bsumone | ❝ Masquerade ❞

{ seething shadows breathing lies }

Traditional thing that Iseul is, he made a point of sending out invitations to every monster and supernatural being with whom he's acquainted the day after telling Damian of his masked ball. Each is written in a large, looping hand and reads:

My Dear Friend,

You are cordially invited to a most exclusive masquerade ball to be held at my estate on the next new moon. The attire is formal with a theme of silver and gold. My doors will open promptly at 8:00pm. Dinner will be served with music, dance, and festivities to follow.

I do so look forward to your attendance.

Kindest Regards,
Your Host

Iseul's calling card is included for those who may not recognize his handwriting. It also happens to have his address on it, as well.

Guests will find the house dark and sprawling, positively goth in decor and style. For those who know or know of Iseul, this won't be a surprise. There's a running joke in the community that the Fae is truly meant to be a vampire... more so than his long-standing vampire rival. Those in attendance will be shown to the parlor, the pocket doors thrown wide to the adjoining suite to make it something of a small ballroom. Musicians sit off to the corner playing with few breaks throughout the night.

The dining room boasts a long table with a veritable banquet. Though, one must be careful about eating Faerie food. Never fear, dear guests, for none of this food was prepared or even harvested by Fae hands. Outside, the grounds are covered with sprawling flower gardens, topiaries, and even a small maze of hedges. Lanterns light the paths since there's no moon for light. Both in and out, the house has many dark nooks and crannies and unoccupied to rooms to disappear into. All guests are welcome to stay if, for any reason, they are unable to leave at first light.

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Su-jin was rapidly hitting his end and Tiras could taste it in the air even more so than simply recognizing it by pure instinct. It, as much as the kiss he was given, was enough to push him over the edge. He came between them with a whimpering moan, drinking in the taste of his lover without truly stealing much energy from him at all. He did still want to be devoured when they got home after all.

Shuddering, he pulled him in tight to feel every bit of the moment Su-jin finished. There wasn't even a second of it that he wanted to miss.

He barely felt it when Tiras took only a little of his energy. A vague sort of tug, as normal as gravity itself. It was that subtle.

Su-jin gasped when he felt Tiras fall over the edge, that delightful body of his gripping Su-jin so perfectly. The vampire fell over right after him, growling into the crook of his neck as he thrust once, twice more before his whole body spasmed and he spilled deep into the incubus.

Delicious. He shuddered as he felt that gorgeous monster spill into him. His eyes fluttered as his eyes rolled back until finally he relaxed with a sigh, letting himself be limp in those strong arms. Smiling, he licked his lips as he slowly opened his eyes to look through his lashes.

"Do you want to stay? Or go home?"

He knew what he wanted.

The whole thing was so familiar. Haven't they done this in hundreds or thousands of variations over the years? And yet every time, Su-jin was just as hungry for Tiras as he'd been that first time. And every time was bliss. Not just the sex, but they way it felt like they connected on a level more than just the physical. They way they were able to feed into each other.

"Let's go home," he rasped between panted breaths. Tiras knew as well as Su-jin did that the vampire's hunger for him was, in fact, literal. And, well, even Su-jin wasn't bold enough to risk the ire of their host by leaving blood stains in the Fae's house.

"Do you want a moment or shall I carry you the car?"

"Carry me."

He didn't want to walk. He wanted to be carried and babied now. Until they got home and then he wanted to be torn apart. But that wasn't the point right now! "Take me home now. He won't mind if I don't say goodbye. Our relationship isn't like that."

And he loved that.

"Alright."

Just give him long enough to pull out and adjust their clothes enough to make it appropriate for them to wander out from their dark and private nook. Once that's done, he doesn't even bother shifting their positioning. Tiras is an incubus, so if people think something sexual happened as Su-jin carried him out with those long legs wrapped around him... Let them. It's not as if they're wrong.

He even helped arrange Tiras in the passenger seat of the car before getting in himself. It's a well-known fact that Su-jin drives like a maniac and it's never more true than now. Run red lights? No, they were yellow! Speed limits? Weren't the signs with any white on them merely suggestions? Why did Tiras' fae friend have to live so far out of their way?

Tiras truly didn't care who saw him like this and even waved at someone who stared. Right before smirking and flipping them off for the fun of it as he was moved outside and into the car for a wild ride. Su-jin was eager and it showed. It was so delicious, causing the incubus to unbuckle himself and lean over the center console.

Before long he had those pants open and that dick in his mouth, sucking on it like it was candy. Did he care that Su-jin was driving and this was dangerous? Of course not. He was just encouraging him to get them home faster!

Obviously.

"Shit!"

Even now, Su-jin's the sort of person who really articulates the 't' at the end of the word. They're both so very lucky that they needn't worry if they crash at the breakneck speeds Su-jin's driving at.

He fought to keep his eyes focused on the road as the wet heat of Tiras' mouth enveloped him. Su-jin lifted his foot slightly from the gas to slow down just a little. He swallowed hard, sighed, and dropped a hand to the back of Tiras head. Not for guidance, but only for connection more than just his partner's mouth on his dick.

Okay, so maybe he's driving a bit faster now to get them home sooner.

❝ Masquerade ❞

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