#cassian1

[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."

[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?"

[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]

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..."

[gwyndolence]

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.

[gwyndolence]

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."

[gwyndolence]

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.

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn's head fell back against the bedding with a luxurious groan as Cassian explored him further, giving up on watching the dragon in favor of letting his eyes fall shut and just feeling everything Cassian was willing to give him. The sith loved this kind of attention, eager and unshy -- Cassian was clearly experienced and unafraid to get messy as he worked him over and he surrendered his restraint and curled a hand around himself with a delighted curse as he felt the other's tongue caress his sack, his thighs jerked under Cassian's strong hands. Gwyn squeezed himself tight just below the head of his cock, the first drops of wetness beading at his tip, an impatient whine rising in the sith's throat.

God, it felt good, but not anywhere close to enough to bring him over the edge just yet, Cassian never lingering any spot long. Gwyn twitched again at the bite to that sensitive skin, arching off the bed with a pleading moan that made no secret of just how much he liked that. No mark Cassian made would last for long with Gwyn's healing, tragically, he'd be damned if he didn't encourage him to try, wordless or otherwise. His head lolled against the sheets as Cassian spoke so he could see him between his own splayed legs, Gwyn's hips shifting restlessly at the arousal still sparking under his skin.

"I meant what I said," Gwyn said with an almost dreamy giggle, giving himself one slow stroke as Cassian's fingers played at his hole, the sound dissolving into a sharp noise of pleasure as the dragon spread him just that smallest bit and pressed that hot tongue to him again. What a tease. "Oh, you'll get to," Gwyn purred, sliding his free hand into Cassian's hair once the sith collected himself again, "That and more once I'm done with you. Right now, though?" He twisted his dark locks around his fingers, tugging hard, "Earn it first. Make me come, beautiful, and let's see how fast you can make me do it again once your cock is inside me."

Anybody who knew Cassian outside of work knew that he couldn't remain serious for an extended period of time. It was like whoever had decided that he was going to be the one for his very stoic parents thought it would be a great cosmic joke to give them a hatchling who always felt the need to break the tension in the room with a joke. Despite their attempts to ignore and discourage his quips, Cassian soldiered on as the funniest person he knew.

He gave a low hum in reply, mouth too preoccupied for real words. Cassian worked his tongue and mouth, wanting to see how reactive Gwyn could get. The sith was squirming and giving aborted little sounds but Cassian wanted more. He wanted the satisfaction of knowing he was pleasuring his partner to the best of his ability, wanted to prove himself so that maybe they could find each other and do it again later.

His tongue worked shallowly into Gwyn's hole to tease, then slipped deeper. Saliva dripped down his chin as he licked up his perineum to his balls, taking his time to lavish his attention on them. He licked and teased, took them one at a time into his mouth to gently suck on them. His eyes went half lidded as he tipped his head to the side to bite at the junction where Gwyn's thigh met his groin, teeth scraping over his skin.

"Don't stop?" he questioned with a loose smile. "You want me to eat you out until you come, sweetheart? I can do that. But I was personally thinking about breaking this bed with you." He shifted a hand to slide down, taking two long fingers and teasing at Gwyn's hole. He dipped in just the tips of them carefully, then lowered his head to give another long lick between them. Cassian drew them out. "Your call. I'd love to fuck this pretty ass, though."

[gwyndolence]

"I'll have to keep that in mind when my boyish good looks start to fade," Gwyn teased back with the confidence of someone who knew they never would, delighted more than anything that Cassian was still bantering back. Far too many men he took to bed took the beginning of intimacy to mean the death of humor. That purr felt just as good as Gwyn knew it would too, travelling through each press of Cassian's lips against his skin. He wanted to feel more though, and closer, perhaps while his dragon was inside of him...

That tantalizing notion had the sith sitting up a little straighter so he could be a good audience to Cassian finally shrugging himself out of the rest of his clothes, burning with curiosity to get a glimpse of the rest of him. "All that way?" Gwyn smirked as if he hadn't seen the look in Cassian's eyes when he'd seen first spotted him on the seat beside his, "We might need more than one round if you're going to fulfill that promise." But Cassian wasn't interested of making a display of himself and it really was only a glimpse Gwyn got, a very alluring flash of skin before the dragon was on him again, a warm mouth against his shaft, and Gwyn found himself caring very little about anything that wasn't letting the other manhandle him anyway Cassian wished.

And manhandle he did. Gwyn was more than flexible enough for the pose, letting out a soft gasp as he realized what Cassian was after just before he was bent to the proper angle and that glorious mouth of his found its target. A shudder of hot anticipation ran through him, Gwyn all but melting back against the mattress, trying his best not to squirm under Cassian's total attention and mostly succeeding. A hand stroked down his belly, the other gripping the bedding above his head, Gwyn teasing himself with his refusal to touch his own straining cock, just adding another sensation to the radiating pleasure of each caress of Cassian's tongue. He could feel that hot mouth warming his own cool skin in the most intimate of places, easing the muscle, getting him slick and supple with the dragon's spit.

"You're - oh, you're good at that," Gwyn praised breathlessly, pressing his lips together tightly to smother a whimper as his hips twitched up and a fresh quiver rolled through him, begging Cassian to go deeper without a word. He felt alight with impatience, the desire to tug him up by his hair and demand he get inside of him now, but a far greater part of Gwyn wanted the dragon instead to pin him for as long as he wished until the sith was a begging mess beneath him. "Don't stop."

It felt good to be appreciated in the way Gwyn was doing. Cassian could feel it in his touches. It was so hard not to lean his head up and into the greedy hands in his hair but he did give a pleased rumble as they trailed down his back, draconic vocal folds turning the hum into a proper growl. It sounded layered and deep, a rolling sound with something like the undertone of a shallow click. It was a pleased sound, an animalistic sound.

"Mh. You know, when I give the old ladies a strip tease after their face lift," Cassian replied with a grin. He hovered over Gwyn a moment, his hands planted to the bed on either side of him. His eyes dragged over him to drink in every beautiful part of his anatomy as he stretched out, nude. He was beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

He grinned at the reaction to the little zip. Cassian was considered a young dragon. An adult, but just so. At three hundred and fifteen, he might be impressive as far as his professional resume but in draconic terms, he still had a lot to learn about himself and the lightning that came with him. He barely shifted into his dragon shape, barely ever brought out his wings. He could fly, but was not very strong at it. Very luckily for him, Gwyn didn't seem to mind that Cassian couldn't curb his electricity when he got excited.

"I'm gonna do everything that came across my mind from the bar to right now," Cassian promised hungrily. He glanced back at the bare foot against his very much still-clothed thigh. Oh yeah. He took a moment to reach down and undo his belt and fly, to shift and slide his slacks and underwear down his own long, muscled legs. He nudged the clothes off the bed and onto the floor as he slid down a little more so he could lay on his belly, big hands palming at Gwyn's hips. The doctor kissed down the side of Gwyn's length, every little affection placed with a hint of tongue. He opened his mouth again to lick over the seam of his balls, then used his hands to lift Gwyn's legs. He guided them back just enough for him to make him bear his hole before moving in to lick a warm, broad stripe over it. He moaned and dove right in to lick and tease at the ring of muscle, his hands hooked under the crooks of Gwyn's knees to keep them where he wanted.

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Gwyn nearly giggled again at the look on Cassian's face, ready to kindly bat his hand away and do it himself when the dragon took this challenge as his cue to finally move them to the bed. Gwyn bounced a little against the mattress as he landed, quick to scramble up onto his elbows so he could watch the show his doctor was putting on properly. And what a show. His eyes widened in surprise, dropping his gaze slow and appreciative over Cassian's torso as the bed bent under the other's weight, biting his lip at the glimpse he got of the muscle moving in Cassian's back as he crawled to him.

Gwyn was impatient at the best of times when confronted with that kind of temptation, quick to run his hands through Cassian's surprisingly soft hair as the dragon bent his head over his task, petting down his nape and over the broad plane of his upper back. "And where exactly do you use all of this in the examination room?" Gwyn demanded with unconcealed delight, squirming a little under Cassian's kisses and pressing his hips eagerly up into the warmth of his mouth as his fingers kneaded and stroked over the span of the elder's lovely, lovely shoulders.

Luckily, the dragon still had control enough of himself to manage to wrestle Gwyn properly free from his trousers and the sith smiled toothily back at Cassian's question. "Lucky you," He purred, stretching out open and unashamed under the other's gaze as he settled back more comfortably against the bedding, his knee knocking playfully against Cassian's shoulder. He kept his eyes fixed on him as Cassian bent down again, fresh arousal sparking through him at the sight of him between the sith's legs. Then the static arced, leaping from Cassian's mouth to the saliva-damp skin like another playful nip and if Gwyn hadn't been fully hard already, that would've done it, his back arching slightly and a soft, eager noise escaping him still at way the sensation lingered, just under his skin.

Cassian finally had him naked underneath him fully, the sith grinning like a fool as he spread his legs a little further, the invitation written over every inch of Gwyn's bare body. "Well done, sweetness," He tipped his head coyly back against the sheets, rubbing a bare foot up the back of Cassian's thigh, "You've got me. Now what are you going to do with me?"

Gwyn's laughter made Cassian feel very light inside. Odd sensation, really. He doesn't think he's ever felt that way before from something as simple as hearing another person's laugh. He chalked it up to everything that was happening right now. All the touching was sending happy signals to his brain and it was addictive. Gwyn was addictive.

A big hand pushed up Gwyn's shirt, feeling at his stomach and chest as he made to shuck it off. He tossed it aside like it offended him and kissed Gwyn back in kind when they could and nothing was in the way. He allowed Gwyn to start on his button-down but paused at the motion of his hips. He looked down and blinked at the lacing of his leather pants. If he could sew stitches with quick and steady hands, those laces should be an absolute breeze. Cassian pulled them away from the wall at once to turn and plop Gwyn onto the bed. He stood at the end of it so he could shrug his shirt off and bare all the skin underneath before crawling to join, muscles rippling prettily with the movement.

Cassian's fingers tugged at the laces and deftly began to tug them through the eyelets. He dipped his head forward to kiss at Gwyn's lower belly, to bite at sharp hip bones as he finally got his trousers undone. He used both hands to tug them down and grinned ear to ear with what he was presented with.

"No underwear, huh? Is that the reward for getting through the laces?" he questioned, his eyes flickering up the length of Gwyn's body to catch the sith's. He opened his mouth and dragged his tongue down the length of Gwyn's groin and the base of his cock. He breathed out and a flicker of electricity sparked like a thin bolt of static down his tongue and to Gwyn's skin. In that half a second, dark eyes light from behind like lightning behind a cloud. The color of his irises, which could easily be taken for black, illuminated a deep violet. It was there and gone with the spark. He dragged Gwyn's pants down the rest of the way, taking a moment to tug his boots off with them.

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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 at 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."

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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?"

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"Always," Gwyn replied, his smirk unashamed. And why should he be, in this of all places? If the sith didn't want to hunt, he'd be back at the castle toying with some pretty slave. Even down in Krovstown, though, the undead were still catered to in every way; Cassian himself might as well have been placed there just to entertain and delight him. Not that this prey was putting up much of a fight, more laying down and pulling the snare over himself. It was remarkably endearing.

Gwyn let the doctor lean in close, still as marble as Cassian's hair brushed his cheek, the other's gambit a rather effective one as he whispered against the younger's ear. He hummed a moment, as if truly giving Cassian's offer deep thought, still ultimately unable to resist the urge to turn his face into the other's warmth. Gwyn breathed slow and deep and purposeful as he nosed at the crook of Cassian's jaw, listened to the heavy drum of his heart in that broad chest. Cologne, the faint warmth of clean skin and something deeper, earthy, like the ground after rain. Another note too that was only faintly familiar to Gwyn, but deeply exciting -- unmistakably draconic.

"Willing?" Gwyn's laugh was a soft huff of breath, tipping his head back enough to catch Cassian's eyes again, his own sparkling with the pleasure of his discovery as his legs swung idly off his stool, "I think you're caught already, darling." He trailed one finger hungrily down the line of Cassian's throat, just a hint of his razor-tipped claw against the fragile skin. It took effort, as always, trying to wrangle back the eagerness of his talons every time a promising meal slunk into their grasp. "Tell me where you're staying..."

He could not stop the slow and deliberate up and down of his fingers over the leather if he tried. Gwyn felt chilly even through the fabric and Cassian was wondering, based on that and the deep red nature of his drink, if he was some kind of vampire. He didn't want to outright ask. It was rude. But all of the context clues were pointing that way. Cassian didn't mind. He liked vampires well enough as they'd never done anything to slight him or his family. He had more than enough warmth to lend and blood besides if that's what Gwyn wanted.

"I'm just getting my bearings tonight. Just wandering to see what calls out to me. Or who." Cassian replied at the question to himself. How fortunate that he'd stopped at this particular establishment at this particular time. His fingers finally pause their idle movement, his big hand more fully sliding over Gwyn's thigh in an invitation.

"Hunting, huh?" he questioned back. His eye contact still did not waver, fully intent on the person before him. He had one singular goal right now and it was hard to focus on anything else. There could be a bar fight going on and Cassian would be none the wiser. Or if he was, he'd just not care. "I'm willing to be caught if you're still on the prowl." There, it was an invitation out as plain as day. Cassian leaned in and erased enough space between them to murmur against Gwyn's ear. If he was a vampire or vampire adjacent, Cassian was hoping that the move would entice him. It'd put him right next to a his jugular, would let him get more of his scent.

"Just tell me what you need, sweetheart. I'm a willing soul."

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Gwyn's smile grew a little more coy, ducking his chin to steal another sip at his drink without looking away from the stranger's gaze as he heard the telltale skip of Cassian's heart starting to beat that much faster. Gwyn himself rarely struggled to catch interest when he so desired, but few fae-blooded did, with their natural allure. Still, as obvious a flirt as the doctor was, there was something immensely gratifying in picking up that unintentional signal of interest, one tailormade to capture a vampire's attention. Gwyn had trouble desiring anyone nowadays without wondering how they'd taste. Not that he had much trouble slaking that hunger either...

Cassian's hand was warm and heavy on his leg, warm enough to feel through the leather of his trousers, the gesture full of promise. Very bold. "Hunting," The sith replied blithely, having to fight back the urge to look down and see just how big that hand was in comparison to his own lean thighs, "For something to capture my attention for the night. A bit of entertainment, an old friend or a new face. The castle is plenty of fun, but you can always stir up some kind of excitement in the village too."

He felt a frisson of anticipation go through him at the next caress of Cassian's fingers, openly gauging the other man now. Gwyn set his teeth into his lip for a moment, then broke their eye contact with a quiet chime of laughter as he set his now-empty glass back on the bar, as if he'd amused himself with a private joke. "And what about you, doctor?" The sith looked back with a bird-like tilt of his head, flashing a grin, "Out searching for poor Russian peasants to enlighten on the wonders of modern medicine?"

He liked seeing Gwyn surprised, liked watching him shift to sit up straight as Cassian pulled his stool forward. Cassian's dark eyes drank in more of Gwyn now that he was up close. Gods, what a beautiful man. From his curls to his eyes to the long legs brushing his own, he was a vision. Cassian could appreciate the beauty in others but Gwyn was something else entirely that made his heart pick up the pace in his broad chest.

Cassian himself was tall and usually the tallest in the room at that. He had broad shoulders that narrowed down to a firm waist. He took care of himself and while he was no rippling Adonis, he had muscles to speak of that bulked him just enough so that he wasn't a string bean. No, he'd gone through that phase as an adolescent and he was never going to go back, thank you.

Long fingers of a big hand let go of the barstool and twisted. He dragged the pads of his fingers against the inside of Gwyn's thigh and knee just enough to be felt, to tease. He wanted to touch so badly, touch even more of him. It wasn't that he was hurting for physical affections. No, Cassian made due when he wanted. It was Gwyn himself. What was it that was drawing Cassian in so strongly? He didn't know. He'd never felt this way before except maybe once and that once had been written off by himself as hero worship.

"What're you up to tonight anyway?" Cassian asked, skimming his fingers over the inside of Gwyn's thigh again. "I mean, what brought you out in the first place?"