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The other half? That sounded awfully serious. Again, Gwyn found himself rather flummoxed by how glowingly people spoke of love if this was how painful it became. If things were this dire, surely Aneirin should be spiriting off to his lady love, or smuggling her in for the hell of it. "You're a councilman," He tittered, the spell tugging the thoughts right out of his head and onto his tongue, "Isn't the whole point of power getting away with things other people can't? Just bring your darling in through the window like I visit you and no one should be able to throw a fuss."

Gwyn's smile didn't falter at the barb, it felt rather weak when it was obvious how interested Aneirin's body still was. "Share what? You don't have to share me..." He said slyly, snuggling back closer to Aneirin's chest. The way the elder was purposefully avoiding his eye gave Gwyn the perfect opening to lay a few kisses on his neck, passing over the collar the spell had bestowed him and giving the leather a kiss too. "You need to stop holding onto everything so tightly, my darling. Relax."

"Sophia, yes. She is the other half of me. I miss her more than you could possibly imagine. I miss who I am when I am with her." It was true. Aneirin felt his worst self in Krovs, impatient, hungry, sweeping up crumbs under the council table. They did not take him seriously, as their youngest member. "Of course you're not her. I don't want to replace her."

Aneirin's gaze was glassy, distant for a moment, as if he were about to cry, but then it dissipated as quickly as it had arisen. "I never had a younger brother. It was I who was the second son." That was why he'd tried so hard to be useful - he'd always been the spare. But then Gwyn was very good at playing the irritating younger sibling. "You're certainly very irritating. I don't appreciate being made to share." His mouth twisted into a thin line again, looking away from Gwyn, though he was undeniably hard in his trousers now. There was nothing so humiliating as being forced to lay all of his feelings bare.

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"Another round, please," Gwyn said emphatically, wrestling his wallet back into his tight trousers and promptly gulping back the last of his current cocktail to make room for more, "I've tasted enough defeat for tonight." A little twinkle lit up the sith's eyes, remembering their last holiday together, "And besides, I'd rather gossip than feed your ego, if that's on the docket."

"Guess you'll have to practice more for next time," Seth laughed, downing the last of his drink in victory while he waited for Gwyn to pay up properly. "Want to play another game and see if you can win that back or want me to buy us another round now that my wallet's a little fatter?"

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Gwyn laughed openly, not derisive, just purely amused by Cairo's unselfconscious fishing for flattery. It wasn't as if he wasn't used to such behavior living with Roland, after all. "Positively Romanesque, you are," He replied, grinning, "A face made for marble. It's nearly boring how classically handsome you are, my dear, but it's obviously impossible to ever be bored by beauty."

Cairo listened, it was a way to see the world, though not one he subscribed to. Nor did he buy the world being a better place with everyone speaking their minds with full honesty since no one had that ability, not even the fae who liked to regularly play word games. The oxymoron of an honest car salesman. So he went with the subtle subject change.

"And how handsome do you think I am?" He was a narcissist and didn't get tired of hearing it to be fair. "If we're being honest."

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Gwyn went down onto the bed with a small oof, twisting eagerly at once to track Seth's movements. His eyes went a little wider at the warning, a slow grin stealing across the sith's face. Oh, he did not anticipate regretting this experiment at all. "That is very tempting," The master murmured, getting a good eyeful of Seth's getup from the back as he arched off the bed to wrestle down his trousers, fumbling for his shirt next. "And you just had these toys ready and waiting for you the moment the opportunity came alone?" He teased, kicking his clothes thoughtlessly away onto the floor.

"Good to know," Seth hummed, dragging Gwyn's bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away. The building sexual energy had the tribrid's mouth watering, his eyes glowing bright red now from only a sip. He easily shoved Gwyn onto his bed while he rounded it in destination for his bedside table. "I highly recommend getting your clothes off before I join you, otherwise they'll be destroyed," he promised in a sing-song-like voice. Seth wasn't afraid of using a little fire or transmutation magic in the bedroom so that was definitely a promise.

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"Toujours," Gwyn confirmed with an approving little smirk as he settled between his own parted legs. And why shouldn't he approve of indulging Roland in this play of flattery? He had never been shy about heaping it on his sire and the elder blossomed under it like a fussy but well-tended flower. Gwyn leaned into the touch over his bared chest and this was not so dissimilar from Roland's behaviors either, when they were both such tactile creatures. His grin only widened as Roland pointed out the new style. "And what do you think? I would have assumed you'd enjoy my branching out from my usual. Does this mean you'll stop nagging about the suits?" Gwyn was more than ready to accept a kiss, not a bit of hesitation in his mind despite the strangeness of seeing his teasing reflect back in his own eyes. Who wouldn't be curious in such a situation? And besides, who knew when he would ever have this chance again? The real question was how far Roland would let him push it.

He cocked a brow at that maneuver, still smirking as he leaned in to plant his hands on the tabletop on either side of Roland's hips -- his hips. The other looked charming like that, smoke drifting off around his curls; Gwyn made a note to steal the gesture for himself. "By all means, mon petit," He purred, "If you take issue with my assemblage, I invite you to do better." He lifted one hand to trace his fingers down the curve of the other's neck, brushing dotingly over the twin marks where Roland's fangs had pierced his throat so long again. "Or is it not really about the clothing, I wonder? If you want something, you know you only have to ask..."

Gwyn certainly had chosen quite the outfit to dress Roland's body in, hadn't he? It was never something Roland would have picked himself (he was far too fond of his suits though he liked to dress up in various themes when the castle provided the opportunity) but it hardly looked bad. In fact, he looked enticing in a whole different way than usual. It was also amusing that Gwyn had transferred his own style to Roland's body while Roland had decided to lean into Gwyn's while he was masquerading as his fledgling. That was half the fun, though. People would automatically assume he was Gwyn if he maintained the sith's style while one glance at Roland in that outfit and everyone would know something was very out of the ordinary. They clearly had different ideas on how best to take advantage of this swap.

He couldn't help but smile as Gwyn showed off his own body to him and very much seemed on board with continuing to praise him. Roland was hardly going to complain as it was most definitely stroking his ego. "That's my job isn't it, darling? A fledgling should always appreciate his sire." That smile only grew as Gwyn approached, legs spreading easily to accept him between his legs and letting him steal the cigarette. It just freed up his hands so he could slide them over the skin left exposed by the open shirt. "Impossible to improve on perfection, absolutely. Interesting new style you've taken up. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, isn't it?" If he was going to pretend to be Gwyn at Gwyn he was going to exaggerate it and take it to the extreme. "Too bad I'll have to take it off you right away." It was odd to touch his own body when he wasn't inside of it but hardly unpleasant. He kept a hand on his own abdomen and leaned up like he was going to kiss Gwyn but instead snatched the cigarette back with a mischievous grin and took another drag, tilting his head slightly to blow the smoke off to the side and not directly into Gwyn's face. Then he just looked at him, teasing the cigarette between his lips but not taking another drag yet.

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Gwyn's breath hitched as Briar got a hand around them both, groaning against the faerie's neck a moment in encouragement. Briar barely needed that encouragement, did he? Not that the sith minded, or wasn't feeling just as eager himself. "Oh, I will, darling," He purred between kisses against that graceful neck, "That's a promise." He rewarded him for it with the rub of his fingers against the Seelie's entrance, teasing the pads around that delicate skin with only the lightest pressure. As willing as Briar was, his body was still clearly catching up. Gwyn might've wanted it rough, but driving the pretty thing mad with pleasure didn't have to mean immediately hurting him. And besides, so long as he had this particular power over the younger, it would be a shame not to use it... "Don't worry, I'll keep it safe for you," Gwyn hummed, brushing his lips over the Seelie's again with a toothy, knowing grin, "How could I forget such a perfect name? My lovely Briar."

His thighs adjusted to accommodate the master between his legs as he pressed deliciously against him, hips bucking to meet his, eager for more friction. His teeth caught his lower lip again as he pulled away to strip, admiring his body for the moment he had before the sith was back on him again. The skin to skin friction pulled lewd moans from his mouth, swallowed by the kiss. His hands slipped from his hair, fingers tracing down his neck and along his torso, mapping out his body until he reached his v-line. He reached between them, wrapping a hand around their cocks to add to the pleasure, matching the other's rhythm with the speed of his hand moving. He groaned softly at his words, goosebumps rising along his skin as his hand slipped down, whining lowly when he stopped just before where he desperately needed him. "Please," He breathed, the idea of not thinking actually sounding very pleasant. "Want everything you got, use me 'till I can't even remember my name."

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Gwyn pressed into that squeeze eagerly, stars practically shining in his eyes at the insinuation of a rougher touch as he looked up at the slave. It didn't matter if Kell couldn't exactly choke him the traditional way, just the thought had the sith squirming all over again, feeling breathless all the same from the way it made the toy press inside of him. "That's ambitious. You're going to be testing yourself too, my lovely," Gwyn teased, still feeling him out, letting himself savor the sensation of Kell getting hard under his hand, "You think you can outlast me when you're balls deep and that little gadget is humming right against your cock? Sounds like a challenge to me."

Kell combed his fingers gently through Gwyn's hair when the master leaned into the touch, doing it a few times before he let his hand lightly rest against the other man's neck. The human gave him a reassuring little squeeze, a low moan sounding from the slave at the feeling of Gwyn's hand cupping his cock. It wasn't nearly enough for Kell, but he made himself be patient, knowing that they didn't have a time limit here like they had back in the carriage. He rocked a little into the touch, a low hum in response to the question. A little shiver of anticipation went through Kell and he nodded. "I think so. Driving you out of your mind with need for a bit before I let you cum does sound very fun."

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"Absolutely," The master purred proudly. As if Gwyn was going to deny his impatience at a time like this, not when Dair had specifically gone out of his way to cast a spell that would get the sith all riled up just for him. "Like this?" He parted his lips to take the nephilim's finger into his mouth without a moment's hesitation, lapping teasingly at the pad of Dair's thumb before hollowing his cheeks to suck around the digit, not breaking eye contact for a moment as he slid down it until he reached the second knuckle. Something told him this wasn't exactly what Dair had meant, but the magic only made Gwyn want him, it didn't mean he had to rush.

The sith was right, Alasdair wasn't cruel by nature, but he knew he could be if given the right circumstances. His virtue was diligence, so he would do anything to achieve a goal he'd set himself. He chuckled softly, enjoying Gwyn in such close proximity, their lips brushing together in a not-quite kiss before the sith leant in and stole one. "So impatient," he purred, running soft fingertips down Gwyn's cheek to take hold of his chin. "How about you show me just how useful that pretty mouth of yours can be," Alasdair suggested with a little grin, his thumb trailing over Gwyn's lower lip.

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In the state he was in, Gwyn could barely tell if he was disappointed or relieved to have the toy turned down again. He sighed softly either way as Kell touched him, solidly so, a reassuring twine of his fingers through the sith's curls. The master leaned into it like a dog happy to be pet and Gwyn felt just as eager to please. He carefully undid the fastening's on Kell's trousers, sliding one hand inside just to cup him through his underwear. Now that he'd felt how strong the vibrations could get, the lowest setting was like a distant buzz, a faint tickle that wasn't nearly enough for the sith's enhanced appetite. "You going to fuck me while your little toy is inside me?" He cooed longingly, syrupy sweet for the lewdness of his words as he caressed the shape of the slave's cock, "Just imagine how that would feel, pressed against us both..."

The other man's reaction to the toy being turned to the highest setting had Kell tilting his head, a little grin on the human's lips. It had maybe been a little bit of a dick move to do that to Gwyn, but the slave would more than make it up to him before the night ended. Kell waited until the sith had settled onto his knees in front of him to turn the toy back to the lowest setting, not wanting to keep Gwyn completely overwhelmed this early on. The giddy laugh pulled a smile from Kell and he reached out to gently curl his fingers in the older man's hair, nodding at the question. "Of course. You can touch me as much as you like, handsome."

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There, now Aneirin was looking at him. Gwyn beamed in response, even if the words that came from the elder weren't exactly the cheeriest. He wasn't even sure where the nickname had slipped from, had he heard someone use it before? The reaction made it seem right. "Your lady wife? Is that who you mean? I can't think of a single other 'her'." Gwyn cocked his head up at the other vampire, the kicked-puppy expression on Aneirin's face, putting on a small pout of his own. "Isn't that a good thing if I say what she says? You miss her, don't you?"

Gwyn could feel a strange sympathy for that. He had no partner in Aneirin's manner, but he knew what it was to long for people. "I'm not Sophia, precious, you know that." His thumbs pet over Aneirin's cheeks, a curious look lingering in Gwyn's eyes. "I do adore you though. No matter the silly little things you say to try and hurt me. I'm not your wife, but I'm - your brother, aren't I?" A little grin flickered over his face, marvelously entertained by the notion with it's absurdity, the faint taboo. Gwyn was stubborn, quick to be affectionate, needing very little but the notion that it was right to like someone to like them after all. "I want us to be close, you know. I want you to adore me. I'm not going to stop trying to figure you out, either."

Nye. Instantly, Aneirin's head twisted back to Gwyn, however shied away his gaze had been before. No one called him that here. No one called him that outside of Wales, not even Roland, who still thought the Welsh was ugly and clunky. Not even Roland knew him, truly. It felt like a part of himself was suffocating here, a part of him that only Sophia saw. Only she called him that. Gwyn had no right to his real name and yet what washed over Aneirin wasn't anger but relief.

"You sound like her. It frightens me." Sophia frightened him, with the feelings she provoked. It had been awful, those first few decades of marriage, the rage, the childish hair pulling... And then the fierce protectiveness, the adoration. "You say what she would say." He didn't know himself, not really. He always needed someone else to do that for him, and try as hard as he might, Roland had proved he couldn't. He didn't jerk away from Gwyn's touch this time, his expression softer, wounded, almost.

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Gwyn moaned his encouragement at the feeling of Cassian's fingers sliding through his hair, arousal washing through him so powerfully he shuddered with it a moment. "You can pull," He gasped, taking his mouth off the dragon's hot flesh for the briefest moment, "Do it, darling, I want you to." He wanted even more than that. He licked and sucked at Cassian hungrily through the lace until it was soaked with saliva instead of seed, dropping a hand into his lap to squeeze himself through his clothes. It was nearly painful how hard he was, but there was more than one way to get his satisfaction.

Once content with the work he'd done to clean him, Gwyn tugged the panties down just far enough to free Cassian's length, letting the band snap back into place under his cock. His eyes were fixed there for a long, hungry moment, stroking his hands up the back of Cassian's thighs. "Wonder how fast you can come again if I don't use the spell," Gwyn mused, gaze flicking up to Cassian's face with a little grin, "What do you think, my dear?" He leaned in to nuzzle into the dragon's groin, murmuring between kisses against the base, "You want to fuck my mouth until I can get you off again?" He was fixated on the idea the moment it entered his mind: the bruising force Cassian could use on him, how far the other could push into his throat with a cock that size. He could feel himself throbbing faintly inside his trousers at the thought, so easily inflamed with this magic by the prospect of such crude handling. "Please, Cas-" He stuttered to stop the name with a flood of realization, hiccupping into laughter as he rubbed his cheek restlessly against Cassian's hip. "Please, darling, I'm sorry."

The rough nature of the kiss was what Cassian needed. What the doctor ordered, as it were. He kissed Gwyn with abandon, trying to contain his electricity. Every little nip made him moan, made him whimper. It all left him starving for more. But he couldn't help but notice that Gwyn was being rougher than normal. He was usually teasing and sweet, liked to string Cassian along until he was at the end of his rope and begging. This was much more to the point, which didn't mean that the dragon was complaining at all. He just couldn't help but feel there was another factor at play, which might have been a spell. He didn't care. Being subject to it was not something he was going to stop.

"You don't need to apologize," he managed, taking a few panted breaths. As Gwyn slipped down between his legs, he parted them to give him a little more room. Dark eyes watched as that sneaky tongue lapped up his spend, his cock stirring with interest. He might have come already but he had the stamina to bounce back quickly which he was thankful for. He could see that Gwyn wasn't done with him yet and if he was being honest, he wasn't done either.

"Fuck," he groaned, Gwyn's tongue over the lace providing a new sensation for him. His hands reached for that pretty head of curls so he could bury his fingers into the locks, petting them back and even tugging slightly. "Not protesting at all."

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To be offered as many times as he wanted was a dangerous amount of freedom to give the sith, but Gwyn only grinned as their lips met again, flush with eagerness to take advantage of just that. He settled fully between Briar's legs now so they could grind against each other as they kissed, heedless of the mess Gwyn hadn't licked up, smearing against the sith's clothes to remind him that he hadn't even bothered to strip himself yet. With a disgruntled sound, Gwyn reared up just far enough to rip his own shirt over his head and toss it aside, not even bothering to do more with his trousers than unzip and shimmy them down his thighs, groaning delightedly against Briar's mouth when he rocked against the Seelie again and felt them skin to skin, the younger's stirring cock blood hot against his own. The spell made even that simplest grind feel ecstatic. "I'm going to keep you here all night, sweetheart," Gwyn murmured between kisses, hitching one of Briar's thighs higher so he could sneak his fingers down the curve of his hip to the Seelie's groin again, then the soft place behind his balls, "There's not going to be a single thought left in that pretty head of yours when I'm done with you."

Each touch from the sith felt like a match being lit under his skin as he came down from his sudden climax, chest heaving with each heavy breath as he attempted to regain his composure. A soft whine slipped from behind his hands as he nipped at his thigh, almost immediately missing the weight from between his legs when Gwyn shifted to hover over him. Despite his dislike for the lack of control over his body, the lust coursing through him only made him eager for just how many times he'd use it against him. "As many as you want," He breathed, peeking out at him between his fingers, teeth finding his bottom lip and digging into the pink skin as the master dipped down to clean off a small portion of his chest. It felt almost pornographic to watch, his cock twitching back to life from the sight alone. Just when he thought it couldn't get anymore titillating he was leaning up and pulling his hands away, filling his mouth with the taste of his own finish. He moaned into the kiss, hands returning to their place in his hair, this time unable to stop himself from twisting curls around his fingers and tugging. His tongue dive past his lips, eager to deepen the already messy kiss even more.

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Gwyn had only barely gotten a hand around himself when Kell's thumb flicked on the remote, a strangled sound escaping the sith as what had been a gentle coaxing hum inside of him suddenly made a violent jump in intensity. He wavered on his feet like he'd been punched, eyes going completely unfocused as his breath came in short, stuttered gasps. When Gwyn was this overwhelmed, it was like his undead body forgot what it didn't need anymore, grasping for any relief it could. He was still shivering when Kell closed the gasp between them, a soft whimper escaping him as the human laid that little kiss on him. "Right," Gwyn murmured, almost slurring, "My knees..." It took no effort at all to let them collapse beneath him, his hard cock jutting desperately from his open trousers. "You drive a ha- a hard bargain, darling." He stared up at the human with a giddy laugh, all but leaning into Kell's hip entirely as he fumbled for the other's belt one more time. "Please? Please let me touch you."

"Almost always, then." But Kell didn't mind it, obviously, so he wasn't going to harp on it. Really, he couldn't see Gwyn being any other way, that fae half of him making the man a bit of a troublemaker. The way that the master sighed his name drew a laugh from the human and he nipped one more time at the sith's jaw. "Gwyn." He fired back, that smirk widening as the other man started to put some distance between them, Kell's eyes darkening while he watched Gwyn start to shimmy out of his pants. Just to be a bit of a dick, he jumped the toy from the lowest setting to the highest, fighting back a laugh with difficulty. "I didn't say you couldn't help me. Maybe you should try to ask me properly first, hm?" He closed the distance between them, pressing a teasing kiss to the tip of Gwyn's nose. "On your knees, maybe."

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"Not always," Gwyn protested mildly, far more captivated by that little smirk than he was interested in defending himself. As was already said, clearly a brat wasn't such a bad thing to be if Kell enjoyed it so. There was that whiskery kiss at Gwyn's cheek and the sith turned his head quickly to try and steal a real kiss from the man, only to be denied in more ways than one. "Kell," He sighed, dragging out the other's name as he pouted, the faintest wobble in his voice as the gentle vibrations sent pleasure flushing through him anew. "Fine." Gwyn tugged himself away, a fresh grin of his own flickering into place as he reached for his own lacings, shimmying his trousers slowly down over his hips, "I can entertain myself just fine. You don't mind, do you? Since you don't seem to be interested in my help, after all."

The human raised his eyebrows at Gwyn, a little smirk dancing around Kell's lips for a few brief seconds. "So are you admitting that you're always a brat?" He teased, both of them well aware of the fact that Kell couldn't seem to get enough of the sith. And it definitely seemed to be mutual, the slave chuckling quietly as the older man leaned into him with a whine. Tempting as it was to put the toy to the highest setting, Kell wanted to gradually work up to that, in no hurry to speed things along. Though of course, it was ultimately up to the human whether or not Gwyn was allowed to cum tonight. "Mm. Glad you approve." He replied, turning his head to press a kiss to Gwyn's cheek and then tsked, reaching down to take hold of the master's wrist to pull his hand away. "Hands to yourself for right now, handsome."

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As one-track minded as Gwyn was even without a lust spell urging him on, the sith couldn't help but pick up the very real edge of unhappiness in Aneirin's voice, merely resting his cheek against the other's hip for moment, though his fingers kept to their meandering up and down the councilman's thigh. "You can't control everything, Nye," Gwyn huffed, a fond but exasperated little puff of air against Aneirin's bare skin, "And you definitely can't understand it all either. I don't know why you'd want to, sweetheart. How am I going to replace you with Roland when we're so different you and I, hm?"

It all seemed so obvious to the sith, he couldn't wrap his mind around Aneirin's fretting. The other's final admittance had Gwyn humming in thought, trying to quiet the heat under his skin long enough to make a bit of sense of things by rubbing his face against the elder, nails digging in slightly. "Stubborn man. Do you need me to tell you what you want?" Gwyn queried finally, tipping his chin up to look at Aneirin again, pushing up from his crouch, "Or we could find out together..." He grinned inexhaustibly, leaning in closer as he took Aneirin's face in his hands and forced the councilman to look at him again, "I rather like the thought of you not in control."

Aneirin stared back at Gwyn, his expression sharp but nervous, not unlike one of his own birds. "I don't understand you. I can't predict what you're going to do. It frightens me." He sank his teeth into his lip, but couldn't prevent himself from speaking his mind, thanks to that accursed spell. "I don't feel in control around you."

He turned his face away to avoid Gwyn's inquisitive gaze, even as his body shivered under Gwyn's touches. "I wouldn't trust it if you did." He bit his lip again, cursing himself under his breath. He was giving Gwyn far too much power, conceding what little ground he'd managed to claw back since the last encounter. He paused, trying to hold that last secret in, but it forced its way out, despite every bit of Aneirin's conscious trying to smother it. "... I don't know what I want."

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In practice, kissing Seth like this wasn't too remarkably different from kissing him on Halloween. There was a bit more height to crane his neck for, but Gwyn would attribute that to the killer heels more than anything else. The hand on his jaw was smaller beneath the gloves, but Gwyn was honestly losing interest in analyzing the details as Seth tugging him closer, parting his lips obligingly to deepen things with an encouraging groan. "We don't have to go that slow, darling," He murmured against Seth's lips between kisses, a bit too much wanting in his voice to come across a suggestion more than a an eager request.

"Thanks, dude, I'll send you the link later," Seth replied, grinning crookedly. He took Gwyn by the wrist and teleported them both into his suite bedroom. "How 'bout we start off slow?" he suggested, closing the distance with the sith and cupping the other's jaw as he leaned in for a kiss, careful and languid at first. It wasn't like this was his first time kissing Gwyn though it'd been a minute since the one they shared at Halloween with Khion involved. Seth soon found his footing and deepened it, lips parting and tongue begging for entrance while his other hand pulled the older's hips flush against his own.