#taliesin1

[gwyndolence]

for @taliesin-mistry

"I don't think they should be too high. You've worn heels before, haven't you, darling?"

Gwyn squinted down at the contents of the makeup bag he'd dumped over his bed, posing the question casually over his shoulder as he rifled through the phenomenal amount of eyeshadow pots he'd totally forgotten he owned. Taliesin had been banished to the bathroom almost as soon as the guards had delivered him to try on his costume before the sith got his hands dirty doing the pretty human's makeup. Dair would be joining the party eventually, but seeing as his costume involved little more than a shiny pair of gold shorts and his own good looks, Gwyn had thought it all the better to pat the nephilim on the ass and give him the early evening to himself.

For now, they had the suite to themselves and Gwyn could properly appreciate the sight of Taliesin wiggled into the skimpy pink one-piece he'd be wearing for the night, grinning and giving him a wolf whistle as he patted the bed beside him. "What do you think? Leave the shoes off for now, actually, let me make you gorgeous first."

[adrasian]

closed starter for @taliesin-mistry

Privacy, always, was the real rarity in a place like the Undercroft. What windows of opportunity there were were brief and had to be seized quickly -- Adrasia, it seemed, was not the only one attempting to take advantage this time. He had succeeded first in the showers, scrubbing away the lingering malaise of his transfer until his skin would have pinkened, had he been human. His clothes he wrestled into while the room was still thick with humidity, then slipped down the hall like a shadow. Just within the door of the dormitory though, the celestial halted.

Someone else was already inside: only one, alone, tucked far from the door.

They were crying.

Adrasia took one automatic step forward, then stopped, his lips parting around words he hadn't even chosen yet, his hair still hanging in damp curls around his face. The sound was a wretched, painful thing -- this was the first time the celestial had heard it in this place, but he knew suddenly with a dreadful intuition it would not be the last. When he moved again he approached not-so-quietly, so not to scare the other before he spoke, soft and encouraging: "We're alone, it's alright." Adrasia stopped a bed away, not wanting to corner the other in such a state. "May I sit? You may pretend I'm not even here, if you like."

[councillor-roland]

Taliesin was clearly rather worn out and Roland was pleased. He always liked his partners to leave him satisfied whether they were slave, staff, or another master. He smiled at the agreement and stroked his fingers through the slave's hair. "I would certainly hope so." The vampire glanced at the clock and nodded when Taliesin suggested he go down to the Undercroft. "Gather your clothes and take a shower first. Then I'll have a guard escort you back down. This won't be the last time though, petit prince. I'll see you again." He very much intended to rent him again since they'd both enjoyed themselves.

After Taliesin left, Roland had one of the household staff strip the bed and replace the sheets then took a shower himself, slipping on one of his robes afterwards. There seemed little point in getting fully dressed again since he didn't intend to leave his suite for the evening. It was good to know there was a fun new slave to entertain him. Roland always had appreciated novelty and Taliesin was novel, at least for the moment, and had a wickedly talented mouth besides. Roland would certainly be making good use of that in the future.

END

Tiredness hit Taliesin like a truck. It probably didn't help that he was eating so little and two orgasms had taken it out of him. He nestled into Roland's side, then slipped even further down, his head resting in Roland's lap. "Oui, c'est possible," he giggled, wrinkling his nose. Roland was fun to be around, made him feel comfortable, safe. Perhaps it was that his attitude and mannerisms reminded him so much of boarding school.

He yawned, covering his mouth with his arm as he did so. He wasn't used to being the person with inferior stamina, but he was only human in a castle full of vampires and such, who were infinitely more robust. "I can go back downstairs, if you want to be alone."

[lustcovetdesire]

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[ravisurendra]

With what the other had been through all night, Soren supposed he should only be surprised that Taliesin had kept himself awake for this long. He resisted the impulse to shake him awake again, the sudden desperation to keep hearing his brother's voice after the fraught time they'd spent apart. But how much rest did Taliesin get in the castle, true rest, where he knew he could be safe? Soren watched him nod off instead, his heart tight in his chest, waiting until he was sure he'd drifted entirely before he stood to find a throw blanket he could drape over Taliesin's slender body. He really was drowning in Soren's joggers. The Missus watched skeptically, stepping into the puddled blanket once he'd finished tucking it over Taliesin's shoulders and pressing her back against his brother's shins as she curled up beside him.

It was nearly normal. Another night spent sleeping off a party in Soren's apartment so Taliesin wouldn't have to face Nisha's wrath stumbling home. It felt impossible to consider letting the vampires steal him back up to that looming castle, as impossible as it had felt that Soren might actually find him again when he'd set out on his stupid, ill-planned journey. But here he was. Soren sat down gingerly, taking pains not to disturb the duo. He'd let him rest a little while longer. Then he could figure out how to let him go again.

Taliesin didn't miss the way Soren corrected himself, untitled Stigr, with such familiarity. When Stigr had come and gone from their home, he'd always been The Councilman - Councilman Anslem, if you really had to clarify, but there wasn't exactly another Councilman in their house to confuse him with. Their parents had insisted on the politeness, honoured, but wary around a vampire. It was perhaps the only occasion on which Taliesin had seen Nisha remotely concerned about him, reminding him to stay out of the way and quiet when Stigr was present. Cynically, he wondered if it had ever been concern for him, or merely the business, herself. Then again, she had acquiesced to their Grandmother, insisting on all of those middle names, superstitious about the interference of the supernatural, keeping one or two even off the birth certificate. Perhaps there was a little superstition in their mother too. Still, it betrayed a familiarity in Soren. They'd spoken, perhaps more than just business. Taliesin felt a pang of defensiveness.

And then a huge wave of tiredness. All at once it was difficult to keep his eyes open, enough of the molly finally out of his system that his body was physically capable of sleep. He let his head rest against the arm of the sofa, his knees drawn up beneath him. "Yes... Yeah... Sounds... Good," he managed between the flood of yawns. It was getting difficult to keep his eyes open, the lids growing heavier withe very blink until finally they slid shut altogether.

[councillor-roland]

Far from being distant, as seemed to happen to Taliesin, Roland liked to be very much present during sex. One of his favourite things was to drown in all the pleasurable sensations, focus on what was happening between him and his partner, and get lost in it though in a way that still kept him very much tethered to the moment. One of Roland's skills was being able to focus on the now and live very much in the moment and he often used it to his advantage.

It didn't take long for Taliesin to finish and Roland stopped when he did, kissing him until Taliesin pulled back. He smiled a little at the gratitude and trailed his lips over the slave's cheek. "You're quite welcome." He took his head off him though stayed close otherwise to retrieve the cloth again, cleaning them up, then tossing it away and just settling with him, wrapping an arm around him. "Better than the Undercroft, non?" His tone was amused. Roland was a little curious about that whole distance thing but since he'd fixed the problem, at least this time, he saw no reason to delve into it. The reason was likely nothing good and he didn't feel he needed to get into it. Perhaps during another rental.

Kissing very much helped keep Taliesin present. He always started to feel fuzzy and out of alignment when he was being used, his mouth, his ass, when he stopped thinking of himself as a person and started thinking of himself as a body. A mouth on him was an exchange, an appreciation of him. Maybe that was why he didn't like blowjobs so much. It was too intense, kept him too in focus. Taliesin liked to be blurry at the edges, get out of his head for a while.

He moaned, high-pitched, like a whine into Roland's mouth. For someone who had been barely aware he was hard a minute ago, it didn't take much to bring him over the edge. It wasn't the most spectacular orgasm of his life, something soft and small and mewling. He spilled over Roland's hand, a gentle little spurt of cum. He twitched, over-sensitive now, but not daring to bat Roland's hand away until he wanted to take it back. He broke the kiss, pressed his face into Roland's shoulder, a soft, mumbled thank you disappearing into Roland's skin.

[councillor-roland]

The slave seemed rather more upset than he should be over what was really just a small slip up. It wasn't as though they'd discussed what names they liked to be called so Taliesin couldn't have known. Roland wasn't in the least bit angry so he shook his head at the apology. "It's quite all right." He soothed, though at least Taliesin seemed to be a little more present because of it. That's what Roland was going for, after all, so if being upset over an inconsequential mistake helped then he would take it.

Still, there was some work to be done as it seemed to take Taliesin time to realise how and where Roland was touching him. All the better that he'd stopped for the moment, then. Finally, Taliesin looked at him like he was really seeing him again and Roland smiled, not minding that his voice was too loud. He slid his thumb over his chin gently and nodded. "Hand it is." Roland started stroking him again, slowly at first, watching him closely for a moment before he pulled him into a kiss. He wasn't sure what the trigger was for him to disappear so he wanted to keep an eye on it while still making it pleasurable for him.

Taliesin wrinkled his nose. He'd made a mistake. He hated making a mistake, especially like this, in the bedroom, where he thought he was so good - needed to be good. "I'm sorry," he mumbled into the cloth. The shame of it brought him back towards focus. He blinked up at Roland, eyes a little wet, a wobble in his lip, genuinely upset with himself. He avoided Roland's gaze until he was held, commanded to look. Taliesin looked back as if he expected punishment, nervous, twitchy.

He'd barely registered that Roland was stroking him. He blinked, had to look down to see where Roland touched him. Taliesin made a confused little moaning sound, then looked back at Roland like he was just coming back to the room. "Hand," he said, perhaps a bit too loud, uncertain of what volume he was coming in at. Taliesin didn't actually like receiving blowjobs, which he knew was unusual, made people look at him like he'd grown a second head. "Please, your hand."

[councillor-roland]

Taliesin pulled back and Roland hardly minded since he finished anyway, taking a moment or two to ride out the aftershocks before he settled back, looking down at the slave. It seemed to be happening again that...distance. Taliesin looked dazed but not blissed out from pleasure, seemed distant again like before. Roland frowned a little and made a slight face at the name. "Roland." He corrected, gently, stroking his fingers through his hair again. "And yes, you are. Very good." The slave was clearly hard but he didn't seem at all concerned with getting off and that was a little disconcerting.

Stroking his hair with one hand lightly, Roland reached for the cloth they'd used before and cleaned off Taliesin's face, tossing it away again when it was done then pulling him up beside him. "It looks like you could use some help..." He mused, turning so he was facing him and sliding his hand down Taliesin's body, wrapping his fingers around his cock and stroking him slowly. Roland was hoping to get more than those dazed reactions, to bring him back from that strange distance he seemed to always get partway through pleasure or at least by the end of it. His other hand cupped Taliesin's face and he held his gaze. "Look at me." It was gentle but still a command. "Do you want my hand or my mouth?" His stroking stopped though he left his hand on Taliesin's cock, waiting for an answer. If he was barely there it hardly seemed right to keep going. Perhaps the question would bring him back.

By the time Roland was properly fucking his face, Taliesin wasn't exactly in his body anymore. This was why he liked it so much. It took him somewhere fuzzy, half-aware, breathing exclusively through muscle memory. He let Roland move him as he liked, his hands bunched in the blankets, hips rutting thoughtlessly against the mattress. It was like he was being pulled a little to the left of reality. Roland's words glanced off him, except for the ever present good boy, which got a deep moan out of Taliesin, pulled from somewhere deep inside him.

And then Roland was pulling back. Taliesin made a whimpering noise as he was released, pulled his head back on autopilot, the way Karl had always wanted, letting Roland's cum fall on his cheeks, his lips. He looked up at Roland with huge, watery eyes, a dazed expression, most of the way to fucked-out. His cock was still hard, a flash of it visible, caught between his stomach and the bed. "I'm a good boy, Daddy?" He asked, softly, settling his head on Roland's thigh, completely unconcerned with his own pleasure.

[councillor-roland]

The confirmation and the way Taliesin looked at him clearly indicated that he could and wanted to do that. The way he started to move and a change in his scent also indicated that the slave was getting turned on again which pleased Roland. As did the rest of it, really, hitting the back of Taliesin's throat had him groaning with how good it felt even if it was brief. Surprisingly, the slave stayed down longer than Roland held him there for, like he was trying to prove something though the vampire was hardly about to complain.

He let out a breath when Taliesin pulled back, watching him, somewhat amused by the blush and his seeming embarrassment, noticing that his eyes watered slightly but he was clearly more than willing and Roland was going to do it properly this time and give him what he wanted, what they both wanted, really. The vampire stroked his fingers through Taliesin's hair gently when he opened his mouth again then took a firmer grip and forced his head down again, this time holding him there while he bucked into his mouth more than just a few times. He moaned, his head falling back against the headboard again, the other hand clenching in the sheets as the pleasure of it started to build. "You take it so well, petit prince, while I use your mouth and throat as I please. I can tell how much you like it, too. Such a good boy for me..." He trailed off with a groan, being rougher now, but still conscious of Taliesin's need to breathe. He stopped to let him take quick breaths at regular intervals but otherwise fucked his throat fairly hard, making his pleasure and appreciation known with the sounds he made. Roland kept it up until he was close. "Nearly there." He followed the warning with a French curse, loosening his grip on Taliesin's hair so he could pull off if he wanted. Either way, it wasn't much longer before his hips bucked erratically and he came hard with a sharp cry.

"Mhmm," was about as much as Taliesin could manage with his mouth around Roland's cock. He let his expression do the talking for him, eyes turned up to look at Roland as long as he could manage before Roland was pushing him all the way down. Taliesin exhaled through his nose, relaxed his throat. There was something about Roland's gentle, encouraging tone that reminded him of the first time he'd ever done this: Karl's fingers in his hair, strands of it catching on his signet ring, his whispering accent while he told Taliesin what a good boy he was being. Taliesin whimpered, his hips shifting against the mattress, his cock hardening again.

Sure enough, Roland's cock hit the back of his throat. As long as Taliesin concentrated on keeping his throat open, didn't panic, he could keep it up for quite a while. His nose bumped against Roland's pubic bone. The noise Taliesin made was perhaps a little undignified, wet, but if he wanted his face fucked, he did have to let go of his pride just a little bit. It hurt, just a little, Roland's hand fisted tight in his hair, the burn in his throat, but Taliesin wanted it, felt heat uncurling in his groin. Even when Roland let go, Taliesin determinedly held himself down a few more moments before he pulled back and gulped in some air.

A thin string of saliva connected his mouth to Roland's cock. It made Taliesin blush, wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked up at Roland again, his eyes a little wet. Then he opened his mouth again, presenting his open throat to Roland for more, no further comments or teasing.

[councillor-roland]

Roland could tell Taliesin enjoyed what he was doing and that pleased him. It was both flattering and satisfying. He did have a very talented mouth, though the slave clearly thought answering his questions was important. Roland disagreed but was also vaguely amused at the interruption. If he was going to tease him Roland certainly wouldn't complain. "Good to know." He murmured, tightening his grip in Taliesin's hair and giving an experimental tug just to test that statement. He inhaled slightly at the teasing kiss and smiled at the trust he'd apparently already won. "I won't." He assured him. Roland prided himself on being an attentive lover and that included making sure all involved continued to enjoy whatever they were doing. He shivered at the lick and huffed a laugh at the compliment. "Mmm, so glad you like it."

Roland's head fell back against the headboard with a moan as Taliesin bobbed his head again. He took a little more control, grip tight in the slave's hair, pushing his head down as he bucked up to get a little deeper. It was the bare beginnings of a facefuck, really, and Roland let him pull back to breathe more deeply and make his comment. "I want to feel it hit the back of your throat. Can you do that for me?" He purred, watching him with half lidded eyes and admiring the sight for a moment longer as he gave Taliesin that moment to catch his breath. Then Roland forced his head down more roughly than he had before, rocking his hips up hard aiming to do as he said. He groaned when he did, his eyes falling shut for a moment and thrusting a few more times before he loosened his grip so Taliesin could pull back if he wanted. As good as it felt, it was like a test to see if the other man really wanted him to be rough like that or not.

Taliesin could really lose himself in giving head. It was almost meditative for him with the way it forced him to think about his breathing, find himself within his own body. If they offered therapy that involved going down on the therapist, maybe Taleisin would have been inclined to sign up.

He pulled back, let his lips linger briefly on the head of Roland's cock while he answered his questions. "I do. And I like having my hair pulled." He pressed a teasing kiss against the tip. "I don't think you'll take it too far." There were always men that took it too far, seemed to want to make their sexual partners suffer, wanted to make every act truly, disgustingly degrading. Taliesin had already decided that Roland wasn't the type. He licked another stripe up the shaft. "You have a very pretty cock." He winked.

Then without any verbal warning, he went back down, swallowing Roland all the way to the hilt, his hands curled around Roland's thighs. Quickly, Taliesin settled into a rhythm with the movement of his head, bobbing and swallowing eagerly as his mouth slid back and forth along Roland's shaft, exhaling through his nose, his breath warm against the skin that was revealed when he pulled back to take a deeper breath. "Nice and smooth on my tongue." He let Roland's cock sit on his tongue in his open mouth to prove his point.

[councillor-roland]

Roland tended to come up with nicknames for the slaves, though they were always vaguely condescending since they were always 'little this' or 'little that'. It seemed fitting to him and it wasn't like it mattered if they protested. He gave them quite a bit of a choice compared to the other masters but in this he decided and didn't care whether or not they liked it. It amused him and that was what mattered. Taliesin, however, made no protest and that was for the best, really.

The vampire huffed dismissively at the accurate assessment. "Oui, but what's the fun in that? Having so many different options is rendered useless if they expect them all to act the same. I like variety and uniqueness." It helped keep Roland from getting bored which could happen easily. The fact that all the slaves were different was half the fun in renting them since he got to discover those differences.

The kiss was fairly brief but Roland didn't mind the little affectionate nuzzle afterwards or the smile. Taliesin had a nice smile. Clearly he was focused on something else though, intent on proving just how talented his tongue was, apparently. Roland leaned back and lazily undid and opened his robe as the slave kissed his way down, watching him languidly. His eyes hadn't really left him so their gazes met quickly when Taliesin glanced back up at him and Roland's eyebrows rose just slightly. He made a soft pleased sound when he saw and felt the other man's tongue, shivering slightly at the almost teasing passes. He threaded his fingers through Taliesin's hair, not to control his movements, at least not yet, just to touch him. "Can I?" Roland mused, pleased with the permission regardless. "Like a good facefuck, do you?" His breath hitched on the last word as Taliesin swallowed him down, making a much louder pleased sound as he tightened his grip in Taliesin's hair and rocked his hips up into the tight wet heat. Roland didn't hold his head down yet though, wanting to see what else the slave would do left to his own devices given how well he'd started.

Petit Prince. Taliesin considered the pet name. He'd had more than a few over the years, was picking even more up now, most of them patronising and, often, feminising. He preferred this to Princess, which cropped up time and time again, instinctively, out of the mouths of people who desired him. This let him retain some identity, individuality. He couldn't see Roland using it on someone else. That pleased him.

"I appreciate that you like me as I am. I get the impression that most people here would like a slave to be a blank slate for them." Or to break said slave, until they were a blank slate. It confused Taliesin endlessly. Charisma was, to him, nine-tenths of all attractiveness. If you wanted someone boring, well that was what dating apps were for.

He could taste the bloodwine in Roland's mouth. It was strange, the iron, rust-like flavour of it, but familiar. Who could say they didn't know what blood tasted like? Who'd never put a papercut in their mouth, instinctively, to stem the bleeding? It wasn't as terrible a taste as people made out. He smiled, pulled back and pressed his nose against Roland's briefly, before kissing down his stomach and turning his attention to Roland's cock, like he'd promised.

For a moment, Taliesin just nuzzled against him, looking up to check he had Roland's undivided attention. Only when he'd caught Roland's eye did he open his mouth, showing Roland a flash of his tongue before he licked him, tongue flicking over the head before travelling down to the root. God, Taliesin loved sucking cock. "You can be rough with me, if you like." He settled himself into a comfortable position, then got to work properly, opening his mouth obscenely and swallowing Roland down.

[councillor-roland]

Roland laughed at the admission. "I'll bet you have. How delightfully naughty of you, petit prince." He teased, clearly more pleased by the information than anything else. The nickname seemed fitting, given how accustomed Taliesin clearly was to luxury. The vampire's expression soured a little at the mention of a council meeting and he took another sip of his wine. "There are no slaves in the council chamber as yet, though I wouldn't be surprised if it changed. It might make things more endurable in there." His tone was decidedly bitter but he shoved that away. Roland was trying to enjoy himself, after all. "It's a constant trial." There, his tone was sweeter again, more playful. He'd much rather discuss how distracting everyone in the castle was than the council.

The vampire tossed his hair back playfully as he was rightfully called an exhibitionist. "You've caught me though I don't see why I shouldn't be when I have so much to show off..." He appreciated the touch and finally finished his drink, setting the glass aside and pulling Taliesin smoothly onto his lap. "You shouldn't but some like to be more coy or are too afraid to admire openly. I like that you're bold." He slid an arm around the slave's waist and slid his fingers over his jaw, pulling him in for another kiss, smiling as he tasted the bourbon on Taliesin's tongue.

"Mhmm. I've sat in on a number of important business meetings from under a desk." That was Taliesin's dogged pursuit of powerful, older men that got him into that kind of trouble. Once the man's wife had even been in the meeting. Taliesin liked to live dangerously in that department, had ruined more than his fair share of marriages. "I suppose eventually it'll be one of your council meetings. How you get anything done all day with so many pretty boys to distract you is beyond my understanding."

Taliesin wasn't sure what he would do if the positions were reversed, if it was him wandering around Krovs with unfettered access to an entire catalogue of beautiful slaves. He suspected he'd still be throwing himself at the feet of older, more powerful vampires. Vanity, however, it seemed that he and Roland were alike in. Taliesin liked to feel an appreciative eye sliding over him, wasn't so bratty as to withhold it when he found someone worthy of his own gaze. He trusted they wouldn't mind, would be delighted to have his attention, and most always he was correct. "Exhibitionist," Taliesin chuckled, idly stroking a hand over Roland's bicep. "Why wouldn't I be, if something is deserving of them?"

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn spent a last few moments toying with the dramatic lipstick look his costume called for before he deemed himself acceptable, tugging on his fingerless gloves as his eyes roamed to find where he'd chucked his jacket for the night. They landed inevitably on the very lovely sight of the slave from behind as Taliesin fished through the jewelry box, a satisfied smile tugging at Gwyn's lips as he ran his gaze up those slender legs, the silky romper just as vanishingly short in the back as the front. Taliesin was already a pleasure to ogle, but the platforms really did do wonderful things for the human's calves.

"Eager," Gwyn teased approvingly, coming up beside Taliesin to fish a sparkly bracelet from the opened box, propping his heeled foot up on a half-open drawer to fasten the trinket around his ankle and tilting it to watch the diamonds catch the light with an approving nod. "That should it for us both. What an unassuming sight poor Dair will be between the two of us!" The sith laughed, the two of them painted and glittery and boosted up to the high heavens side by side. "Perhaps I should bring another pair of stockings just in case he feels left out." Gwyn plucked up the little pouch, carefully cinching it before tucking the goodies into his corset, flashing Taliesin a wink. "Or we can just let him enjoy being surrounded on all sides by such pretty things. Shall we?"

Dutifully, Taliesin strode across the room and put on the heels, taking care to make sure the straps lay the way they were supposed to. Even before he put the heels on, Taliesin's legs were long and graceful, his body tall and slender. With the added inches, he towered, like some kind of runway model. The costume brought it out of him, the glamour that Taliesin had always carried with him before he came to Krovs. He slipped the wings down from their hook, but didn't put them on just yet. He imagined there wouldn't be room for him to wear them in the car.

Instead, he turned his attention to the jewelry box. There was plenty to attract Taliesin's attention within - shiny jewels that called to him. Taliesin had always thought about having his ears pierced but never gone through with it, terrified of provoking his mother's ire. Maybe he could now, he thought, and then rebuked himself. His body was not his own anymore. He pushed the earrings aside, reached for the drawstring pouch, opening it to examine the colourful pills within, printed with faeries. He fished out a pink one and looked at Gwyn as he pressed it to his tongue, swallowed. "Now. It might have kicked in by the time we get there."

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn made himself be responsible and finish up his own makeup once the bed was reasonably tidied from their little diversion, which mostly involved tossing certain things aside to be dealt with later. He slid into his own heels, adjusted the lingerie that made up most of the outfit, delighted and amused by his own reflection as he teased his curls out even more outrageously. The sith always took a special pleasure in preparing for a night out, especially one that promised to be so diverting.

His eyes shifted in the mirror to admire Taliesin emerging from the bathroom refreshed. "Your heels are just over there, darling," Gwyn gestured with his comb, a laugh escaping him at Taliesin's voiced preference, "Would you now? I could make that happen, certainly, though I can't guarantee you won't want a drink later anyways. Go look in the little jewelry box over on the dresser." He'd stashed his goodies to hand out for the night amidst scattered odd earrings and rings. It seemed only fair if the slaves he'd rented for the night got first dibs. "Would you rather start now or once me make it to the car?"

"Mhmm. Yes, we should..." Taliesin almost didn't want to go now, feeling as good and relaxed as he did now. Even so, he extracted himself from Gwyn's arms and slipped out of the play suit entirely. His nipples were quite red now, showing the first signs of bruising where Gwyn had tormented them. The tape over his cock had ballooned in an unsightly fashion and was peeling away from his skin, far too moist to retain integrity. He'd have to redo it.

He strode into the bathroom on his long, graceful legs and quickly set to wiping himself down and taping himself back into place. "I don't know if I want to drink. Normally when I got out like this, I'd just pop a pill or something." Taliesin preferred it, generally, the high of a little ecstasy, to the weight of alcohol swishing around in his stomach. A pill took his mind off the calories in all the sugary drinks. The tape made a horrible ripping sound as he secured himself, but Taliesin didn't flinch. Within a few minutes, he was back in the bedroom, pulling the romper on over the fresh tape.

[ravisurendra]

Soren let out a long breath, still not totally relaxed enough to sink down into a seat in the armchair across from Taliesin. He was trying to wrap his head around the idea of a 'nice' master and failing - who could be nice who would come to such a place and fork over money for complete control over someone else's life? But Taliesin was the one who was managing this Gwyn and Soren wouldn't argue with his assessment when the two of them were clearly in separate worlds now, playing by separate rules. Or was it just that Soren hadn't cottoned onto those rules yet?

He could pick up on Taliesin's mounting anxiety, the best thing for tempering his own, and Soren made himself side on the couch beside him. The solution was obvious now that he thought of it, though it made his heart sink, bringing into sharp focus how fleeting their time together was and how precarious their positions. "I hear you, I think I can fix this. I'll have to get in touch with the coun- with Stigr. We've... spoken. He might be able to arrange a way to get you home. Does that sound alright?"

"Gwyn's..." Taliesin paused, having found his mouth in motion before he'd really understood the question. One of them? Gwyn had been plenty nice, had even slipped Taliesin the molly, had placed himself squarely in the group of people that Taliesin felt safe and comfortable around. But it wouldn't look like that to Soren, on the outside, peering in. "He's nice. A little odd, given the whole fae thing. But yes, he'd a Master."

Taliesin was finally enjoying a cup of tea at a reasonable temperate, and, having realised how thirsty he'd become, drained the mug and placed it on the coffee table. "I'm not sure I could walk back to the club," he said suddenly, looking down at his bruised and blistered feet. He felt like a failure, having abandoned Adra like that, but he wasn't sure what else there was to do. Someone would make sure Adra made it home safely, no doubt, given that he'd enamoured himself to so man people. "I can't sleep here. I have to go, before they realise where I am and who you are." He could feel himself getting anxious again, worked up in his fear for Soren's safety. "You're in so much danger, Soren."

[councillor-roland]

The idea of being spoiled clearly pleased Taliesin though he didn't harp on it too much. That was to his credit. Even if he was used to being demanding in his life before it was likely best to be more subdued given that he was a slave now. In spite of the oddness after their first round, Roland was finding Taliesin rather amusing and he would likely rent him again. He'd been just what Roland needed and wanted to keep himself occupied for a while.

"Non? I'm looking forward to it then." Clearly Taliesin thought much of his skill which was amusing since he was only human. Roland had slept with most known species, some of which were specifically designed to be supernaturally talented in the bedroom. Still, perhaps Taliesin did have as skilled a tongue as he seemed to think. While the slave finished his drink quickly and set to admiring him, Roland lingered over his. Unless he was trying to get drunk for a specific reason, he didn't tend to drink too fast, though he took another elegant sip as Taliesin drank him in. Roland didn't mind in the least, of course, he rather enjoyed it. He leaned back against the headboard a little more deliberately, showing himself off, inviting Taliesin to look at him all he wanted, though he had put the robe on. He'd leave it for now, it would likely come off again soon. "You're very straightforward in your admiration." Roland noted, smirking. "I like that you obviously like looking at me." Some slaves were shy and stole glances but Roland enjoyed boldness, like Taliesin was displaying.

Taliesin wasn't so crass as to labour his point about being spoiled. He knew that, usually, the more he pushed, the less he got. Instead he smirked into his glass, a hint of colour in his cheeks, pleased with his own teasing and mischief. At his best, Taliesin was congenial, charming, playful and Roland had certainly brought it out in him. How he'd been taught to cultivate that in himself was perhaps not as delightful a tale.

"You have no idea." Taliesin knew he had a devious tongue. He'd heard it from the lips of every man that tumbled into his bed. Plenty of them had become obsessed with it, desperate for more, angered, crying, when Taliesin inevitably turned them away. He finished his drink, his eyebrows raised, a giggle caught in his throat. He wondered if he could make Roland scream, strip away all those manners, that propriety. Taliesin loved to take a man apart like that. He settled his glass on the side-table, propped himself up on his elbow and let himself look at Roland. Very pretty. Taliesin would have been pleased with himself over him, before he came to Krovs.