"The more I see others suffer at it's hands, the less of a shock it will be if it comes," he replied with a huff of passing laughter as his lips drifted over Cassidy's chest, making their way towards his nipple and enjoying the feel of the soft hair against him. Why yes, Matt did leave those two faint scratches where they were and unhealed; it wasn't like there was a time limit on that magic and he quite liked the faint bloom of color that it left in its wake.
A spot, however temporary, to prove to even himself in the soft haze of high that he was there.
"But I expect to find at least a few souls that are willing to play," he finished, looking up at Cassidy as flat teeth gently bit at his nipple. If they were going to engage in slow play, by the stars, he'd play.
Cassidy left one arm relaxed over his head, while his other hand lowered to draw his fingers up and down the back of Matt's skull, nails gently scraping the scalp. His body kept on speaking for itself, his nipple stiffening between Matt's teeth. Cassidy took and let out a deliberate deep breath as the tension — it could barely be called pain — swirled and mingled with the high.
"I'm tryin' to imagine ya as a woman now," he mused aloud as the thought occurred. "...can't get past the stubble."
There were too many people that would enjoy seeing him take what he gave so fervently to them with the same perspective of sexual experience; Matt had no doubts about his ability to pull in some ass.
He was more focused on the ass under him.
Matt groaned a soft sound at the nails against his skull, tongue twisting around Cassidy's nipple as his lips curled with a chuckle that had him letting the bit of flesh go so he could lift his head.
"Have you ever even seen me clean shaven? Shame - we'll have to change that. Brief windows, it grows back to this when I sleep. Not that I think it'll help," he grinned leaning back down to let his lips ghost across Cass's chest to the other nipple. Don't want it to feel left out after all.
"I bet your eyes'd be mostly the same." Maybe he could imagine it, if he worked from the top of the face down. "Put some mascara on those glossy brown beauties, they'd be deadly."
His fingers curled at the top of Matt's scalp as his lips finished the next leg of their trip. "And those lips on a silky-smooth face...? Yeah, you'll have no trouble at all."
Cassidy's touch wandered down from Matt's hair down the side of his face as it was — still plenty nice to touch, clean shaven or not.
"I feel like this is turning into an argument as to why I should go out and change on purpose," he chuckled, nipping gently at Cassidy's flesh before coming back up to prop himself above the man.
"Is it the domination you like, or the pain, since we're on the topic of what it is that you like. Don't tell me you're sowing kinky oats here." Cass seemed like the kinda guy that would get fucked up and do some wild and crazy shit, but Matthew knew how often that particular radar fell short.
"Oh, the domination. Definitely." Cassidy answered easily, his fingertips curling at the tops of Matt's shoulders. "Airy's the one who wanted the whip. She coulda had me lickin' her boots."
Thinking back over events in the dungeon... Cassidy's smile became a grin. "Come to think of it, she sorta did for a moment in there."
Matt grinned. "Does that mean if I go sit down and tell you to come suck my cock, you'll listen?" Better yet, did it mean he could flex his awe muscle a little? The saying went, 'Better to ask forgiveness then permission', and Matt took that to heart as he pushed up to his feet in a smooth motion that carved out the muscles in his shoulders as he went.
He stood taller when someone was below him, something else he couldn't help and never bothered fixing, and wearing a devilish smirk, he stepped backwards out to the porch.
"You look good on your knees too," he said, this time reaching in for the power that his vampirism really granted him. Command, sway, the inarguable lure of a pretty face saying what you wanted them to.
Cassidy blew a breath out through his lips at the question, and followed it with a soft whine. He'd rather set himself up for that, but he was enjoying being stretched out like this while his heart pushed the heroin through his veins. He didn't want to move...
...except that after Matt walked away with that smirk, he found that he actually did. Cassidy rolled halfway onto his side to watch him. Following Matt onto the porch sounded appealingly dirty. It was a lure Cassidy was happy to be drawn in by, rather than keep on pouting about wanting to stay immobile.
He rolled his way into an upright position rather than just up and standing, and took his time crossing the space. As he went, he spun out an observation:
"Y'know, we're a long way from the same, you and I — but we have got a decent deal of things in common. For example: flattery'll get ya just about anywhere."
The elder vampire was slightly disappointed with himself. He had been asking questions he already knew the answer to, if he thought back to their tryst in the woods that somehow felt a million years away. Except now he could enjoy himself in significantly more comfort.
As Cassidy took his time, so did Matthew, almost idly unbuttoning the several buttons that kept his pants together - zippers too were not to his tastes, if he had his way - and tugging up his undershirt unevenly as he pulled a half erect cock out.
"It's always more effective when there's truth involved, no?" He arched an eyebrow and glanced at the floor with a suggestive nudge.
Cassidy lowered himself easily to kneel at Matt's feet. Before his hands wandered anywhere else, they spared a moment to undo the button and zipper of his jeans, easing his own semi-erection to the front of his boxer briefs. He didn't want to have to go fumbling around if he had to touch himself later.
His palms then settled on the angles of Matt's hips, his eyes lowering to Matt's member.
"You're the one who's about to be watchin' me blow ya, so I'll be takin' your word on it." Which was to say, if Matt didn't really think Cass looked good on his knees, he only had himself to blame.
Cassidy lowered his lips to the cock in front of him, placing a soft kiss against the underside before straightening up to take the first inch into his mouth -- then to take in more after a short bob of his head. His grip on Matt's hips shifted to give himself better support as he started to suck.
"Oh you're going to be doing more than that," he promised darkly, useless breath caught in anticipation as he kept his hands draped over the leather arms and away from a touch he knew he'd cave quickly to.
Somewhere along the way, gender had stopped mattering - blowjobs were blowjobs and everyone's skill was told with the twist of their tongue and the fullness of their lips, and he'd found no one that didn't look good on their knees.
Well, not yet, anyway.
Matt half groaned, half growled his approval at the hot slick warmth as Cassidy started taking him in, hands gripping the leather softly as his hips lifted slightly, pushing his cock out in encouragement. Within two strokes, Matt's hand couldn't stay on it's perch and moved to fist itself lightly in Cassidy's hair.
"I'm going to have you spread over this armchair, balanced and growling at how deeply I bury myself." Oh yes, he had ideas.
Cassidy let out a short, muffled moan, keeping the rhythm steady and taking on a bit more, until he felt the tip of Matt's cock against the back curve of his tongue. He wasn't quite taking Matt all the way into his throat, though he knew he technically could -- deep throating was easier when you didn't need to breathe, but the gag reflex was an instinct so ingrained that he still needed time to work past it.
Anyway, he didn't want to ruin his enjoyment of the moment by risking Matt's blood-cum spurting into his mouth. The fact that Matt already had an alternate plan for finishing himself off was its own sort of encouragement. Cassidy kept working Matt's cock in shallow strokes, pulling halfway off before sinking down again, like he was sucking on a popsicle.
The hand in his hair encouraged him to take more without forcing it, a subtle pressure that would be easily ignored in Cass's attempts to manage his own pace, but Matthew was happy to enjoy the thrumming attention his senses were rolling in and the pull around his cock.
Matt's free hand came down to lay over Cassidy's forearm, gripping it softly as he grunted a soft passing note, body twitching into a curl as Cassidy buries his cock again, breathing out a sole, roughly spoken "Fuck," before he started debating just how long he was going to be able to hold out like this before baser needs took over.
"Mmhm." He barely made any sound at all, his breath buffeting up against the head of Matt's erection. His lips threatened to pull into a smile for a split second before he remembered to get back to work.
Remembering came with an impulse: Cassidy drew his mouth all the way off in order to do one long lick up the underside of Matt's cock before taking it between his lips again with the same enthusiasm as before.
"Oh yeah," Matt said, lips twitching up in a faint snarl as Cassidy soothed the ache his simple teasing caused, Matt's cock jumping with a twitch between the cool air and the warm return of Cassidy's mouth. "Perfectly wonderful," he growled out, letting Cassidy bob for another handful of seconds before using the hair entangled hand to pull his mouth off.
He tiled Cassidy's head back with a smirk and a dangerous look in his eye as he bent down to commandingly steal his lips up. As he did so, he pushed the chair back, sliding down to one knee and then easily onto it's mate so he could pull their bodies together and let his free hand greedily find and push Cassidy's pants down.
The kiss broke with a rough note. "I don't think we'll be needing those."
It felt like he often found himself smiling in the middle of kissing Matt. Like there was something automatically mischievous about it. This time was no different, though Cass's lips softened again while his fingers threaded through Matt's hair from the back, pulling the kiss deeper. For a moment.
"Guess not." If they were on the road to arse-fucking, definitely not. Cassidy wriggled his hips, and used one hand to help Matt out, pushing his jeans and underwear down past his hips.
Matt had thought he felt a hint of a curl to Cass's lips before they molded to his own and the dip into deeper waters slowed his hands so they could grab and pull Cass against him before returning to their task like there wasn't any tenderness in it.
With Cass's pants down as far they could go, Matt put a hand on his chest and pushed the taller man back with a coy smirk.
"Take 'em off then," he said, rocking back onto his heels and then his feet in one smooth motion so he could remove his own, taking a seat back into his chair with a few languid strokes. "Then you can come and sit right up here," he finished with a pat on the arm of the chair.
There was a flicker of something in his face that said bloody make me, but after a split second, he remembered that was the point, and the tension between his eyebrows relaxed.
He even wound up wearing a smile as he set about getting his pants the rest of the way off. There was no graceful way to do it from a kneeling position, and he would up rolling over and onto his back with a broad smirk. He could follow orders, but he didn't have to be serious about it.
He found his way to standing, naked in the open air, and stretched his spine, not paying any mind to the exposure. He sauntered the few steps to the chair and settled himself down where Matt had indicated, stretching an arm behind Matt's shoulders.
His free hand pointed down to where Matt was stroking himself. "You need a hand with that, there?"
Part of Matthew wished Cass would take it more seriously, but the rest of him relished in the rebellious nature of the man and had Cass waited long enough, Matthew would have made him.
He had to look up at Cass as he came closer, something else that was taken with a jester's smile, hands welcoming and helping Cass's legs over the arm of the chair.
"Sure, but only if you promise not to use your hands," he growled, one hand moving to Cass's hip to help pull him forward so Matt could thrust up, burying a good third of himself before friction stopped him, and he grinned before spitting into his hand and withdrawing a half inch to stroke himself once more and work more of his cock into Cass's warm cavity.
If Matt was worried about Cass taking this seriously, he probably wouldn't have liked the face Cass made when he felt Matt's cock pressing into him: an almost-pained, squeezed-up expression that came with a short, involuntary groan.
Just past the point where it turned painful, Matt backed off and started making it easier, though only enough that it was right on the other side of not hurting. Cassidy felt his head tipping back, breath deepening to help him ride out the feeling of being stretched.
"Christ," he exhaled with a grunt. He did what he could to help make his descent steady and slow, although it meant the muscles in his legs started to burn after a moment.
And yet, he did. The expression was validating somehow, an acknowledgement of what they were doing, no smarmy talk or egos to muddle the waters. His lips curled as Cass's head went back, hips still moving slowly, working inch by inch in and one hand went under Cass's leg to help him hold his weight.
"Not my name, but you're welcome to use it," Matt half growled, half-groaned, thrusting up again. "You need to be fucked more often, my friend, your ass is a tight as a virgins," he slipped out, happy to take refuge in not being understood.
"Yeah - nope - I didn't get a word of that, Matthew," Cassidy grunted. He lifted a hand and groped at the back of Matt's scalp, his fingers curling in the short hairs. He let his face drift toward Matt's, until he could feel the puffs of breath against his skin.
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A spot, however temporary, to prove to even himself in the soft haze of high that he was there.
"But I expect to find at least a few souls that are willing to play," he finished, looking up at Cassidy as flat teeth gently bit at his nipple. If they were going to engage in slow play, by the stars, he'd play.
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Cassidy left one arm relaxed over his head, while his other hand lowered to draw his fingers up and down the back of Matt's skull, nails gently scraping the scalp. His body kept on speaking for itself, his nipple stiffening between Matt's teeth. Cassidy took and let out a deliberate deep breath as the tension — it could barely be called pain — swirled and mingled with the high.
"I'm tryin' to imagine ya as a woman now," he mused aloud as the thought occurred. "...can't get past the stubble."
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He was more focused on the ass under him.
Matt groaned a soft sound at the nails against his skull, tongue twisting around Cassidy's nipple as his lips curled with a chuckle that had him letting the bit of flesh go so he could lift his head.
"Have you ever even seen me clean shaven? Shame - we'll have to change that. Brief windows, it grows back to this when I sleep. Not that I think it'll help," he grinned leaning back down to let his lips ghost across Cass's chest to the other nipple. Don't want it to feel left out after all.
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His fingers curled at the top of Matt's scalp as his lips finished the next leg of their trip. "And those lips on a silky-smooth face...? Yeah, you'll have no trouble at all."
Cassidy's touch wandered down from Matt's hair down the side of his face as it was — still plenty nice to touch, clean shaven or not.
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"Is it the domination you like, or the pain, since we're on the topic of what it is that you like. Don't tell me you're sowing kinky oats here." Cass seemed like the kinda guy that would get fucked up and do some wild and crazy shit, but Matthew knew how often that particular radar fell short.
Some people got weird about sex.
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Thinking back over events in the dungeon... Cassidy's smile became a grin. "Come to think of it, she sorta did for a moment in there."
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He stood taller when someone was below him, something else he couldn't help and never bothered fixing, and wearing a devilish smirk, he stepped backwards out to the porch.
"You look good on your knees too," he said, this time reaching in for the power that his vampirism really granted him. Command, sway, the inarguable lure of a pretty face saying what you wanted them to.
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...except that after Matt walked away with that smirk, he found that he actually did. Cassidy rolled halfway onto his side to watch him. Following Matt onto the porch sounded appealingly dirty. It was a lure Cassidy was happy to be drawn in by, rather than keep on pouting about wanting to stay immobile.
He rolled his way into an upright position rather than just up and standing, and took his time crossing the space. As he went, he spun out an observation:
"Y'know, we're a long way from the same, you and I — but we have got a decent deal of things in common. For example: flattery'll get ya just about anywhere."
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As Cassidy took his time, so did Matthew, almost idly unbuttoning the several buttons that kept his pants together - zippers too were not to his tastes, if he had his way - and tugging up his undershirt unevenly as he pulled a half erect cock out.
"It's always more effective when there's truth involved, no?" He arched an eyebrow and glanced at the floor with a suggestive nudge.
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His palms then settled on the angles of Matt's hips, his eyes lowering to Matt's member.
"You're the one who's about to be watchin' me blow ya, so I'll be takin' your word on it." Which was to say, if Matt didn't really think Cass looked good on his knees, he only had himself to blame.
Cassidy lowered his lips to the cock in front of him, placing a soft kiss against the underside before straightening up to take the first inch into his mouth -- then to take in more after a short bob of his head. His grip on Matt's hips shifted to give himself better support as he started to suck.
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Somewhere along the way, gender had stopped mattering - blowjobs were blowjobs and everyone's skill was told with the twist of their tongue and the fullness of their lips, and he'd found no one that didn't look good on their knees.
Well, not yet, anyway.
Matt half groaned, half growled his approval at the hot slick warmth as Cassidy started taking him in, hands gripping the leather softly as his hips lifted slightly, pushing his cock out in encouragement. Within two strokes, Matt's hand couldn't stay on it's perch and moved to fist itself lightly in Cassidy's hair.
"I'm going to have you spread over this armchair, balanced and growling at how deeply I bury myself." Oh yes, he had ideas.
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Anyway, he didn't want to ruin his enjoyment of the moment by risking Matt's blood-cum spurting into his mouth. The fact that Matt already had an alternate plan for finishing himself off was its own sort of encouragement. Cassidy kept working Matt's cock in shallow strokes, pulling halfway off before sinking down again, like he was sucking on a popsicle.
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Matt's free hand came down to lay over Cassidy's forearm, gripping it softly as he grunted a soft passing note, body twitching into a curl as Cassidy buries his cock again, breathing out a sole, roughly spoken "Fuck," before he started debating just how long he was going to be able to hold out like this before baser needs took over.
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Remembering came with an impulse: Cassidy drew his mouth all the way off in order to do one long lick up the underside of Matt's cock before taking it between his lips again with the same enthusiasm as before.
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He tiled Cassidy's head back with a smirk and a dangerous look in his eye as he bent down to commandingly steal his lips up. As he did so, he pushed the chair back, sliding down to one knee and then easily onto it's mate so he could pull their bodies together and let his free hand greedily find and push Cassidy's pants down.
The kiss broke with a rough note. "I don't think we'll be needing those."
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"Guess not." If they were on the road to arse-fucking, definitely not. Cassidy wriggled his hips, and used one hand to help Matt out, pushing his jeans and underwear down past his hips.
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With Cass's pants down as far they could go, Matt put a hand on his chest and pushed the taller man back with a coy smirk.
"Take 'em off then," he said, rocking back onto his heels and then his feet in one smooth motion so he could remove his own, taking a seat back into his chair with a few languid strokes. "Then you can come and sit right up here," he finished with a pat on the arm of the chair.
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He even wound up wearing a smile as he set about getting his pants the rest of the way off. There was no graceful way to do it from a kneeling position, and he would up rolling over and onto his back with a broad smirk. He could follow orders, but he didn't have to be serious about it.
He found his way to standing, naked in the open air, and stretched his spine, not paying any mind to the exposure. He sauntered the few steps to the chair and settled himself down where Matt had indicated, stretching an arm behind Matt's shoulders.
His free hand pointed down to where Matt was stroking himself. "You need a hand with that, there?"
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He had to look up at Cass as he came closer, something else that was taken with a jester's smile, hands welcoming and helping Cass's legs over the arm of the chair.
"Sure, but only if you promise not to use your hands," he growled, one hand moving to Cass's hip to help pull him forward so Matt could thrust up, burying a good third of himself before friction stopped him, and he grinned before spitting into his hand and withdrawing a half inch to stroke himself once more and work more of his cock into Cass's warm cavity.
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Just past the point where it turned painful, Matt backed off and started making it easier, though only enough that it was right on the other side of not hurting. Cassidy felt his head tipping back, breath deepening to help him ride out the feeling of being stretched.
"Christ," he exhaled with a grunt. He did what he could to help make his descent steady and slow, although it meant the muscles in his legs started to burn after a moment.
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"Not my name, but you're welcome to use it," Matt half growled, half-groaned, thrusting up again. "You need to be fucked more often, my friend, your ass is a tight as a virgins," he slipped out, happy to take refuge in not being understood.
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"You talkin' dirty t'me in French? Eh?"