Iseul (이슬) (
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❝ 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
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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"How do you want me?"
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Su-jin moaned into the wet heat of Tiras’ mouth, pressing his tongue inside to tangle with the resident muscle. He slipped his hands beneath Tiras’ thighs and used that grip to move his slight frame up and down along his dick. He always felt so good, regardless of what position they were in or where they chose to screw (though, Su-jin had to admit a new-found kink for having sex in places where they risked being discovered).
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He'd never allowed himself to belong to anyone. Ever. But he so loved belonging to this creature and wasn't afraid to not hide the fact.
Well, as long as no one asked him to use his words. It had been several hundred years and he'd still never said the words to Su-jin even though he knew his partner was aware that he loved him so very much.
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Even sex between them was something different. For Tiras, it’s an eternity of others simply flinging themselves at him, like lemurs off a cliff. Instinctual, senseless. But Tiras chose Su-jin as a partner. And Su-jin knew after just a few hours with Tiras that he’d never tear himself away from the incubus – not because of his spell, but because of the man beneath the façade.
Su-jin saw someone who was so very lonely. Someone he’d do anything to make happy, genuinely happy.
There’s just the bonus that Tiras actually enjoys having sex with him. In dark, secluded corners like this.
The vampire only broke away from Tiras’ mouth to suck in small sips of air – enough to hold him over to taste more of his delicious lover. He moaned into that familiar wet heat as he continued to bounce Tiras in time with the subtle thrusting of his hips. Ah, it was so perfect with Tiras’ wrapped around him in every conceivable way. Su-jin tore away, panting, then pressed closer to trail lips, teeth, and tongue along his partner’s jaw and throat.
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Not that he'd care if they were. Let someone find out that Su-jin could do this to him. Make him feel this way. That he was someone he couldn't just hit and quit. While he could never vocalize his true feelings moments like this were when he knew that they were truly sharing them.
And he adored that as he threw his head back with an audible thud at the feel of that hot mouth all over his neck and jaw.
a little bit gory
Ah, but it was so hard to resist the natural urge to sink his teeth into Tiras' exposed throat. They were in a semi-public place, someone's home. It wouldn't do to leave a trail of blood in their wake. So rather than simply tearing Tiras throat out, Su-jin settled for bite just hard enough to break skin, just hard enough that when he lashed his tongue against the spot, he could taste his lover's blood there. It splashed hot and welcome on his tongue, pulling a deep, rumbling groan from Su-jin's chest.
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But they wouldn't have it. And he smiled at the thought. This blood was Su-jin's. Just Su-jin's. "Yes...take what you want. Taste me, Su-jin..."
literally every vampire at the party perking up at the scent of Tiras' blood
That entrancing musk mixed with sex and the vague scent of some human...
It made him hunger for more than just a small sip of Tiras' blood. That bite was probably healed the moment Su-jin withdrew his teeth. All that was left was the taste of salt and a vague hint of copper from what little blood managed to cling to his throat. Ah, but once they were back in the privacy of their own home... There he could rip him open and feast on everything this incubus is.
Su-jin growled, the sound low and animalistic. Teeth scraped along the site of Tiras' throat until the found an earlobe to nip at. "When we get back home," he panted out, each word punctuated by a violent thrust, "I'm going to tear you to shreds..." Even without doing it now, he could already taste Tiras. HE could feel the absolute bliss of the other's flesh and blood on his tongue.
they're like wait hold up that smells tasty
"Yes. Please. Please devour me..." It was such a shame he had to wait until they were home but he was willing to wait for that just to enjoy this promise in full.
none for you, vampires! all for Su-jin!
Though it may seem otherwise when Su-jin was with Tiras like this, but he was very controlled. In spite of the animalistic sounds and the violent fucking that would destroy any human, Su-jin was holding back. Why? Well, the Fae are big about hospitality and wouldn't they be bad guests if they left a person-size stain of blood in the Fae's house? Besides that, he doesn't like others seeing his monster at work. That's for Tiras and Tiras alone.
Su-jin's breath hitched, a telltale sign that he was very near his end. Trailing his mouth along the side of Tiras' throat, over the sharp line of his jaw, he finally captured his lover's lips in a kiss that hungered for more, more, more. His moans drown in that familiar heat and his steady pace began to stutter.
damn right
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.
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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.
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"Do you want to stay? Or go home?"
He knew what he wanted.
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"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?"
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.