all clear — with the caveat of no strenuous activity for the rest of day and the next.

Normally, Cayde would listen well to his fellow colleagues but today the team had been gifted a lovely reward from the chief of the station: the man himself. The best part? Nicholas was his father and as his son, Cayden always had first pass of his ass before the rest whenever such proceedings went down. Now Nicholas was in his office doing some paperwork or another, and the younger firefighter tapped his fist twice against the chief’s door. “We’re ready for you down in the lockers, sir.” Sure at the end of the night, they would have all dumped their loads in and on him, and probably called him bunch of derogatory names, but outside of that, they still held immense respect for the man.

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@whispersoftheveil; for cian.

the deep cut on forearm went ignored barring a rudimentary wrap of his jacket around it to put some pressure on the wound. well, that and a basic use of magic to dull the pain and slow the bleeding. cayde had been working at the event before all hell broke loose — figuratively speaking, of course. literal hell breaking loose had been a completely separate occasion and much worse than this.

amid the chaos, of which he wasn't even sure what happened, cayde was helping people that seemed to be in worse of state than his was. with the place a mess as the tentages collapsed and people buried under cloth, wood and metal. there the photographer was, camera lost somewhere in the venue, pulling metal poles off of people and trying to get them to safety as they waited for the firefighters and paramedics to arrive.

after what felt like ages, when in actuality couldn't have been more than ten minutes, they'd reached the scene and began the rescue and medical efforts. cayde had helped to direct some of them to the more affected areas and people and it took a while before things began to settle down and someone came over to tend to him. "i'm fine. really." he was, in fact, not fine. cayde tried to wave it off, lifting his injured arm in the process. the photographer had mostly forgot about it but his jacket was now soaked in his blood. it was a miracle he hadn't fainted or went into shock. "there's probably people who need your help more than i do."

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@assfcrdays; for that 100% original plot btw

Cayde padded down the hallway, making his way down the stairs, naked without a care in the world. It was the middle of the night after all. The lights were still on, which usually meant only one thing. He’d originally planned to fuck Adrian as a way to get close to (and to end up fucking) his father — and it turned out he rather did enjoy the younger male on his dick after all; what he lacked in experience he made up in enthusiasm. Now came the hard part, getting both the Holloway men captivated and wrapped around his fingers; but with the way the older man had been casting glances, peeping when Cayde was railing his son into the bed: it might not be too difficult after all.

“Mr Holloway.” He lazily stroked his soft cock as he greeted the other in the kitchen like they were having a normal conversation. “You’re still up?”

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