"I think she intends t'let ya have a standin' invitation to come over anytime. And I see no reason why you shouldn't have it. Our casa is su casa, once we've got it."
He turned his head to look up at Matt -- admire him, really, looking like he'd come out of another time with his suspenders and his undershirt.
The heroin was making his limbs heavy. Cassidy felt it when his arm lifted to reach for Matthew's face, hoping to draw him into a kiss.
He could see it now; Airy bouncing over to demand he treat her door as though it were open all of the time. A pure bit of the naughtiest sunshine, she was. Maybe it was that that made her kind of perfect for Cassidy, but that was just his opinion.
Idle matchmaking he was pleased to see panning out.
The easy tilt of his lips spread at Cassidy's reach and he was pulled down with no effort, automatically parting his lips enough to invite and take a deeper kiss. It would only take a second before he was throwing a leg over Cassidy's hips and smoothly repositioning himself on top.
After a few long moments of indulgence, Matt tilted his head up enough to break the kiss and allow him to run a few haphazard kisses across the rough stubble of his jaw, making his way to Cass's neck. There was no need to ask permission anymore, no need to ensure that it wouldn't be used against him, no need to worry about the backlash of an affection.
His fangs slipped out and almost lovingly sunk into Cassidy's jugular vein. Matt growled in a deep, throaty appreciation for the itch that was being scratched.
This was much better than getting maudlin about the past. Cassidy put a little bit of his own teeth into the kiss before Matthew started moving down. His fingers bent and raked their way down Matt's chest, over the lines of his suspenders. By the time the fangs hit, his hands were in place to cup around Matt's ass and press their hips together in a slow grind.
He answered the growl with a choked-off groan — kind of a challenge making any sort of noise when there were teeth at your throat — and continued to make soft, short murmuring sounds as the ripples of euphoria from Matt's bite started to pulse through his hardened prick. If Matt was feeling hungry, it'd be easy to make Cassidy come right here.
Matt was hungry, but he was hungry for a lot of things and Cassidy had said he was going to stay the night - why be greedy and ruin the possibility of a better end. His hips rolled in Cassidy's hands, teasing him as he withdrew his teeth, swiping the wound closed quickly so they didn't stain the mattress but he didn't expect it to be the last sample he took from the lanky man.
His lips found their way up to Cassidy's ear, breath hot over his lobe as Matt spoke. "You're not gonna get off that easy tonight, mon ami.." The sentiment was followed with a nip at his earlobe before Matt started kissing down his neck again.
Dry, but not disappointed or even surprised. Cassidy relaxed his spine and let his limbs bend and curl — one knee going upward to help Matthew settle solidly between his legs, arms draping across his back. He let his neck go loose when Matt’s lips were back on it, his throat bobbing involuntarily against the kiss.
"Better then denied gratification, isn't it?" With Cassidy's shifting, Matt shifted himself, settling between Cassidy's legs with a subtle roll of his hips. "Just because it's easy, doesn't make it the most fun. Highs are meant to be played with, no?"
“You’re tellin’ no lies there.” In the sense that something, eventually, was often better than nothing at all. “And I did say I got no other plans...”
So if Matt wanted to take his time here, Cass would let him — for now. The weight of him over Cassidy’s chest, the pressure of his hips between his legs, and the soft touch of his lips all felt delicious enough to linger in for a while. Cassidy sighed with a sleepy sort of murder, and gave a lazy draw of his fingers through the back of Matt’s hair.
"All the better reason to keep you." He'd been talking about denied orgasm, but it was all well and good - he wasn't getting shoved off and he liked the still fresh and new sensation of Cass's stubble against his lips.
"Do you bruise, I wonder," he mused, nipping with flat teeth at a bit of skin. "I hate being unable to leave marks on people." Especially people he low-key claimed, like an errant cat that's decided on who his 'People' are.
"Oh, I bruise," Cassidy mumbled, still loose and languid under Matthew, savoring the heaviness of the drug, the warmth of their mutual arousal, and the thrum of his own heart beating. "It takes a bit of work, though..."
Maybe not so much while his pulse was turned on. He thought that might make sense, biologically, but they'd already established that standard human biology wasn't part of the rulebook anymore.
"I prefer hands to teeth, if I'm gettin' a say in how the marks get left." He slid his hands back down from Matt's hair and down the sides of his spine. "Or some sort of... sommat ya hit people with."
Weapon seemed like an odd word to use in this context.
"Airy's taken a whip to me back before. That left a few welts."
"Mm?" was the response to the initial answer, teeth nipping amid the kisses that were trailing down Cass's collarbone, two fingers tugging the collar wide to accommodate his roaming lips.
"You like getting beat?" Matt had to confirm and pulled up to look over Cass's face. The admission surprised him really, but only the words themselves - the longer he thought about it, the more it subtly fit the lean man beneath him.
The edges of Matt's lips curled. It was something he'd always thought about but finding someone who wanted it was rare indeed. The amount he'd spent in the past for hookers he abused, both in payment to get in and trouble afterwards was massive. The idea that he could do it here.. hadn't actually occurred.
“Only sometimes.” Cassidy pouted, not quite certain what that smirk meant. He shifted his body while his hands settled momentarily at the small of Matt’s back, enjoying the subtleties of weight and friction enhanced by the high.
“Usually, when it’s by a beautiful woman.” His pout melted into a goofy smile. He was reminiscing now. “And when it ends up turnin’ into sex.”
The goofy smile made Matt grin. "Well, I can't be everyone's type. Of course, I also haven't seen how breathtaking I'm sure I am as a woman, but that's something else completely."
He lifted his chin at the man. "Take your shirt off, or I'll take it off for you."
Cassidy hummed at the command as if weighing his options, before sneaking his fingers into the back of the collar and dragging it off over his head, letting it fall at his side.
"I've been beat the snot out of by so many men who definitely didn't wanna shag me. I think the association may be a bit ingrained, at this point."
Although who knew? There was always time in which to surprise himself.
"I've still no idea how that happens. The man-to-woman overnight thing." He hadn't so much as thought about that episode in a long while. And though he wasn't eager to have it happen again, he found himself wondering if he'd been a bit too uptight about the situation.
"Should I have taken a shot atcha back then, do ya think?"
Still bearing his teeth merrily at the now discarded shirt, Matthew let his weight fall back down onto his forearms, his own thin undershirt scratching between them, a useless barrier that still let Cass's heat soak through.
"Doesn't quiet fit what I know about your tastes around men either." Thus his surprise. "But I don't blame the association." Terrible things came about from the hands of violent and greedy men, men like Matthew very often times. He couldn't, didn't, wouldn't ignore the social effects of that.
"And yes, I think you'd've had quite enjoyed the experience. Shame you weren't interested," he continued, soft curious gaze flitting over the interesting crevices and angles of Cass's face. "But I assume that it's the flowers. Alexander recently got changed after a tromp in the wilds. Isn't everything here?"
Bending down, Matt started kissing Cassidy's collarbone, picking up where he left off and treating the canvas with a scrape of his fangs before continuing with a huskier tone. "Is it also not the place to experience things otherwise impossible?"
When Matt leaned back over him, Cassidy rested his arms above his head, his fingers curling against Matt's wrists. He watched Matt watching him, similarly admiring the curve of his lips and the shape of his jaw, and Cassidy wasn't smiling, but his expression was serene. Open and relaxed.
He let off a little pouting sound at the brush of Matt's fangs. His cock, which had been threatening to stop paying attention, swelled a bit harder.
"The day you wake up and find your cock and balls are missin'," he drawled through a smirk, "we'll see how much you're interested in then."
Matt wasn't wrong, though. Impossible was the name of the game here, every day.
"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.
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He turned his head to look up at Matt -- admire him, really, looking like he'd come out of another time with his suspenders and his undershirt.
The heroin was making his limbs heavy. Cassidy felt it when his arm lifted to reach for Matthew's face, hoping to draw him into a kiss.
"Come down here..."
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Idle matchmaking he was pleased to see panning out.
The easy tilt of his lips spread at Cassidy's reach and he was pulled down with no effort, automatically parting his lips enough to invite and take a deeper kiss. It would only take a second before he was throwing a leg over Cassidy's hips and smoothly repositioning himself on top.
After a few long moments of indulgence, Matt tilted his head up enough to break the kiss and allow him to run a few haphazard kisses across the rough stubble of his jaw, making his way to Cass's neck. There was no need to ask permission anymore, no need to ensure that it wouldn't be used against him, no need to worry about the backlash of an affection.
His fangs slipped out and almost lovingly sunk into Cassidy's jugular vein. Matt growled in a deep, throaty appreciation for the itch that was being scratched.
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He answered the growl with a choked-off groan — kind of a challenge making any sort of noise when there were teeth at your throat — and continued to make soft, short murmuring sounds as the ripples of euphoria from Matt's bite started to pulse through his hardened prick. If Matt was feeling hungry, it'd be easy to make Cassidy come right here.
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His lips found their way up to Cassidy's ear, breath hot over his lobe as Matt spoke. "You're not gonna get off that easy tonight, mon ami.." The sentiment was followed with a nip at his earlobe before Matt started kissing down his neck again.
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Dry, but not disappointed or even surprised. Cassidy relaxed his spine and let his limbs bend and curl — one knee going upward to help Matthew settle solidly between his legs, arms draping across his back. He let his neck go loose when Matt’s lips were back on it, his throat bobbing involuntarily against the kiss.
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So if Matt wanted to take his time here, Cass would let him — for now. The weight of him over Cassidy’s chest, the pressure of his hips between his legs, and the soft touch of his lips all felt delicious enough to linger in for a while. Cassidy sighed with a sleepy sort of murder, and gave a lazy draw of his fingers through the back of Matt’s hair.
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"Do you bruise, I wonder," he mused, nipping with flat teeth at a bit of skin. "I hate being unable to leave marks on people." Especially people he low-key claimed, like an errant cat that's decided on who his 'People' are.
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Maybe not so much while his pulse was turned on. He thought that might make sense, biologically, but they'd already established that standard human biology wasn't part of the rulebook anymore.
"I prefer hands to teeth, if I'm gettin' a say in how the marks get left." He slid his hands back down from Matt's hair and down the sides of his spine. "Or some sort of... sommat ya hit people with."
Weapon seemed like an odd word to use in this context.
"Airy's taken a whip to me back before. That left a few welts."
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"You like getting beat?" Matt had to confirm and pulled up to look over Cass's face. The admission surprised him really, but only the words themselves - the longer he thought about it, the more it subtly fit the lean man beneath him.
The edges of Matt's lips curled. It was something he'd always thought about but finding someone who wanted it was rare indeed. The amount he'd spent in the past for hookers he abused, both in payment to get in and trouble afterwards was massive. The idea that he could do it here.. hadn't actually occurred.
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“Usually, when it’s by a beautiful woman.” His pout melted into a goofy smile. He was reminiscing now. “And when it ends up turnin’ into sex.”
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He lifted his chin at the man. "Take your shirt off, or I'll take it off for you."
What can he say, he was feeling greedy.
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"I've been beat the snot out of by so many men who definitely didn't wanna shag me. I think the association may be a bit ingrained, at this point."
Although who knew? There was always time in which to surprise himself.
"I've still no idea how that happens. The man-to-woman overnight thing." He hadn't so much as thought about that episode in a long while. And though he wasn't eager to have it happen again, he found himself wondering if he'd been a bit too uptight about the situation.
"Should I have taken a shot atcha back then, do ya think?"
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"Doesn't quiet fit what I know about your tastes around men either." Thus his surprise. "But I don't blame the association." Terrible things came about from the hands of violent and greedy men, men like Matthew very often times. He couldn't, didn't, wouldn't ignore the social effects of that.
"And yes, I think you'd've had quite enjoyed the experience. Shame you weren't interested," he continued, soft curious gaze flitting over the interesting crevices and angles of Cass's face. "But I assume that it's the flowers. Alexander recently got changed after a tromp in the wilds. Isn't everything here?"
Bending down, Matt started kissing Cassidy's collarbone, picking up where he left off and treating the canvas with a scrape of his fangs before continuing with a huskier tone. "Is it also not the place to experience things otherwise impossible?"
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He let off a little pouting sound at the brush of Matt's fangs. His cock, which had been threatening to stop paying attention, swelled a bit harder.
"The day you wake up and find your cock and balls are missin'," he drawled through a smirk, "we'll see how much you're interested in then."
Matt wasn't wrong, though. Impossible was the name of the game here, every day.
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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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