WINTER TOUCHED

The Alpha was flirty, charming, put together, and straight-laced. Therefore Adnan had written him off as 'safe' the same as most Alphas and New Haven in general. There was nothing wrong with that, however...

The merman's attention was incredibly flattering, but on a dime it became something else: dangerous. He must've been too seduced by the timbre of the Alpha's voice to notice, but those teeth confirmed what his clenched hole was telling him. "I-I ... who wh-wha..." Adnan stammers out, his pulse quickening with each scratch against the blue-gray ring of flesh around his neck. Intense and piercing, the Alpha's desire hit his nose harshly, but it was nothing compared to Adnan's reaction.

His breaths got shallower and his eyelids fluttered. Lured and hooked, every instinct told him to run which meant his own lust could be scented by anyone in the bar. The floodgates were open now and it wouldn't be long before the slick his body was already beginning to pump out would ruin his underwear. "Who ... are you?" he whimpers softly, transfixed by the Alpha's voice and gaze. "Please don't stop. I can sing for you more if you like, just..." There was barely any physical contact and yet Adnan felt like the mer had set him on fire. "Without stakes, I have no life and therefore no real songs. You see me, don't you? You didn't lie when you said you were understanding?"

he was easy, complex but easy. with just a couple of words, a touch, a show of teeth. and øyvindullr could feel the other becoming putty in his hands, or rather, against his fingertips. the merman felt adnan's pulse quicken, a reactionary response to him. it was like a feedback loop; the selkie smelling his arousal, triggering the cloud of desire in himself, øyvind smelling and feeling that bouncing back into him and heightening the buzz of lust within the alpha. as much as omegas were slaves to their nature, alphas were, in a sense, too.

at the very least they certainly had more control over the expression of their more primal instincts. the tell tale signs from the selkie was obvious now and the alpha was certain that people around would begin to take notice soon. well, . that whimper was the cherry on top of an already delicious cake. if adnan sounded like that, just on a light touch alone... he couldn't wait to hear the noises that would come out of him when the mer got his hands on him, or more crudely, got his knot in him. “i would enjoy that.” he grinned, all teeth this time. having someone sing for him, now that would be an honour... mostly the omega's honour.

“little selkie omega,” even if the man before him was anything but little; though substantial bulk aside, the other man was doing everything in his power to appear small. "you can call me øyvind. unless you prefer something else." he had a few monikers he'd accept. though it was always fun to see what someone could come up with creatively.

the alpha nodded. “yes, i certainly understand your needs.” to be controlled, for one, like omegas should be. “you need someone to treat you right.” not well, but right. in the correct way he needed to be treated. the idyllic lifestyle was certainly not for him. it's a wonder how he ended up in new haven or stayed for so long... going without an alpha to put him in the place he so clearly and desperately needed and craved to be in. "only then will you sing like you used to." he couldn't unravel adnan's past from just a small interaction, but between the collar, the man's words, demeanour, and reaction to him, øyvind had an inkling of an idea behind it.

the merman reached forward, fingers and thumb now curling around the omega's neck, applying a little bit of pressure, but not quite squeezing just yet. "tell me then, what would you want me to do to you first? use that pretty voice of yours." he wanted to hear the strain in that mesmerising voice. only then would the alpha press against the other's neck and adam's apple more firmly.

tinglingpeter

Ed Skrein

#[visage]

Adnan felt heard and the Alpha's questions struck a chord. His scent was its own allure, cool and piercing much like his voice. If a stage performance was enough to draw him in, then Adnan thought bearing himself open may keep the merman's attention on him. "I easily get food and work, plus every day in New Haven is so ... safe," he says, a noticeable drop in pitch when he admits that the town is generally well secured, at least before the barrier ripped. "Contentment is boring. You would never have noticed me if I was on stage singing about being satisfied."

Adnan knew deep down he didn't have the inspiration for contentment anyway. His needs weren't being met and his music was beginning to show that. Adnan knew what he needed to cultivate but was unable to put it into words. Instead, he downs the rest of his scotch and brings the other's free hand to his neck, fingers over his slow, steady pulse. "My life flashing before my eyes. Danger, uncertainty. My inspiration comes from the rush of a pounding heart, not a contented drumbeat." Feeling a bit embarrassed by his breath hitching and goosebumps appearing where Øyvind's fingers touched his cobalt burn, he freezes up a bit. Was it weird to put an Alpha's hand at his neck? "If I'm missing anything, it's that."

he’d never expected safety to be detriment. then again, perhaps it was baser instincts at play here, omega were meant to be hunted, chased down. “i would have noticed. you're pretty hard to miss.” even if his voice hadn’t, his body and looks certainly would have caught øyvind's eye. too pretty to be missed. but then again he was a selkie and they were known for their beauty.

unlike the other however, the alpha did not find contentment boring. he certainly was content and happily so, living in semi-retirement. he was also content, and definitely not boringly so, when he woke up snug in a warm hole. out of nowhere, the omega became surprisingly forward, taking the merman's hand and placing on his own exposed neck. øyvind's fingers tingled like they had been hit by an electric touch. he felt the steady pulse under his fingers but that wasn't what caught his touch and his eye.

a collar. (or the residual effects of one used long term.)

blood spiked with the sweet hum of arousal.

and the words confirmed it. the selkie was inviting him, in a way. øyvind could curl his hand around the other’s neck. and he didn’t think he’d be stopped if so. “you need guidance. a firm hand. discipline. a thrill.” not a question. the alpha understood. teeth sharpened. a finger traced the blue burn of cobalt, blunt nail barely scraping skin. their kind hated it, feared it. masochistically, it seemed like the omega had begun to crave it. subjugation. and the safety of new haven was at odds with that.

Adnan's eyes got wider as the other spoke. He clung to every word because the merman reaffirmed all that he'd been afraid of. The criticism rang true and Adnan knew exactly what he meant. So he accepted the kindness, finally bringing the glass of scotch to his lips to take a sip. As he brings the glass away from his lips, his free hand finds purchase over his wrist, rubbing slowly over the bracelets he wore.

"No, you're absolutely right. There's a certain truth that my music these days lacks. Dim lights and a lowcut vest usually do enough to distract, but those who pay attention–" Adnan's eyes flick to the merman, then to the ground, then to his hand running over his bracelets, then to the merman's hand on his elbow. "–those like you, would catch it. The farce." He finally looks back to the Alpha and sheepishly takes another sip. "It's hard to fake a heartsong. My heart doesn't long for much in New Haven, which was meant to be the theme. Longing. I guess ... I should sing more honestly." However, with a potential fan right in front of him, Adnan figured he should attempt to be gracious and not focus on his own selfish artistic goals. "I'm flattered the performance made an impression regardless. Maybe ... maybe my next gig will have the 'something more' you wish to hear."

honesty begets honesty. "at least the lowcut vest is doing you wonders... or you are doing it wonders." playing up the charm, a little flirty gesture. fingers dance on the elbow, before he pulls it back, a finger lingers, dragging across the omega's lower arm. øyvind mirrored the other, taking a sip from his own drink. his eyebrow raised upon the other's confession. "you want for nothing in this place? surely that cannot be true." he was unmated for one. and surely there were other things lacking in life that new haven could not so easily provide. at least not to a tortured soul. "sing about contentment if so?" though the selkie didn't really look content in his life either...

"if not, maybe it's something you need to cultivate. perhaps i can help you find that. not to be presumptuous of course. but people say i can be understanding." he lifts his glass to his lips again, coy smile hidden mostly by the action, but just enough to be noticeable. "at the very least, let me get you another drink, it's the least i can do after having such a good night hearing your voice. perhaps the alcohol could also unlock something."

snowdenjackson

@wintertouched || a closed starter for raen and øyvindullr.

though he wasn't going to admit it out loud, even he was a bit impressed with how far new haven had gone to make sure every species that found themselves living stuck there was comfortable. rising out of the salt water lake, which really was a marvel, he began to wrap a towel around himself since he was in public and, according to some of the people around the group home that complained when he walked around naked, modesty was best and errant smirk began to form on the usually crabby merman's lips as he saw him approaching.

again, he wouldn't dare to claim he had made any friends here in new haven but out of everyone he had bumped into so far øyvindullr was certainly the most tolerable. he respected the other; considered him an equal. gods forbid, he might even go as far as admitting he liked having the other around.

"ᚨᚱᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚠᛟᛚᛚᛟᚹᛁᚾᚷ ᛗᛖ?*" he questioned, his tone teasing as he finished tying the towel around his waist with a knot. "can you not... sleep?" raen added on as he turned to face the other fully.

"let... me guess..." stepping forward, his eyes dropped to look the other over as that smirk managed to linger on his features. "ᚤᛟᚢ ᚨᚱᛖ ᛟᚢᛏ ᛚᛟᛟᚴᛁᚾᚷ ᚠᛟᚱ ᚨᚾ ᛟᛗᛖᚷᚨ ᛏᛟ ᛒᚢᚱᚤ ᚤᛟᚢᚱ ᚴᚾᛟᛏ ᛁᚾᛏᛟ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚾᛁᚷᚺᛏ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚤᛖᛏ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚠᛟᚢᚾᛞ ᛗᛖ. ᛁ ᚨᛗ ᚾᛟ ᛟᛗᛖᚷᚨ.**" though that wasn't him saying no.

#[translation; considering how much you keep going on about hating everyone here]#[translation; brother]#[old norse]#[translation; they aren't the only thing i like to bury my knot in]#[icelandic]#[thread]#fangsnfair

he shamelessly eyed the almost naked man as he approached. the salt water lake was fixature in their criss-crossing paths, between that, bars and around town, øyvind was starting to develop a bit of a friendship with the other man. it certainly helped that they were both merfolk and of the same geographical location, even if centuries apart. of course it also helped that raen was extremely easy on the eyes. pity he was an alpha... not that that ever stopped øyvind.

when he wanted something he went for it. until he got it.

trying to fully understand what the other mer spoke was a challenge that he enjoyed conquering. if both icelandic and the mer language of his tribe didn't have roots in old norse, øyvind would certainly had a much harder time with it. trying to speak a basically dead language was a little harder, not when it was one that essentially no one used anymore — but he had took a little time polishing it up, practicing it with his parents for one, in order to properly communicate with his fellow mer. one, who was unfortunately out of time. "surprised that you're still around. ᚲᛟᚾᛋᛁᛞᛖᚱᛁᚾᚷ ᚺᛟᚹ ᛗᚢᚲᚺ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚴᛖᛖᛈ ᚷᛟᛁᚾᚷ ᛟᚾ ᚨᛒᛟᚢᛏ... ᚺᚨᛏᛁᚾᚷ ᛖᚡᛖᚱᚤᛟᚾᛖ ᚺᛖᚱᛖ." a learned individual could certainly tell that he wasn't too used to speaking the language but surely the other could appreciate the effort. "i was just about to go for a late night swim myself. ᛒᚱᛟᛏᚺᛖᚱ."

"who says i'm looking for an omega. þeir eru ekki það eina sem mér finnst gaman að grafa hnútinn í." they've certainly been doing this dance for a while now. he pulled off his tie-dye hoodie, tossing it aside, largely uncaring if it wound up dirty, and revealing his toned and muscular body. øyvind had worn no shirt underneath, knowing he'd be losing his clothes anyway, whether if it was for a simple swim in the lake or otherwise.

snowdenjackson

according to rumors despite how often dirty they were, and outdated they were, people spent all hours of the day and night at diners because the food still managed to be good; incredible, even, if you were drunk. mind you-- he wasn't there for the food. on occasion he could find a snack for himself at a diner but, really, the ones in new haven had became an infrequent haunt of his at night. he didn't want to spend every single night of his life here drinking-- shocking, i know-- and aside from the bars and the park, there wasn't much for a vampire like him to do at night.

he needed to get one of those damned daylight rings.

sitting at the long stretch of a bar-top, watching the cook clean the grill top to keep himself busy, the vampire lazily turned on the stool and leaned back against the edge of the countertop as he heard the sound of the diner's door opening. finally. something to distract himself with. "well, that is what i'm known for," he answered with a sigh and the hint of a smirk as he looked up at øyvindullr. "just like you're known for smelling like a marina." he teased. "why, you offering? couldn't find an omega in the bars wanting to spend the night dock-side so you had to come out here?" he taunted.

øyvind temporarily ignored elgin's quip in favour of placing his order, "my usual number four please!" let the other stew just a little bit while he smiled at the waitress by the counter and the cook. he sat down right next to the vampire then, gracing the other with his answer as he turned to face him. "i like a little more meat in my... meat." he flashed his teeth, deceptively smooth... for now. "not that i was looking for it in the bars tonight." but he needed at least a pound of flesh during carnality, someone that wouldn't break too easily, could handle him for a bit.

"ain't offering. you're a little too eager for my tastes." mostly true... he liked a little fight in his omegas, struggling, begging him to stop when he's coring them out and all they actually want is for him to keep going, ruin them for other alphas. but he wasn't going to give elgin what he clearly needed just yet. no, the boy — even though øyvind reasonably assumed the vampire had to be older than him by a couple of decades, at least — had to be shown the err of his ways. you don't get too cocky when you want something from an alpha.

#[thread]#fangsnfair

Honestly, Adnan thought his performance could've gone better? The melodies were fueled by his emotion and, well ... life was good in New Haven. There was no strife to draw from, so how was he ever to make the type of music he longed for.

These thoughts were internalized though as best he could. Adnan was the picture of contentment as he packed up his equipment, so much so that his blank stare leveled at the stranger offering him a drink. He didn't think the show was worth even the cheap stuff. "Oh, thank you," Adnan responds as he takes the cup, hesitating to drink from it. "You enjoyed the show then? You didn't think my music was ... lacking at all?" One look at the other and Adnan could tell he lived a life of opulence. He was probably accustomed to seasoned professionals capable of artistry beyond what could be found in some bar. "Or did my voice make up for the poor lyrics? You can be honest, I can take it," he presses after hesitating again, his thumbs stroking the glass of scotch he clutched.

"i enjoyed it." more than just the show. but the music was definitely at least on equal ground to whatever else that had attracted øyvind so. would being honest hurt his chances? well, if you wanted something you had to work for it and the merman was willing to do just that. "you want me to be honest? well, 's a little rough around the edges, the lyrics could use... a little refinement. but truly none of that matters when your melodies and voice work so well together. like smooth butter. or like the smoothest scotch." he tilted his glass to the other.

there was something deeper than that however, supernatural or otherwise. a kind smile for the other, a bold hand on his elbow. "i can tell you're trying to sing from the heart, like you're digging deep. and it resonates. just, maybe it does need a little something more. one could almost mistake me for a professional sure, but i ain't no musician... so really take what i said with a grain of salt. i have no idea what that could be or what i'm talking about." and then he's grinning. "well, except the compliments of course, those you really should take fully."

@werepackers; for øyvindullr to be lured by adnan

that voice was like a siren's call. all that bulk did not seem to match with that demure voice and personality. or at least that was what was portrayed for dozens of individuals. really it could all be a facade. no matter, øyvind was enthralled. if he was an investing man, well, he would have invested in this live lounge singer. and as fate would have it, he was one.

drinks in hand. scotch. couldn't go wrong with one. (and if it was denied he'd just have one more to himself.) he approached the selkie as he lurked about the bar stage after his set. extending the glass to offer it to the other man, the merman couldn't help but breathe in the ocean smell... followed by the undercurrent of sweetness. hunger descends within him. "you have a delightful voice."