Gwyn Caolán | Baobhan Sith Versatile | Master 290 ' you must learn to navigate your own insatiability '
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"I wasn't really keeping track," Gwyn giggled loosely, entirely unafraid now, "It's a party, you know." His pupils weren't nearly as blown as they had been earlier in the night, but the ring of green around them was still thinner than it normally should have been. He had no idea at all what the officer might be capable of; the second Ransom had indulged the sith's flirtatiousness all of Gwyn's worry had evaporated, replaced by his surprise and delight to find the two of them in what he perceived as a fun game of pretend with a very obvious conclusion.
The gun was a cold little kiss against his bare skin, but Gwyn was already cold and it didn't bother him. It was just another prop for the game, he could barely conceive of it as something that might hurt him. Once Ransom's hand was off his throat, Gwyn leaned back against the wall and push his hips forward invitingly, letting the lingerie slide down low around his waist, baring his slender chest.
"What do you think, officer?" He said sweetly, lightly walking the fingers of one hand up the buttons on Ransom's shirt, "I'm only wearing so much. You can check. I won't tell anyone that you've been putting your hands anywhere you shouldn't."
"How much of your own product did you take?" He asked leaning in to look in his eyes, he didn't need the aide of a flashlight to see his pupils with his species though he could have just to be an asshole. Lucky for the mouthy master, his hand was still occupied with his gun he was debating the paperwork against using. Still close enough to his birthday. He glanced down at the other's bare skin now the corset was loose and glanced back at the master who probably didn't know just how much danger he was in with Ransom.
That age old debate of iron or vervain, course he already had vervain tipped bullets loaded into the gun, would save him having to change out the magazine. The gun was out of its holster and the safety flicked off as he used it to push down the loose corset. The other arm was on the wall as he leaned in close to Gwyn again.
"This is the only hiding place you have?" He asked facetiously. "Can make this easier on both of us." Ransom had no intention to make anything easier on Gywn, but he'd certainly make it easier on himself if given the opportunity to.
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Gwyn could feel the evidence of just how much the slave liked this treatment, grinning against his skin as he cupped him through his underthings, squeezing the other's trapped hardness gently as he teased his mouth up his chest and felt the goosebumps riddling the merman's warm skin. "Stay just like that," The sith purred, putting the wine bottle temporarily aside. He had more than enough to focus on now in giving Jacen exactly what he'd asked for, following the trail of dark red dripping down his body to lave his tongue over a peaked nipple, tasting the bitter sweetness of the alcohol on him and nipping playfully at the rosy bud. The slave really was beautifully shaped, as all his kind tended to be, easy for Gwyn to appreciate with his mouth and his hands. He clearly wasn't used to being handled so appreciatively either, which made it all the more pleasurable to do so. "Such a pretty thing..." He slipped that hand beneath Jacen's waistband, curling his fingers around the mer's trapped cock and stroking him slowly as he sucked the last of the wine off of one nipple, giving it a cheeky kiss before the sith tipped his head to give the other the same attention.
Jacen’s looked at the beautiful master who seemed willing to give him what he wanted. Fuck, not a lot of masters cared about a slave like him thought. That made him smirk a little, such a cute thing, he thought. He cupped his cheek and squeezed it hard in a playful manner. “I have the highest hopes you would.” He winked and soon enough, his body was exposed, his pants half-way and a line of his cock was visible. The master obviously liked teasing, leaving the merman needier. “Fuck.” The cold liquid made him shiver, and a wave of pleasure rushed onto his body, sending warmth downwards and up. His cock, hardened helplessly, pulsating against the confines of his underwear. But what made the merman moan in pleasure was the warm tongue that explored his skin, making him shift in place, purposely rubbing his bulge against his cheek. “Feels good.” He breathed out, voice drowned on the sea of noise they were in. His sensitive buds hardened against his fingers and he closed his eyes shut as pleasure took over.
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Gwyn loved the sound of his name on Kell's lips like that, the human's voice rich with pleasure. His thumbs pet over the other's hipbones as he bobbed his head, slow and indulgent, savoring the heat of him and the heavy weight of Kell's cock on his tongue making the saliva well up around his prize. It wouldn't do to push him too far if Gwyn wanted the slave to fuck him tonight after all, so he made himself ease off after a bit more teasing, the impatience starting to even get to him. Just a few more moments, suckling sweetly around the very tip, before Gwyn let go with an audible pop and a sigh. "Remind me to have you again another time," He murmured with a grin, stalking back up the bed to settle over Kell's body, letting the slick line of the slave's cock tease against the curve of his arse, "You're lucky I want to feel you cum inside badly enough to not make you do it down my throat."
"Well. Who am I to say no to that?" Gwyn turning that move around on him wasn't something that Kell had been expecting and the human couldn't help a laugh as their positions were very abruptly flipped. He was still chuckling softly even as Kell returned the kiss, arching up a bit into the hands that moved down along his body. The slave dropped his head down onto the pillow, the fingers of one hand loosely tangled in the sheets while he watched Gwyn slide further down his body. A low moan sounded from Kell as the master's lips wrapped around his cock and he moved his free hand down to loosely tangle in the man's hair. It was no surprise at all that Gwyn was fucking talented with his mouth and Kell's hips twitched, the human just barely stopping himself from thrusting up a little as the sith took all of him. "Oh, fuck, Gwyn..." He moaned, tilting his head back while his fingers tightened in the older man's hair.
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Cassian's hand was a welcome weight, the perfect encouragement for Gwyn to lean sideways against him and get comfortable against the dragon's shoulders as he sipped his drink with a soft noise of satisfaction. Sweet and rich and perfect, by the sith's metrics. There wouldn't be nearly enough to give him a buzz, but the point was more to make the cocoa palatable to his stomach. There was little to do done about the whipped cream, but Gwyn had already committed himself to suffering a little later to enjoy such small pleasures now.
"Dabbled, eh?" He wiggled his brows at the other as Cassian met his eyes, picking up the implied meaning easily, "Glad to see you're fitting in without a hitch. Not that I had any doubt!" They'd met off a one-night stand, after all, clearly Cassian was used to these kinds of things and he was handsome enough to catch plenty of attention. "Anyone interesting? Anyone I should know about?"
His smile widened at the invitation, Gwyn immediately warmed by the notion. He nestled a little closer, pillowing his cheek against Cassian's coat. It was hard to resist the urge to get comfortable around the dragon. "Careful, doctor. Your other patients will start making complaints if you let me take up all your time."
The dragon allowed himself to be bullied into the chair, carefully sitting so his weight didn't topple it backwards. He'd had enough of falling tonight, thank you. He was patient as Gwyn situated himself, Cassian rested one warm hand at the small of the sith's back as his other held his cup. He watched with amusement as Gwyn doctored his drink. He should have expected it. Whatever alcohol it was definitely had a reddish hue and he had no doubt it was blood.
"Well," he started slowly, eyes going up towards the dark sky as he thought to himself, "I've made a friend of one of my colleagues at work. His name's Ravi. He reminds me of university friends I've had over the years. I've... Dabbled. Meeting other people." He looked Gwyn in the eyes as he said it and although they were just friends, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. He had no doubt that Gwyn was probably seeing other people too. Nothing was written in stone. He quickly moved on.
"You can come harass me all you like at work or at home. I'm not nearly as busy as I used to be at other practices and I like seeing you."
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"It's exciting, don't mistake my meaning," Gwyn snickered, feeling like he'd learned all he needed to about the ghoul's motivations in that single comment, "Perhaps I've gotten too used to hopping places at a moment's notice. Takes a man a little time to wrap his head around settling down, even in a pleasure palace. I should ask you for tips, since you've been around so much longer." He brightened at Raphael's words, tipping his head in preemptive thanks. "Whatever you're drinking, darling! I'm curious what the man of the house keeps for himself." A little bold, yes, but if Raphael wasn't willing, he wouldn't have offered.
"I'm glad to hear we can keep you entertained, Mr. Caolan," Raphael replied, grinning once more. "I would expect that the constant sex with all the slaves would provide such excitement in between holiday events." His dark eyes dropped down to Gwyn's near empty glass. "What're you drinking? This round'll be on me in exchange for a few moments of your company."
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Mysteriously, Gwyn was not surprised to hear Bradley had picked this outfit out instead of Gareth. Something about the fact that it covered more skin than it showed... "I do like it," He grinned, plucking at the edge of Bradley's sparkly blazer and kicking out his leg to show off his own sequined black trousers, "Put together, we make a matched set." Unintended, but rather cute, if Gwyn dared say so. "Are you challenging me to get you out of your clothes in an alleyway again, darling? You look so well in them. And it isn't even midnight yet." As if the sith hadn't conquered men's dress many times before.
Despite not smoking, Bradley had nothing against it -- especially when it came to supernatural beings, who could smoke all they liked with no side effects. Plus, it suited Gwyn -- which was an odd thing to think, right? Either way, Bradley couldn't help but admire just how alluring Gwyn looked while smoking a cigarette. The faerie looked down at himself as the sith commented on his suit, a little smirk pulling at his mouth. "My taste. Do you like it?" He asked, looking up at Gwyn again. "I'm not sure it's as easy to get out of as my Halloween costume though," he chuckled, tucking his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers.
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"What do you have to offer?" Gwyn said shrewdly, giving Seth a curious up and down, "Let's start small!" He plucked one of the many rings off his finger, a tiger's eye gleaming in the inset as he propped it up on the table's edge. Though it looked like the sith decked himself out in silver, most of his jewelry was white gold to avoid the burn. He had an aesthetic to maintain, after all. "Best of three?" Gwyn tittered at the other's competitiveness, eyes idly following the drifting puck as he found his own pusher. He had not a care in the world for formal sport, but he trusted his reflexes.
"What would you like to wager?" Seth asked, raising a brow at the older fae hybrid. He smirked, following Gwyn over to the table and smoothing his hands along the edge to start the thing up. He took his position then at one of the goal ends. "Oh, no, we're not doing practice rounds, we're jumping right in. Practice rounds are for pussies." He grabbed the hand-held disc floating on his side of the table and swiped the puck out from the compartment on his side, dropping it down on the table where it started to glide slowly of its own accord. "It's pretty easy. Point of the game is to get this puck into your opponent's goal and keep the puck from sliding into your goal. Think you got it?"
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"Gideon it is," Gwyn said matter-of-factly, though the tone almost immediately gave way to another giggle, letting the councilman guide him out of the flow of traffic without resistance, fully fixated on the other man's face now. "Isn't it silly how you all refer to each other like that? I hear it all the time. How is France doing, I've had it with Italy, on and on and on." His brain caught up, the whir of the cogs practically audible. "You don't drink?" Gwyn exclaimed, "And you're a councilman? How do you survive it?" The idea seemed bizarre to him. "We're getting fresh air right here, aren't we?" The sith smiled, leaning into Gideon's chest happily.
Gideon gave Gwyn a small laugh. "I would say yes but I don't often drink. However I am willing to escort you somewhere where you don't have to do as much walking. And you don't have to call me Israel. I prefer Gideon. Please don't try to shorten it to Giddy." He joked as he moved the other out of the way of other guests easily. "But I see you're enjoying the holidays well. Where can we go where you can get some fresh air, hm? Any preferences?"
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Gwyn was easily appeased, his pout softening as the grip loosened in his hair, leaning into the gentler touch a moment like a petulant cat before he slid off of Valentin's chest and to his feet. By the time he'd gotten there, the councilman was practically already forgiven, curiosity having Gwyn bouncing on his toes while he waited to be escorted to his prize. He didn't ogle too much of the suite as he was led through it, having introduced himself to many of Valentin's more obvious curiosities without the elder even needing to be present. He'd taken a few lovely naps on the rug in the multi-colored pools of sun that came through the windows in Valentin's office.
Clearly though there were secrets the sith hadn't discovered on his own, and he'd even gone through the councilman's desk twice at least! Smarting at the injustice of it and taking notes for the next time he was rifling through someone's things, Gwyn hovered over Valentin's shoulder with his fingers wound together behind his back, as if posture alone would convince him the sith was reformed. He made an appreciative noise as he spied the mechanism that kept the secret bottom in place, distracted from his automatic pondering of how it worked by the prize that Valentin pulled into view.
A weapon? Gwyn almost laughed; perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised, given what the Spaniard kept in droves around his suite. His eyes went immediately to the violet suspension in the sheath, holding it up for closer inspection the moment Valentin relinquished it to his hands. Vervain? "I shan't ask what this was used for," Gwyn murmured delightedly, going for the fastenings on the sheath at once and sliding the blade free to admire the wicked edge, "What an enigma you are, councilman! I'll treasure it."
Valentin loved a good grapple no matter the circumstances. But in this case, the fun was beginning to toe into territory he could tell was beginning to really get to Gwyn. He remained resolute, even when the sith tried his little tricks. It wasn't until he got the promise, worded how he wanted it, that he released him fully. His hand loosened in Gwyn's hair, fingers carding through as if to soothe the spot, and his legs unwound. He didn't kick Gwyn off of him, allowing the fae to move off first before he sat up.
The Spaniard gestured for Gwyn to follow him to his office. Valentin opened the door and went to sit at his desk. His office, much like the rest of his suite, had stained glass and green plants, but this smaller space had more artwork. Valentin liked moody paintings of flowers, just as he liked the real things. Behind him as he sat at his desk, there was an arrangement of paintings in different sizes and shapes, all fitting together to fill a chunk of space.
He opened a drawer and moved a few things so he could slip his fingers inside. A mechanism gave a quiet click and released the false bottom of the drawer. He held it up with one hand and grabbed out Gwyn's gift with the other before settling the false bottom back into place and closing the drawer.
He stood from his chair and offered Gwyn a dagger in a leather sheath. It was beautifully crafted from end to end, the blade crafted in a shape specific to wound on both the way in and to especially rend flesh on the way out. A vial was inlaid into the handle, a light purple liquid suspended inside. "Here, my gift to you," he said, "The poison is based with vervain. There is a release under the pommel. Press it while you stab and the poison will release through the blade."
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"Only on preliminary excursions..." Gwyn had figured out quickly the busiest places and who seemed to frequent them, never one to go uneducated on the important matters of nightlife any place he went. "I might not be one for snacking anymore, but I'll gladly watch you enjoy yourself while we gossip about your conquests," He teased.
"You been to town yet?" Seth asked. "Outside of the castle, you'll typically find me at Cannabites. It's a fine restaurant, sports bar vibe depending on what you're feeling. Food's great, drinks are great, vibe's great if you're into that thing."
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Gwyn's eyes sparkled at the prospect of such fun, giving Kell a coy little shrug. "If he'd hear my contributions. I wonder about your master, sometimes..." Tiernan seemed to insist on being both jealous and casual with his slave, bandying Kell about for others to touch him dressed like this. Or maybe the councilman liked the idea of his human being so readily used. Gwyn still hadn't unraveled that particular mystery and he didn't care to in the moment with Kell winding him up, curiously watching the patterns of the other's fingers as he secured the master's wrists. Nothing the sith couldn't tear out of easily, but that wasn't the game. "Next time, then." He gave Kell an excited smile, happy to close his eyes for the next kiss and let himself be laid out across the carriage's plush seats, his legs parting without a whisper of complain to invite the other between them.
"What, are you gonna track Tiernan down for the next party they have here?" Admittedly, there was a part of Kell that was curious what the two of them could come up with, but he also dreaded it. Mostly because he seemed to be wearing less and less with every new outfit his master shoved his way. The human couldn't help the slight sound of protest when Gwyn let go of him, though he wasn't disappointed for long as the sith offered his wrists to him. "A pity that there's really nowhere to attach them to in here." He commented, chuckling softly as he picked up the ribbons, winding them expertly around Gwyn's wrists and then giving them an experimental tug to make sure the ribbon wasn't too tight. As if Gwyn couldn't easily break out of them. He kissed the master again and used the makeshift restraints to maneuver Gwyn around until he had him pressed down across one of the seats.
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"So have I! It's called an even exchange." Gwyn had never had a problem with sharing his own blood with a victim to heal them, that kind of fairness scratched the fae part of his brain quite pleasingly. If it made them more likely to let the sith feed off them again, all the better. He beamed back at Florian's smile, taking it as a sign he was getting somewhere with the proper little kresnik. "There's a first time for everything," The sith said cheerfully, sidling a little closer, an amiable shark smelling blood in the water. This time when he reached up to touch Florian it was light and casual, brushing a lock of dark hair from the kresnik's face. "What do you have to be afraid of, my darling? Clearly you can handle little old me... aren't you curious?" Whether Gwyn was referring to blood drinking or something else now was left deliberately ambiguous.
"I've also healed others after your kind has fed on them." He hummed and peeked over the top of the list at the vampire in front of him, his lips raising into a small grin. "Offering myself? I'm not the type to actively seek a vampire to come feed off me and also, I think if you had access to holy fire, you'd end up destroying something." he replied with a laugh as he folded the note in his hand and placed it inside one of the pockets of his jacket. "I would be a liar if I said that I found you unattractive." Florian was now at the point where he was refusing to look at Gwyn, afraid his body would betray his words.
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"I'm sure he thinks he does," Gwyn snorted, not a care in the world. The sith bore no ill will towards the ghoul at all, no matter Roland's opinion of Raphael. He simply trusted that most powerful men had far too much going on in their lives to miss a single bottle of champagne. Besides, Gwyn had always wriggled out of such troubles before -- who was looking for an invisible man in the midst of a crowded bar on New Year's anyhow?
Much more fun to focus on the important things in front of him now, like beating Khion at his own game. Gwyn whooped as the wave of snow rose in front of him, taking a running leap right towards the barrage and twisting into the familiar shape of his raven's skin to bank over the obstacle, a dark spot against the dark sky, materializing back in the air in his full form with a trill of laughter nearly on top of his old friend. His snowball never left his hands, Gwyn fully committed to letting gravity carry himself and his weapon down to mash it on top of Khion's white-blond head directly.
"De Luca's got his ways, I'm sure," Khion replied, smirking wider as he crouched down, arms out, prepared to counter Gwyn. There was a reason he'd stayed back a few feet from the bar while his old friend worked to avoid association if that shit came back to bite them in the ass. He loved Gwyn, obviously, but he'd just been freed from the castle and wasn't about to fuck that up again so soon. Councilmen weren't to be fucked with.
He decided to strike Gwyn first, waving his hand and sending a full on wave of snow right at the approaching sith.
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All Gwyn needed was Roland's reassurance, even as the wind still lightly tugged at their hair, the sound of the throngs in the street below them rising to muffle the sith's soft sighs and moans as his sire rocked deep inside of him. As much as the pace was a tease all on its own, it felt incredible to be so full and so close, Roland's lips against his skin, the sith's cock rubbing between their stomachs with each careful thrust. It was a very different kind of claiming than their first counter this time at Krovs, yes, but Gwyn felt beautifully wanted still, covered by Roland's weight, blanketed by his sire's attention. If this could drive him mad, it would be a spectacular way to go. "I feel as though I've been mad since I met you," The sith murmured, airy and teasing, turning his head just enough to kiss the other again, slow and thorough, sucking lightly at Roland's lower lip before they parted again.
He gasped at the harder thrust, his fingers digging into Roland's jacket, the sudden pleasure crackling through him like sparks after his body had just gotten accustomed to their unhurried pace. Gwyn managed a breathless laugh once he recovered from the surprise, pressing his forehead against Roland's own, eyes shining with affection and desire. "I think it shall be you first, though, my darling," He cooed, skin still prickling with adrenaline and an over-awareness of everything: the faltering railing, the distance to the snowy cobblestones, the iron band of Roland's strong arm around him. Gwyn surrendered his grip on his sire entirely, taking Roland's face in both hands to kiss him passionately again, totally entrusting himself to Roland's strength and willpower.
If public indecency existed in Krovs, which Roland really didn't think it did at this point, they would certainly be at least flirting with that dangerous line. Someone would have to be very close to them to really see anything though it was likely no real secret what they were doing. Perhaps onlookers wouldn't know exactly how far it had gone and just think they were sharing a close embrace. The idea of being watched hardly bothered Roland, though, that and the whole risque maneuver of fucking Gwyn on the balcony railing just served to make this that much more exciting and erotic, at least for him. It seemed Gwyn was getting a similar thrill out of it given all his reactions. They were well matched when it came to their tastes in this kind of activity so that was hardly surprising.
As he'd known, Gwyn made no complaint or protest about the lack of adequate preparation, seeming to relax against him and adjust very quickly though that was no surprise either. "I'd expect nothing less." Roland murmured. He wouldn't have made the statement if he didn't mean to follow up on it. Roland smiled at the light kiss on his cheek, shuddering and making a soft sound as Gwyn clung to him more tightly and clenched around him. "I won't let you fall." Roland reassured him, rolling his hips in that slow, deep rhythm. His grip on the railing beside them was tight enough to bend the metal slightly but he needed it to keep himself from ramping up to a more dangerous pace. His lips skated over Gwyn's cheek and jaw, this very much the opposite of the frenzied coupling they'd had last time but Roland did so like to draw it out as well. "Shall we make it last half the night?" He teased, nipping at Gwyn's ear lobe, licking lightly just underneath. He pulled his hips back then rocked them forward, the slow drag of his cock making him moan slightly. "Which one of us will go mad first, I wonder." He breathed, adding just the slightest bit of extra force as he drove all the way in again, his grip tightening on the railing even further as the metal gave and groaned in protest.
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"Oh, don't give me that!" Gwyn said, still clearly delighted. The revelation that they'd gone so long doing so little was just as amusing as it was surprising, considering he went to bed eventually with nearly all of his friends. What the sith almost said was that practically everyone was his type, which was just about true, but that would discredit Khion's scruffy, wintery handsomeness and that wouldn't do. "How could anyone resist you, darling? Myself included!"
He almost missed Seth's departure, head raising to follow after the gancanagh as Gwyn flung out a hand to wave to him. "Be safe!" He called after Seth teasingly, fully confident the other could handle himself perfectly fine in what seemed like home territory for the younger hybrid. That didn't mean Gwyn missed tracking the direction of Seth's eyes, turning back to Khion with raised brows and seeing the amusement in the pamola's eyes.
"I'm sensing a story here," He said conspiratorially, leaning into Khion further, "Who's the one in red and black? Someone Seth's had bewitched?" The other faekin clearly didn't have a total handle on his powers, but Gwyn wasn't going to judge him if he had someone wrapped around his cursed finger on purpose.
"Am I not your type?" Khion turned the question right back on his friend, his eyes twinkling playfully despite his lips pursed together in a pout. Course it didn't last long as he soon burst into laughter along with his friend. "In all seriousness though, how have we let this gone by so long?"
"I can see why you two are friends," Seth snorted, smirking crookedly at the two. He couldn't talk much since his memory excelled in certain areas and absolutely failed in others. "No judgment though, sometimes friends can just be friends regardless if they fucked or not." And speaking of such an instance, the gancanagh easily caught sight of a certain cambion dressed as Deadpool that was a friend he definitely was fucking. He stood up from his seat, drink in hand. "I'll be back, dudes."
The exit of the youngest brought Khion back to their third member, watching him go off with another snort of laughter to meet the bar owner. "Yeah, I don't think he's coming back anytime soon, Gwynnifer. Should we get started without him?"
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That little flinch was worth the price of admission that was Aneirin's scolding all on its own, Gwyn so delighted by it that he didn't even anticipate the sound his actual hit would illicit in turn. He ran his hand hungrily along the cane again, watching the elder try to put his composure back together, his eyes bright on the back on Aneirin's head. So much fuss only to buckle like this! Gwyn rather felt like he was the one who'd gotten a gift after all.
"Good answer." The next strike was lower, quick and snappy across the very tops of Aneirin's thighs, where Gwyn knew from his own experience the sting would be sudden and fierce. When he was subject to this kind of treatment, it was the heat of the blows that got him breathless, the fire it invited in his cold skin. He was feeling warm regardless, just watching his fellow fledgling take it on the other end. "And when you wield the weapon?" This hit glanced perfectly between the first two, the tip bending around the curve of Aneirin's cheek to flick at the meat of his hip, "What kind of reaction do you like to see, my sweet?"
Aneirin had always struggled with rhetorical questions, unable to intimate when he was supposed to give an answer and when he wasn't. He paused, his eyes a little fearfully wide, frightened much more so of making a mistake than the risk of punishment. He missed his first opportunity to reply, his shoulders jumping at the sound of the cane making contact, before he realised it wasn't with him.
Then he missed his second chance as he considered why Gwyn had hit himself, was subsequently surprised when the cane made contact with his arse. He made an undignified squeak, a noise completely unlike anything Gwyn might have heard out of him before. A blush spread across his face, the thin line of pain smarting against his skin as he took a ragged breath, composed himself before he opened his mouth, licked his lips. His voice was still uncertain, though, as he began to speak, asking a question as much as answering one. "The reaction it gets."
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Gwyn grinned victoriously as Mason spoke, rocking back onto his fingers with an eager noise, knowing he could outlast the wolf's teasing far longer than the slave could handle it himself. Not that the sith wouldn't have been up for a far longer game of who would lose their composure first, but it was just as good to hear the lust in Mason's voice, all but squirming in anticipation at the sound of the other working his pants open. "I wouldn't have refused," He said breathlessly, flashing Mason a sliver of his smile as he peeked over his shoulder, pressing eagerly back against him. Gwyn was perhaps the only master who would gladly let a slave put him over a bar so publicly, especially if it meant getting Mason like this, his hair all a mess and his eyes dark with wanting. The sith's voice mingled with the other's moans as he was finally filled, claws scraping against the brick as his head fell forward again at the sudden rush of pleasure. "Oh, that's it, darling, just like that."
The werewolf could hardly resist it anymore -- sure, toying with Gwyn and teasing him was incredibly fun, but Mason was only winding himself up the more he did tease the sith. He was already incredibly hard, and if he didn't fuck the master soon, he was going to go crazy. "I wanted to fuck you in front of them all," he growled in Gwyn's ear, crooking his fingers again to rub against that sensitive spot inside the sith. "Wanted to have you moaning for me in front of everyone," he murmured against his ear before slowly pulling his fingers free, pushing down his pants just enough to expose his aching length. After a couple of strokes, Mason lined the tip of his cock up with Gwyn's eager hole and pushed in deep, letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Fuck, you feel fuckin' perfect," he moaned, drawing his hips back slowly before pushing in again.
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