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while other's might have thought it would be rude to show up to a party like this, given how new he was and how little he knew anyone in alexandria, thomas thought nothing of it. well, rather, the thought did cross his mind that he might be a bit out of place but he was not the type to pass up a party-- especially one that seemed as grandiose as this one.
clearly he was meant to be here, at least that's what he convinced himself upon arriving and finding a mask at the door that seemed to perfectly match his suit and his personality; the soft lilac matching the pastel purple of his suit coat while the mask's orange accents called to his nature as a familiar and his secondary form. even the bell wrapped around one of the horns seemed to be a playful nod to who, and what, he was.
moving through the chateau, mingling every now and then, thomas helped himself to any food or drink he passed. he even had three keys hanging from the chain around his neck; not because he needed that many, but they were handing them out on trays and, well, the more the merrier right?
clearly the familiar was enjoying himself. settling against a wall, he took a break from his wandering to people watch; and by people watch, i do mean stare intently at one man and one man only. in thomas's defense, he had one of the most divine asses he'd ever seen and it was framed perfectly by the straps of a golden jock strap. he was weak, how could he not stare?
"i wasn't staring," he answered quickly, almost believably, as the object of his mesmerization turned around; he was just as breathtaking from the front as he was from the back. "i was just... lost in thought and you happened to be standing in front of me. i can stare if you want me to, though."
Event: The Masquerade Ball.
There wasn't a chance in hell that Mateo was going to miss the ball of the year. Of the century. Mateo had picked a rather pretty simple but golden mask, that covered the top half of his face, and exposed his lips and beard- letting the magic of the mask do most of the work to cover his features from anyone who might know him. Which was perhaps the best given the fact he'd turned up to this event in nothing more than a golden equally jockstrap, the straps moving up to perfectly frame the kitsune's ass to anyone who might take a little glance towards it, his lean muscled body on view even as he scooped up one of those drinks from a passing waiter, and he took a long swing of it.
The truth was, a lot of the time Mateo didn't get to be this- this hypersexual, teasing sexy man who could stand in a room full of men and be the object of desire. At least not like his brother could. Mateo's was more often the more subdued brother, quick with his dry wit and thinking three or four ahead of whatever the current situation was. He could get into his own head about quite a bit of things.
So he relished those chances to be like this- to lose himself in the moment. To pretend for a little while that he could be like this all the time.
"You know if you keep staring like that, I'm gonna think you wanna buy it." He teased as he glanced over his shoulder at those eyes that lingered on his ass.
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"it was more of a coincedance than you realize," thomas playfully argued as the other approached him. "i was thinking about what kind of bread makes the best buns; and how should they be ranked? do they taste good on their own, are they only enjoyable if you're stuffing something else into them, how round should they be... important questions, hence the look of being deep in thought." while that might genuinely be something thomas would spend time wondering over, it was clear as day that he had simply been staring at the man's ass; but where's the fun in admitting it outright?
his lips widened into an amused smile as the other continued crowding his personal space; keeping him pressed back against the wall behind him as the stranger quite clearly commanded his attention; his hand propped against the wall beside thomas's head while the other brushed over his chest, dancing across his shirt and tugging on the keys hanging from his neck. the familiar hadn't touched a single drink and yet everything about this man and the way he carried himself left him feeling drunk.
thomas was enjoying the attention, there was not point in denying that, but when the stranger told him to be bold, to be brave, to not be shy, thomas couldn't help but feel as if they were now playing a little game; who caves first.
"eh, i don't know..." he groaned under his breath as he turned his head to the side. "that all does sound fun," he continued on, his voice picking up a slight rasp as he let his words drag out to feign disinterest, "and you are attractive, very attractive, but... i'm just not sure." he shrugged. "you want me to do all that? have you get on your knees in front of everyone else for me? touch you? desire you? ache and crave for you?" turning his head back so he could look the other dead in the eyes, his own were darkening with desire and mischief.
"then ask me again." thomas challenged as he pushed away from the wall he'd been leaning against so that he and the other were even closer now. "ask me to do all of that to you again and make me really believe how much you want it."
Honestly the amusement of catching the other in the act was never ending, as the other tried to cover up his own actions and Mateo's eyebrows arched slightly under the fox mask, even if the other couldn't see it. "So your thoughts just happened to be directed at the same space of air as my bare ass? Hm. What a coincidence that is." Mateo shot over at the other as he strolled towards the other, making no attempt to hide the rest of that near nude body from the other's eyes.
"And what were those thoughts that were so easy to get lost in at party like this?" He teased as he finally moved into the man's personal space. A hand reaching up to place next to Thoma's head as he leaned in closer, his lips dancing inches from the others before he spoke again.
"Darling. You can stare. You can touch. You can fuck. You could do whatever you wanted to this body tonight." His other hand smoothed up to tease over the others chest before brushing over those keys that hung on the others neck. "You could make me get on my knees in front of all those party goers right here, you just had to ask. A little bravery goes a long away, darling. And for the record. I want you to stare. I want you to ache and desire. I want you to know that there isn't a single other man here that as good as me. How's that?" He answered as he flicked his eyes up at the other.
"You're allow to touch me-" He said with a little nod to the others hands. "Don't be shy, pretty creature." God Mateo loved being able to be this bold. The power of those masks really left him with something of a power trip.
he thought it was going to be a simple game of back and forth; each one taking turns to tempt and challenge the other with banter and innuendos. when the other's voice began to carry the hints of a whine, and his hand traveled down thomas's chest to settle on his belt, the familiar realized, rather quickly, that there was no way he was going to win; he was going to cave first, if not instantly.
thomas liked to think he was gentle, in life and in bed, but as the other whispered those teases and taunts at him-- begging for what he wanted thomas to do to him-- it pulled at something almost animalistic inside of the familiar. his mind was flooded with the images of making the stranger choke on him; fucking his throat so rough and raw that his voice will be too hoarse once thomas is done to tease him; to hoarse to even thank him. his mind was flooded with the images of twisting and pinning the other's arms behind his back, even if it was uncomfortable for him, and fucking into him with hopeless abandon; making him compete to have his whimpers and whines heard over the creaking of the bed, and over the loud music of the party that they'd likely still be able to hear.
his mind kept wandering with each new fantasy of the strangers and, well, it only took a matter of seconds for thomas to be hard; and aching relief.
"if we don't," the blond started to speak only to interrupt himself with a slight cough as he looked down at the man now on his knees before him; his bulge annoyingly obvious as the other dared to brush his lips against it. "if we don't get out of here now, we're going to upset some people and make a mess of this room... get up. now."
Mateo arched his eyebrows at the other rambled on about the very in depth thoughts of actual bread. He briefly wondered if he should be offended by the fact the other seemed more interested in the topic. Even if there was a smirk on his face at the other mentioned "stuffing them with something else" "You must love a good kitchen."
His head tilted as the other turned his head away and seemed to get some distance from him to play at that disinterest in what they were talking about. For a moment he wondered he had genuinely read those signals wrong. It wasn't till thomas's eyes found his and it was clear there was that utter desire swirling in them along with that teasing glint that showed he was being goaded into moving this game a little further along. Mateo didn't back away as the other stepped forward even further into his space, his barely clothed body pressing up against the familiar as his head tilted a bit at that challenge from the other. A hand moved up the others chest again to curl around behind the others neck this time as he moved his lips inches from the others.
"My, aren't we demanding. But if you insist." If it was a game, he could certainly win such a thing. There was a certain whine to Mateo's voice as he spoke this time, his free hand moving down lower along the others body, as his fingers teased over the others belt. "I want you to fuck my throat like you own it. I want you to let me drink every last drop of come you have and thank you for it after. I want you to pin my arms behind my back and fuck me with every drop of aggression you have. I want you to push me to my limits and then fuck me harder.." He teased those words against the other lips, not quite kissing him. "Fuck every last hole like a beast untamed..' he teased as he finally started slid down the others body, moving to his knees right in the middle of that ballroom. His head tilting back as he let his eyes dance up at the other though the mask. The other had asked him to show him how much he wanted it right? His head tilted foward to tease his lips over that shadow of a bulge in the others pants.
"How that?" The question floated up at the other as his eyes dark and playful shot up at the other.
