#cassian1

[councillor-roland]

closed starter for @cassianlord

Roland was incredibly pleased that Cassian had, in fact, taken him up on his suggestion to come to Krovs for an extended vacation of sorts. They'd been chatting not long ago and while the dragon had complained about the plastic surgery business, Roland had mentioned that perhaps he should take a break and come here. The vampire enjoyed being surrounded by friends and Cassian tended to give him the best kind of attention given how long they'd known each other. It was only fitting that he should have the younger man to his suite shortly after his arrival, especially since his house hadn't been prepared on time and he was staying in some kind of hotel. That would hardly do. Given that Roland had a free evening it only made sense to entertain the old friend he hadn't seen in person in a couple decades. Of course he'd told Cassian he'd have to check in with the guards and have them escort him to the councilmen's residential wing but those were all just details.

Drinks poured to be ready for when Cassian arrived, Roland was settled in a chair to wait, idly scrolling through his phone when the knock came at the door. He called for the dragon to come in and tucked the phone away, smiling as he watched the other man enter. He gave him a moment to take in the surroundings before he pushed himself up and glided over to him. "Bienvenue. Good to see the stress of your American endeavors hasn't aged you too badly." He teased, his smile widening as he reached up to press cool fingertips against non-existent worry lines in Cassian's forehead, letting his touch linger for a long moment before he slid it away slowly. "Do come in and make yourself comfortable. There's a drink on the table for you. I take it you haven't changed your preference in the last couple decades?"

[ravisurendra]

for @cassianlord

Soren thought there'd been a mistake at first, when he saw the big office being emptied out adjacent to his lab. It had taken clinic gossip to realize he hadn't accidentally been given a spare place and there would be another new doctor in residence -- his superior, in technicality. Cassian Lord. Definitely a formidable name, at least when reading it in passing off of the new placard on the door. Soren tried to put his nerves about the new arrival to bed in the days before the doctor's arrival, comforting himself with the thought that he'd probably only deal with the man in passing when their duties happened to overlap. A bit of small talk about their personal histories, the patient demographics of the area. Soren wasn't even as much help there as the established nurses would be. So he would keep it polite, give the attention he owed the newcomer in a professional capacity. Smooth sailing from there.

Then he heard the word 'dragon' strolling past two of his coworkers at lunch one day and all Soren's easy expectations had tumbled down again. He really wanted to think it was just an exaggerative turn of phrase. He suspected it wasn't. Manners were even more critical, then. The human presented himself mid-afternoon, late enough that the other would have had time to unpacking his things but not so close to the end of the day that Soren would be keeping him from getting home. Trepidation was perhaps the most prominent of his emotions, but Soren somehow felt himself curious as well. There were too many factors he hadn't identified yet.

The biggest lie was the simplest one, the one Soren had already said the most since arriving in Krovstown, rolling easily off his tongue as he hovered in the new doctor's door with his hands clasped behind his back: "Doctor Lord, is it? I'm Ravi Surendra, your - neighbor, of sorts." He gestured over his shoulder to the door leading to his lab, "I wanted to introduce myself and ask how you've been settling in. Can I offer any help?"

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn's smile only broadened at the appraisal, glowing with approval of what the sith took for a compliment of the highest order. "That, I do," He sighed, taking a long, bereaved sip of his drink, "Which is to say I know enough to tell you that there aren't many really nasty places lurking around the village," He leaned in a little closer, a conspiratorial lilt to his voice, "And I do mean real, gritty places -- dirty in the literal, rather than the lewd. The latter is around every corner in this place. It's just dressed up as richly as everything else."

Tall and Handsome seemed to actually have a playful energy to him, despite the initial outfit and bearing giving off a more traditional air at first. Gwyn always felt a quick kinship with anyone willing to indulge his flirtations, at the very least. The stranger, Cassian, was being very indulgent. An excellent sign.

"My friends call me Gwyn, but you can call me whatever you like, if it stays that sweet," He gave the taller man a mischievous wink over the rim of his glass, by no means immune to petty flattery, "Why don't you tell me all about your preconceived notions, hm? I do so love to help someone along with opening their mind."

The voice and the laugh had Cassian turning to face the stranger. The look on his face was carefully neutral but his dark eyes were riveted on the other. He could see the playful nature of him at once, was entranced by the way he twirled on the stool and leaned so, so casually.

He'd never been so intrigued by a person right off the bat before. He was usually too self absorbed to notice others, too occupied with how he came off to them. It was an odd feeling somewhere under his breastbone that he couldn't decide if he liked or not as he was given the cursory up and down.

"You're talking like you know all the nastiest places to go," he replied with a hint of a lopsided grin. It looked like it belonged on his face, like he was used to teasing. "I never had an interest in searching for things like that before. I was too busy. But I might now, if you'll be my guide, sweetheart." A pet name for a pet name. It was only fair, wasn't it?

"I'm new in town," he admits. "I'm the new physician at the clinic. I was just taking a walk tonight and stopped in here on a whim. But again, if you're wanting to show me the nitty gritty... I wouldn't mind. I had some preconceived notions about this place before I'd come and I'm finding that I should have kept a more open mind. I'm willing to do that now with your help."

Forward of him, yes, but Cassian couldn't bring himself to care. This one was beautiful. Ethereal, almost, in his eyes.

"My name's Cassian. What can I call you other than gorgeous?"

[masonxthatcher]

During his time at Krovs, Mason had rarely been for any kind of check up or physical, not really thinking that he needed it considering he was a werewolf, but considering that Raphael liked to experiment on both him and Charlie sometimes, perhaps getting checked out wouldn't be a bad thing. Mason made his way to the doctor's office, still not overly happy to be going, but it would at least put his mind more at ease that he was, in fact, all okay.

Once he reached the office, he knocked at the door, not wanting to bust straight in when someone else could be in there getting checked out. Still, he was on time for his appointment, so he stood and waited patiently for the doctor to see him. When the door finally opened, Mason greeted the other man with a smile. "Hi, um, Mason Thatcher. I have an appointment?"

@cassianlord

[fairywilds]

Nimue tilted her head, her sea-green eyes narrowing in thought. “Yeah, but over there, at least you had a purpose, right? A direction. Even if it was chaos, it was focused chaos,” she said, her tone firm but understanding. “Here, it’s like waiting for a storm that might not even come, and meanwhile, you’re just stuck staring at the sky like an idiot.” She gave him a crooked smile, the edges tinged with frustration but also solidarity. “I don’t know how you managed that, honestly. I’d have probably gone crazy. At least now, we get to stew in the same mess together. Misery loves company, or something like that, right?” Leaning back slightly, she shrugged, her smile softening. “But hey, at least it’s tolerable knowing someone else gets it. If we’re going to wait for the sky to fall, might as well have a friend to watch it with.”

THIS IS WAS ONE OF THE THING HE MOST APPRECIATED ABOUT NIMUE. he could say something, even if not fully thought out, and she wouldn't judge him for it. no, she UNDERSTOOD him. they were able to say what they were thinking in the moment and process it together. they could help each other finish their thoughts in a way that it would now make sense to others. he couldn't help but nod at her words. "when i was over seas, that's kind of what it felt like all the time." he paused for a second, looking toward her and smiling softly. "i think it was just so constant that it made it tolerable. unlike here." he agreed, it was maddening.

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn nodded with satisfaction down at Cassian's new contact as the dragon showed him his screen. "You'll end up there one way or another, I'm sure - and with the holidays coming up there's supposed to be all sorts of parties! I hope not just the snooty kinds." He pulled a brief face, shaking his head. "You should've been here for Hallow's Eve; now that was fun."

The sith's restlessness was beginning to rear its head again; without outside influence Gwyn had always found it perilously difficult to stay put for long. Cassian had put his body through an excellent workout, but Gwyn had the stamina of the undying on his side. It would take more than one (very gratifying round) to knock him out. It was early in the night by a vampire's standards, after all.

"I'm going to use your shower now," He informed the lounging dragon with a grin "However long that takes me, darling, is totally up to you." Gwyn tapped the very tip of Cassian's nose with one finger before sliding backwards off the bed, leaving his phone on the side table.

The dragon rolled off of Gwyn and rested on his side to watch him practically bounce off of the bed to find his phone. His gaze dragged over his backside, admiring the span of his shoulders and his back. His eyes lingered on his pert ass and the slide of his come down his leg. Yeah, he wanted to do that again. What a goddamn pretty sight.

He looked up into his face again when he was rejoined on the bed, reaching out for his phone and deftly typing in his contact details. He saved it and sent himself a text from Gwyn's phone to make sure he got his number in return and somewhere in his pants on the floor, his cell buzzed once. He offered Gwyn his phone back.

"Hopefully just a day or so," he answered, "I have a house that I'm gonna be renting. The landlord just needs to wrap up a project and I'm gonna settle in as soon as it's ready." Cassian tilted his head and gave a small smile.

"Yeah, actually. I'd come up to the castle. I've been meaning to check things out." It probably meant that Gwyn lived there. He didn't have a collar around his neck, so he clearly wasn't a slave. What was his connection to that place? Cassian knew a councilman but he wasn't about to drop Roland's name on his first night in town. "Just let me know."

[gwyndolence]

"We can absolutely do this again," Gwyn said immediately, making no disguise of his delight at the idea, squirming up to give Cassian a quick kiss again before his hands slid down to squeeze at his hips, "Off, darling, if you want that number." It was tragic to have to give up the coziness of being tangled together like this, but his mind had been turned to the future and the sith always got antsy at the thought of what was to come. He still grunted quietly as Cassian pulled out, a little shiver running up his spine at the way his body tried to clench back down around the not-insignificant space the dragon had carved out for himself inside.

Without the anchor of that heavy warmth over him though, Gwyn sprung up as easy as if he hadn't been nearly pounded through the hotel's mattress only minutes before, standing in the middle of the room stark naked as he snatched up his discarded jacket to rifle through the pockets in search of his phone. A trickle of Cassian's spend wound its way down the inside his thigh as Gwyn squinted down at the notifications he'd ignored as they walked back from the bar. Nothing dire in the slightest.

"How long are you going to be here?" He asked, hopping right back into the disheveled bed with a grin and handing Cassian his phone with a new, empty contact open. "The hotel, I mean. This is fine and all but there's a lot more fun we can have together once you have a space to yourself. Would you ever come up to the castle?"

The kiss had been everything that Cassian had wanted to convey. No fear, a willingness to help. He was often shy when he wasn't doing medical work, when he didn't know what he wanted out in public. Cassian could be clumsy as a puppy when he wasn't paying attention. When he knew what he wanted? When he was chasing something that he desired? He had a single minded focus and he knew how to turn on his confidence and wear it like a finely tailored jacket.

He let out a gentle breath, free of sparks, as Gwyn stroked through his hair. He wanted his close his eyes and rest against him for a little while but he didn't want to waste this precious time in silence. The dragon managed to keep them open, if only half-lidded, so he could meet Gwyn's gaze. He looked happy. Excited, even. It made Cassian give a little smile.

"Does that mean I can have your number?" he questioned. Cassian rocked his hips a little, cock only half hard but he still hoped to cause some sensation since Gwyn had squirmed under him. "We could do this again. Or hang out. That's an option, too."

[gwyndolence]

It was funny to watch the gears turning behind Cassian's eyes, putting together all the pieces Gwyn have given him. Sometimes fear rose up in Gwyn at a moment like this, a nervousness that even someone who had been enraptured by the sith thus far would find the full revelation of his strangeness to be a step too far. With Cassian though he felt an unusual certainty that this one wouldn't scare so easily. He watched the dragon slowly take his wrist, his turn to be enraptured as Cassian's tongue graced the point of a talon, so keen an edge that he barely needed to press at all before the blood was beading at the surface.

Gwyn's lips parted before Cassian's even found his, eyes wide and fascinated only to flutter shut once more as the dragon kissed him. The taste of him on the sith's tongue was rich and warming, nearly spiced like mulled wine, and he immediately wanted more of it. Gwyn wound his fingers through Cassian's hair to keep him close, a low sound of pleasure escaping into the other's mouth as his thighs squeezed at his sides again. It was over far too soon, only a tantalizing hint of what it would be like to feed from the other man.

"I'm glad to hear it," Gwyn murmured as they parted, gazing up at him with a bright excitement in the sith's eyes at Cassian's daring. He stroked his hands down the back of the dragon's neck, toying with the dark locks at his nape, shifting a little restlessly beneath him, "I'm going to have to keep you around, I think."

He tilted his head into Gwyn's hands both in question and because he was curious. How different would be the feed? He'd only really let Roland bite him because Roland was the only real vampire that he trusted and that was because he'd grown up knowing and admiring him. The way the councilman did it felt good, felt pleasurable. He guessed he'd just assumed to be bitten by another blood drinker would feel the same.

"Yeah. I've had a full vampire drink off of me a couple of times before," he replied, "But I'm open to new experiences."

He watched as Gwyn held up his hand to let his talons slide free. Immediately, those eyes became curious and calculating. What supernatural creature had talons like that? He ran through the list in his mind, familiar with the different strains of blood drinker purely from studying them with a medical point of view. If he didn't have fangs and had very characteristic claws, along with the tattoos on his back? Baobhan Sith. There was no other conclusion.

The dragon was still as Gwyn stroked the back of a sharp talon along his jaw. He was flirting with danger with such a creature below him but he didn't care. Cassian still wanted him. The possessive nature of his own species unfurled some more within him and he tried hard to beat it back. Strangers, he had to remind himself, they were still strangers. Acquainted physically but... Well. Cassian hoped they wouldn't stay strangers.

He lifted a hand and wrapped strong fingers around Gwyn's wrist to keep it steady. Cassian moved his head just enough to open his mouth and stick out his tongue, using the muscle to lick at the sharpened point just hard enough for blood to visibly well up. The little cut would heal quickly enough but not immediately. He wasn't concerned as he leaned in to kiss Gwyn again, sliding his bloodied tongue against the sith's easily to let him have a taste. The kiss broke when he felt the bleeding stop, his mouth tasting like copper and Gwyn. Cassian gave a little grin.

"No. That doesn't frighten me at all, sweetheart."

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn thought he could pinpoint the exact moment his handsome new companion snapped: the sith swaying against the elevator wall as the doors closed with his hands laced behind his back, chin tucked while he smiled sweetly up at Cassian with an unmistakable glimmer of mischief in his eyes. The doctor didn't disappoint when he finally cracked, just as passionate as that hungry look back in the bar had suggested he would be. If Gwyn had still needed breath, he would've stolen it with the force of that first kiss. Perfect. His legs had looped around Cassian's waist in an instant without needing to be told, Gwyn's own eagerness evident in the way his coyness faltered once he finally had to chance to get his hands all over those broad shoulders and feel out the shape of the other under his clothes, nipping at Cassian's lips til they parted for him.

He only relinquished his mouth for the briefest second, a small 'oof!' escaping the sith as his back hit the wall, followed by a bubble of laughter that was quickly smothered by another kiss. That still didn't stop Gwyn from smiling entirely, grinning against his lips as he urged Cassian's hand up under his shirt after the other managed to wrestle his jacket off his shoulders and toss it aside. He was fully immersed in his own anticipation, the rising heat of Cassian's body against his own, that the shock caught him totally by surprised and Gwyn gasped, his thighs jerking to clasp more tightly around Cassian's waist. It was just a small thing, a whisper of a sting, a slight echo of the deluge of lightning Gwyn had already been treated to by what he now realized was another of Cassian's breed. He blinked back at the dragon for a moment, eyes wide and round as a giddy tingle travelled through him and he licked his lips.

Gwyn laughed breathlessly then, tugging both hands at the front of Cassian's shirt, kissing him hard again in answer to his question. "Oh, yes," He purred once he could bear to pull away again, "I think I can work with that, darling. But you're going to have to put me down if you want to work with these." He canted his hips teasingly against him, fumbling at the lacings on his trousers.

He felt victorious when Gwyn breathed in the smell of him. He was still and careful as the other skimmed his nose against his jaw. He only moved when Gwyn pulled back to look at him. Cassian's dark eyes were full of his own kind of hunger as he gazed back, intent. Wanting, oh so wanting. A slow and shaky breath escaped him at the drag of that claw. He could feel the animal inside him stir as if awoken from a deep sleep, called to by the prospect of violence, lifting a head with interest.

"There's a hotel down the street," Cassian replied, voice soft and deep with desire. He grinned and reached up to take Gwyn's hand, kissing his knuckles despite the danger of those claws. "I'd love to show you."

--

The door to Cassian's hotel room smashed open as he let them in. He had Gwyn's long legs around his waist as he carried the sith inside, tilting precariously as he claimed his sinful mouth in a kiss. The door slowly shut on its own as the dragon tried to navigate to the bed, but kept getting distracted by the feel of their tongues sliding together, the movement of his lips on Gwyn's. He turned and smashed Gwyn's back up against the nearest wall, a tasteful painting on the wall giving a warning rattle before drooping to the side.

The walk from the bar to here had been normal. They'd been flirting, chatting, sneaking little touches. Cassian liked the banter between them, finding himself delighted at every little quip that Gwyn had to offer. They seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces, companionable. Agreeable. But the moment the elevator doors closed on them, Cassian could not stop himself. He'd crowded Gwyn into the corner and hauled him in for a consuming kiss, thigh slotted between his legs for closeness. Now they were tangled together and Cassian couldn't give any kind of fuck for how they'd gotten that way.

He kept Gwyn pinned against the wall with his hips and one supporting hand, his other grabbing at whatever he could reach to start to try and get his clothes off. He huffed a breath for air and a zip of static jumped from his mouth, a thin string of electricity connecting between their tongues like saliva. Cassian felt the buzz and broke the kiss, panting.

"Sorry, I-- Dragon. Storm breed. I have trouble with my lightning sometimes. Is that...? Is that okay?"

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn was all too happy to accept the kiss, humming his satisfaction into the gesture, half a purr at the way Cassian was attending to him so diligently through their afterglow. He'd fed already at the castle earlier, drank plenty at the bar, his appetite for the bloody sated enough to be absent of any real urgency. He was curious, yes, but right now Gwyn's priorities lay firmly with enjoying the dragon's lips and the warmth of the flush he could feel below his hands on Cassian's cheeks.

"I can bite plenty if you like that," Gwyn teased gently once their mouths parted, "But to make a proper meal out of you, it would be... different." Cassian must have been fed on before, to be so casual about it and know exactly where to offer himself to the sith. It was an intriguing thought. "You've tried this before, yes? Did you like it? Some prefer being on the receiving end the traditional way, fangs and all. I have these."

Gwyn took one hand from Cassian's face, careful to only bring out his talons where he wasn't at risk of cutting him. Not yet. They were long, pale things, wickedly fine at the points, closer to a scalpel's head than an animal's claw. He turned his hand, just right to rub the smooth back of one against the curve of Cassian's jaw -- perfectly safe, so long as he didn't move anything too quickly. Gwyn smiled at the sight, eyes roaming over the dragon's face, "Sometimes just a single cut, in the usual place. Sometimes... more creatively. Does that frighten you?"

The touches relaxed Cassian more. He rested his body against Gwyn's fully, reaching down to stroke at one of the legs still wrapped around his hips. His big, warm hand slipped down the outside of his thigh to his calf and then back up. He repeated the motion idly, greedy to touch Gwyn as much as he could. He didn't know how long the sith would stay and he was trying to very subtly coax him into keeping Cassian company for as long as possible. A fling was a fling but he wanted more of Gwyn. He wanted his number and already knew he wanted to see him again, clothes optional. There was just something about him that had hooked Cassian immediately and the dragon was not very much of the mind in letting it go.

He couldn't help but blush down his neck and a little bit onto his chest as Gwyn laughed. It was a pretty laugh that reminded him of a wind chime at twilight. His dark eyes were big as his face was taken into those hands, turned to meet Gwyn's gaze. He looked briefly at Gwyn's normal teeth and he immediately wanted to know what kind of blood drinker he was. It felt rude to ask, though, so he didn't.

"Ah, okay. I wouldn't mind you drinking from me though so the offer's still on the table for however you do it." he replied easily. Cassian leaned in to kiss Gwyn while he was grinning so he could feel the shape of it on his lips and he hummed in satisfaction, "Oh good. I'll be sure to send him an email. Later. Much later. You're my priority right now." he murmured against his mouth.

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn couldn't help the grin that stole across his face at Cassian's coy little admission, "Is that so?" He teased, hand tracing the shape of the light he'd seen inside of him, trailing down to Cassian's ribs and then his back, holding the dragon's body against his, "I'm glad I could satisfy." It was an easy enough answer for Gwyn's curiosity, currently more preoccupied anyway with enjoying the warmth and weight of Cassian on top of him, the feeling of fullness from having him still seated inside. The sith basked in it like a cat in a beam of sunlight, his wandering touch silently encouraging Cassian to settle closer and not be afraid of laying against him, of lending Gwyn's cool flesh some of his heat. Cozied together like this, chest to chest, he could hear Cassian's heartbeat like it was his own. He liked that.

Gwyn stirred with a questioning hum as his doctor spoke again, his gaze sharpening from dreaminess near-instantly at the words and darting to that innocently offered neck. For a moment, the sith had no reply, so pleasantly shocked was he. Then he laughed, a musical, affectionate sound, reaching up to take Cassian's face in his hands and turning the dragon's head back to meet his eyes. "You are very perceptive, my Sherlock," Gwyn grinned up at him, showing off a line of blunt, human-seeming teeth, "I am a blood-drinker, to be sure, but I have no intentions of biting you. Not like that, at least." He scrunched up his nose in amusement, "And no plans to kill you either, so you may tell your lawyer to rest easy."

When Gwyn came again was when Cassian was truly satisfied. He gave a breathless little smile, pleased. He brought his hand up to his mouth to lick off Gwyn's spend and when he was finished, he nearly pulled out before Gwyn stopped him. Cassian nodded and stayed where he was, just sort of pressed against the sith and partially squishing him against the bed with his warm body. It felt good to still be connected so carnally, luxuriating in the afterglow of their orgasms together.

His eyes flicked down to his chest as if the lightning was still sparking inside him. He gave a shy little grin. He fully knew why it had happened. Cassian was a young dragon and his control of his element was shaky at best. He didn't practice with it enough, too absorbed in his career to bother. To have it get nearly so out of hand this time? That was something different. That was an ancient part of his biology trying to call out and he refused to admit it out loud.

"Not exactly," Cassian answered vaguely. "It's usually just sparks when I breathe out. You just feel that good on my cock, sweetheart."

Now that he wasn't so absorbed in their sex, he could feel the pinpricks from Gwyn's claws in his arm. He looked at the blood slowly dripping down, following the line of the muscle of his forearm. Careful not to squish Gwyn any more than necessary, he leaned down and in, turning his head to the side to expose the vein pulsing in his neck.

"I clocked you as a blood drinker at the bar," he admitted, "You can bite me if you promise not to kill me. I've been getting around to my last will and testament but me and my lawyer have been playing phone tag and then I moved to Russia. You know how it is."

[gwyndolence]

It was good that Cassian seemed to understand what Gwyn was giving him permission for because the sith was rapidly approaching the end of his rope so far as organized thought went. With Cassian chasing his peak, all Gwyn had to do was lay there and take it and try not to be overwhelmed completely in the process - and even that prospect sounded pretty good to Gwyn's lust addled mind. The thread of his own potential orgasm was completely lost, everything between his hips feeling like one molten mess of pleasure and feeling without a peak or end. Cassian took and he let him, lost in his own haze.

Then Cassian ground in tight and Gwyn found himself gasping too, choking around the sound as he felt the other's cock throb powerfully inside of him and a sudden, shocking heat bloomed from where the dragon had buried himself deep in his quivering hole. Gwyn shook through it as if he was the one coming, his mouth hanging open around a stream of senseless, encouraging moans. If Cassian hadn't been gorgeous already in his desperation, he was stunning now, half-out of control and yet still clinging to Gwyn's feverish gaze. Gwyn wanted to run his hands over all that glowing skin, illuminated from within, see if he could feel the current pulsing through the dragon's very flesh. But all he could do was stare and whine under Cassian's hands, the hold keeping Gwyn pinned exactly where Cassian wanted him while he fucked his seed deep into that smaller body. He was still whining when Cassian finally sagged above him, a softer, keening noise as he let him slip out of position and another shudder wracked the sith. The scent of Cassian's blood in the air was a bright lure that had Gwyn's mouth wet with a longing he couldn't vocalize until Cass rocked so much more gently against him and the dragon's lips came down to claim his.

The tiny bursts of levin against his skin did little to quell Gwyn's neediness, little pleas escaping him into the kiss until Cassian's hand wrapped around his dripping cock and Gwyn's body pulled taut instantly with a sound of pure relief. He was still blinking the stars from his eyes (or was that more of Cassian's sparks?) when Gwyn finally felt capable of speech again, all that tension melting from him as the satisfaction of his orgasm left him little more than a puddle under Cassian's shape. "Don't pull out yet," He murmured, squeezing his thighs gently at the dragon's sides, eyes half-shut and grinning as he let the aftershocks wash over him in gentle waves, "You feel so nice..." A brief pause and Gwyn couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, rubbing his unbloodied hand down Cassian's chest where he'd seen the lightening inside of him, "Does that show happen every time?"

All his? Cassian let loose a growl at the possessive little thought over this virtual stranger and his beautiful everything. It appealed to him like nothing else to take and take but more than that, he'd liked the permission. He liked that little exchange of power from one to the other being handed so firmly back and forth. Gwyn gave and Cassian took, his thrusts relentless as he chased his orgasm.

The dragon gasped and buried as deeply as their bodies would allow as he came hard and hot, cock twitching with every spurt of release. He didn't care about the claws in his skin, didn't care about the blood making thin trails down his arm. All that mattered was looking into those pretty eyes as he came, the sensation washing over him and releasing the tension in his entire body. A pale violet light lit from within Cassian's throat to illuminate his insides, reaching down into his chest and up towards his mouth. The lightning he held wanted to crackle its way out, his control of it virtually non-existent. It was like he was containing an explosion that light up his bones and veins through tan skin and Cassian thought it might release. He gritted his teeth as the sensations of his orgasm and the stir of his electricity warred through him, one triggering the other. Little arcs of lightning danced over his teeth as he bared them, grit them. His dark eyes illuminated to reveal their true deep-purple color with the light.

At once, it ended. Cassian groaned when it was over, his form slackening over Gwyn. He still held tight to the headboard with one hand so he wouldn't collapse on him completely, but shifted Gwyn's legs to rest them high up on his hips so he wasn't as folded up. He rocked against him to draw out the pleasure, leaned in to kiss him with a shock of static still on his lips. Those thin shards of electricity jumped from him to Gwyn every time Cassian breathed out a pant, his grasp on it all still a little wobbly. Even through it all, he slipped his free hand between them to grasp at Gwyn's cock and stroke him to get him to come again.

[gwyndolence]

Undead stamina was perhaps the only thing saving Gwyn from pure overstimulation with how roughly Cassian was using him after he'd already come once before. The sith had not a word of protest for it in him, not when he'd asked for it, practically demanded it, his head jostling back against the mattress and a high noise of desperate pleasure wringing from his throat with every thrust. If the dragon's grip could bruise his skin, it would've, and Gwyn would indeed imagine Cassian had somehow managed to mark him later, running his fingers dreamily along the inside of his own thighs.

For now though, Cassian was fucking him like his life depended on it and Gwyn was barely able to find the wherewithal to reassure him that was just what the sith wanted. One hand latched around Cassian's forearm, Gwyn clutching to him white-knuckled, his claws perilously close to piercing the skin. His chest jumped with erratic breaths, like the intensity of being filled so thoroughly had short-circuited his mind, left him whining as if his lungs had forgotten not to need the air.

He could hear Cassian's heart like a hammer, the sound more forceful than it had been in the bar but no less beautiful. The dragon was pure heat, over him, inside of him, Gwyn shuddering through the feverish bliss of that thrusting cock forcing his body to accept it. He'd barely had time to get fully hard a second time but he could feel himself dripping again, the head of his aching prick glossy and flushed. Gwyn tried to piece together what Cassian was pleading for, lashes fluttering as he managed to meet his eyes. "I said don't stop --" Gwyn gritted out, an edge of giddy laughter in his voice before Cassian's hips snapped forward again and the sith arched under him as hard as the position allowed, bright red blood pearling under his claws as his grip spasmed on Cassian's arm, "-- yours, it's all yours, come on."

Every grin and smile that Gwyn graced him with was fuel on the fire for Cassian. He didn't know why it was affecting him so much, sending happy little signals straight to his brain. Had it been so long since he'd felt any kind of connection like this? Cassian didn't bother trying to think back on the last time he'd felt attraction like this but distantly, he knew it'd been awhile. He and Gwyn had just met and there was something in those little grins and flirts that made him positively giddy. It was a sensation he'd examine within himself later.

With Gwyn's encouragement, Cassian pounded harder. Gravity helped in his position, giving the doctor the perfect angle to draw back and press in with perfect strokes. The sound of their sex was absolutely filthy between the skin to skin and their combined noises of pleasure. It only spurred him, fucking the nearly folded sith like he'd never get the chance to again.

Cassian made a raw noise as he gripped onto Gwyn more tightly. It wasn't purely out of the need to touch him anymore -- Cassian was trying to keep him exactly where he wanted. He was fucking hard enough to make the bed creak ominously underneath them and he didn't want to accidentally scoot Gwyn out of this perfect spot.

"Please," his voice was desperate. Like he needed permission to let himself come, like he needed to know that it'd be okay. Cassian's hair hung into his lustful, dark eyes as he kept them focused on Gwyn. He needed to know Gwyn was feeling pleasure, needed to know he was doing well, need to see if Gwyn needed him to last. "Please, please, please..."

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Gwyn could feel himself relax more and more underneath the larger man, soaking up Cassian's warmth, his attention, the sith's eyes sliding shut with a pleased smile as his lips danced across his skin. He could feel the press of Cassian's cock against him, heavy and insistent, one gesture away from nudging inside if they moved together just right. But the dragon wasn't rushing and there was rarely tenderness like this in these run-away flings, so he soaked it up gladly, rolling over onto his back soft and easy when Cassian directed him and grinning as their eyes met again. Gwyn returned the favor, dragging his gaze down the doctor's broad chest, his trim waist, before it finally dropped between his legs. Well. He'd known he was big, it would be more difficult not to notice while Cassian was rubbing up against him. But it was one thing to feel it, another thing to lay eyes on the dragon's frankly audacious prick and know it was about to be inside of him. "How... proportionate you are," Gwyn managed with a giggle and a mischievous flash of his eyes, biting at his lip and shifting underneath Cassian's appreciative caresses a bit more impatiently now. The sith always did love a challenge.

Cassian didn't make him wait much longer either and Gwyn sucked in a sharp breath as he folded his legs up with such little effort, far past where he'd held him before. Gwyn was putty in the dragon's hands at this point, quickly hooking his own arm under one knee to try and keep himself spread for him as Cassian reached down. His body surrendered shockingly easily, that tight little ring of muscle soon stretched taut and quivering around the dragon's girth as Cassian sank steadily inside. He didn't stop either, his cock pressing impossibly deep, sending a hot rush of feeling racing up Gwyn's spine with each inch he buried in him until the dragon's hips were grinding into Gwyn's own and the sith was whimpering on every breath, eyes screwing shut and clenching white-knuckled to the bedding above his head. He was so full he could barely think, the sounds of their shared pleasure mingling as Cassian finally started to fuck him in truth.

"Just - just like that," Gwyn somehow managed, words hitching with each heavy thrust of the other's hips, forcing his eyes half-open to look at that handsome face contorted in pleasure, "I can - take it, come on, sweetheart, don't hold back." He couldn't help but be compelled by the desperation in the other's voice, so fervent in his need, as if Cassian was just as overwhelmed by having him as Gwyn felt by being had.

"I am and you definitely did," Cassian agreed, voice low. Even as Gwyn pressed that perfect ass against his groin, the dragon took his time. He pressed his lips to the side of Gwyn's neck as he hugged across his chest, his mouth following the line of his shoulder to the very edge and back again.

The position they were in spoke to a very primal part of his psyche. Cassian could feel his heavy cock nestled against the cleft of Gwyn's ass and it would be so easy to just reach down and press in. But Cassian wanted more than this one position. He wanted to see Gwyn, wanted to watch his expressions twist when Cassian fucked him good and properly. He gave a few kisses to the edge of Gwyn's jaw before drawing back, guiding the other man to turn onto his back on the bed. Cassian took a moment to stand on his knees between Gwyn's legs to admire him again. God, he was beautiful. Cassian has had pretty partners but none like Gwyn, who looked resplendent after his first orgasm. Big hands drew down the length of his body until he could hook them behind the crooks of Gwyn's knees, pushing them up. It looked like he was going to stop for a vanilla missionary position but he had tested Gwyn's flexibility earlier and knew now that he could keep going, bending the sith until he was rolled up with his knees by his face for a mating press.

Cassian took his thick cock in hand to give himself a few strokes before pressing the wet tip against Gwyn's hole. He pushed in carefully and slowly, groaning as he sank in steadily. He kept going until his hips were flush, until there was no space left between them anymore. He gave Gwyn a moment to adjust to him before he drew back and pounded back in. He gasped at the feel of the other around him, gripping perfectly tight, and set a steady, rough pace. Cassian reached above Gwyn to grip the headboard for stability, the corded muscles of his forearm flexing. His other hand was on Gwyn, needing to touch him as much as possible.

"Fuck, fuck..." Cassian's voice was breathy, whining. He whimpered like Gwyn was the best thing he'd ever had, begged under hitched breaths like he wasn't the one in control right now. He couldn't help himself, needy for this.

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Gwyn thanked every deity he knew and a few formless entities on top of them that Cassian was clever enough to know not to stop, even when Gwyn was nearly writhing under his tongue. He'd made a mess of the sheets underneath him, massaging his cock still to coax out every last drop of come until he was whining at the sweet ache. When the last waves finally abated, Gwyn's breath escaped him in a long sigh, satisfaction settling heavy into his limbs as he let his hand fall back to the bedding and scrunched his nose up with a drunk-sounding giggle as Cassian licked up his spine.

Quite frankly, the sith could be talked into just about anything when he felt like this, but all he had to do was lie there and enjoy the feeling of Cassian's body sliding up his smaller form, shivering as the static pricked his skin like a hundred sharp-toothed kisses. Gwyn let himself sink further down against the bed under Cassian's weight, pliant and easy and nearly purring, chest and cheek against the sheets. He could feel his body soaking up the dragon's warmth, floating in the afterglow as Cassian's hands smoothed over his skin, the bulk of him seeming the only thing keeping the sith anchored to the bed.

Cassian pried a soft gasp out of him at the cheeky pinch, just enough of a jolt to keep Gwyn's arousal simmering. The sith found Cassian's forearm down from that questing hand and stroked it lazily, humming briefly as he considered his words. "You're a man of your word," Gwyn murmured, voice rich with approval, a sliver of his smirk visible in profile with his face still pressed to the bed, "Rare quality. I think I promised you a reward." He'd kept himself propped up on his knees, all the better to feel the dragon slipping naturally into position right where Gwyn wanted him as he rocked back to press his ass purposefully against Cassian's groin, "Are you ready for more?"

Cassian thought of himself as very attentive. Any time he was with patients, friends, or even people he met while moving through his day to day, Cassian tried to perceive them fully. A twitch of the hand, a tic, a quick admission of something small they liked -- Cassian would remember. He had an aptitude for remembering and it was likely to do with what he was. His parents were the same and it's likely why all three of them were prone to holding grudges if someone ever slighted them. But during times like this? It was all for the benefit of his partner in bed.

The dragon continued to use his mouth as Gwyn got frantic, as the sith edged closer. He did not stop even as Gwyn came, wanting him to ride that wave fully. When his hole stopped spasming over his tongue, Cassian finally lifted his face from between those perfect cheeks. He grinned and licked slowly from Gwyn's ass and up his spine. He took a deep inhale and breathed out slowly, a small amount of lightning sparking in his mouth and arcing from his throat to his tongue to Gwyn. The thin shards of electricity were enough to buzz but hopefully not hurt as he dragged his tongue up to the back of his neck. He nosed the spot as his body spanned over Gwyn's, solid and warm against him.

"That's one of two, sweetheart," he said, saccharine and low. A big hand curled over Gwyn's hip to squeeze, then slipped under him to feel at his abdomen and up to his chest. He pinched at one of his nipples, rolling it between his fingers. He tweaked it as a tease before letting go. "You tell me when you're ready to keep going."

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Gwyn only had a moment to savored that telling look on his doctor's face, a flair of triumph in his smile as as he watched Cassian roll his hips oh-so-subtly down against the mattress. Not against being bossed around a bit, was he? The sith would have to pocket that thought for another day, the idea of getting some real begging out of the elder far too appetizing to give up on. That Cassian looked the way he did only heightened the appeal, Gwyn lost a moment in imagining all that brawn whimpering underneath him.

Later. For now, he was scrabbling against the sheets with a surprised laugh as Cassian turned him effortlessly, his head dropping like a stone at the crack of the dragon's heavy hand against his ass and Gwyn yelped, deepening the curve Cassian was coaxing his back into of his own accord at he leaned back into the sudden pain, his cock jumping as Cassian pet gently over the smarting skin before the redness inevitably faded. The anticipation it sparked in the sith went nowhere though and Gwyn led his knees slide further apart on the bed with a gratified groan as Cassian finally put his mouth on him again. The sound hitched higher, didn't stop, when that purr flowed through him, Gwyn's thighs quivering at the feeling of the sound vibrating through his skin, a blanket of intense sensation that left him panting.

He'd never felt anything like it before and coupled with Cassian's very good skills of observation, the sith was all but shaking with pleasure underneath him in a painfully short amount of time, Gwyn holding himself tight around the base of his leaking cock just to stave off his peak so he could feel it all a little longer. "That's it," Gwyn's voice was breathy and urgent, rocking back into the rhythm of Cassian's mouth, "You're perfect, just there, oh, fuck --" He couldn't say if it was seconds or long minutes Cassian took to get him there. It was a sweet, overwhelming kind of orgasm, tingling over his whole body in waves and turning his thoughts to static, slow and powerful and so, so good. Gwyn could only gasp through it, face buried in the sheets as he mindlessly grasped backwards with his free hand for something of the other to hold onto.

Oh. Oh.

The look on Cassian's face went slack for a moment, his breath hitching in his throat as Gwyn grabbed his hair and pulled. His head lolled with the tug, the sensation tingling down to his scalp. Bossy, dominant little thing, wasn't he? He did not mind in the slightest. Cassian was fully versatile to fit any situation in bed and if Gwyn wanted to top from the bottom, Cassian wouldn't say no. It turned him on to no end, his cock giving a throb where it was trapped between his muscled belly and the bed. He rolled his hips ever so slightly to tease himself with the friction before shifting.

"If it's like that, I'll do it," he lifted up to give a wide grin, electricity sparking and lighting up behind his teeth with his excitement. Cassian let Gwyn's legs down and grabbed his hips, flipping the sith onto his front without warning. He tugged his ass upward and cracked a hand across a full cheek in a spank. Cassian caressed the spot with his palm, then slid it down the curve of Gwyn's spine and pressed down between his shoulders. Dark eyes caught on the tattoos spanning Gwyn's back but he didn't mention them. Sometimes, tattoos like that were for aesthetic. Sometimes, they really weren't.

He slipped down and, using his free hand to hold one cheek aside, buried his mouth against Gwyn's hole. Cassian closed his eyes and gave that low, draconic growl again but this time, it was a rolling sound that did not stop. He focused on everything he'd learned so far that made Gwyn squirm, his tongue and lips tireless as he ate him out with a singular focus and goal. He licked inside him and was not afraid of getting messy as he used his mouth to bring Gwyn pleasure.