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Post by Harlequin on Jul 9, 2017 3:35:21 GMT
Harlequin smiled, two spots of red high on arched cheekbones giving away his interest.
"Let's just say there are things I'd rather be doing than wandering the city streets," he said. Exactly what kind of things, he presumed, did not need to be spelled out to Raydon. He ignored the glances of other people on the streets as they walked, most of which he presumed were occurring because Raydon was well known in the district. Did he pick up boys in bars a lot, Harlequin wondered? Not that it mattered, but he liked the idea of causing a stir, a bit of gossip.
He smelled the incense before the brothel even came into view, a heavy murky scent designed to put you in mind of dark rooms and darker activities. It worked. Harlequin pressed a little closer to Ray as they walked, head tilted to take in the sight of the Lilies and Roses. Harlequin loved it; he was drawn to the ostentatious, to the obvious, to things that made it clear they had a purpose and exactly what that purpose was. To some, the very fact that it was a brothel precluded it from ever being acceptable. It could have been a scale model of the Ice Castle itself and many would still have shunned it. But to Harlequin, the very fact it was so obviously a place to indulge was its appeal.
"Very nice," Harlequin stated, honestly. He tilted his head back slightly to meet Raydon's gaze when the taller Shifter trailed warm hands over his jaw. Amber he remembered from before but he had to admit he was more interested in the brothel owner than the workers. Pretty though she was, there was something about getting in bed with the boss that appealed more...though he loved the idea of regaling a group of them with tales of his adventures. Harlequin was an unabashed attention whore, and would be the first to admit it. Mischief laced with heat was apparent in Harlequin's expression when he nodded at the invitation, trailing his own claws under the hem of Raydon's shirt and over the flat plane of his stomach as he spoke.
"By all means, take me inside. I'd love to see more." The double meaning, he trusted, would not be lost on Ray.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 7:05:08 GMT
Ray felt rather proud of himself to see the positive reaction from Harley. Many people looked down on brothels as scandalous or dirty. Others saw it more as a pastime for pleasure, and nothing more, but very few have ever actually revealed in its beauty. It was a business, and businesses required hard work to keep them going. Ray worked a lot to ensure the safety of the women and men under his care, as well as make sure the facilities they worked in were up to at least a decent standard.
He found himself biting his lower lip as Harley reached under his shirt and touched his bare skin. Heat pulsed through Ray’s body, and it took a lot to regain himself and not just ravish his guest right then and there. Aggressively the chicken shifter grabbed Harley by the waist and pulled him as close as he could. “Follow me.”
Not letting the card-player go, Ray lead him through a curtained door into a beautifully decorated interior. They were on the bottom floor, which consisted mostly of more girls looking for customers and a lobby. Chairs and couches were splayed throughout the area, all with individual small wooden end tables topped with serving dishes of alcoholic beverages. No one was allowed to get completely drunk in his brothels, but a buzz was tolerable and some people preferred it that way. Many of the girls spotted Ray and waved at him and his companion. Others giggled and whispered to their unaware coworkers, who in turn giggled and batted their eyelashes at them, but none disturbed the pair. Ray was a very open man, and he’d brought countless women and men to his quarters to have quality, sexual time with them. It was a part of his lifestyle if it were not obvious. Most likely he’d hear the girls’ opinion on Harley the day after.
Even the walls were everything but plain, painted by local artists. The art was lewd, as most of it consisted of naked bodies and sensual acts, but Ray would argue it was not explicit. It was just a beautiful form of artwork decorating a place that, in a way, was its own form of art. Inside was a spiral staircase that lead up to all floors. Ray started leading Harley up. Naturally, his quarters were at the top. When they got to the first floor, it was set up much differently. There was no lobby, but instead a line of rooms. Thanks to the thick walls, there were no echoes or moans or sensual screams echoing in the hallways, but there was a thick atmosphere of mustiness. Roy continued upward.
They just past the second floor when he stopped abruptly. Ray faced Harley and, without warning, pinned him against the railings of the stairs. There were no eyes on them now; the next floor was purely Harley’s quarters and work space.
He leaned in close, acting like he was going to kiss Harley, but instead he went past the man’s face and whispered in his ear. “You’ll have to work to get to the top.” Before pulling away, Roy gently nibbled on the lobe of Harley’s ear.
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Post by Harlequin on Jul 9, 2017 8:22:57 GMT
Well, this was causing all the right reactions, Harlequin thought. Gratified when Ray roughly pulled him closer, the Shifter's grin only widened and he allowed himself to be towed inside without complaint. He remained intensely aware of Raydon's hand in his as they walked through the lower floor but his gaze was drawn to the goings-on around him. Several girls gave him knowing smirks as they passed and he only raised his brows, an unspoken but universally accepted version of 'jealous, much?' that made them laugh. The artwork on the wall caught his eye too and he ran the tips of his fingers over the paintings as they made their way through, admiring the sensually provocative nature of them. Not tacky, though; very bold, very in your face, but the art itself was of high enough quality that it rendered the place atmospheric instead of silly.
He was still distracted, taking in the decor and atmosphere, when Ray suddenly pushed him hard up against the railing. A whoosh of air left his lungs at the surprise of it and Harlequin's eyes left the walls to snap into focus on Ray's face. His lilac gaze was intense as he studied Ray, breathing slightly shallow and faster than normal. He'd known the man was a tease, and boy he had not been wrong. Harlequin allowed a slow, sultry smile to play on his lips and when Ray whispered in his ear and teased the lobe with his teeth he shuddered, squirming slightly against the other Shifter pinning him in place.
"Why, Raydon, do I get the feeling you're very big trouble?" Harlequin might not be able to really move but his hands were free, and he reached up to wind them around Ray's neck. Another moment of heated eye contact and Harlequin roughly dragged the other Shifter down to kiss him, hot and heavy and hard, a demanding performance for one essentially pinned in place. Harlequin managed to get one of his legs in between Ray's, and he slowed the kiss for a moment to smile against the brothel owner's lips without ever quite stopping, teeth toying with his lower lip.
"Hmmm. Big trouble indeed." he breathed, catching Raydon's gaze again.
"Have I earned my way into your bed yet, you tease, or do I need to take all my clothes off right here and now?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 9:17:50 GMT
Ray was naturally aggressive in bed and he was fully intent on being just that with Harley. He knew what would come after his companion’s arms wrapped around his neck. Their momentary intense gaze sent eager chills all through his body. As his pierced lips pressed hard against Harley, he found himself letting loose a small moan when he felt the leg between his. It seemed like he was just as much of a tease as Ray.
His breath was hot and heavy. Ray wanted more, but Harley briefly pulled away just enough speak. While he spoke, the shifter continued to give a trail of heavy and quick kisses along his jaw and slowed as he made his way down his neck. He pulled away and eased his grip on Harley just a little and pressed against his leg. He cocked his head and playfully studied Harley’s face. “It’s no fun if we just go straight to the bed.” Instead of waiting for him, Ray pushed against his lips with more intensity and passion, edging Harley’s mouth open with his pierced tongue. Every now and then his piercing clicked against Harley’s teeth, but Ray was so used to it he kept going.
While distracted, he started to work at Harley’s clothes, pulling off and tearing off as much as he could at such a fasts and eager pace. As he worked at his clothes, his hands slid against naked skin. Instead of immediately working on Harley’s pants, he started slowly moving up the stairs while continuing to pin his partner. Again with aggression, he snatched Harley’s hands and placed them on his waist, just about his trousers as if egging him on. Now it was his turn to pull away, but it was not eagerly. “Trouble needs to be kept in check.”
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Post by Harlequin on Jul 11, 2017 8:17:28 GMT
It was all tongues and teeth and the intriguing sensation of Ray's piercings as they crept higher through the building. All rough, exploring hands and skin already damp with perspiration, the intense moments where they caught each other's eye, the stumble and dance somewhere between fighting each other and moving together. Harlequin was panting when he broke the kiss to pull Ray's shirt over his head, careful not to tangle the fabric in the chains decorating the other Shifter's face, but there was no time to admire the view before they were pressed back together, skin on skin. He'd lost his own jacket and shirt somewhere on the stairs too, discarded and forgotten in favour of closer contact.
"Bed sounds fun to me," he breathed into Ray's mouth, between kisses, between biting his lip. He had a point, though, because the teasing and the foreplay were hot as hell all on their own. Harlequin's hands brushed the flat plane of Ray's stomach, lingering over the hollows of his hips, thumbs toying with the waist of the other Shifter's pants before finding the button and undoing it in once practiced movement. Then, pressing their hips together, Harlequin started trailing light kisses along Ray's throat. Using his teeth every now and then left bright red marks on the brothel owner's neck, tiny brands, small mementos that would turn into faint bruises to remember him by tomorrow. Claws ran through silky blonde hair so that it stood on end - Harlequin assumed his own hair was similarly disheveled. He imagined all of him was pretty disheveled by now. He felt undone, in the best possible way.
"Really, though, take me to your bed Ray. You can fuck me in this hallway later, I want to see your room." The Shifter's gaze was a brazen as his words when he pulled back to stare at Raydon intently, lips swollen and breath catching in his throat.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2017 20:13:52 GMT
Ray was lost in the sensual heat of the moment. As his own shirt was pulled over his head, he was grateful Harley wasn’t too rough since he’d rather not have the chain attached to his ear and nose ripped off. The piercings on his face were not the only ones there, though. His nipples were also pierced, and the coldness of the metal fought against the swelling heat of his body. Soft moans escaped as he felt teeth against his neck,
His hands had begun to work at the buttoning of his partner’s when he was stopped. Ray raised an eyebrow questioningly at Harley’s request, but he was far too turned on to question why it mattered. With a devious grin, he made his way up the last of the stairway, eyeing Harley with such intensity and sexual hunger that it took a lot of self-control for him to contain himself.
At the top, there was no door, just a heavy red curtain that lead into what was both his study and quarters. It was similarly fashioned to the rest of the brothel, with the same type of polished wood and cushioned furniture, but the walls were different. There were no lewd paintings here, but instead wooden walls decorated with some decorative art pieces Ray had collected over the years. His bed was against a massive window, shrouded by more drapes with not a peep of the outside world visible. Ray quite liked his privacy, but every now and then he’d open them.
On either side of the bed and as part of the wall were bookcases filled with ledgers and coin statements. Nothing in them was even remotely interesting. And finally, the bed itself was huge. It could easily feet five or six people on it comfortably, and even more uncomfortably. On each corner was a spiraled wooden pillar that reached up and made contact with the ceiling. Off to their right was his desk and…well, it’d been used for much more than a desk in the past. Overall he considered his quarters to be comfortable and welcoming, but a little more…classy.
Ray turned to face Harley and gestured to the room. “Here it is! Home sweet home.” He took slowly, anticipatory steps towards his partner while biting his lower lip, eyebrows raised in a suggestive manner. Ray pressed his hips against Harley’s lightly and once again, leaned past his face so he could whisper in his ear, “Now what do you want to do?” It was playful and highly suggestive, and he imagined passed on the desire in his voice and sweat on his skin that it was painfully obvious what Ray wanted to do.
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Post by Harlequin on Jul 14, 2017 8:42:19 GMT
There was no doubt about it, Raydon was an attractive man. Curious fingertips brushed the piercings in his nipples and Harley bit his lip, ever-so-slightly entranced, before dragging his claws down the flat plane of the other Shifter's stomach. They were all clashing teeth and tongues and heat when they kissed, teasing and hurried and demanding, clothes scattered through the hallway in their wake without a second thought. Harlequin was still pleasantly buzzed, enough that it added to the sensations, gave the whole experience an extra layer of freedom. He could still taste the beer when Ray kissed him.
Harlequin's insistence on Ray taking him to his bedroom had nothing to do with privacy and everything to do with sheer, unapologetic curiosity. He managed to tear his attention away from the brothel owner long enough to glance around the room, wondering what he might learn about the man in the process. There was nothing nefarious about it; rather, people's most private spaces were a window into who they were, and Ray was an interesting person. Harlequin laughed out loud when his gaze reached the bed - pretty quickly, given the massive thing dominated the room and was quite obviously supposed to be the focal point.
"Exactly how many people do you like to try and cram into a night, to need a bed so large?" The question, of course, was delivered in the kind of teasing, pointed way that made it very clear Harlequin approved. It looked luxurious and inviting, and he was ready to be invited.
He backed up as Ray approached him, cheeks flushed, until the back of his legs hit the bed and he sat down. Reaching out, Harlequin dragged Roy down on top of him and tangled their legs, skin super-heated where they touched, kissing him more slowly and tauntingly than their urgency before. Now he was slow, exploring, like he had all night.
"I should think that much is obvious, but I can describe it in detail if you want..." a grin, pointed fangs flashing, expression amused and playful and boyish.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2017 7:19:51 GMT
Ray enjoyed Harley’s playful tone regarding the number of people he crammed into a large bed. It seemed like the shifter had no issues with the obvious idea that Ray brought many people to his quarters, mostly for sex in his spare time. At a young age, his father forced him to work in a brothel to learn some social skills and gain both an understanding and appreciation for the work life and what the other more permanent employees had to endure. Ever since then, he knew he could not be confined to one person in his life. Ray was sure he’d never settle for just one. There were too many beautiful, interesting people out there to limit ones’ self.
Slowly falling on top of the other shifter, Ray’s hands explored his partner’s body, feeling Harley’s smooth skin, hot to the touch from their intense make out just moments ago. He liked the slower tempo, easing into the kiss that Harley gave him, his hands entangling into the other shifter’s hair. “Maybe someday you can find out,” he purred in response to the question about the people Ray brought into his bed. He liked Harley so far, and he fully intended to find out more about the card-player during, and after their fun in bed.
Ray’s leg found its way between both of Harley’s as he pressed against him. He matched Harley’s grin with his own and challenged him in a hushed, husky tone. “Please, enlighten me.” His leg between Harley’s pushed against him, and Ray leaned down and softly kissed his lips, gently biting Harley’s lower lip as he pulled away.
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Post by Harlequin on Jul 22, 2017 5:21:31 GMT
It took hours to map out each other's bodies, and when they finally slumped back onto the bed, panting and sweaty and exhausted, Harlequin could still see the entrancing hollows alongside Ray's slim hips, the glint of the piercings in lust-hardened nipples, the way he tipped his head back and groaned with slightly parted lips, burned into his mind. The bat Shifter stretched out on the giant bed, hands behind his head, sheets tangled around his legs and waist. His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard but his expression was exultant. Ray was as good in bed as the way he'd kissed him in the hallway had promised.
He found his pants discarded off the side of the bed and, retrieving two cigarettes, lit one himself and offered another to Ray. Blue-grey smoke curled from his lips and nose as he caught his breath, the familiar wash of the tobacco steadying his hands after the mind-blowing orgasm that had left him trembling. As good as it had been, though, Harlequin liked this part almost as much - the slow drifting down from the ultimate high, hormones still flooding his body and leaving him relaxed, sated, blissful. Even better if the person who'd given you that orgasm stuck around to enjoy the post-coital bliss too. Harlequin wasn't monogamous but nor was he cold or distant; he was affectionate and intimate with his partners, if they wanted to be, it just happened he had several of them.
"I guess the huge bed pays off for you, then?" He was certainly enjoying being able to stretch out on it, and it was deliciously comfortable. Ray liked to live in style, it seemed. Harlequin sat up slightly, leaning against the headboard, absentmindedly stroking the inside of Ray's wrist with his free hand.
"Were you serious about inviting some of the others up here..?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2017 9:13:02 GMT
Their night had been filled with so many scents and emotions. All of Ray’s senses were on fire; sight, smell, touch, taste, and even hearing. Though he was resting on the bed, it was all still so fresh in his mind and he had a lot of fun with the shifter. While Harley moved to grab his pants, Ray did the same and leaned over the side of the bed, lucky enough to find his just off the side. He shuffled them on and rolled over to the end where Harley was, happy to accept the cigarette he offered. After he lit it, Ray took in a big breath and parted his lips just slightly to let the smoke escape. He didn’t smoke often, but in their current setting it was nice.
Similar to Harley, Ray was glad for the company after their intimacy. It was nice to just enjoy each other’s company, and he quite liked Harley, in more ways than just one now. He sat up as he smoked an watched Harley’s hand as he stroked Ray’s wrist. “What can I say? I like to indulge in the finer things in life. It’s really good for sleeping on too. Lots of room to sprawl out on.” After how much they both sweat and did in the sheets though, they were bound for a good washing.
He turned to eye Harley with just a hint of mischief in his own, bright orange eyes gleaming. “Why? Did you want to invite more up here now?” He was playing coy, but in the end Roy would have been glad to oblige. The more, the merrier. Thus was the benefit of owning brothels.
Ray stretched, followed by yawning. It was well into the middle of the night now and he rested his head onto Harley’s chest, listening to inhales and exhales as well as the thumping of his heart. It was a soothing sound. “Do you ever miss the sea?” he questioned seemingly out of nowhere. There were still curiosities that Ray had, and he took the chance to ask.
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Post by Harlequin on Jul 26, 2017 8:16:54 GMT
An unashamedly regular smoker, Harlequin let his eyes slide shut with the subtle, soft pleasure of the curl of hot smoke into ash-dusted lungs. After the intense, sharp pleasure of sex it was a delightful contrast, and he liked the acrid burning scent, found it calming. Harlequin didn't open his eyes when Ray spoke, but the slow smile he offered was proof that he was listening, curious and intent.
"Sleeping? I wouldn't know, I don't sleep any more." Hadn't for years and years, in fact. The magic hadn't appeared suddenly, like some magic did - slowly, over time, Harlequin had found he was sleepy less and less, until one day he just stopped ever going to bed for anything but more carnal delights.
"In fact I can keep others awake when they're around me, make it so they don't need sleep either. More time for fun, that way." The Shifter's grin widened.
And widened some more, eyes flicking open, at the mischief in his companion's voice.
"I was told some of your people enjoyed tales of ruffians, preferably those delivered by someone who could also provide a nice view. I love the idea of regaling an adoring crowd with stories of my many swashbuckling adventures." He did, too; Harlequin loved being the centre of attention.
"That Amber was a delight, though I can't afford her, even with the discount." Another grin. He was enjoying this conversation - it covered so many of the things he loved.
Harlequin wove gentle, dexterous fingers through Ray's hair when the other Shifter lay on his chest, the gesture idly affectionate, but his tone turned serious at the man's next question. A slight shrug of his shoulders, like it was no big deal, didn't match the raw quality of his next words.
"I miss it every day. The sea, the salt, the cold, the water. My ship. My crew." This had been Harlequin's life for a very, very long time, since the day he'd been picked up, bedraggled and near-drowning, by a pirate ship off the coast of Shifter Island. He'd been a cabin boy at first but, for all his feminine looks and apparently frail physical strength, the brutality of the captaincy had been a good fit.
"Not enough to go back though. Not yet. One day, definitely, but not yet." Why this was Harlequin could not articulate - he didn't understand it himself. He was trusting instinct with this one. Luckily, he could also trust Crow to keep his ship running without him while he took this strange sabbatical.
"Have you ever been on the sea?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2017 7:40:43 GMT
Ray raised his head off Harley’s chest and brought the hand that held his cigarette to his mouth, taking a deep breath and letting the smoke out through his nose. The feeling of his partner’s hands through his hair was relaxing and nice, and he happily laid his head back down. The magic he spoke of though, it was unique and different. Ray had never heard of someone that had the ability to keep others awake or even keep himself awake. “Ha! Perhaps you have been keeping me awake all this time, for our amusement?” He laughed light heartidly.
Fingers playing along bare skin of Harley’s abdomen, Ray toyed with the idea of seriously bringing up some of the other girls. Perhaps, in their moment of winding down and just enjoying being in the company of another, he was not as willing as before. Still, he quite liked Harley thus far as the man seemed to be fun, interesting, and lively. “Amber is quite expensive. She is one of my best, after all. She’s got quite the soft spot for charm, though, and a little bit of blood.” Ray was a bit of a sadist himself, but he had no intention of showing that side of him. It was just a partial Jest to Harley.
“If…I were present, it would only cost your company to have her along here with us, along with any others. Not forced, though. They have full choice on the matter of course.” None of the women or men in his employee wanted to be where they were. It was a lifestyle, their last resort, the only way to not be stuck on the streets. Ray was sympathetic to their plight, but it was also how he made a business. It was because of his sympathy that he allowed them a lot of freedom, especially when they were done with their shift of work.
Feeling the need for a drink, Ray raised himself up and gently kissed Harley before rolling to the end of the bed and getting up. He hobbled over to one of the nicely decorated tables in the space with a small collection of bourbon and tequila. Lazily, Ray filled one of the small glasses with tequila and he took a nice swig, moaning at the nice, strong flavor that ran down his throat, making his chest warm and fuzzy. Ray turned to Harley, a grin across his face as he held a glass of alcohol in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. “Care for a drink?” There was always time for drinks.
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Post by Harlequin on Jul 30, 2017 7:15:49 GMT
Harlequin's eyes slid shut as the ash on his tongue and the silken hair under sensitive fingertips combined into a delightful mixture of after-sex sensations that made the come down almost as blissful as the high. He didn't open his eyes at Ray's words, but he did smile, the corner of his lips - still slightly swollen - curving upwards.
"I haven't been, but I could keep you up all night if you want me to. Wouldn't need any magic to do it, either." There was something of a smirk about that grin, actually, to better match the words. The muscles in his abdomen twitched every now and then under Ray's touch, tensing and relaxing until the lean muscle was more defined than ever. They made a pretty picture, he thought idly to himself - Ray tall and blonde, him shorter and dark-haired, entwined in the afterglow of their time together.
"Perks of fucking the boss, huh? Whatever you like, Ray. I'd be happy for some more company later on. But I'm just as happy with yours." The bat Shifter opened his eyes when the brothel owner kissed him and got up, and openly, unabashedly watched - admired - the other man as he walked across the room. Harlequin had always had a weakness for pretty things - most pirates did. The noise Ray made when he took a drink, the sight of him in the dull half-light, had him hard again, but he lay there and smoked instead of doing what he really wanted to do, which was get up and try out Ray's desk for something other than writing on. Building anticipation was half the fun, after all, and more importantly he was actually interested in Ray for more than just a good time in bed. Some people in this world were more interesting than others - a Shifter who owned high class brothels, and who intimated to serious gang activity on the side, was more interesting than most.
"How long have you been in business? This business?" Ray certainly seemed to know what he was doing, and this particular brothel was clearly well-established and successful. The other Shifter seemed to be some rather intriguing mixture of savvy businessman and ruthless gangster, though Harlequin was unsure about his assessment of the second part. How involved Ray was, and how, with that darker business, was a very, very compelling mystery, though Harlequin wasn't sure how much Ray would be willing to share.
"I'd love a drink. You choose."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 22:23:06 GMT
Ray had laughed in response to the challenge of being kept up without magic. “Oh really, now? I’d like to see you try,” he retorted back with his own coy smirk. Harley was clever and fascinating and packaged all into one handsome body, one that the shifter found himself quite fond of in their short time together. Somewhat cocky of his own abilities, Ray felt that he had always been quite good at reading people and judging who he’d involve himself with, and thus far over the century he’d been alive.
As he finished his cigarette, he pushed the butt of it into the dish that held the drinks and left it there for the time being, not too worried about cleaning it up just yet. He could feel Harley’s eyes on him and it made him ecstatic, nearly making the brothel owner hard himself. “Perhaps if you came to visit again, I’d invite more. Gives you a good reason to come back.” Ray was intent on getting to know Harley better, now that it was established the two of them enjoyed each other’s company and were slowly beginning to reach just out of the acquaintance social label.
Fully of pride for his work, Ray was happy to talk more about the brothels. His smile was not one of lust or desire, but was soft and compassionate. Briefly he eyed Harley’s beautiful self before turning his attention to the liquors. As per Harley’s answer on the drink, Ray grabbed a spiced bourbon that was laced with a strong hint of cinnamon to accommodate the hard liquor. As he poured the glass, he gladly spoke of the work
“It’s been quite a while. Let’s see…maybe thirty years? I lose track easily.” Once the glass filled, he walked with Harley’s in one, and his own in the other, back to the bed and sat on the same side as his partner. Ray handed the drink over and finished off his own, but did not move back to grab another as he was not intent on getting drunk in the morning. It was more a wake up call for him. “It wasn’t always this nice. My father owned these before me. Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to be the one to run them after he died, but the man was crazy. Even killed my older brother. Forced me into brothel work since I was quite the shy thing back in the day,” Ray laughed it off to show that it was not something he was upset about. After all, he was very satisfied with how his life had come out to be, especially in just the previous night with Harley. Again, his fingers started to gently skim the skin of Harley’s chest and abdomen, gently following the lines of well-defined muscles as Ray spoke. “Took me a long time to get the brothels in decent shape, but I did it. Took a long time though. They’ve only been this good for maybe ten years or so.”
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Post by Harlequin on Aug 14, 2017 7:32:54 GMT
He took a long drag on his cigarette, and a smirk played over Harlequin's features, before he replied.
"Is that a challenge? You should know by now I'd cheat." Of course, that would be the kind of game which would be fun to win or lose, and Harlequin had a feeling they might get to play it sooner rather than later. For now, though, he admired the view, and the way his gaze trailed lazily over Ray was heated, brazen.
"You're a good reason to come back." Teasing aside, Harlequin also had a feeling he might find himself in the City on business again in the not too distant future. His circle of acquaintances and friends was a large one; sociable, fun-loving, Harlequin made connections wherever he went. Adding Ray to that circle was an appealing prospect - hell, even if the man wasn't as interesting and gorgeous as he had the good fortune of being, Harlequin would probably come back just for the bed. He stretched luxuriantly while he waited for Ray to return to it, expression blissful and eyes half closed.
And when he did, he came with bourbon. The bat Shifter sniffed the drink curiously, then tasted it and sighed appreciatively. The warm cinnamon hit that followed the spirit's burn was just to his taste. He watched Ray's hands as the other man spoke, head tilted slightly to show he was listening, even as he was entranced by those elegant, clever fingers moving with the lightest touch over now hyper-sensitive skin. He finished his drink and abandoned the stub of the cigarette in the bottom of the glass before sitting up to kiss Ray, slow and heated and taunting. He could taste tequila on the other Shifter's tongue, sharp and acidic.
"Well, you did a good job." Harlequin's voice was husky when he settled back against the headboard.
"I can't imagine you being shy. Seems you know exactly what you want and aren't afraid to ask for it, these days."
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