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Gwyn smiled against Cassian's neck as the dragon stammered, tittering as he tucked his legs up, careful still not to rub snow all over Cassian's trousers from the bottom of his sparkly boots. "My admirers can surely wait one more night," He teased. He didn't have any other plans, truly, beyond exchanging gifts with a few more friends - but that tended to entail Gwyn hiding things in opportune places more than a face to face encounter. It seemed like a shame not to take the dragon up on the offer of more of his time.

More than once, Gwyn and Roland had enjoyed some riling debates about love and relationships. The sith had great admiration for those who did dramatic things for the sake of romance but he was quite sure he would never be one of them. He had never felt such things before, had decided after two centuries that he was simply not built for it and the thought did not much bother him. He still had his own kind of relationships and they were plenty passionate. This dynamic of his and Cass' seemed on the surface to be just another fun fling. Or at least, that's what Gwyn had led himself to believe, even as he found himself thinking of the other idly during his day, missing the dragon's sheepish smiles and his warm embrace. He sat up straight again, looking into Cassian's eyes. "So it's settled, then? You'll let me follow you home tonight? I think I would look very charming in one of your sleep shirts."

"Wh- Well, I mean," Cassian said quickly, not wanting Gwyn to think he was trying to avoid him, "You are welcome to mine, I just thought you might... Have your own-- Ah. Admirers." The word felt heavy and tasted bitter on his tongue but he tried his best not to let it show. He had no reason to be jealous of who Gwyn saw. It didn't stop him of course, but logically he knew it was unfounded.

"But if you don't have plans, I can turn my early morning into a late one. I would do that for you." Just him, really. He bit back the words and felt relieved when he managed to do so. This thing with Gwyn was so... Different. Cassian had never been so thoroughly turned on, confused, teased, and wanting of another person before. He could clarify. He could. He could simply blurt out and ask Gwyn what his intentions were or say his own but he didn't want to upset what they had right now. It was fun, it was easy. Starting a conversation like that would likely scare them both away and Cassian wasn't about to let that happen.

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Gwyn got serious again immediately with a nod at Seth's reminder, insofar as the sith was capable of doing so. This kind of competition always came with an underlying sense of fun, regardless. The clatter of the puck off each side grew louder and louder as the round continued, neither clearly willing to sacrifice the chance at winning, even if Gwyn had been thwarted out of his desire for higher stakes. In hindsight, he thought he should perhaps be grateful for that, darting after the puck with a curse and just barely managing to clip it and send it careening back toward's Seth goal while leaving his own wide open as he recovered.

"Yeah, yeah." Seth smirked crookedly as he plucked the puck out of his side's pocket and dropped it back onto the table. "Best out of three, remember? This one takes it." And by god he was determined to be the winner because his silent competitive streak demanded so. With that, he smacked the puck back over to Gwyn's side, putting a lot more force behind each of his strokes.

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"Morozov," Gwyn echoed delightedly, sounding out the name slowly as Ransom's mouth found his neck and gasping gently as the other's groping hand grew more confident. He had to open his eyes again to peer down at his own outfit, mind totally occupied with thoughts of the dragon rather than remembering what exactly he was wearing. He had to laugh at Ransom's crude sort of consideration. "What a gentleman you are," Gwyn praised with a giggle, "If you're going to take those off, I'd rather you keep them in one piece." He did have other places to be tonight, after all, and no secret stash of underwear hiding around town. Though maybe there was a case for making one...

"Come on," His hands rubbed over the officer's chest more purposefully, Gwyn's smile turning warm and sultry as he considered Ransom's brutally handsome face, "Give me just a moment to strip for you properly. Then I'm all yours."

When Gwyn exposed his neck to him Ransom caved. He was a predatory creature by nature and took the vulnerability for what it was putting his weapon up and hoisting the other leg around him as his lips and teeth moved along the pulse should have been on the master's neck. He didn't ask for permission as his talon hand moved up the thigh and over the ass his hand had been itching to grip.

"Morozov." He corrected talon hooking on the black panties that were keeping Ransom from what he wanted. "How tied are you to this costume?" He wasn't a complete savage, at least not yet.

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"Sounds like fun," Gwyn remarked, grinning toothily up at the hellhound. He had an inkling any creature with such a background would be predisposed to getting themselves into entertaining messes. The fact was enough to endear Bastion to him immediately, the sith ever one to encourage his fellow troublemakers wherever he could find them. His smile only widened as the other stooped to be closer to him, eyes dropping immediately to that ruby-red gleaming at Bastion's lip. His mouth grew wet at the sight, nose flaring as a clearer scent of copper filled the air.

Gwyn watched Bastion for a long moment, fascinated, before he leaned in and took the hellhound's face between his cool, slender hands. "Let me, handsome," He murmured warmly, still staring at Bastion's enticing mouth as he drew close enough to lick over the wound himself. Warmth burst over the sith's nimble tongue, smokey and sweet all at once. Bastion's blood was marvelously invigorating even in such a small dose. Gwyn groaned softly in approval as he sucked the hellhound's lower lip between his own to keep worrying at it, leaning fully into Bastion's broad chest.

"Trouble always finds me. Well. Sometimes I find it first," Bastion replied, tone thoughtful towards the end. Living the way he did, not caring for much other than music and the lifestyle that came with it, he was often finding himself in situations that ended in a fight. He had a hair trigger when it came to his rage and nearly anything could set him off when he was smart enough to understand he was being challenged or insulted.

He leaned down to meet Gwyn halfway when the sith rose up to peer at him. Blue eyes met green as they looked at one another. He grinned wide enough to re-open the wound in his lip. The blood gleamed in the light of the ballroom as it welled up, "Of course I did. Too much, probably. Why do you think they stuck a collar on me and threw me in here?"

He took another careful sip of his drink and when it came away, the glass had a smear of that deep red. Bastion immediately lifted a hand to touch at the split carefully, tongue darting out to lick at it before it could drip down his chin. "Ah, fuck."

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Gwyn tittered at the jolt, poor Kell clearly struggling with not being able to see what the master was going to do next. Kell's fingers just grazed his wrist as he swatted at him and the sith hummed faux-questioningly, squeezing around the shape of the other beneath his palm more firmly now. "You swear what?" He cooed, sickeningly sweet, fingers working dexterously to try and coax the slave to full hardness regardless of Kell's feeble protests. "Maybe I want to see that. I mercifully allowed you to keep your dignity the last time, remember?" He nipped playfully at that hardened bud, then soothed it with a kiss over Kell's pectoral, his curls brushing the bottom of the human's chin as Gwyn shifted to give the other side of his chest the same treatment. "If you don't want me to keep playing with you, you should stop reacting so entertainingly, my darling."

"I don't think everyone is watching me. I do think some people are starting to think I'm crazy, though." Maybe it would be better if he just stopped talking. Which was probably why Gwyn told him to 'act natural', not that it stopped him from rolling his eyes at the comment. Hard to do that with the sith obviously trying to get as many reactions out of him as he could. Lost in thought for a few seconds, the last thing Kell was expecting was to feel Gwyn cupping his cock through his pants and the human jumped slightly. He cursed under his breath, swatting at where he could only assume Gwyn's hand was. "Stop that. If you make me cum in my pants like some damn teenager, I swear..." What would he do? Probably nothing, but still. Then he felt the sith's tongue pressing against one of his nipples through the fabric of his shirt, heat shooting through Kell as he bit back a groan. "Trying to kill me..." He grumbled to himself, glaring at nothing in particular.

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Gwyn hadn't expected that move, lips parting in surprise as Cassian's fingers twisted and the chain of his necklace drew snug against his throat. The sith's head tipped back without a whisper of complaint, his eyes shining as Cassian bent to kiss him properly. He was grinning like a fool by the time the dragon relinquished his lips, warmed from toe to tip by the daring of that little maneuver, Gwyn's gaze lingering adoringly on Cassian's face.

"Oh, you've meet him?" Gwyn couldn't help a soft giggle, not having gotten too acquainted with Krovs' newest spirit yet but knowing the gossip that had already started to spread about the strange slave. "Did he frighten you, my darling?" He tucked his chin down, flashing a teasing look at Cassian up through his lashes. "Do you need me to handle it for you?"

Havoc was a strong word for what Gwyn had been doing, but petty mischief didn't roll off the tongue quite so pleasingly. "Oh, plenty. All the better now that you're here." He tugged his mask up to sit on his forehead, careful not to smear the red makeup around his eyes. "This has been all-together far too civil of an occasion for a masked ball. What have you made of it? Any scandalous encounters with sworn enemies yet?"

He smiled, unrestrained, as Gwyn's invisibility filtered away. His expression was bright, happy, to drink in the sight of the sith. Despite the amount of time they actually saw one another, he always seemed to look at Gwyn with the same amount of affection and happiness as if they hadn't seen each other in ages. It could have been just days or hours and he'd still give the same delighted energy.

Cassian accepted the kiss to his cheek but it wasn't enough. He shifted his grip on Gwyn's necklace, bringing it around the back of his neck and twisting it in his fingers until it was tight around Gwyn's throat. He pressed the thumb of his other hand under the soft palate of Gwyn's jaw to make him raise his face so Cassian could kiss him on the lips properly. He slacked the tension on the necklace but didn't let go as he was hugged.

"I am. Especially after running into that one ghost around here," he said, taking his eyes off Gwyn for just a moment to glance around the ballroom for the creepy man stalking the place with the skeleton hands for a mask. They'd run into each other at the bar and Cassian made a mental note to stay as far away from the spirit as possible after a leering comment about how long his bones must be. He shook his head a little as if to clear the encounter from his mind.

"Have you been having fun wreaking invisible havoc?"

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"He can try that too," Gwyn challenged without a moment's hesitation, no matter that Tiernan could likely trounce him with an arm tied behind the councilman's back. That hardly mattered and the sith was far more focused besides on the cocky little look on Kell's face, squeezing his thighs petulantly against the human's waist. Maybe it was Gwyn's turn to suffer, but it was hard to feel like he'd been done overly dirty when he had the pleasure of seeing Kell act like this. "Insufferable," Gwyn repeated, but he cracked into a grin regardless, gasping sharply as the other finally moved and the relief of it sent heat flushing through the sith's limbs as Kell found that demanding pace. His arms laced eagerly around Kell's neck to return his kiss, muffling his moans against the other's lips as the sounds of their coupling quickly filled the carriage. This was much more Gwyn's speed and he did everything he could to encourage Kell to take as greedily as he wanted, reveling in having the entirety of the human's attention even for this little while.

There was a gleam of deep satisfaction in Kell's eyes as he watched Gwyn and the way the other man seemed to be getting a little frustrated. Would he pay for this later on? Most likely. It seemed like they'd started some kind of game with teasing each other in the lead up to properly fucking, something that the human was mostly okay with. Well, at least until Gwyn inevitably turned it on him again. "I'm sure he'd end up dragging one of us out here." He countered with a laugh, feeling pretty damn smug at the sight of the master so desperate for him. "You did. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy doing this for a little bit." Kell teased, brushing a kiss to Gwyn's cheek before he settled a hand on the man's thigh. He pulled his hips back slightly and then drove right back into the sith, cursing quietly as the older man tightened around his cock. He set up a quick, hard rhythm, knowing they didn't really have the time to draw this out as Kell ducked his head down to kiss the master.

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Gwyn was a tease but he wasn't totally cruel, slipping his fingers out of Bradley's tight little body only when the sith was finally getting to his feet again, spurred on by the faerie's delicious begging. He shushed him just a little patronizingly, petting over the slave's arse as he finally pulled his cock free from his costume, the tip already glistening wetly with how long he'd left himself untended to with such a feast in front of him. And yet... Gwyn couldn't stop a mischievous grin, his gaze dancing up Bradley's back and the whorls of his tattoos, dropping down again to where he was teasing the tip of his cock against Bradley's entrance. "You want me to cum inside?" He hummed, rocking his hips forward enough to spread the Seelie's rim, just the head slipping inside that luxurious, slick heat. The faerie felt incredible, but there was just enough game yet to play to keep Gwyn from ramming home in one go. "Is this what you need, darling?" The sith stroked himself slowly, a soft moan escaping him, all but jacking himself off with the aid of Bradley's body.

The pleasure was absolutely dizzying as Gwyn's fingers worked in and out of him, pressing just right with every movement and curling inside him. He tried and failed to bite back a soft whimper of pleasure, his cock still stubbornly hard and sensitive between his legs despite the orgasm he'd just had. As soon as Gwyn worked a third finger into his loosened hole, Bradley's breath caught in his throat, resting his head against his forearm against the wall, his hips pushing back wanting more. "Please," he moaned, muffled and breathless, but completely desperate as those wonderful fingers started fucking him. "Please... Gwyn... please fuck me, I'm begging you.. I need you.."

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This was an all-together different type of risk than the one they'd taken on the dancefloor; any second the door could swing open and someone walk in on the nephilim so eagerly sucking Gwyn's cock, no chance of disguising things. That thought just as much as Alasdair efforts got the sith fully hard again remarkably fast, even by Gwyn's standards. "That's it, love," He crooned, gently scratching his nails over Alasdair's scalp, leaning back against the sink and letting the gorgeous boy in front of him do all the work, "See how good you taste? Get me nice and clean again." Another heady pang of arousal sparked through him at the sight of Dair reaching for his own cock. "So insatiable," Gwyn said fondly, one hand sliding down from the nephilim's hair so he could feel the shape of himself pressing against the inside of Alasdair's cheek, "Should we invite the next stranger who comes in to use your lovely mouth when I'm done with it?"

Should Alasdair have done the sensible thing and cleaned them both up properly? Probably, but sucking cock was way more fun. He moaned softly around Gwyn's length at the praise, enjoying the feeling of the sith's fingers in his hair, the sensation only heightened by the drugs still very much coursing through his system. He felt fucking incredible, and he just wanted to make Gwyn feel the same way. Dair could feel the way the sith's cock twitched with renewed interest in his mouth, the nephilim humming softly as he enjoyed the taste of their mixed seed still coating Gwyn's length, licking and sucking at the smooth, hard flesh like he couldn't get enough. It was fucking filthy but he loved it. Slowly trailing his fingers through the cum still dripping down his thigh, Alasdair used it to slick up his own sensitive, spent length as he started to stroke himself, moaning in complete pleasure around Gwyn's cock.

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Gwyn perched on the end of his bed to watch Dair do himself up, hands around his own ankles with his legs crossed, eager to see what the nephilim chose. "Who better to spoil?" He teased, "I'd say you've earned it - and on your special day, besides!" The sith had always enjoyed throwing gifts at those he enjoyed, even if they weren't always as straightforward and crowd-pleasing as jewelry. Gwyn perked up at once as Dair turned to show off the full arrangement, a broad grin stretching across the sith's face. "Oh, wonderfully so." He beckoned enthusiastically for Dair to come closer. "What do you think, darling? Feeling more yourself now?"

The nephilim really hadn't expected to be gifted so much jewellery, gladly taking anything that Gwyn gave him before searching through it for the pieces he liked the best. He tried on each one that he liked, putting it them into little piles on the nearest flat surface with what fit him and what didn't. "You're spoiling me," he chuckled, turning to look at Gwyn as he slipped on a few rings, arranging them on his fingers before changing his piercings out for the white gold vines. "What do you think? Do they suit me?"

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Gwyn floated a long moment, blissed out on the high of his orgasm and Mason's lovely mouth on his skin. For however deliciously crude and quick their little tryst had been, the sith did enjoy lingering after, savoring the flush of warmth deep within him from the wolf's release. He squirmed at the brush of Mason's fingers, a breathy gasp escaping him at the gentle tingle of overstimulation. "Please do..." He sighed, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he pressed his hips back against the other encouragingly, forehead pressing against the brick. "I'd be remiss not to request an encore of such a satisfying performance." Gwyn bit his lip against a small whine at the feeling of Mason pulling free from him, clenching purposefully to try and keep the slave's cum from leaking from him too soon. "Is this the part where you leave me ravished and disappear into the night, dear wolf?"

The feeling of Gwyn's body tightening around him had Mason moaning softly as he fucked them both through their highs, determined to hold the sith in place as they rode out the powerful orgasms. He lifted his head and kissed at Gwyn's neck before watching as the bite mark already started to heal, his cock still buried deep inside the master. "Fuck, you came untouched?" Mason purred against Gwyn's ear with a little smirk, reaching around to run his fingertips lightly along the other's cock. "Next time I really am fucking you against the bar," he chuckled, still a little breathless. He gave himself another couple of moments before pulling out, a soft groan leaving him as he reluctantly gave up being buried in the other's tight heat.

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Gwyn found himself powerfully grateful in that moment that his sire had chosen to be with Rhys for Valentine's, if only for the fact that Roland wouldn't be coming through the crowd at any moment to demand what the hell Gwyn was doing. His eyes went wide as Raphael took his chin, round and shining behind his mask, the sith's mouth suddenly painfully dry. If the young master still blushed, he would've then and luminously so at the dizzy pang of lust that skewered him hearing those words. Gwyn had suggested it almost flippantly, but now he sunk to his knees in front of the elder vampire without a whisper of hesitation or complaint, gaze hot and fixed on Raphael's face.

He wasn't ashamed but he was - aware, vividly aware, of all the bodies around them, the people that knew the sith and might recognize him and might watch, even now as he thumbed over the button of the other's trousers just to catch Raphael's zipper in his teeth. The moment the fastening was worked open, Gwyn nuzzled his way inside the parted fabric, cheek rubbing against Raphael's groin as he murmured hungrily with his eyes still riveted upwards, "By your leave, councilman."

"Why not right here," Raphael suggested without a moment's thought. His expression didn't change, nor did he dare bat away Gwyn's exploring hands. He wondered how far the sith would go in thinking he got away with it. At some point he'd absolutely inform Roland of his fledgling's embarrassing misbehaviors but that would happen when he deemed the time right. It wasn't anything personal against Gwyn per se, just ammo for Raph to use to embarrass Roland through the people the Belgian councilman chose to surround himself with. There were more pawns in this game of life for Raph to play with than other pieces on the board; unfortunately Gwyn was in the majority.

He gently grasped the younger's chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding his gaze intently. "You've been hiding from everyone all night, darling," he all but purred. "It's time you show yourself as you give your gift to me. Show everyone what an eager little whore you are. Nothing to be ashamed of, no?"

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Gwyn laughed at the mixed metaphor, slumping lower against his snowbank with his arms folded behind his head to look up at the starry sky before the fireworks before. "Precisely, darling, precisely." This had always been the part he liked best with Khion as a companion: the personable, laidback moments, still enjoying themselves plenty with a bit of booze to share and music audible in the distance. "Invigorating is just the right word." But it wasn't surprising, what were they doing when they fed on blood if not stealing a bit of life back from the living?"

His nose twitched as Khion pierced his palm, the sith picking up on the tang of blood immediately and holding out his hand with a hungry grin. "What a question!" He exclaimed once he'd resurfaced from his first drink with a satisfied sigh. That was much better. "Phoenix is excellent. Pure vitality, all heat, if you go for that part of the family. Witches are great fun just for their variety. And faerie - well, we make everything better." Gwyn gave Khion a wink, going back for another swig.

Khion dropped down next to his old friend in the snow, bottle still in his hand as he drank from it occasionally. "So like... almost the same and opposite of taking a cocktail of drugs then, huh?" he teased, smirking as he rocked back against Gwyn with his shoulder. "I think you've painted a solid picture for me though. It must be invigorating beyond belief." Like a predator waking up from slumber and filling up the gas tank. He had no plans on becoming a vampire himself ever, but perhaps he might get the temporary experience whenever spring mischief rolled around again just to see what Gwyn meant.

He took another drink and then peered down the bottle to gauge how much was left, seeing it at about half. He sank his talons into the palm of his hand and held it over the bottle's opening, letting his blood drip into it to mix with the champagne. "I'm curious though, do you have a favorite species blood to drink?"

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"How vain, to think everyone is watching you, my prince!" Gwyn tittered, far more affection than mockery in the sound of it, "Just be... natural." He found it extremely charming that Kell was still trying to properly emote at a conversational partner he couldn't see, wrinkling his own nose playfully back for his personal delight. "I'll stop if someone decides to chat you up," The sith said sweetly as one hand dipped low to cup Kell's groin through his trousers, pressing the heel of his hand into the shape of the human's cock beneath, "Probably." That sheer fabric was just begging to be exploited. Tucked into Kell's chest, Gwyn was at the perfect angle to purse his lips and blow a gentle stream of cold breath over one nipple until it pebbled beneath Kell's shirt and he could dip his head to lave against it, wetting the rosy skin through the fabric until it glistened under the ballroom lights.

A soft laugh sounded from Kell and the human good naturedly rolled his eyes. Strange as this was, he decided to just roll with it as long as he could. "Oh? So is that why you're making it look like I'm talking to myself now?" He asked with a faint smirk, shifting his weight slightly as Gwyn slipped his hands underneath his shirt, the sudden touch cold against his warmer skin. Kell growled a bit, narrowing his eyes at where he could only assume Gwyn was and raised an eyebrow. "...Why do I have the feeling you're about to really test just how normal I can act while you're doing all this?"

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"Something like that," Gwyn remarked, trying hard not to giggle while he was fully invested in chasing Khion's lovely lips. Maybe it wasn't on purpose, but it certainly felt like a decades long tease the way things had played out. This much was at least familiar and Gwyn was enjoying drawing out the pleasure of what they knew before they ventured into exciting and uncharted waters - at least until they were interrupted.

The sith blinked dreamily at Seth a long moment before the other fully registered and his suppressed laughter from before finally found an outlet, Gwyn beaming at the other fae hybrid with his mouth a mess of he and Khion's makeup both.

"You did insinuate just that, dove," Gwyn agreed faithfully, giving Seth a matter-of-fact nod. "We assumed you were busy getting swept off your feet. No kiss for your delightful self?" He raised his brows, smile turning a bit licentious as he exchanged glances with the pamola and then extended a hand Seth's way, wiggling his fingers in invitation, "Would you like one? Maybe... two?"

"So this has just been years and years of foreplay, huh?" Khion breathed out a laugh against Gwyn's cool skin just before their mouths reunited. A hand cupped his friend's jaw, their kiss heated yet slow and languid, Khion perfectly content on taking his time here and just enjoying the moment like they were the only two at the party. After all, they'd taken so much time to get beyond this, what was a few more minutes before clothes started coming off?

So caught up in the moment he hardly noticed that they, in fact, were not as alone as they might've thought until a certain tribrid cleared his throat loudly.

"I wasn't even gone that long," Seth stated with a raised brow and deadpanned stare.

"To be fair, I thought you weren't coming back," the pamola replied with an innocent grin, broken away from Gwyn's mouth but not entirely untangled from him. "Right, didn't I say that, Gwynnifer, he wasn't coming back from Dempsey?"

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Gwyn watched the other stumble through his choice of words with a knowing grin, eyes bright on Cassian's face in anticipation of his answer. The one he got revealed practically nothing, which in turn meant there was plenty for the sith to interpret. The foremost insight was that the dragon was clearly uncomfortable with the idea of having a gaggle of admirers, or at least one Gwyn might know about. He wouldn't have been upset if he did - Cassian deserved admirers. But if the trade-off meant that Gwyn got to smuggle the dragon away to have all to himself, well... he wouldn't protest too much. He nuzzled up to Cassian's chest perfectly satisfied, still finding it impossible not to poke fun a bit more. "An early morning, hm?" Gwyn smirked, even as he was reaching to draw one half of Cassian's coat over his body like a blanket, "I suppose that means I can't stay over tonight, can I?"

A leading question and he knew it, purely intended to draw a few more stammers out of his lovely doctor. But then again, Gwyn thought, curled up against Cassian while that purr started up like an idling engine, it wouldn't be so bad to spend the night cuddled against the dragon's shape. The sith was feeling lazy and content like this, basking like a pampered cat, still aglow with the pleasant revelation of Cassian and his sire's acquaintance. "I'll treasure them," He mumbled teasingly against the curve of Cassian's neck, fingers curling in that godawful sweater - but of course the words were true.

Cassian knew that in this day and age, it was not a good idea to get attached too quickly. Even still, he couldn't help but feel so, so drawn to the sith. What was it about Gwyn that allured him so? Cassian had always chosen his job over everything else. He would always be the doctor on call, always be in the hospital or clinic. Gwyn made him actually want to take his days off. Whenever he showed up in Cassian's office, he took his breaks or lunches and didn't even mind doing so when he thought he might be annoyed. It was dangerous and stupid, especially since they were seeing other people regularly. Dangerous because Cassian wasn't ready to face Big Feelings. Stupid because Gwyn had practically been the first person Cassian had met upon moving to town. He needed to remind himself that there could always be someone different but it was hard to do so when that heart-melting smile was being directed right at him.

"A line up?" he sputtered, then laughed. "Absolutely not. I'm too..." Reserved. Awkward. "I have an early morning," he settled on with a little nod to himself. He goosed his chin over Gwyn's head and started to make a rolling growl, a draconic purring sound deep within his chest. He was content here and he'd stay here as long as Gwyn could stand him. He'd made no other plans and he'd go where the night took him.

"And those were not sweet nothings," the doctor added with an earnest grin, "Those were definitely sweet somethings. I mean it."

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Gwyn grimaced. "Wrist can be quite a bit messy, the way I do things. Too much room for error." Though the neck was hardly less challenging an arena, at least for the uninitiated. It was also much less enjoyably intimate, admittedly, striking so far out on a limb. He let out a thoughtful hum as Khion opened his jacket, settling unselfconsciously on top of the pamola's legs while he considered his canvas. "That doesn't give me an excuse to be clumsy, but good to know." The sith could feel that itch building in his fingers, the potent anticipation of a feed. "What about right here?" Gwyn tipped his head, grinning at Khion as he drew a finger over the top of one pectoral. "Not so many tricky veins. And the blood is incredible when you taste it so close to the heart."

Khion followed Gwyn away from the bar and through the crowd on the floor, locating the prime spot for this new curiosity to be tested. He grinned right back at the sith. "Honestly, go wherever you prefer. I know vamps tend to go for the neck, sometimes the wrist. What's your favorite spot?" he asked. He squirmed out of his leather jacket and pushed it aside on the booth behind him so that it wouldn't get messy. The black v-neck gave Gwyn plenty of areas for access. "Don't worry about little old me, babe, I'll heal up right away."