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“Maybe.” Lucien stated giving a shrug of his shoulders. “Well seems I cant do anything fun with you. You’re too carefree.” no blackmail today.
"Yes, I suppose if you have a very limited view of fun, you are absolutely right," he nearly snorted as he turned and slid his hands into the pockets of his jackets, heading towards the door.
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“I’m glad you admire my supposed bravado, Bellamy. It means a lot.” Deciding to take a break from his stargazing, he laid down and faced the vampire completely, matching the other’s gaze and meeting his eyes with equal pleasure and delight. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’d be flirting with me. I’m kind of hoping you are.”
"Oh, I definitely am," the vampire said as he leaned forward and slid a cool hand over Eos' jaw, drawing him just a little closer as a smile spread across his face. Slowly, he leaned himself forward as well and pressed a kiss to the swell of Eos' bottom lip.
“Thanks, I think. ‘More than averagely attractive’ sounds like a compliment, but it doesn’t feel like a compliment…”
Alfie licked his lips as he threw his head to the side, frowning in thought: “To be honest, I’m hoping to get a volunteer, but I’m not holding my breath for that.”
The corners of the professor's mouth turned up into the slightest hint of a smile. "Well. It was a compliment. I could have called you average. Would have been a lie, but I could have said it." He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked a brow. "There are things much more soothing than a back massage."
The man’s tone of voice didn’t bother Simon. Wherever his frustration may have been, it couldn’t possibly be with him, as he hadn’t done anything to provoke it. His eyes moved down to the sweater as it was picked up and then came back to the other’s face while he examined it, seemingly worried that he may have done damage. “It’s alright.” Simon was oddly nonchalant about it, given that he really liked this sweater in particular. He has never been one to be protective over material things. He could always buy another sweater. “I don’t think there was any harm done. It’s a rather strong knit, and your foot didn’t move to pull the thread. So it should be perfectly fine, if not in need of a wash. But that’s really due to my own foolishness in putting it on the floor. I shouldn’t have worn it today anyway. It’s far too hot for long sleeves.”
Bellamy relinquished the garment back into the hands of it's proper owner, sliding his phone into his back pocket as he sighed quietly. "If it requires dry cleaning, I'll foot the bill," he said with a short shrug before looking the boy over. "I don't think you're one of mine, are you? I'm Professor VonDrake."
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“I dunno, I like all of them. I think my favourite film is Guardians of the Galaxy though, it’s just really funny”
"Oddly enough, that's one of the few I haven't seen yet."
Chill bumps formed on his skin at the touch of that cold hand running along his jaw. He tilted his head into the touch, reaching a hand up to touch Bellamy’s hand and keep it against his face. “I’ve got a few ideas.” Sabri said softly, turning his head and brushing his lips against his knuckles. “I’m curious how you might feel. I’ve never been with someone so cold before.”
Again the professor's lips tilted upwards into a generous grin, the heat from the man's hand radiating into his own. It was delightful. He watched as those pretty lips dragged across his knuckle, and he could hear the question in his statement even if he hadn't posed it that way. Words were usually Bellamy's forte, but not in matters such as these. All he could do in response was move the rest of the way forward, close the distance between them, and claim the other man's mouth with a kiss.
“I cannot stress enough how revolted I am by the fact there isn’t a massage parlor in this God forsaken island. Is a massage by the end of the day too much to ask for?”
The professor looked over and slowly raised a brow. "Oh, I'm sure you wont have a single issue finding someone willing to do the job for you. Probably for free. Thank your lucky stars you're more than averagely attractive on an island full of horny, young men."
“I’m fine. I just… I wanna cuddle someone and watch a superhero movie or something”
"A superhero movie?" Bellamy asked with a slow cock of his brow. "What's your favorite?"
“Excuse me.” Simon’s voice wasn’t loud or authoritative, so it was easy to miss. He couldn’t blame anyone for not hearing him the first time, and he rose his voice a bit. “Excuse me.” He repeated, attempting to get their attention. “Your foot is on the sleeve of my sweater.” Simon didn’t want to tug it out from under his foot, which seemed both rude and could potentially ruin the fabric. That’s what he got for putting it on the floor after he took it off. It was too damn hot for a sweater, but he liked them, so it was really his fault. His t-shirt was almost sticking to him with sweat by the time he’d removed it, too engrossed in his work to have noticed before he was on the edge of roasting. Now he was in this predicament. “Could you please move it?”
Professor VonDrake had been, admittedly, not paying a lick of attention. Whatever was going on on his phone was far more riveting than what was going on in front of him, and he didn't hear a word of what the boy had said. Though he did hear the last bit, looking down some at his shoe. "Oh for god's sake," he said, clearly a little frustrated. Who with was hard to say. He stooped low to pick it up, examining the fabric closely to check for wear. "I'm terribly sorry. How empty-headed of me."
“Of course I don’t. It’s not every day you get compliments from one of the most handsome vampires on campus. I’m a little afraid it may go to my head.” He said, taking a moment to lay back and regard Bellamy carefully. “What urged you to keep me company as of now, was it to flirt or were you just genuinely bored? I quite enjoy your company, but I’m a little curious.”
"You flatter," he said with a quiet laugh as he continued to fix Eos with a steady, easy stare. "I find you fascinating. When you come across someone laying in the grass having conversations with the moon, it makes you want to stop and say hello. I stay because the company is good and because I've grown tired of being alone tonight. You're a sinfully handsome man, quite intelligent, and clearly ballsy enough to hold conversations with the sky. There's nothing to not like."
“Sociology?” Owain asked with a smile. “That sounds interesting. I know it’s different from psychology but there has to be some overlap. Or is sociology more about people collectively rather than the individual and their mindset?” He kept his eyes riveted on the other man’s, a smile crossing his face.
The professor nodded once. "The study of social behavior, the collective group. The hive mind, for example. Pack mentality. Unimportant in the most beautiful way, in that even if we don't study it, it happens anyway. The most useless science, but still interesting nonetheless."
Sabri enjoyed his company. It took his mind off of everything that was going on inside of his head. It was difficult to feel inadequate when someone was making it a point to make you feel special. “Ah, a bet is it?” He bit his bottom lip, mulling it over. “We could just skip the wager and get right to the prize at the end.” He suggested, tilting his head. “Do you have anything in mind that you think might benefit us both?”
"I think we both know that I absolutely do," the professor said as he reached forward with an icy and and brushed his knuckle along the other's jaw bone once. "What about you? Do you have any good ideas, Sabri?" The man's name rolled off of his tongue easy and free, a beautiful name.
“Then you’ll simply adore the rest of me.” the fairy retorted with a smirk. “Owain Priddy. Senior. Drama major.” he said by way of introduction, sticking his hand out for the other to shake. “Though in all seriousness your hair isn’t terrible at all. I just saw the opportunity and couldn’t pass it up.”
"Drama major," he said as he examined the outstretched hand for a split second. He reached across to take it in his cool one, nodding once by way of greeting. "Professor VonDrake. Sociology. Do take a seat, Owain."
There was something about Bellamy’s voice that made him want to listen. His attention was entirely focused on the other man, and he smiled softly when he complimented him. “You like my face, huh?” He leaned a little closer, fingers burying in the sand between them. Of course that was the one thing he focused on, because it made him feel lighter than he had in days, less annoyed with everything. “Maybe you would listen, but not everyone could possibly find me attractive.”
He could sense the other's attention and could only crack a small smile under the weight of it. It wasn't like the man to smile at all, even the smallest bit, so it was quite the feat when he managed. When Sabri leaned in, so did Bellamy. "You don't think?" he asked, teasing lilt in his tone. "We'll have to take a poll. What would you like to wager?"
“Can you tell?” Sabri had hoped that he wasn’t wearing his emotions so clearly, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. He wanted all of this to be easy, but it was such a big change for him. Of course it wasn’t going to be easy. “I’m having some trouble figuring out where I stand with this whole teaching gig. I feel like I’m doing pretty poorly. I guess I just don’t feel like I really fit here yet.”
A quiet hum left the vampires lips as he listened to the fellow professor speak. He nodded once and leaned forward a little, trying to find the right words to say. "Well, of you're you're having trouble. You're new. Give it time, Sabri," fuck, that was a beautiful name. "You'll get there. I'm sure you do a beautiful job. I haven't heard any complaints yet. That and how bad can you be? You show up and talk, face like yours, they're bound to listen."
As the desk groaned with the force of the other’s thrusts, Vincent couldn’t help but moan and he nodded at the older vampire’s instructions. “Yes, sir,” Vincent stated before he began to buck his ass against the other’s thrusts, matching the rhythm to ensure maximum pleasure for both of them and he started groaning. “Fuck… You’ve got a nice cock, sir… I don’t think I’ll want it more than once,” Vincent managed to get out, looking over his shoulder to see if the professor was having as much pleasure as he was.
"Oh, we'll have to see about that," he said with a slow smirk, his voice broken only by the force of their bodies forcing against one another. His fingers dug hard into the younger vampire's hips and pulled him hard into his own cock. He could already feel his orgasm starting to build, the vampire's tight little ass absolutely milking his cock for everything it was worth. He could feel the swell of orgasm, the twist of arousal, and without any warning, he released a short grunt before he absolutely exploded inside Vincent's ass, reaching forward to take a fistful of his hair, bending a bit as be bit down on the boy's shoulder to stifle another yell.
The werewolf knew where the apartments were, so he wasn’t surprised to hear it wasn’t that far off. Still, he chuckled and nodded. “You’ve got a point - especially since some of the students could probably hear it from across quad,” Dominic joked lightly before he began to walk alongside the slightly shorter vampire. “So what brought you to Westbridge, Bellamy?”
"The job," was his first response, looking over and just slightly upward at the other. "And the circumstances, of course. There's nothing more interesting then when a group of us get together. There's bound to be something exciting."
