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Infusco => INFUSCO: Enter The Shadows => Venture => Topic started by: Maxpphire on January 02, 2020, 09:15:35 PM
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Open Thread
The night had brought both good and bad things for Dreki, and given the stress he had been under, he just couldn't take it anymore. After dropping his laptop and work stuff back at home, he came to Venture. He knew his reason for visiting was a couple of steps backwards for him, but really, you can't feel like shit if you're too busy feeling pleasure. He also felt a sense of comfort in this bar. Not only was it ran by people who practically saved him, but it was more open on the whole supernatural stuff.
His first stop was the bar, got his usual drink, a whiskey straight. He made his way to a table and sat down, starting to drink his drink. Without worries of stomach issues any longer, he was free to drink basically as much as he felt like. Part of him wondered if Ari was around, remember their first interaction before they saved him, that Ari seemed interested him in, to have a night of fun. Another part of him wondered if Jeanne was around. Would she be disappointed that despite him trying to get away from one night stands, he was out in search of one?
He relaxed in his chair as he watched the people in there walk around, finding people to have a little fun and feed with, sitting and chatting, just the movement of Venture, as he sat by myself, taking in the atmosphere, and drinking. Wondering what the rest of his night bring in, whether he just get really drunk, or leave with someone for the night, either way, better than feeling pity at home alone.
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It was the night after Kerr's return when things were still strained and unusual between them. Ben knew he was the one keeping them apart but the hurt had run deep and he wasn't ready to bring their relationship back to normal. It was easier just to let time pass. There were more VIPs in the suites at the Luminary now and the donors were on a strict rotation that he didn't want to interfere with. Cain had been drunk from a few too many times the past week and needed a break. Instead of using the Lovebite app or drinking blood supplied from Brannigans, he told Kerr that he was going to Venture. The memory played out in his head.
Wearing an olive green long sleeve button-up paired with light grey jeans and matte black belt and shoes, Ben checked out his attire in the mirror. He didn't look like a clubber but he didn't look like he was ready to go to work, either. There was something missing. Not usually a fan of wearing jewellery, he undid the top two buttons at his throat so a glint of a thick silver chain could be seen. It caught the light in a way he liked and made him look a little less mannequin-y. After some deliberation he rolled his sleeves up to just below his elbows. Yes, that was it.
A spray of cologne later he was moving through the living room. Kerr was there, not having gone downstairs to his office yet. Before he could be asked, Ben explained himself.
"I'm going to Venture to pick up a fresh drink and maybe something more. I'll be a while."
He said it without looking at Kerr's face but once his words were out he lifted his gaze, anticipating some commentary. He didn't know what to expect but Kerr's response surprised him nonetheless.
"Okay."
Mollified, Ben left the penthouse, glad that Cain wasn't there to inject his two cents worth.
And now here he was, at Venture on a surprisingly busy night, moving through a throng of bodies that parted to let him through because not only was he a vampire but he was recognised by most of the people here. They'd all been to the carnival, all heard his radio interview, all seen the posters and ads and read the articles (most of them kind, some of them scathing), they all knew he was part of Lovebite and the Academy, and he was also the Sacramentum golden child. This had been his haunt for a long time but he'd never moved through it with people greeting him by his name in passing.
'Hi Ben' / 'Hey Ben, how you doing?' / 'Ben, over here' / 'Hey it's Ben Samson' / 'Heeey Ben'
He didn't stop for any of them but was eager to position himself somewhere that he wouldn't be bothered too much. Choosing someone was always a way to fob the crowds off. Generally when someone attached to another they were left alone... unless that attachment was another vampire.
He immediately recognised Dreki on one of the couches and there was a space beside him as well. He headed for it with determination and smoothly dropped onto the cushion beside him.
"Hey, Dreki. It's Ben," he said, always a little confused about how much the lecturer could see. He'd already conversed about it with the other blond but that was a while back now and it hadn't really been something he'd understood even then. "What are you up to? Can I get you another drink?" he asked, seeing that the whiskey Dreki was nursing was almost finished. It had only been a finger's shot worth.
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Even though he was looking for some fun, he had intentionally sat kind of in the back. He had been wanting someone to feel it necessary to come up to him. After having been rejected, it was his way of trying to get someone to seek him out, to make him feel less rejected and at least wanted by someone, even if that want was only friendly, or lust, it was still a semblance of being chosen over someone else. However by the time he had almost finished his drink he had heard a familiar voice, one he wouldn't have expected to hear but was not entirely unwelcomed. He didn't know his employer entirely all too well, he was always professional and polite, and had always been met with the same respect.
"Hi Ben, not up to much really, just unwinding from a stressful time. I would be happy to take a refill on the drink." he responded, finishing off his glass. He was a little worried, as it was rather recently he took about a week off, due to both health problems and bereavement related. He did keep who he needed to updated at both of his jobs, but it also wasn't a thing he wanted to talk about. He also didn't want to let Ben onto his actual intentions, it felt uncomfortable to him to tell his employer that he was there looking for something more sexual in nature. He had kept his interactions with Ben very professional up to this point. This was a more informal setting and thus he was willing to be a little more informal, but wasn't sure just how well he could pull of being informal with Ben, without the help of alcohol. Once the second drink was in his hand, he continued the conversation.
"So, what are you up to?" He asked, as Ben had asked him. Also slightly curious as while he wasn't surprised to see Ben in a vampire bar, that part made sense, but the fact that Ben approached him, out of anyone else in the place, was what made him curious. He had wondered if it was because he was a familiar face, or if there was some other reason to it.
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Ben knew that the bar staff at Venture hated when vampires who weren't family pressed their orders into their minds and generally the clientele were served just the once and told not to do it again or they would be ignored. Ben had heard the complaints but he'd never done it himself. This time he tried it, reaching mental fingers over the crowd to reach Hailey who was stacking an order of drinks onto her tray. He identified himself, asked for a whiskey double and how to find him then apologised. From where he was sitting - the couch was on a slightly raised level since it was at the back of the lounge - he could easily see the way she'd stood ramrod straight when the order came at her. He pulled out of her mind and was so sure he would be chastised upon delivery that he was surprised when she arrived with the drink and delivered it to him with a smile and a nod before doing the rest of her deliveries. Huh.
Only when the second drink was in Dreki's hands, he finally turned the question back to Ben.
"I'm here for a drink myself," Ben admitted. "Different kind though."
More words were on the tip of his tongue but he wasn't sure if he should voice them because they were technically employee and boss. Except Dreki and he hadn't had much to do with one another - none of the new staff had, really. He'd met with all of them but Dreki had been one of the later lecturers to join when the Academy had been built rather than when it used to be at Haven Crest and so Ichabod had been the person to speak with and directly manage the staff and their timetable. Now that responsibility belonged to Zim Parry, the imp that was Dean had become the lecturers' direct boss. Ben was now just the guy that signed the cheques. With that thought in mind, he pressed on.
"I'm hoping for a particular type of reaction to the bite," he said, leaving the comment open to see if Dreki was interested in pursuing it.
Sitting beside Dreki he was aware how healthy the other looked now. Because he didn't see him all the time the difference was notable. Ben's assessment of him wasn't really so discreet but it went without comment. He wasn't about to say how badly Dreki looked before or get into all of that. He didn't want to talk about the Academy, either.
He was curious about what kind of reaction Dreki would have and how he would taste. Ben had never commented that he knew Dreki wasn't human - he could smell the difference, but he had never been able to pinpoint what Dreki actually was. Sitting this close, twisted a little towards him and leaning in as if he needed that intimacy to hear one another over the noise of conversations (more for Dreki's benefit than his own, for Ben heard fine, but it was a habit when he picked up at Venture because mortal hearing wasn't the greatest, though at least the music down here wasn't half as loud as the dance music upstairs), Ben thought that maybe Dreki's unusual scent was stronger.
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He took a sip of his drink while he listened to Ben, and realized what Ben was likely looking for. Several thoughts ran through his mind and he debated on just how bad of an idea such a thing would be. Sure Ben had been the one to interview and hire him, but they didn't interact much in the school. Occasionally Ben would come to all the staff with special events, such as the carnival, asking for input, sometimes appear for the staff meetings, and probably was the one who had appeared in his class that one or two times in the beginning to see how things were going, but that wasn't really an interaction since they would usually leave after a bit and not talk or interrupt things. He couldn't even confirm if that even was Ben or someone else staff wise, it could have been Sam for all he knew.
He had noticed Ben looking him up and down, and even moved closer. He wondered if Ben could pick up on things about him that other vampires had. He knew that Sam and Ari at least picked up on him not exactly being human before they went over to him and started to talk to him for their first times, he wasn't sure how they were all figuring out. Hell, even non-vampires seemed to be able to do that, given how Remi was ever so blunt about it. His thoughts had gone to that moment again, being reminded of Remi and Sam, went back to when Remi had grabbed Sam's hand. With that has a bit of a motivating factor, he turned a bit to face Ben as well, now that they were chatting.
"Oh? And what kind of reaction would that be?" He asked in a somewhat casually playful tone, as if he was feigning ignorance as to what Ben was getting at. He took a decent sided gulp out of his second drink. Another thing that concerned him was, wasn't Ben with Kerr? The academy was named after Kerr after all, he had assumed a close relationship between the two of them, as even in the carnival, when Ben did his meet and greets, Kerr was behind him in some kind of a supportive role.
He wasn't big into the idea that Ben was technically his employer, or that he might be helping Ben cheat on someone. If that latter part was the case, it could, and very likely would, seriously fuck up his career. The academy was his better paying job, and while he would be financially fine without it, he wouldn't be very mentally fine without it. He honestly loved teaching the class he did, he had learned a lot about other kinds of supernaturals and as much as he helped the students learn more about other cultures and in generally how to deal with unruly humans due to their own misconceptions, it had helped him too. He had refused to be a homewrecker even back when he had commonly done one night stands. He wasn't about to start now, even with one bad decision compounding upon each other now at this point. Relapsing back into fucking his emotions away, his employer being the one to approch him about even such a possibility, it was becoming one hell of a night.
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With Dreki responding positively with only the briefest of hesitation, Ben assessed him once more. Dreki had always been taller than him but with minimum bulk. He could see that Dreki's clothes were tighter on him now, like he'd put on weight in the form of muscle. His face was a bit more feminine than Ben usually liked but perhaps that was because the other had soft expressions. He didn't know a whole lot about Dreki and he could see there were two clear paths laid out for him: He could chat with this man and learn more about him, build a solid friendship to draw on. Or he could flirt with him and take him to a booth, drink from him and have sex. As long as everything went well of course.
"My favourite one," Ben said, his smile heard in his voice. The coy answer wasn't satisfying for him so he pursued something a little more. "Which one are you? I'll let you know if its what I like." They were close enough that their legs touched and Ben debated putting his hand on Dreki's thigh. He decided to wait on that a moment.
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"The sensitive kind, or so I'm told," he hinted at, still being coy in his answers until another swig of his drink, finishing it, and a more serious tone crept from his voice, "Who is Kerr to you?" He placed his hand on his knee, the knee of the same leg that was touching Ben's.
"You don't have to go in depth with that, but if it is romantic, mostly I just want to know that there won't be repercussions for me if this continues. I like my job at the academy, you know." In that alone, it was clear that Dreki understood sex was on the table. While the alcohol was beginning to hit him a bit more, he could feel, and see, that he was becoming a bit more than tipsy. It's been a while since he last drank and he knew he wasn't very large so he wasn't surprised, and he could still mostly make things out, but the lines were starting to become wobbly.
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Ben was momentarily confused by the answer. The sensitive kind? He supposed that meant not the erotic kind then, the one that was put into a relaxed daze when drunk from. Not Ben's favourite kind then. His disappointment was only in his eyes, which Dreki couldn't see anyway, but Ben's interest piqued again when the other blond set a hand upon his leg and asked a forthright question about Kerr.
"He's my sire and partner, but our relationship is open and includes others," Ben said, fairly sure Dreki would accept such terms. He hadn't expected the softly spoken lecturer to even be in a club like this let alone want to hook up. He'd always dismissed him as a quiet, reserved type. Introverted. Prudish. More like Ben had been as a mortal. Nothing like what Ben was now. "He knows I'm here for a little something something," he said, smirking as he distanced his emotions with humour.
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"I see, well, I suppose I should warn you of how sensitive I am. First time I was fed from my neck, the person doing so was just grinding against me and I finished. Honestly it was kind of embarrassing, particularly since I'm not exactly a stranger to sex." He mentioned with a small chuckle, speaking more lightheartedly and dropping the hint that this was not uncommon for him to have seek out sex, although it kind of was now. While Hofflan had fed from him before that point, it was always from his wrist, and never was erotic. Maybe because it was his adoptive dad? An asshole doing asshole things to him? Non-consensual? Either way, neither of those things he really felt the need to explain or say to Ben.
"I assume you can do a good job making sure that doesn't get out of hand?" He asked, all the while his hand had moved from his knee, to Ben's, fingers resting on the inside of Ben's leg, as he lightly and slowly move his hand upwards, stopping midway up the thigh. It being clear that he did indeed accept Ben's answer about Kerr.
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Ben laughed his surprise at being told about the 'finishing'. Still chuckling he said, "I'll work around it."
He shifted when Dreki's hand moved up his leg, stirring his body in a way that made him impatient for things to start moving. They'd both consented, why wait?
"Let's go somewhere more private," he said, freeing Dreki from his empty whiskey glass and placing it on a low table a short distance away. He used the momentum to stand fluidly, turning his hand to grip Dreki's in his own and then leading him elsewhere. He mentioned the step down from the low dais where the couches had been positioned, aware that Dreki had consumed three drinks (in two glasses) that Ben knew about.
Ben didn't take him to the booths downstairs, they were small and cramped and he wanted to use one of the sofas found in the two-way mirror rooms. He led Dreki through the crowd upstairs, where the music shifted from the bluesy jazz to energetic techno and got a great deal louder before it was muffled once Ben found them a room to enter and slid the glass door into place, locking it for people on the outside. Anyone using the handle on this side could get out.
He paused for a second, considering pushing Dreki against the wall and getting started with something steamy there, but he decided against it and led him to the couch instead, Ben's gaze falling on the decorative flower-shaped narrow bowl that normally held packets of complimentary condoms and lube. It wasn't as full as usual but Ben saw they had what they needed.
"There's a couch here," Ben said, pulling Dreki all the way up to it. Since the blond seemed enthused, Ben sat down on the couch first, his hand still holding Dreki so the other would know that there'd been a change in position. Ben looked up at him, not pulling on his hand to sit him down, not leading him anywhere. Dreki's move would come from him alone.
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He allowed Ben to lead the way to the rooms, having never really done anything here and thus wasn't sure exactly if it was set up for those who got horny, but indeed it seemed to be. He had noticed how Ben had lead him, reminded him kind of how Sam did. He didn't remember having mentioned to Ben that he was blind, but assumed that Digital couldn't have set up that special workstation without some kind of approval above Sam's head.
"I can see that." He said playfully, and in a way, letting Ben know in a gentle way that his vision wasn't yet totally worthless. He moved himself directly onto Ben's lap, straddling him, instead of the couch first, as he could tell that Ben had sat down even if he hadn't been holding his hand. He hadn't quite realized he had drank 3 drinks worth, mostly because he went by the number of actual glasses he held in a night over the amount. He leaned in, first touching his forehead against Ben's. Trying to focus his eyes to be able to see Ben's face a bit better seemed troublesome, he was able to do so, but he had wondered if he was just more sensitive to the alcohol than he had expected as it really only just started to hit him not long after that second glass.
"Not sure what I expected, but you're definitely handsome," he mentioned in a more quiet and relaxed tone, then moved the position of his head so they were no longer touching foreheads, but lips. He had closed his eyes and brought his hands up to Ben's face as he made that move. The palms of his hands were on Ben's cheeks, and his fingers having wrapped around the back of Ben's head when he started the kiss, but would make their way down to Ben's shoulders not long after the kissing had started. It was his way of centering himself, making sure he wouldn't miss Ben's lips with his own.
It wouldn't take him long to get hard, nor did his dress pants leave much to the imagination. While the fabric was pulled taut given how he was sitting on Ben's lap, it wasn't anywhere near as restricting as denim could be.
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And so it began with Dreki straddling him - something he'd hoped for but hadn't wanted to presume. He was surprised by the comment about the couch, unsure if it was a joke and if Ben had assumed too much from what he knew of Dreki's vision. He didn't know if he just saw differently or if it was impaired by a certain degree. With his face so close and the comment about Ben being handsome, he took it to mean that his assumption about Dreki's sight wasn't that far off.
Not that it mattered. They'd be going by feel anyway.
He closed his eyes when the kiss began, a habit he had. His own hands were on Dreki's thighs, holding him in place, but as Dreki's hands moved back and down, he moved his own hands back to grip Dreki's backside before pulling his shirt out of his pants and discovering another layer that he had to work his hands under as well. After a short delay he was finally sliding cool hands up, the skin on skin contact delicious as his hands roamed the muscles of Dreki's back. The kiss deepened by degrees as Ben's wrists worked Dreki's shirt up. Neither of them were wearing a tee so buttons would have to be dealt with. Ben would get around to it, he was still getting into the zone, though he was mostly already there because he could feel he was already hard and squashed inside of his jeans.
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He had enjoyed the feel of the cool hands making their way up his back, as his hands moved downward and began working on the buttons of Ben's shirt. He was clearly already in the zone himself. His upper back had a couple of differences from most others. While his muscles were on the lean side, his upper back would feel more dense than that of most others, and while he didn't particularly have broad shoulders, it did feel like he could easily support someone sitting on his shoulders, or even lift himself up off a ledge with ease. Also there were a couple of burn scars up there by his shoulder blades. They had always been easy for him to forget about since he rarely ever touched his back with his bare hands, and his wings didn't burn him anymore, so it was pushed out of his mind that they used to hurt.
He easily matched the deeping of the kiss, making soft sighs when he could while he breathed out as he was very much enjoying himself in the moment. All of his worries, sadness, everything had melted away as enjoyment and pleasure took over. Once Ben's shirt was unbuttoned, he moved his warm hands inside, starting at Ben's abs, he slowly moved his way to Ben's sides, then back, while also moving upwards. He used that as a way to pull himself and Ben closer together. Allowing his hips to move closer until his tip had touched Ben's lower abdomen, and he could feel Ben's restricted length against his leg. It took a bit or restraint to not buck his hips forward as he moved that close. He was taking this time to focus on the cooling sensation of Ben's body against the warmth of his own, how it was sensually moving across his back, how it felt against the palms of his hands, on both the scarred and normal palm.
He craved more, as he pulled away from the kiss and moved to Ben's ear and whispered "I both top and bottom, what do you prefer?" and while waiting for Ben to make his choice he took Ben's earlobe in his mouth, stabilizing it lightly between his teeth, and using his tongue to trace the edge of it.
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"I'm the same," Ben said, then grunted and sighed when his earlobe was sucked and nibbled. It sent a shiver along his body, causing him to reflexively buck beneath Dreki. "But I'm in the mood to fuck," he gasped. His ass was mostly perched on the edge of the seat because of how the other had pulled him forward so he leant back, sacrificing the attention on his ear so he could work the buttons off Dreki's shirt. He did it quickly with an intense focus, knowing there was a second layer they would have to work through.
As soon as the buttons were undone, he shoved the shirt off Dreki's shoulders. For the moment that the other was trapped in it, held at the elbows, Ben sat up again and kissed him with greater demand, his kisses aggressive and different to how they'd begun.
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He couldn't help but let a smile make it's way across his mouth. While it had been a while since he last had sex, it had been even longer since he bottomed. He couldn't help except to be a bit excited for it. Feeling Ben buck beneath him had let him know that he was at least touching upon the right buttons, and not long after, Ben was undoing the ones on his shirt. He relaxed his arms fully expecting the shirt to just fall behind him, but it had stopped at his elbows and Ben started to kiss him again. These kisses felt hungrier to him. Hungrier for sex? Blood? He didn't care at this point with how Ben decided to proceed at this point, but he craved for more, and his kisses would reflect that.
He flicked his arms behind him, allowing his button up shirt off the rest of the way. Once his arms were free, his hands made their way to Ben's hips, moving from the sides to the front, searching out the button to the jeans Ben wore. It didn't take him long to undo it, and once that was done, he pulled the zipper down. While he did this, he moved his legs into a better position. Instead of pretty much kneeling on either side of Ben, he had moved them to now being loosely wrapped around the Vampire's hips. He reached his hand inside Ben's pants, releasing him from the confides of his pants. The corner of Dreki's lips turned upwards while they kissed. He lightly dragged his fingertips up Ben's dick, and would continue the light touches until forced to stop.
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Ben hissed his pleasure and groaned it when Dreki's hand freed and touched him. The teases caused more shivers to wrack his body and he bucked and writhed beneath the other's ministrations. He still had his undershirt on and Ben was beginning to grow impatient at their state of dress.
He worked the undershirt off, momentarily removing those pleasuring fingers as the shirt was raised over Dreki's head and then tossed aside. Ben worked on Dreki's pants next, even as he shuffled and shifted beneath him, kicking off his own shoes at the same time. The movements caused him to shift and move in Dreki's loose touches, teasing himself all the more.
He slid his hands up Dreki's chest, sides and back, soon growled his growing want. He swivelled and dumped Dreki sideways onto the cushions, following after him and chasing down his lips for some more heated kisses before he worked his way down Dreki's throat, pausing to contain himself at the blood he could feel and smell beneath the surface at his neck.
"What are you?" he asked softly, not waiting for an answer but kissing and licking a path down Dreki's bare chest, his hands following, thumbs tweaking nipples, caressing the bulge of muscles wherever they appeared. Working his way down so he could take off Dreki's pants. His own pants were sliding off his hips, having been undone. He would get rid of them both soon.
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He moved mostly with the flow, whatever Ben did, he allowed the actions to happen with ease. Once tossed onto the couch, he had quickly swiveled onto his back as Ben followed him down allowing for better ease of reach on pretty much everything important. When the kissing resumed, one of his hands made it to Ben's back, and the other to the back of Ben's head, lightly resting upon it to allow freedom of movement.
When Ben moved down to his neck, it was clear that he was sensitive to touch there as his already increased heart rate increased ever so slightly more, a shiver of pleasure went down his spine as he hissed, and he bucked his hips against Ben. He gripped Ben slightly tighter while at his neck, and his grip loosening as Ben went down and away. Eventually both of his hands ended up on Ben's head, fingers entwined with hair, as he played around, giving a light scalp massage. He kicked his shoes off at this point while Ben moved downwards, knowing his pants were likely soon to follow.
"Part Angel," He responded breathily once he got used to Ben's touches in this position. He was in no mood to act coy or even to want to explain that further right now, mostly he just wanted his pants gone, to be lubed up, and to feel Ben inside him.
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"Part... angel," Ben repeated breathily, looking up Dreki's torso at the face of the other. It explained the androgonous quality of his face, Ben thought, but it also confused what he knew of angels. Couldn't they impart blessings? Heal like vampires could heal (or better)? It made him reassess his reassessment of Dreki's vision once more. Maybe something magical was going on there. Maybe he saw in infra-red.
His thoughts were fleeting, unimportant and lasted less than a second in his mind. He had a warm body before him, lean, masculine and willing. Tonguing a fang at the idea of tasting something new - later - Ben returned his lips to Dreki's torso, teasing his abdomen with soft kisses and licks to see if he was ticklish here, too.
He crawled backwards off Dreki's body onto the long couch, finally arriving at the waistband of his pants. Ben ended up stepping off onto the floor and while standing he kicked Dreki's shoes out of the way, removed pants and underwear and socks or whatever else was in the way to the part-angel being naked. His jeans slid partially down on their own but he stepped out of them, too. Admiring the naked man lying on the couch in wait for him, Ben grabbed a lube packet and kept it in hand as he knelt back on the couch again.
On all fours he urged Dreki's legs apart so he could kiss and lick Dreki's inner thigh as a tease. Then he moved to the other side, teasing until he was satisfied that Dreki had had enough of that. He moved to Dreki's shaft next, licking up it before engulfing the head. He moved slowly because he was fiddling with the lube packet now, getting it open to wet his fingers before one of them pressed at Dreki's hole, begging entrance.
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He could tell that he was officially drunk, as when he looked at Ben, hearing the echo of what he said from Ben's mouth, the outlines he normally saw, were just fuzzy and incoherent. He closed his eyes as he focused on feeling Ben move down his body, and while he wasn't as sensitive elsewhere as he was on his neck, it was clear that he was enjoying the touches, as he bucked his hips with anticipation when Ben finally made it to his waistband.
After the rest of his clothes were removed, he felt kind of vulnerable in the position that he was in. Since he was more focused on the pleasure of the situation, instead of his thoughts, that translated into a light tingling but pleasurable sensation throughout his body that was easily amplified when Ben started to kiss, lick, and tease his inner thighs causing him to shiver. When Ben moved to his shaft, and then his head, he sighed in pleasure. A sigh that turned into a moan as he felt a finger enter him. He gripped the couch as he started to use his muscles to push against the finger inside of him, enjoying the sensation, craving more, and just enjoying losing himself in the moment.
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His fingers slick, Ben pushed them inside Dreki's body. The first one went easily, slowly, wriggling a gentle path to apply pressure and delight. In the same rhythm he lowered his mouth onto the thick shaft. He kept the rhythm slow and perfunctory, function over passion, intent on providing pleasure rather than taking any for himself. There was a kind of analytical, measured quality to sex with Dreki that he hadn't experienced with anyone else except for Cain. It was strange that he would look at Dreki in the same way that he looked at his mortal pet. What did that mean? Was it because he was the employer, of a kind?
He cast his thoughts aside and focussed on the task. He added a second finger. He used Dreki's reactions as prompts for whether he was comfortable or not. Because Dreki wasn't directing his head this time, Ben stopped sucking and knelt up, looking down at Dreki squirming below him. This moment would colour his thoughts when they were at the Academy together, he figured. There would always be this secret moment between them. Well, he hoped it would be a secret moment between them. He didn't think Dreki would tell everyone.
He leant forward and held himself over the other blonde, holding himself above the other with his left hand on the cushion and his arm braced. His right hand continued moving, fingers scissoring. He bit his lower lip as he imagined what that felt like to the other.
"Beg me," Ben said, feeling as though Dreki's body had been prepared enough. He began fucking Dreki with his fingers, but surely that wouldn't be enough?
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He was certainly enjoying what Ben was doing to him, the noises and the little ways he squirmed works be proof enough. When he had felt Ben remove his mouth, Dreki figured then it was going to shift into the main delight and while he wasn't wrong, Ben's request did catch him off guard. He wasn't expecting it even though he knew it was a common turn on during sex. It wasn't the fact that Ben had said it either, it was the fact that he was asked to be put in a more submissive role. He was at conflict with himself about that, in a way he'd have to explore, later.
"Please, fuck me," he half moaned to Ben in a begging tone, looking in the direction Ben's voice came from for sure more than ready for it by now, he had been trying to constantly shift himself to take more of Ben's fingers in even if Ben was already at the knuckle. "I n-need something more filling, please" being aware enough that Ben could always just spring back saying that he was fucking Dreki, with fingers, but the fingers were simply not enough.
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Ben narrowed his eyes before lowering his gaze, keeping it off Dreki's face and onto his body. There was something oddly... difficult... about this. It was like performing for an unseen audience. At this thought he glanced over at the two-way glass, seeing the busy crowd just on the other side of it who could only see their own reflections, not what was happening behind. He looked back at Dreki's prone form and removed his fingers, only so he could to get to business applying lube onto his cock.
There was something passionless, something artless about what they were doing. It was a mechanical thing; he was picking up on the fact that neither of them were really all that interested in the other. They were fulfilling a need most primal. They'd both come here to get laid and nothing more. Why was it so different with Dreki than with the other mortals who came here begging to be used? What was missing?
He pushed the thought away and it went with a whine but at least it went. He was in the mood to fuck, he'd said, and that hadn't changed. He'd ordered Dreki to beg for him, and he'd begged, and Ben knew that was real even though it was forced. Dreki wanted it. Ben wanted it.
With dick in hand Ben moved into position so he could easily aim himself into Dreki, the tight cavity a welcome treat. He sighed his relief when pushing in, not thrusting, not yet. His thoughts finally offered him peace as he lost himself to the sensation of being buried in someone else's unfamiliar body. He took his time initially but then worked into a satisfying rhythm, pulling out almost to the tip before thrusting back in all the way. He held Dreki's hips firmly in place, looking down at what he was doing and at Dreki's unattended shaft. He wanted to stroke it but right now he was only taking for himself.
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He felt the loss of the fingers, but he wasn't waiting long before he felt Ben's tip at his hole. There was a mild discomfort along with the first entry, but it was overtaken by the pleasure of it. He wrapped his legs around Ben's hips and lower back for even more stability. It was loose enough that Ben could move as much as he wanted.
His exhales laced with various noises of pleasure as Ben got into rhythm. He had noticed the lack of attention his dick was receiving and his left hand started to make its way down as he began to start stroking himself. He felt a little greedy wanting more pleasure, but he was out to just physically enjoy himself tonight. He was enjoying himself thoroughly physically in this moment.
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He watched Dreki's hand stroke himself and it urged him to change things up. Leaning forward, Ben trapped that hand somewhat between them, the back of Dreki's knuckles grazing Ben's abdomen as he touched himself. Ben didn't want to put a stop to that but he also wanted to have a taste.
His hands hooked beneath Dreki's arms to hold him by his shoulders to provide him with an anchor point. He sped up, succumbing to the act and working towards its climax. After some minutes of constant thrusting and establishing a rhythm, Ben moved his mouth to Dreki's neck, licking and tasting the salt of his sweat, feeling the pulse of his accelerated heartbeat beneath the skin. With little delay he bit and he drank, knowing that Dreki was sensitive at his neck and it might bring him to peak, but Ben was worked up enough now that he would also peak if there was a trembling, orgasmic body beneath him.
The blood that he swallowed was like none other. As he pulled on Dreki's neck and swallowed, there was an energy it lent him that he wasn't ready for. It tasted crisp and with a kind of zing that he identified with toothpaste, how it seemed to numb and tingle his mouth all at once. It didn't have the flavour of mint but he liked it a lot.
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With the change of position, it became difficult, but not impossible, to continue touching himself so he slowed down. Feeling Ben at his neck, licking, feeling around, even for how short of a time it was, sent sensations from his neck, down his spine, and into his groin. He found his free hand having found its way to Ben's back and found a spot to hold onto despite the new found speed of which they were going.
When the bite happened in tandem with their bodies colliding, it was a very new, and very intense experience. Before he had only lightly started to feel the pressure but not yet close to finishing. This had put him over the edge with very little to no warning, and the best way he could have verbalized it was with the sharp pleasured gasp when the bite started, and with his exhale sounded like he wanted to say something but lost his ability to speak. It just happened way too fast and was intense enough that his body's fight or flight response kicked in and his wings appeared. He was in the moment but out of it, intoxicated but not by the alcohol. It was a new experience, and he had enjoyed how this bite happened the most out of all the other times he had been bitten. However, what didn't change was that as soon as Ben would remove his fangs, the holes made by them would already be healed.
Once he came back to his senses he felt that Ben had slowed down, realizing that Ben had likely finished by that point too. It took him a moment to realize that his wings had appeared, and wondered if that just had to do with the bite alone, or had to do with the most recent time he had been augmented before the fall of the facility. He hid them away again as he allowed Ben to finish up and get up. He wondered if there was some kind of wet towelette packets or something similar to at least wipe up the mess on his chest with so he wouldn't feel totally gross until he was able to shower at home.
The sex was good, he had enjoyed himself and felt that Ben having bit him at the end to get him to climax was clever, and elevated what he liked. However that hollow emptiness tugged inside of his chest. The sex was intense and enjoyable, however, it lacked love behind it. All of his one night stands lacked that, there was a passion, but more for physical gratification rather than emotional. The emptiness of their actions felt caught in his stomach, dragging it down.
"Is there something in here for me to wipe my chest with?" He asked still breathing slightly heavier than he normally did. He felt exhausted, tired, ready to go home and clean up then sleep, "my eyesight is a bit off, so, I can't really see what's in the room very well." He could see a bit clearer than when they went up there, but the alcohol still made things fuzzy enough that he didn't want to mistake an article of clothing for a towel or something.
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Ben, who had plans on visiting the VIP room bathroom that included shower stalls, sought out what Dreki could clean himself up with.
"Oh, sure, of course," he said, his gaze sweeping the bowl and not finding any joy there but there was a box of tissues with a packet of something or other beside it near the arm of the couch behind him. Ben crawled off Dreki, withdrawing from him. He grabbed a tissue for himself and saw face cloths and wet wipes nearby. He grabbed both of them and delivered them to Dreki quickly, for he was the one covered in cum, and had it leaking out of him.
Ben brought the bin over as well, which already had a few tissues in it from the last occupants, and set it down near the couch. He didn't explain it, figuring Dreki would know it was there from sight(?) and sound. He helped Dreki clean up until most of it was off him then Ben began hunting down his clothes. Once he was dressed and buttoning his shirt, he looked at the other blond curiously.
"Will you be okay from here?" he asked, not wanting to open the door until Dreki had finished dressing as well. He lingered, to see if maybe he wanted or needed to know anything from Ben.
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He cleaned himself up without issue, hearing the trash can, and making sure the mess made it in the trash. Once he was clean enough, he put his clothes back on, looking presentable again. The quickness he put his clothes back on and looking decent showed he wore a similar style of clothes pretty often.
"Mostly," he said, "I assume this will stay mostly between us?" He asked before clarifying, "I'd rather this not get around the Academy among my peers and students." He didn't care so much if Ben told Kerr or anyone close to that way, he just didn't want it getting around work. He didn't want people to assume this was a power play of any kind or something that it wasn't.
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"Agreed. I don't want rumours and gossip about my private choices, either," he said, though there had already been an article in one of the trashy mags that hinted Ben had sex with every one of the donors at the Luminary. Interestingly enough he hadn't dabbled with any of them though technically they should be the safest. He was surprised nobody had written an article about Cain but it seemed to still only be private knowledge so far.
"What does 'mostly' mean? Did you want me to help you down the stairs or did you just want me to call you an Uber?" he prompted, going back to his prior question of whether Dreki needed his help getting out.
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"Help down the stairs would be nice, I can get my own Uber." He responded with a smile, a more friendly tone took his voice after hearing that Ben was more than glad to keep this between themselves, "my vision is unique, and the alcohol hit me harder than I expected for 2 drinks. Should be fine once on a single floor." He asked, he probably could make it down the stairs fine himself but also didn't want to risk it. He hadn't even fully remembered if they had gone upstairs or not. He felt distracted.
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Ben cleaned up around the room, putting the spare lube packet back and putting the tissues and wet wipes away. The cloth was placed, crumpled, back onto the place where he got it because he didn't know what to do with it. Then, when Dreki was close to the door, he opened it up and the pair of them went back downstairs, hand in hand. Ben only told Dreki where the first step was and then after that figured he would be fine.
Once they were back downstairs Ben relinquished the hold. "I'll see you around, probably at the Academy," he said, then departed before things could get any weirder.
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"See you around," he said casually and walked away from Ben as Ben walked away from him, and prepped to go home for the night. To think upon his choices, how is life is going, and whatever he would need to do to obtain happiness from here. Tonight was a low point in multiple ways for him, and he knew he didn't make the smartest of choices as a result. He hoped that this would be the low point that forces him back up again, only time would tell.