"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.
"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."
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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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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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