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Gwyn's laugh had a hysterical edge to it then, "Yes, I take your point! Of course." What a dour fellow this Seth was proving to be. Never mind that Gwyn was also liable to pry into this sort of thing, up until his conversational partner showed active distress (and sometimes even past that). Time and experience had taught the sith it was better to leave that particular scab alone. But perhaps he owed a fellow faerie something like an answer. "No one ever really gets used to change, do they? Not if you're the thing that changes. Sometimes you forget, but I don't think the body likes to." He gave a helpless little shrug, still smiling, "Nothing to be done about it now! No, no. Better not to dwell on such things. Roland - my dear sire has counselled me to not bother with the past like that." To varying levels of success. "But surely you've discovered some new perks to your change, friend?"

"I'm not sure of any other word to describe the feeling of what might be considered as losing the core of your identity and becoming something else," Seth said, rather seriously and almost like he could relate. His transformation into a gancanagh witch fortunately left him with the magic he'd been so drawn to –– fire and light and solar energy –– possibly even amplified those preferred elements. His possession before his death, however, transformed his magic into something he didn't recognize, something darker, more sinister, more corrupted. He'd felt sick and wrong, violated even. He wondered if going from seelie to unseelie might feel the same. He held Gwyn's gaze steadily, absently swirling his drink around in his glass. "Would you say you've completely gotten used to it at this point?"

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Honestly, even Gwyn wasn't sure if he'd been sarcastic or not on that one. Khion tended to be calm in the midst of all but the worst chaos, which could be considered its own form of unwell from a certain point of view. But the sith was also one to prefer rolling with the punches and given the other directions Khion might've gone to try and cope with his situation, tuning most of said chaos out was probably one of the best. "Oh, I plan on enjoying myself thoroughly," Gwyn said with a bright laugh, "Especially with you here to guide me. I hope your 'decent one' is willing to share you." Not that he wouldn't find a way to get to his friend regardless of what Khion's master had to say about it. "Isn't that the question..." Gwyn hummed around his own drink, eyes roving around the club as he stalled for time, smacking his lips before he settled on a partial answer, "I've managed to... ingratiate myself with one of the bigwigs on the council. Enough to earn myself a few benefits I wouldn't otherwise be enjoying by your lovely side. I bet you've gotten to see plenty of them up close by now."

"Obviously, yes," Khion laughed, beaming proudly that Gwyn understood his role here in the castle within five minutes of their reunion. He'd not met every single person in Krovs Castle though he didn't really need to in order to declare himself one of the more "mentally sound" or "emotionally stable" individuals residing up there. Sure, being kidnapped and forced into sex slavery was a rather traumatizing event but Khion always had been the type to go with the flow and not worry much. He lucked out anyway getting out of the Undercroft, as he always seemed to do when in a spot of trouble. Maybe that was a secret super power of his. "I'm sure you'll enjoy this place a lot, Gwynnifer. The extravagance and dramatics seem right up your alley." He grinned at his old friend, swallowing down another mouthful of beer. "What've you been up to over the years, my dude? Have you had any fun or wild adventures since we last ran into each other?"

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It was hard not to recall the last time they'd been this close, though Roland had been anything but restrained back in his suites. Gwyn had enjoyed it then, but he'd missed this, gasping as Roland tugged him even closer and sliding his fingertips up the back of his neck to toy with the shorter locks that had snuck out from under the wig at Roland's nape. With Roland busy at his neck, the sith was free to grin at his sire's playful attentions, biting happily at his lower lip as Roland's lips drifted over his skin and he tilted his head back the slightest amount to offer better access to his sire. No delusions of feeling Roland's fangs now, no. But the illusion of the act could nearly be as good. Gwyn sighed, only half-committed to his faux outrage as he hooked his ankles around Roland's waist to keep him from pulling away again, "Seduction by way of insult? How popular you must be." His eyes were drifting dreamily around the crowd he spoke, catching on a bystander staring at the two as they embraced and the sith gave a toothy grin, tittering as the stranger startled and quickly looked away. "Best be careful who you cast such aspersions onto, councilman," Gwyn crooned, turning his face back towards Roland and nipping sharply at his earlobe, amused and emboldened by the reminder of how publicly they were playing this game, "You'll inspire retaliation one of those days. The stories they tell about you..."

"Does he? Well, all the more reason for us to meet, then, since we have such similar tastes." He chuckled at the idea of Noel's wallet being stretched by an extravagant slave. "As he should if the good doctor is willing to let him." Gwyn did not disappoint with the compliment and Roland grinned. "So very glad to hear it. It doesn't sound like a terrible way to pass the evening." He doubted either of them would spend the whole rest of the evening where they were but Roland was content pass a considerable amount of time with his youngest fledgling and the feeling was obviously mutual. Roland had expected Gwyn to oblige him and he smiled at the giggle and his willingness to wrap his legs around him.

Gwyn pulled back after a moment though, as if to fend him off, and Roland laughed as he was teasingly scolded. "I've certainly been called worse." There was a bright spark of mischief in Roland's eyes that matched Gwyn's. "Exactly the kind we both know you are." The vampire challenged, amused. Both hands slid slowly over Gwyn's thighs to his hips, pulling him even closer and rolling his hips forward almost lazily to grind against him in a little tease. He leaned in closer to him again, easily able to override whatever strength Gwyn put into trying to keep him back, ghosting his lips over the sith's jaw and down over his neck. "Am I wrong?" He murmured, brushing one light kiss over Gwyn's neck. He'd hardly gotten to tease his fledgling in a while since last time he'd been in no state to do so. Roland intended to make up for that now.

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Gwyn tipped his head into Dmitri's caress as he exhaled, a rather gentle gesture contrasted to the slave's intense gaze. He hadn't rebuked Gwyn for touching him either and the sith took that as full permission, his free hand creeping onto Dmitri's other leg, both sliding up to grip the back of the werewitch's calves as Gwyn's eyes fell half-shut. How badly did he want to behave, anyhow? It might be worth it to see what kind of man Dmitri liked to play as, just to start...

He didn't look away from those dark eyes even as Dmitri was pulling at his clothes, all too easy to intuit what was coming. Gwyn let out a soft sigh at the silky touch of his cockhead against his lips, bloodhot and inviting, letting the slave coax a moment longer before he parted his lips. He rubbed his tongue soft and wet against the slit for a long breath before he took his cock into his mouth fully, sucking lightly all the way down until he could feel him bumping against the back of his throat. The sith had never been shy about how much he enjoyed this part, savoring the feeling of the werewitch's cock fattening against his tongue, digging his fingers into his skin a little harder and dragging his hands up to cup his thighs as he hummed his appreciation around the slave.

Dmitri watched Gwyn take a drag from the cigarette, his gaze intense and precise. When Dmitri decided he wanted something, he zeroed in on it entirely, everything else fading into the background as he hyper-focused on his target. In that moment, he'd decided that he wanted Gwyn. Specifically that he wanted Gwyn on his knees for him. He lifted the cigarette away, placed it back between his lips, balanced precariously. His hand stroked through Gwyn's messy curls, his stare unbroken as he unfolded himself, straightened his spine to stand properly again.

He reached for the bottom of the skirt and folded it into the waste band. Then he reached inside the slit of his boxer-briefs and drew out his half-hard cock. He bumped it, wordlessly, against Gwyn's lips, smearing the head against Gwyn's mouth. He didn't speak a single word, merely looked down with his deep, dark eyes and raised a single eyebrow.

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Gwyn could feel the tension go from the human where they were pressed together, the sith's little smile turning pleased at Taliesin's easy obedience. The boy wasn't rebellious, just afraid of his own capacity for pleasure. They could work on that. He ran one finger light and feathery around the peak of one pectoral, still not fully touching Taliesin there again, just feeling him shiver beneath him and watching the goosebumps raise on his lovely skin. He let his thighs splay a little wider, settled firmly in Taliesin's lap. "Why think about it?" Gwyn asked, low and soothing, "You hardly need to think about pleasure. You just need to feel it."

The sith wouldn't be too patient though - he always found it terribly exciting to watch his lovers squirm. Gwyn summoned a hint of frost to his finger tips, eyes rapt on Taliesin's face as he leaned forward and rubbed the pads of his thumbs over both nipples at once, circling and then dragging the blunt edge of his nail over him on the second pass, "Just feel, my lovely. That's all you have to do."

Taliesin didn't fight Gwyn as his hands were moved away. Honestly, he was embarrassed that he'd reacted like that - it wasn't... It wasn't what he was supposed to do, with someone who was renting him. Especially when they were so nice and kind and friendly. He didn't even register the persuasion in Gwyn's voice as he spoke. He'd never been subject to this kind of suggestion before, didn't know what to look for, especially not when he was mostly in agreement. All the tension in his body seemed to lift, all at once. He melted into the bed covers, his hands over loose and limp over his head. Why would he move them? He didn't want to.

"I... I don't know..." Taliesin struggled to unpick what he'd meant by that. I can't. Couldn't what? He didn't know. "I'm sensitive there. It's so intense. It feels good, but it feels too good. It almost hurts. I don't mean to. I just seize up. It's embarrassing." There was a clarity to his words that he wouldn't have been able to achieve on his own. He shivered, a little, at the feeling of Gwyn's fingers on his chest, but stayed relaxed. "I don't want to think about my body."

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"Methinks the lady doth protest too much!" Gwyn laughed and went very willingly as Alasdair started to pull him towards the dance floor, a easily won victory in the sith's eyes when he'd been all too ready to bargain further. But that seemed to be Dair's way: all bristle and no pushback once you leaned on him the littlest bit. Remarkably endearing. "I have no issue with a little reciprocation," He grinned, squeezing Dair's hand and taking the lead to push them deeper into the crowd where they could get properly lost amongst the other party-goers. "Don't overthink it, my darling," Gwyn pitched his voice up over the music, tugging Alasdair close to him as he settled his palms onto his hips, urging him to find the rythmn with that light touch, "Just move."

Having never been one for dancing, the thought of doing anything on the dance floor didn't really fill Dair with much joy. He was definitely more introverted when it came to partying. "You could.. say that. Not much of a dancer," he explained with another soft wrinkle of his nose as he looked up at the pretty sith. Alasdair wasn't tall by any means, and Gwyn was already taller than him naturally, even without the heels he had on. One thing Dair did pride himself on was having a pretty solid muscle structure. The nephilim listened to Gwyn's reasoning, tilting his head a little as he appeared to consider the weak arguments. "Hmm, I guess I could dance with you.. y'know, as a favour. You would owe me one though," Alasdair chuckled, pulling back and taking hold of Gwyn's hand, guiding him to the dance floor. "Bet you could show me some moves."

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Gwyn laughed out loud at the displeased expression on Alasdair's face as he resurfaced from his drink, watching the nephilim with a delighted grin. "Consider it just the start," He tittered, taking both the glasses from Dair's hands and returning them to the bar. Alasdair's bravado never failed to amuse the sith, that little bit of bossiness that seemed to always assert itself. Though the younger might not be very enthused to hear it, Gwyn truly found it all very cute. "Shy on the dance floor?" He looped his arms around Dair's neck and leaned into him, enjoying how his heels exaggerated the difference in height between them. Gwyn was all slender limbs and Alasdair far more solid, but the contrast delighted him. "First of all," He began, beaming crookedly, "Because it would be a waste of a handsome young man not to dance. Secondly, because it will warm you even faster than those shots. And..." Gwyn batted his eyes down at his Rocky, "Because I'm asking you oh so nicely. If that's not enough, you'll have to tell me what you want in exchange."

The feeling of Gwyn's cold fingertips against his ribs might've made him flinch if he'd been warmer, but Alasdair barely noticed the touch as they walked through the warmth of the crowd. He closed his eyes as Gwyn's nose brushed against his neck, a little smirk tugging at his lips. What did catch him off-guard was the other's cool hand against his bare ass, the squeeze making him very conscious of their surroundings and who might've just seen it happen. He readjusted his gold shorts once Gwyn had retracted his hand from down the back of them. Dair really had no right to be self-conscious considering what the two of them had got up to in the undercroft during their first meeting, but he still wasn't used to everything being so.. public. As soon as he was handed alcohol, he down it as quick as he could, grimacing at the taste but enjoying the way it warmed his insides. "That, uh-- helped," he confirmed, wrinkling his nose still at the aftertaste. "Now let's hear your persuasive argument."

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That reaction was even more telling, as was the look in Taliesin's eyes as the boy covered himself again. Gwyn felt rather like he'd been handed an unexpected gift, shifting easily in Taliesin's lap as his knees butted up against the sith's weight, gaze fixed on his embarrassed, prettied-up face. Gwyn would have to do something about that if they were going to explore this fascinating tidbit more. Taliesin seemed to be startling himself.

"It's alright," Gwyn said soothingly, reaching down and winding his fingers around Taliesin's wrists. He lifted the slave's hands, guiding them slowly above his head and pressing them against the covers. "Why don't you relax, Taliesin?" The sith's persuasion diffused off the words, light and cajoling, like a mist of suggestion around Taliesin's mind rather than a hammer of force. His voice danced down each syllable of his name. "Relax." He released his wrists, stroking his fingers down the length of Taliesin's bare arms til he reached his chest again. "Stay just like that," Another order, hidden in silks, Gwyn smiling warmly down at him and just tracing the shape of Taliesin's chest with his fingers, not touching directly again yet, "What can't you do, my darling? You can tell me. Didn't that feel good?"

Whatever protests Taliesin had disappeared in the thick swallow of his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing like a buoy on open water. The thing was, Taliesin had rather sensitive nipples. It was something he preferred to keep to himself - embarrassing, to have himself thrashing and moaning from just the pull of a forefinger and thumb against them - but Gwyn seemed to have stumbled upon it entirely by accident. There was a devious look on the fae's face that Taliesin couldn't help but mistrust, that friendly rapport shrinking back into something much less innocent. He hardly dared breathe.

Then Gwyn was taking up the brush again and the moan Taliesin made reverberated around the bedroom. Instinctively, he smacked the brush away, his knees drawing up beneath Gwyn, like a hedgehog's instinct to curl up and protect its sensitive underside. It wasn't a conscious misbehaviour, was far too reflexive for Taliesin to prevent. "Sorry- Sorry. I didn't meant to..." His hands were over his nipples again without him having thought to move them. When Karl had been in the mood to play like this, he'd taken to tying Taliesin's hands to the headboard. "I can't- It..." He wasn't sure what he was saying, could only look at Gwyn pleadingly.

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"I have yet to see you worked up into a true rage, darling. I'm sure it would be a very compelling sight." Gwyn grinned toothily, appraising Kell all over again. The scene was a funny little echo of their first encounter, getting cozy again in front of a bar. The sith was just glad that Kell hadn't decided to start behaving differently after the Irish councilman got ahold of him, not when Gwyn still had so much he wanted to explore with the handsome human. He tilted his head away as Kell nipped at him with a drunken laugh, twining a hand through his hair as he twisted to catch the slave's eye again, "I'm not most masters, am I?" The sith raised his brows playfully. Perhaps Kell had learned how to perform out of necessity, but Gwyn had always enjoyed showing off for an audience, seen or unseen. "Perhaps you and I should make plans to prove him otherwise... what might you have in mind?"

"Seems a little more likely than lust." Kell replied, shrugging slightly as Gwyn's eyebrows rose. After all, the first time they'd met, he'd definitely been in a pissed off mood. Not that it seemed to have lasted very long when he'd been in the sith's company. The human went easily when the master pulled on his collar, a quiet noise escaping the slave at the kisses to his jaw. He stopped himself, for now, from turning his head to properly kiss Gwyn. Kell's hold, though, did tighten somewhat on the older man to keep him close as he turned to bury his face briefly against the sith's neck, nipping playfully at his skin. "Not so much. Wouldn't be the first time that I've had to put on a show for someone, just sort of assumed most masters would be against it." He straightened up when Gwyn pulled back, Kell offering a slight grin. "Maybe. Though, given that it's Tiernan, he probably thinks he doesn't have anything to learn."

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"That's the one," Gwyn said cheerfully, "He's a riot. You both have a taste for the finer things in life, you know. I bet he puts Monsieur Gaudet's wallet through the wringer." The last part he said with great relish, clearly amused by the thought. If the adventurous pamola was going to be trapped here, Khion might as well be getting something out of it. Gwyn laughed again at Roland's obvious fishing, shaking his head in mock-disbelief, "Point me out a single man I rank above you, my darling, or try! We'll be here all night. Not that I hate the idea..." He was certainly enjoying draping himself all over his sire like this, lost in their own little world in the corner of the party -- hardly the first time, in the decades since Roland had turned him. It did tend to evolve into this, though: Gwyn giggling again as Roland nipped at him, all too willing to hook his legs around the elder's hips at his sire's encouragement.

He was blissfully happy in that moment, still floating at just the right level of intoxication, warm sparks tingling beneath his skin wherever Roland touched him. What a relief it was to have the other back to himself again. Gwyn lingered with Roland so close for just a moment before he leaned away from that playful mouth at his ear, holding the elder back by the shoulders of his coat with a teasing light in the sith's own eyes, "How shameless you are, councilman, with all these lovely people around," The scolding was paper-thin but Gwyn was still enjoying himself immensely, holding Roland fast between the bracket of his thighs, "What kind of girl do you take me for?"

"A little of both, really. A more traditional one in the ballroom for Christmas, usually, but the town also has its festivities." Roland was looking forward to that, hoping Rhys might grant him the grand entrance he'd given up for this holiday at one of the other two. The name Gwyn said was familiar though Roland wasn't actually personally acquainted with Khion. "Gaudet's pamola, non? I've never had the pleasure but perhaps I should change that. You'll have to introduce us sometime." He certainly sounded like he was worth meeting and if he had Gwyn's favour Roland was even more inclined to think well of him. "A very old friend indeed, then. I hope I'm still your favourite." The vampire smiled, teasing and not above fishing for compliments he knew Gwyn was only too happy to provide.

It seemed he had caught the sith somewhat off guard with his movies and that smug smirk only widened even as Gwyn laughed and tucked himself against him. Roland hardly minded even if it meant some of the other man's makeup would likely rub off on his coat. "I'd hardly allow it. Perish the very thought." Roland mused, though he knew many would say he was out of touch, especially when it came to music. It wasn't his fault that rarely anybody produced anything worth listening to these days. "Of course." Roland had meant it, the outfit really did suit Gwyn. They had very different styles, of course, but that didn't mean Roland couldn't appreciate what looked good on his fledgling. He scoffed lightly and rolled his eyes at the offer. "That's hardly necessary. They look good on you, they'd hardly suit me. I do appreciate the effect, though." Roland shifted a little closer, moving his hand away from Gwyn's pearls to trail down over his thigh, plucking lightly at the garter before moving lower to pull his leg more firmly around him. "Shouldn't let it go to waste, should we?" He leaned in to purr it teasingly in Gwyn's ear, nipping lightly at the lobe but not going any further just yet.

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Gwyn had meant it as a jest before moving on, but the noise Taliesin made hooked his attention instantly. The sith cocked his head down at his plaything, a slow, mischievous smile pulling at his lips at the human's rather unconvincing protest. Liked that, did he? Gwyn stroked his free hand down Taliesin's other pectoral. "No?" The sith said innocently, "I think it would look very pretty." He set the brush down lightly on top of the covers, sliding both hands up Taliesin's chest and then out, gently pushing the human's own hand back to his side.

He admired the look of him splayed out like that for a moment, the sight of jumpsuit fallen open around the other's slim chest far more inviting than it would have been if the slave was merely shirtless. The expression on Taliesin's face only added to the enticing picture. His nipples were already peaking, likely from mixed embarrassment and that first brush of stimulation. Far too tempting not to experiment with. "Too ticklish? I can be more firm." Gwyn took up the brush again, leaning forward and planting a hand on the bed next to Taliesin's neck with a coy smile. This time instead of a brief flick, he pressed it lightly against the opposite nipple, slowly twisting his fingers around the handle to swirl the brush around the rosy bud, "Is that better?"

Taliesin was still, quiet as a church mouse as Gwyn made up his face. He'd had make-up applied to him like this before by various friends, enjoyed the sensation of being pampered, having so much careful attention paid to him. When Gwyn moved down to his chest, he allowed his expression to settle into a content smile, giggling a little as the fine hairs of the brush dusted over him. The way Gwyn was carrying on was starting to make Taliesin feel like he was being undressed.

An involuntary little gasp snuck past Taliesin's lips as Gwyn flicked the brush over his nipples. He'd always been incredibly sensitive there, but he hadn't been expecting it and the gentle, soft caress of the fibres sent a sudden crackle of pleasure down his spine. "Umm..." He slapped a hand over it, suddenly a little embarrassed. "No. You don't need to do that. This is great, thank you."

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"That you are," Gwyn murmured, low and appreciative as he swayed against Bradley to press the long line of his body from chest to thigh against that lovely warmth. They were dressed almost alike, at least in terms of fabric, their skin bare in all the same places and Gwyn even clad in stockings too. He relished the sight of the Seelie's smile, the way Bradley relaxed when he realized who had caught him. "Is anyone out there missing you right now?" He tucked his wandering hand underneath the top of the other's stocking, stretching the hose as he groped at the back of one slender thigh and nuzzled into the Seelie's cheek to catch his sweet scent, "Because I think I might have to keep you for a while."

Having spent most of the evening with Gareth, they'd parted ways at some point later in the evening, with Bradley opting to go and visit some of the attractions while his boyfriend went in search of his other slave. The seelie had taken it upon himself to do a couple of the escape room and the maze in the park, and once all that excitement was over with, he was going to take himself back to the castle and crawl into bed. He'd briefly bumped into someone he knew, walking with them for a couple of minutes before they left him.

The seelie started heading off on his own, until he felt himself being whisked off at vampiric speed, the rush catching him off guard, his back hitting the brick of the alleyway once he was stationary again. Gwyn. The faerie's dark eyes were slightly wide with surprise before he relaxed against the wall, features softening as he looked at Gwyn. "Don't mind at all," he murmured, a soft, slightly breathless laugh escaping him before he wet his lips a little, feeling the other's finger pulling at his garter strap. "I'm seelie, remember? Always nice and warm."

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"I know you will," Gwyn said warmly, immensely pleased by how comfortable Taliesin seemed underneath him. The sith's tastes could vary wildly in a given moment and sometimes the scent of another's fear was its own thrill, just another feeling to toy with like intrigue or longing. More than anything though he loved to melt into this kind of tactile ease, keeping things light and playful. And they had plenty of time to play before the party truly kicked off.

For a while Gwyn worked in (relative) silence, humming to himself as he made up Taliesin's eyes in sparkly champagnes and browns, shifting through liners and brushes scattered across the bedspread, teasing a sharper line to the ends of his brows. The human's lashes were thick and pretty too, Gwyn discarding finagling with falsies for a coat of mascara instead. Taliesin was just as good as he'd promised to be, a perfect little doll under Gwyn's hands until he finally sat back to appraise his work. "Lovely," The sith said with a happy sigh, trailing his fingers under Taliesin's jaw until he reached for the loose shimmer again, "This might tickle, no squirming." Gwyn went over his collarbones as he'd promised, using a big, fluffy brush to spread it over the planes of Taliesin's chest, teasing down non-existent cleavage and using his other hand to push the silk of his outfit to the side. "Any requests?" He tittered, flicking the brush teasingly over one exposed nipple, "Should I rouge you here too, darling?"

Taliesin arched his back as Gwyn looked at him, like a cat rolling around, showing its stomach to its owner. He seemed to purr under Gwyn's attention - and why wouldn't he? Gwyn was attractive, and, so far, kind, interesting. The kind of friend Taliesin would have loved to keep around in the outside world, in ordinary times. The kind of friend he wouldn't have thought twice about hooking up with, just would have done it. Like Khion.

As Gwyn's finger hooked onto the front of his play suit, the straps slipped down his shoulders, revealed a nipple. Taliesin giggled. "That's going to happen a lot, isn't it? I'm sure I can cope. I just have to hope the tape keeps everything in place at the crotch." It was Taliesin's first time tucking. It wasn't completely comfortable, but it wasn't nearly as terrible as he'd expected, based on what his friends who had done drag had suggested. He sighed, shutting his eyes as he felt Gwyn's lips press against his collarbone. "Don't worry. I'll be good for you."

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Gwyn was the last person Dair should've been going to for body warmth of all things, but he held the other fast against his side anyways, hand splayed across the nephilim's ribs and quite frankly robbing him of what warmth he had left. Ah, but the crowd was already bustling and the club was baking hot compared to the street outside. Add a few drinks into the mixer and the sith was sure he'd cozy up his boy in no time. "Both of those sound compelling to me," Gwyn teased, rubbing the tip of his freezing nose against Alasdair's neck and sneaking a shameless hand into the back of those tiny shorts to squeeze his ass before the sith released him in favor of catching a bartender's attention. He swiveled back with two shots in hand, pressing one each into Alasdair's, "No better way to start, eh? We can work on the persuasive argument once those are empty."

Gwyn's choice of costume for him hadn't been the warmest, so Dair had found himself sighing with relief as they entered Euphoria, trying to warm himself up as he came down from the high he'd been on thanks to Seth, Khion and Gwyn. Crossing his arms over his chest to make himself warmer, Dair nodded his head at the question, needing alcohol in him asap. "Freezing is an understatement," he muttered. "Need something strong." He leant into Gwyn as they made their way over to the bar, craving any warmth he could get even though vampires weren't known for being remotely hot, in a temperature sense anyway. "You want me to dance, you'll have to get me fucked up again. Or make a really persuasive argument."

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"Wrath?" Gwyn's eyebrows quirked up, even as he remembered the state he'd first met Kell in, scenting the human's bloody knuckles from down the hall. "How exciting," He whispered with a grin, taking Kell's bait and fulfilling his assumption as he did indeed use his grip on the collar to tug him closer -- not to take his lips properly, but to give Kell a few light kisses along his jaw as he spoke. It was a bit of a tease but he was also genuinely interested in what the human had to say, didn't want to distract him as thoroughly as they likely would be distracted by a true embrace. But now that it was on Gwyn's mind... "Does that idea bother you, my lovely?" Gwyn pulled back enough to query, curious but very tempted by the prospect in his own right. He did so love to put on a show. "I can't say it bothers me. Having the opportunity to show off how good you look when my hands are all over you... well, it might give him a few ideas." Gwyn tittered, watching Kell roll his eyes. "Perhaps that inspiration could be my gift."

The slave thought it over for a second, his arm casually slipping around Gwyn's waist to pull the master closer. He'd never really given much thought to what kind of demon he'd be, sure that if a master decided to change him, they'd go for something easier like a werewolf. "Definitely not lust. Too easy, like you said. Wrath, maybe?" Kell didn't show it as often these days, but he definitely had a temper. Seemed to be a Bishop trait that Dair shared with him. The younger man leaned in closer, brushing his lips against Gwyn's for just a brief, teasing second. He noted the hand playing with the collar, half expecting the sith to use it to pull him that much closer. "Guess there's cameras in the suite. So if we fuck around there, he expects me to "put on a show". Also demands that any master I'm with leave a gift." The way Kell rolled his eyes dramatically said enough about what he thought of that.

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"Oh? My kind of party or your kind of party?" The current sort of course being more Gwyn's style, though he wouldn't say no to Roland's more traditional fare. Those had just as many opportunities for mischief and debauchery as the clubs he'd been running between all night, just dressed up in a fancier illusion of propriety. "Khion!" Gwyn grinned broadly at the thought of the pamola and at Roland acquiescing to his neediness, relaxing his upper half fully against his sire as he drew closer. "Blond, exuberant, marvelously vain! An old, old, old friend. Older even than you, my darling sun." It had sparked a bit of anxiety in the sith, actually, reconnecting with someone who had known him before his turning. But Khion had been wonderfully understanding, even with all of Gwyn's brief, frenetic attempts at hiding his new state from him. Now he only felt delight at having two companions from such different places in his life. Khion would help him not forget it.

He blinked back at Roland's namedropping for a moment, not recognizing either of the films himself but at least one of those names sounded very in character for the other vampire. He tried to hold back his laughter and failed, burying his face in Roland's shoulder for a moment as his own quivered in mirth spurred on by his own intoxication, reeling up to meet his sire's eyes again once he'd wrangled it down again, "Oh, very good, Roland, I would hate to think of you being out of touch." Gwyn chin tipped up happily to let Roland toy with his pearls, feet kicking absentmindedly, "You really think so?" He queried, a warm glow in his cheeks from both appreciation and all he'd imbibed, smiling at Roland with half-shut eyes as his fingers inevitably moved to toy with his wig again, "I thought this would be very far from your style." Gwyn flashed him his teeth, another giggle trying to rise, "I can loan you the fishnets sometime, if you like."

"We can certainly do our best." Roland mused, knowing Rhys probably wouldn't appreciate the notion or that he and Gwyn would be joining forces to do so. Still, it might be worth it. He laughed at the idea of taking the fun to him. "Another time, perhaps. He'd hardly thank us for it now and he was an incredibly good sport, all things considered." Roland could hardly help how fond he sounded when he spoke of the witch though he doubted Gwyn would mind. The two of them got along which was a little surprising but incredibly welcome in Roland's mind. He couldn't have been more pleased about it. His mirth faded a little at the elf comment and he wrinkled his nose. "All the more reason not to do it, then. Besides, it would be too much work. And aren't I already incredibly dashing even without it?" Roland spent enough time maintaining his golden locks he didn't need there to be that much more of them.

Gwyn stepped back and hopped up on the railing giving Roland a moment to sip his drink. There was no fear in him at the height. He trusted his own reflexes to be able to grab the sith if he fell back or Gwyn's to change his form. It wasn't as though the fall would kill him even if it did happen. "I'm glad to hear it." That Gwyn was having a good time, less so that it had been with Seth but for once he chose not to comment on that. "We do know how to throw a party though I agree there should be more of them. There are a couple more to look forward to over the holidays. Who's your old friend?" Was it someone new to town or someone Gwyn happened to know who had been here for some time? Roland was curious. He chuckled at the other man's laughter and how wildly his curls bounced, his guess obviously not quite accurate though he hadn't though it was. The vampire let himself be pulled closer, finishing his drink and setting the empty glass on a passing tray so he could wind both arms around Gwyn's waist. "Not that long ago. I do watch movies, you know. Tar was particularly good and Maestro as well." Gwyn probably wouldn't have expected him to name such recent movies and his lips quirked upward in a smirk that was more than a little smug. "This is clearly from an older one, whatever it is you're wearing. I'm sure I've seen references to it for years now." He lifted a hand to toy with the pearls. "It suits you incredibly well, I must say."