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    discovering magic was always a difficult task, even more difficult the older one becomes. what he was fortunate for was having a family that was able to guide him through what he considers a “magical journey”. sure, nadav was born into a world of dark arts and naturally he would have learned the master the skill of necromancy, though having that guidance helped when questions arose. he knew not every witch was fortunate to have that, what even happens to that magic that goes left unused he was not certain. what he was certain about, though, was helping the very person he held a connection with unlike any other. it would be a difficult task, sometimes even confusing, but he wanted to be there for them and be with them through this journey. where to start was the BIG QUESTION now. 

   ‘you’re certain you don’t want to learn necromancy?’ a teasing jest of a comment as he walks by, a small wink given as he sits down in front of the other. ‘only teasing,’ he knows mastering necromancy would take years to advance, and in truth it wasn’t for everyone. ‘let’s begin with your magic, what do you know of it, dear?’  

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Tarik never had a formal education–magically and non-magically. well.. non-magically, it pretty much went up to primary school before he had to stay home and take care of his family, working odd jobs with them just to keep it going for a little bit. to have Nadav, someone… older and so much more knowledgeable than him is something he can’t take for granted. in general, he shouldn’t take Nadav for granted. he smiles at Nadav, gentle and light. the kind of magic Tarik learned was all healing and tricks, things that would get him in and out of trouble if he ever needed it. his magic was purely for convenience and practicality rather than something as lavished as necromancy. Tarik wasn’t even sure he was powerful enough for something like that.

“I wouldn’t mind learnin’ it one day,” he says, following Nadav quickly, not wanting to be very far from him. Tarik just shrugs, quickly grabbing for Nadav’s hand. “don’t know much. jus’ some pranks an’ things like that. all I really use magic for is t’ move things ‘round an

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( xjaimerais;; )

The presence of a very warm arm around his shoulders brought a shiver to Simon’s spine, but it was in no way affected by the temperatures involved. “A-a l-little, thanks,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks redden a little further to a more purplish tone. “I-I-I… k-ki-kinda… S-sweet tooth’s better’n… other stuff, y-yeah?”

Noticing how much Simon was stuttering, Asher became concerned. Was he still cold? Like… really cold? He nearly pulled Simon into his lap. “Hey, you sure you’re okay? You’re really stuttering and shivering. Is it too cold? We can leave early if you want. Like… go somewhere else where it’s warm.”

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( xjaimerais;; )

Such gentleness. It was a stark contrast from earlier, how neediness and desperation rolled of of the younger vampire in waves. Humming softly at the nibble to his ear, he let his hand slide down Jethro’s side, admiring the softness of the flesh beneath his fingers.

“Lay down on the bed, pet. I will give you what you want.” Turning his head, he pressed a soft kiss to Jethro’s forehead. “Though, in the future, I expect a ‘please’ to be present in your requests.”

Jethro immediately preens at Kristoph’s approval, sliding his way into bed and waiting for his new master. The sheets are soft on his body; it feels so expensive, and Jethro is caught between feeling too unclean to be on them and wanting to wrap himself in them and never let them go. He wishes his skin could feel this way—but his skin feels on fire as he gazes at Kristoph, eager to see what he’ll do, what they’ll be doing.

It’s a whole new world, a whole new game, and Jethro has to relearn everything about it.

“Maître, do I get more blood?”

Closing Up || Kristoph & Jethro

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( xjaimerais;; )

The push had Alastair grinning as he fell back onto the bed, a chuckle easing past his lips. He had just opened his mouth, a suggestive comment on conserving water at the ready, though it went forgotten the second that Loïc’s legs gave out. Sitting upright, he moved out of the bed as quickly as he could– which wasn’t too swift, he had worn himself out a fair bit. Grasping his coworker by the arms, he gave a pull, slowly easing him to his feet.

“Why don’t we take a bath instead? I don’t think either of us is fit to stand for something as long as a shower.”

Slumped against Alastair, Loic loathed the idea of having to depend on someone else to do something as simple as shower, but at the same time… he was incredibly impressed that Alastair managed to fuck him hard enough to incapacitate him. Smiling slightly, he just wraps his arms around his coworker’s shoulders, silently prompting him to carry him to the bathroom.

“Hope your legs work, Alastair,” he teased.

Just One Night || Alastair & Loïc

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( beyondtheteashop;; )

He smirked down at Jethro, watching the way that Jethro spread his legs for him. He had Jethro so well trained now; even if he was in pain, he didn’t show it, preferring to beg for more pleasure instead.

“You better beg for it then.” He leaned back just far enough that Jethro could see his hand on his cock, stroking himself slowly.

Looking between his own legs, Jethro watches his own hard length dangle, begging to be touched—and then he sees Jacob, fully enjoying himself and his own pleasures, and Jethro whines loudly, wanting Jacob in him, wanting Jacob to fuck him silly already.

“Please, please, please, master—“ he whines, wiggling his hips back and forth, trying to entice Jacob. “Want it—want it so bad. Please, give it to me.”

Punishment|| Jacob and Jethro

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( abovesolosouls;; )

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“Bored?” 

Impossible with him around. The toy paused between his antsy fingers, greens focused on the younger with mirth. “I suppose I’ll have to up my game. I couldn’t bear the thought of you being bored in my company.” 

The Cat rose in one fluid motion and leaned down so his chin hovered over Jethro’s shoulder. He squinted at the text on the laptop screen and reached his hand over the younger’s adjacent shoulder, purposefully brushing the underside of his arm along the joint as he did. “Well, what does it say about me? We can fact check it together.” 

“Hm. It’s... not you. I--You can’t help... being... busy, right?” 

Jethro’s not really looking up things about cats. Originally he was, but now he’s accidentally delved more into porn and solo scenes with those weird people who have tail buttplugs--and Jethro may or may not have been thinking about getting himself a cat one and seeing how it feels--but at the feel of Trix at his shoulder, he jumped, quickly reaching out to shut the laptop. 

“I-I...! Umm... I don’t... th-think--umm...” 

He’s speechless--a loss for words. Hopefully Trix didn’t see what website he was on. 

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( beyondtheteashop;; )

Jethro was so good, continuing to count even though Jacob was whipping him harder still with each smack. The inability to hold onto anything was obviously getting to him, but he kept going.

He laughed, setting the belt aside and rubbing his hand over Jethro’s ass. Feeling the red pulse of heat from the overworked skin.

“Do you want my cock or do you want to touch your own?”

Whining into the mattress, Jethro wiggles his ass. He flexes his toes, spreading his legs wide for Jacob. He’s such a desperate slut, and at this point, he just embraces the role: Jacob’s prized slut. 

He purrs at the feel of Jacob’s hand on his skin and he just nods slightly, looking back at him. “--want your cock,” he half-murmurs into the mattress.

Punishment|| Jacob and Jethro

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( xjaimerais;; )

Kristoph couldn’t help the subtle smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips, trying not to look too pleased with the boy. The moment that Jethro knew he had his full approval, that would be the moment he lost any and all control of the younger vampire.

“Be clear, dear pet.” Fingers that carded through delicate strands of hair soon curled, giving a sharp tug to the handful captured. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Jethro whines, hating how Kristoph was keeping him from pleasure, delaying him. Purring softly, Jethro just wraps his arms around Kristoph’s neck, nibbling on his ear gently as he keeps him close for security. 

“Je--I... Hmm... I want... you--your cock. Want you to f-fuck me hard. Everywhere. Any way you want to,” he whispers in choppy English, too distracted with nibbling at Kristoph, hands curling into his hair. “Please me.” 

Closing Up || Kristoph & Jethro

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( xjaimerais;; )

The divine feeling of teeth and tongue working against his flesh was enough to draw a gasp of surprise from the taller model, the sound ending in a low rumble of a moan. Stilling his movements, he simply laid against Loïc for a moment, trying to get his breathing back into a somewhat normal pattern. After a moment, he turned his head, a breathless chuckle ghosting over the Belgian’s skin.

“Couldn’t… couldn’t help yourself, could you?” he mumbled, gesturing with a roll of his eyes to the rapidly-forming hickey on his shoulder. Relaxing his grip on Loïc’s hips, Alastair pushed himself up to his elbows, pressing a soft kiss to his bedmate’s lips, an action far gentler than the previous.

When Loïc finally pulls back, he’s panting, sated as he sinks into the pillows. Merci Dieu for getting a hotel with fluffy pillows. Loïc wraps his arms around Alastair’s neck, pulling him into the kiss--Dieu, they shouldn’t have done this, but... wow. He doesn’t regret it at all. 

His legs finally detangle from Alastair’s, pushing his heavy body off of him. “Dieu, I’m showering,” he muttered, moving to get out of bed, but upon trying to stand, he just collapses with a feeble yelp. Oh Dieu... his legs are shaking. Alastair’s completely fucked him out. He looks up at his coworker and just chuckles softly as he leans his face against the mattress. “S’il vous plaît...?” he asks softly, reaching his arms out. “You fucked me too good.”

Just One Night || Alastair & Loïc

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( xjaimerais;; )

His smile didn’t get any bolder, still an embarrassed quirk of the lips that betrayed just how shy and awkward he felt. The question on his sweater made his cheeks rosy in hue, fingers plucking at the hem and rolling it nervously. “Y-yeah, l-little bit.” Laughing, he shook his head, looking pointedly down at the sand. Peering up at Asher, he gave a slightly less awkward grin, shifting from foot to foot. “Work w-was… w-well, work.”

Asher put his board aside, scooting a little closer to Simon, wrapping an arm around him. “There,” he said over the wind. “Is that better?” Asher actually really hates the cold. He’s a Miami kid, born and bred--he’s only ever known heat and humidity; sand and water. It’s his home. “Hey, work pays the bills, right? Do you like it? Working with pies and stuff? Do you have a sweet tooth or something?”

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beyondtheteashop;;

Jethro kept trying to pull away from him, and that just wouldn’t do. He wanted to be fucked, didn’t he? Spent the whole time Jacob was away fucking himself on that toy. And yet now he didn’t want any. What a little bitch.

He needed to learn to take what he deserved.

“Damn right no one does. And you better remember that.”

It hurts. He’s not lubricated probably--a lot of it lost when he fucked himself earlier and when Jacob threw the water on him. He swallows hard as he raises his head from the floor, finding some sort of strength to get himself on all fours properly, taking Jacob’s cock like a trained bitch  ( which is pretty much what he is at this point ). 

“J-Jacob...” he whines, clenching around him, hoping Jacob would take pity on him and let him into the bed.

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He watched as Jethro tried to breathe, then speak again. That was more like it. He liked to see him wordless, just like this.

“Good little pet.”

He lifted the belt and dragged it lightly over Jethro’s ass, before pulling away and whipping him again.

Jethro continues counting, his hips trembling at every smack, hands trying to grab at something, anything for stability--but there’s just the flat surface he’s laid upon, and it’s frustrating for him. 

His toes curl, trying to regain his breath, trying to breathe--but Jacob is good at leaving him breathless.. 

“C-Can... I... umm... c-c-cock?”

Punishment|| Jacob and Jethro

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xjaimerais;;

The elder vampire bit at the inside of his cheek when the fledgling bit down on his wrist, little more than a groan leaving him. Turning to watch as Jethro drank, he couldn’t help the slightest smirk that tugged at his lips. Such an innocent, even when his lips were covered in blood.

“That depends, chouchou. Is that what you want?” Watching his own wound heal over, he reached up with his free hand, gently stroking at the younger man’s hair. “Say it plainly, pet.”

Chouchou. He likes the nickname. He pulled away from Kristoph’s wrist for a long enough moment to breathe, to take in something other than blood--but the air tastes like copper and lust between them, and Jethro is licking his master’s blood from his teeth as he presses hard against his front. 

“Ouais--” he whispers, pressing his hips forward against Kristoph’s. Centuries have passed without any sort of sexual advancement--Jethro has centuries of pent up sexual tension he needs to release. “I want you, Maître.” 

Closing Up || Kristoph & Jethro

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xjaimerais;;

The hushed, breathy nature of his lover’s voice, coupled with the squeeze from his sides, it sent a thrill up his spine, a shaky breath exhaled against his lover’s skin. He’d wanted to make the most of this night, but desperation and months of turning down dates in favor of fantasizing about his coworker were taking a  toll on him. Little more than an expletive left him, his hips rocking even harder against Loïc’s.

“G-gonna– hst! Gonna c-cum–”

With a throaty cry that was barely even smothered into the side of Loïc’s neck, Alastair hit his peak. A rumbling groan followed after, his hips continuing to move, though the cadence was beginning to slow. His grip on the slender model was still iron-tight, surely to leave a bruise or two upon his hips.

Loïc’s hand cards through Alastair’s hair, fingers tangled in his unruly locks and tugs less than gently as he feel the harsh rock of their hips. He must be bruised by now; he can feel the grip Alastair has on his hips--and he knows he’ll find fingerprints on his porcelain skin in the morning, but he can’t care; he doesn’t even care that he’ll have to change clothes in front of people and they might see the marks, might see the evidence of unprofessionalism between two coworkers--

at the thought, Loïc decides he wants to leave his own mark on Alastair. If Alastair gets to mark him, Loïc should be able to too. 

His teeth sink into Alastair’s shoulder, muffling his loud moan as he comes between them, sucking a harsh bruise there, hoping that the mark will stay. Alastair has such dark skin already, and he wants to make sure people can see his mark.

Just One Night || Alastair & Loïc