#merek3

[councillor-roland]

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"I suppose there is a certain appeal." Roland agreed, grinning, though closed that teasing gap almost instantly to grab the back of Merek's head and pull him into a rough kiss. It was even better than usual with the spell, every touch more exquisite and making him shiver even harder. Roland had less patience than usual, though, and used his speed to slam Merek back into the wall even as he ravaged his mouth, dragging his claws down his chest to cut clothing and skin alike.

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[councillor-roland]

Flesh (from Merek ❤️)

"Have I not been rough enough or responsive enough for you before, mon ami? But all right, if you insist."

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[councillor-roland]

Roland smirked a little to see just how pleased Merek clearly was. The vampire did always like to satisfy and they'd both clearly gotten what they wanted out of this. It wouldn't keep him from retaliating next year but he'd find something that was suitable vengeance while also enjoyable for them both, he was sure. Merek was unrepentant, in spite of the slight hiss of pain, and while Roland could've offered a few drops of his blood to ease away all the aches and bruises he decided Merek deserved the discomfort for as long as it would last. "It most certainly is." He kissed back lightly. "I'll have to make sure to draw it out even longer than usual next time, just to make up for this..." He teased and kissed him again then pulled back and away, setting Merek on his feet then pulling away and tossing his hair back. "I won't thank you for the spell and I also won't keep you here for it's duration. I'll go find someone else to vent the next round on." Another little petty vengeance, in case Merek had been hoping for a second round. He tucked himself away and did up his pants, more or less just realising now he hadn't really even gotten undressed, then threw Merek a cheeky wink and a grin and sped away with his speed. The spell was already ramping up again and Roland did indeed need to find someone else to help him with it. All things considered, it shouldn't be too hard.

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Merek's breathing was still hard, but the expression on his face made it obvious that the pyromancer was very content. Even though he knew he'd be sore for a few hours, the spell had been more than worth it, even with him knowing that Roland would likely be getting him back for it with the next Spring Mischief. Which, to Merek, sounded like a fun little tradition to start up. He hummed softly, a small hiss escaping the younger man when Roland's fingers brushed along his throat. He knew it would heal over time -- his healing ability wasn't quite as fast as a vampire's, but the bruises would fade quickly all the same. "I suppose that's what I get for making use of that spell." Merek replied, brushing his lips lightly over Roland's. "Small price to pay and you know I don't mind it."

[councillor-roland]

He was vaguely aware of Merek taking hold of himself but was more caught up with everything else. They came almost together and he groaned as Merek tightened around him while he was still riding the waves of his own release. Roland chuckled breathlessly as they both started to come down, releasing his grip on the pyromancer's throat and finally extracting his claws from his hip though held him there anyway, leaning against him and pinning him there with his body as much as his hold on him. The hand on his throat slid down to his chest, forehead leaning against the other man's while he gathered himself. "Mm, I agree. There may be something to be said for brutality on occasion." The spell seemed to have calmed, at least for the moment, though Roland didn't know how long that would last. "I've left you rather worse for wear..." It was more a musing than apologetic, his hand sliding back up to lightly trace Merek's throat that would no doubt sport a rather ugly bruise soon.

Though Merek had no interest in being handled this roughly all the time, there were occasions where he enjoyed the treatment. He knew he was going to have bruises along his neck and back for a little while even with his healing ability, but as a rather big kink of Merek's was being marked up and leaving his own on his partners, he was never going to complain. The grip tightening around his throat and the councilman's claws tightening on him had him gasping, blindly reaching one hand between them to wrap around his cock. As close to the edge as he was, it took Merek very little time to cum, following seconds behind Roland with a shout. He sagged against the wall, only held up by the grip that the older man still had on him, the pyromancer breathing roughly. "Jesus fucking Christ, that was amazing."

[councillor-roland]

Merek clearly wasn't the least bit sorry and he was lucky that Roland considered him a friend. Not that this was the worst spell to be hit with but come next spring mischief he'd have to retaliate with something, just to be petty, of course. Merek seemed to be enjoying it and he was getting what he deserved besides even if Roland wasn't typically one for such brutal treatment. The pyromancer's moan just made Roland shudder though he almost laughed at the response to his question. "Reality is always better." He gasped, smirking a little and making another rough sound as Merek arched into him. He tightened his grip on the other man's throat and dug his claws more deeply into Merek's hip, to anchor him even more. The speed, the spell, the whole rough encounter was making the heat coil in his stomach quickly. It wasn't much longer at the brutal pace before Roland came with a rough cry, fangs bared and hips bucking erratically as he rode it, his grip tightening with both hands for a handful of moments.

Merek just grinned when Roland rolled his eyes at him, the pyromancer clearly not in any way apologetic about it. The chief of staff might have been if he'd had to worry about the vampire retaliating against him for it, but he didn't think the councilman would be that sore about a little harmless spell. He barely had time to get used to the familiar feeling of Roland's cock filling him before the man started to fuck him hard, clearly not giving a damn about the pyromancer's own comfort. Not that Merek was in any way complaining, of course, enjoying being used every so often even if it wasn't something he often did. "As do you." He panted, a loud moan of encouragement escaping the younger man at the feel of Roland's hand around his throat -- tight enough that he was very aware of it, but not so much that it cut off his air, thankfully. "Much more fun." The pyromancer retorted, arching off the wall as much as he could to encourage Roland.

[councillor-roland]

Roland rolled his eyes rather than fully respond, though he wasn't really all that exasperated. The spell was making it hard to feel anything but overwhelming lust and need which had obviously been the point. He groaned against Merek's neck when the pyromancer stroked him and then had enough of all the foreplay and took him hard and fast like he'd wanted to since the first. Merek clearly didn't mind the harsh treatment, nor did he have much right to considering he'd caused it, so Roland fucked him hard and fast against the wall. He moaned against his neck as the pleasure coursed through him. "You feel so good..." One hand moved up from Merek's hip to wrap around his throat, to pin him back more firmly against the wall and keep him in place while Roland took what he wanted, not caring at the moment if Merek got scraped or bruised from it. "As much fun as you expected?" He panted, not squeezing hard enough to cut off all Merek's air or keep him from talking just restrict it some.

"I could, but this seemed like a fun way of doing that." Merek shot right back with a chuckle, his hands curling in Roland's shirt as the man started to feed from him. This had always been something that the pyromancer enjoyed -- the feel of a vampire's fangs buried in his skin, the almost hypnotic pull as they took their fill from him. He tilted his neck a bit more and untangled one of his hands so that he could move it between them, his fingers wrapping around Roland's cock so that he could stroke him quickly. It was evident, however, that the councilman wasn't feeling very patient as he pulled his mouth away moments later and lifted Merek with ease, pulling him down onto his cock. There was nothing careful or gentle about the treatment, but the chief of staff didn't mind that in the slightest, a keening noise escaping his lips at the mixture of pain and pleasure that rocked through him. This wasn't something he would always want, but the pyromancer had no issues with being handled roughly from time to time.

[councillor-roland]

"You could always just ask." Roland quipped, before his mouth was otherwise occupied. He drank deeply and greedily, even the blood tasting better with the spell, as familiar as Merek's was to him. He knew how much Merek enjoyed it, too. He absently noted Merek ridding himself of the ruin of his pants, given how Roland had slashed them open. Good. Roland was still wearing his clothes which was a nuisance but he was too impatient to take them off right now, reaching down even as he drank just to undo them and get his cock out. He made sure to tear Merek's underwear off as well, or at least enough so they wouldn't be in the way. Finally, Roland pulled his head back with a gasp, removing his fangs, only so he could lift Merek up by the hips and pull him down onto his cock as he snapped his hips forward, slamming all the way into him almost immediately. No prep and rough like this wasn't usually Roland's way but the spell was wreaking havoc on him and Merek had said he wanted it anyway. Roland had at least sort of warned him, at least before he'd bitten him. The vampire groaned and gave the pyromancer almost no time to adjust, rocking into him hard and fast, the movement of his hips relentless.

It really was a good thing for Merek that he could heal quickly, the staff collar around his neck not inhibiting that ability at all, because he'd always enjoyed the masters handling him a bit rougher. There were many occasions where he left someone's suite covered in bruises and visibly sore, but also looking more than pleased with himself. He gave a quiet hum of acknowledgement to the words, tipping his head back to offer more of his neck and throat to Roland as the man trailed kisses and bites down his skin. "Why else do you think I used it?" He teased, the pyromancer's breathing hitching into a sharp, desperate moan as Roland's fangs sank into his skin. If he hadn't been hard before, that certainly would have done the trick, the pyromancer keenly aware of just how much he enjoyed being used like this. Merek moved his hands carefully between them so that he could work his pants off the rest of the way, doing his best to not jostle Roland too much in the process.

[councillor-roland]

Merek didn't seem to be in nearly as much of a hurry as Roland was but that was likely the effect of the spell. Roland wasn't particularly worried about hurting Merek, either, given that he could heal from most things the vampire was likely to do. The pyromancer was clearly amused given his chuckle and even teased him. "Mm, true, but this damnable spell you've afflicted me with is rather demanding..." He dipped his head to trail rough kisses and nips down Merek's neck, slashing the other man's pants open in the meantime. "It's compelling me to take you as hard as I can as quickly as possible." He sank his fangs into Merek's neck without warning, groaning as he drank greedily and bucked his hips almost helplessly against Merek.

Merek smirked at Roland, a small shiver of anticipation going through him as the man quickly closed the gap between them. Any snarky retort the pyromancer might have given was cut off once he was pulled into the rough kiss, the breath getting knocked out of the younger man as he was slammed back into the wall without any warning. That would likely leave some bruises, but that was always some of the fun when it came to rougher sex, after all. A quiet chuckle escaped the chief of staff and he reached one hand up to trail his fingers lightly along Roland's jaw, tangling his hand seconds later into the man's hair. "My, my, someone is certainly impatient." He purred, breaking the kiss for just a moment. "We have all night, darling."