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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2017 6:54:18 GMT
“That, my lavishing friend, is what I would want. It’s never fun to only ever play by the rules.” Though he was a successful brothel owner, Raydon was still considered a thug by many. He was, in his own way, a ruffian and had a big part in the drug trade within the City. Occasionally he and his group would also take part in Black Market dealings, but not nearly as often as just selling drugs.
He appreciated Harley’s interest in his life though. It was no secret that Ray was cocky and mildly vain, though he did tend to make an effort to try and hear about other people as well. The fact of the matter was, he thoroughly enjoyed talking about himself. As the other shifter gave Ray a hard kiss, his fingers stopped just momentarily from lightly skimming the surface of Harley’s chest and, just barely, he dug his nails in instead, lightly moaning at the taunt. There was a lingering taste of Harley’s drink, strong and laced with just a touch of cinnamon. As he pulled away, he gently bit down on the shifter’s lower lip and then let go.
“Trying to lure me back into the bed, are we? I am a busy man.” There was a hint of sarcasm laced in his tone of voice to indicate he was jesting. Sure, there was plenty of work to be done, but Ray was enjoying Harley’s company enough to procrastinate on some of the work anyways. “If you so wish, you could come with me. I have some minor business to attend to in the City of Thieves.” Ray watched Harley with a sexual hunger that had not been there a moment ago. His voice became just so slightly husky as he leaned over to close the distance between his and Harley’s face. “We could fuck now and you could come with me if you aren’t too busy yourself, or we can fuck after I deal with my errands.” He paused and moved his hand up Harley’s leg, along the inner part of his thigh. “Or we could do both.” Tauntingly, he moved his face even closer to the shifter’s, just a breath away from meeting his lips before he pulled back with a cocky smirk, removing his hand as well and standing up from the bed to move over and refill his glass.
Raydon loved to be a tease and in a way, he was curious to see how Harley would react. Some people didn’t take kindly to it, but some would take the teasing as an opportunity to ravish him on the spot. All the talk of sex and that lingering kiss was making him hard again, but he used sheer willpower to fight the urge to thrust himself on top of Harley and continue on for round two. This time, instead of sipping at his hard drink though, he took it like a shot and slammed the glass onto the table that held the liquors. Gods, he was way too horny for his own good.
"As for the shyness, it's true. I didn't want to talk to anyone, do anything. Was too shy to take a step into the brothel. I had a lot of....experience to help mold me into a different person."
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Post by Harlequin on Sept 3, 2017 3:05:12 GMT
The energy in the room shifted imperceptibly and Harlequin could feel the slow spread of heat back through his body, starting low in his abdomen and spreading out to tingle every inch of skin. He groaned, the sound vibrating at the back of his throat, a guttural wanting, when Ray broke the kiss and bit his lower lip. The look he gave the other Shifter then was so heated, intent written all over his face, that he was impressed when Ray held back and continued to tease.
"I'm a terrible influence, it's true." He was mesmerised as Ray's hand moved along his thigh, pupils contracting at the sight of those lovely fingers so very close to where he wanted them, but not quite there. The invitation, too...so brazen, so descriptive. Turns out Raydon didn't need to actually touch him; he was hard again, and a flush was creeping into his cheeks from wanting more, much more, really quite badly.
"I'd like to come with you. See a little more of what this life is like."
Harlequin closed his eyes, tilting his head back and sucking in a couple of deep breaths to try and regain composure, when Ray stood and wandered across the room. Then he was up himself and changing, shifting naturally into his half-form for the first time since meeting the other Shifter. Still very recognisable as himself, though his features were more angular and fangs more prominent, the main changes to his appearance were the intricate tattoos that decorated both cheeks, starting just below his eyes, and the wings.
Harlequin's wings were taller than he was. Delicate, leathery, they folded along his back and arched above his head, ending in claws that were as dexterous as a second set of hands. They could not be used for flight - they were for aiding climbing and balance. Sooty black, warm as his skin, he felt more comfortable like this as he wandered across the room to sidle up behind Ray where he was pouring himself another drink, perhaps a little more affected than he pretended to be. Harlequin wound his arms around the other Shifter's waist, resting his chin on the man's shoulder so he could whisper in his ear.
"But first, there is no way in seven hells you're leaving this room without fucking me again." He trailed light kisses along the back of Ray's neck, exploratory, taunting, across the broad muscular plane of his back and shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 6:07:39 GMT
It seemed like everything was just happening all over again. The air seemed filled with the husky scent of two men that were infatuated with each other, hungry for sex and seeming to never be able to get enough of it. Ray heard Harley get off the bed and move towards him, and was met with ruggad hands on his wast, and a chin resting on his shoulder.
The words and breath that came from the other shifter’s mouth sent chills down his spine, making him shudder under Harley’s touch. It was hard to keep himself so composed in the presence of someone as sexy as Harley. Ray rolled his away from the shifter first, but then turned his head to meet Harley’s eyes with his own as the rolling of his neck changed from going away, to going towards the man.
The shift that Harley had caught Ray off by surprise a little. He moaned from the kisses, hungry to go for round two. With quick movement, he turned around and faced Harley, so close that his husky hot breath was brushing off the shifter’s skin. He sized the…bat shifter, was it then(?), up and gently ran the back of his hand along the man’s more angular facial features. “Gods damn, you turn me on so much. You’re too gorgeous for your own good. I'm going to fuck you. Hard.”
More aggressive than he had been before, he shoved Harley hard, not stopping till his back met a wall, though Ray was careful enough to make sure he did not damage the big as fuck wings. One hand curled around Harley’s side and was pressing against his back just in between his shoulder blades, pushing him as a close to Ray as possible. The other was on his chest, slowly but aggressively running down towards Harley’s hips, leaving scratch marks behind. Ray was also pressing his hardness against Harley’s. Gods, Ray wanted to feel every part of him and just fuck him hard.
That would be too quick for him, and he started off with a seductive and sensual kiss, tasting Harley yet again with the piercing on his tongue clacking against teeth. There was more hunger from Ray this time, more aggression and he pulled on Harley.
Despite how much he did not wish to, Ray broke their make-out session and immediately gave quick kisses along the shifter’s neck, down his chest and along his abdomen, biting down mildly after each kiss. He found himself kneeling after just a few moments and, with a searing hunger he could not contain, grabbed Harley’s membrane and did not hesitate to stick his mouth around it.
Raydon was better at oral sex than anything else, and he knew exactly how to please without breaking someone too fast. First his tongue played with Harley’s tip, gently rubbing his piercing against it on the occasion before slowly taking more and more in, moving back and forth in a familiar motion. Occasionally he would deep mouth, taking everything in as far back as he could go as Ray had learned to tame his gag reflex long again. His hands were not on Harley’s waist, moving with him as he thrusted and getting as much of his member into Ray’s mouth at different intervals as possible.
There was only so much any one man could take though, and Ray slowly pulled away just before Harley, or him, would break, and he quickly shot up and immediately began kissing Harley with such intensity and passion as before, not bothering to take a break.
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Post by Harlequin on Sept 3, 2017 6:34:45 GMT
Gods, the way Raydon spoke to him. He was having a hard time imagining the shyness the Shifter had described again; now, Ray was all confidence, brash and forward, deliciously commanding. And what a promise that was - Harlequin shivered at the words and there was no resistance in him as Raydon pushed him backwards until he hit the wall. His wings flared outwards instinctively, pressed against the panelling, their span nearly the length of the room. He could feel the other man was as turned on as he was, and the mutual appreciation they had for each other only added to the experience. A shudder ran through him, over the tense muscles of his abdomen and shoulders, tremors reaching to the very tips of his wings, and Harlequin couldn't remember wanting anything as much as he wanted this right now.
Before, when they'd kissed, it was like they had all the time in the world. Slow, sensual, exploratory. Now it was urgent, aggressive, and Harlequin wasn't shy in letting Ray know just how much he appreciated it, moaning into the other Shifter's kiss with such wanton desire he might have blushed if he hadn't already been so overcome with it all. And when Raydon knelt in front of him, took him in his mouth, he inhaled sharply and tipped his head back, eyes closed at the intensity. It took all his effort not to come then and there but somehow he managed, entwining his fingers through Ray's hair and sinking the claws of his other hand into the wall behind him, in a futile effort to stay grounded somewhere in this universe. He was leaving scratch marks all over Ray's nice panelling, but he was too far gone to care.
The piercing was an unusual addition, and Harlequin found he appreciated it even more than he had before, when it was just for aesthetics. Fuck all this Gods, this was what Harlequin worshiped. Head tilted back, shudders running through his body, mouth open and breath coming in increasingly frantic gasps, wings quivering, eyes closed so he could concentrate on just how great it felt, he was moments off losing it completed when Ray suddenly stopped. He was panting as Ray kissed him again, heated and urgent and demanding, but after a few moments he managed to refocus his gaze and grab Ray's chin, halting the kiss and meeting his eyes brazenly. Harlequin was still shorter than the other Shifter in his half form and the tattoos, combined with the dark kohl still outlining eyes soaked through with lust, made his expression darkly mischievous as he looked up at Raydon through dark lashes.
"And you are much too good at that. Now, don't you want to see what I look like bent over that nice desk of yours?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 7:02:02 GMT
Unsure whether Harley could tell or not, Ray was having a hard time not coming as well. There was so much intensity with the way they kissed and felt each other, as if they’d been deprived of sex for far too long that made him on the edge of losing it. The moans that came from the shifter only added to that feeling; Ray loved nothing more than to make another man moan. There was something so satisfying and fulfilling to hear whom he was having sex with enjoying it.
Ray had completely forgotten about the desk till Harley had managed to stop from their intense make-out session. Orange eyes flared with desire and aggression, he didn’t even hesitate. Ray loved to be the dominant one. “I’m going to fuck you so hard over that desk till you’re on the brink and are begging me to come inside you.” His hands reached up into Harley’s hair and he pulled, enough so that just the tinge of pain was registered as a sexually satisfying sort, but not so much as to make his body react to it as painful rather than pleasureful.
Teeth pressed against Harley’s throat, he pulled with the hand that was pressing against the shifter’s back until he felt the familiarity of his desk against his waist. Ray pulled away from Harley, eyes a brilliant orange as he did not break eye contact while shoving everything off the desk with one swift movement. There were papers and ink bottles, as well as pens, but he was hardy concerned. The clatter to the floor was loud, but it just added to the deep hunger he felt and the need to fuck fast and long. All he wanted was Harley, on the desk, bent over, with Ray’s dick inside him.
He did reach into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant, coating his fingers and member in it before replacing the top of it and returning it to where it was. Ray shifted positions, aggressively grabbing Harley by his shoulders and flipping him over so that he was against the desk an Ray was not.
He leaned down, brushing past Harley’s cheek with his own as he went close to his ear. “Turn around and bend over. I’m going to ravage you.” Ray began to pull away, nibbling on Harley’s ear as he did so and when he was back to looking at the shorter, winged shifter, he crossed his arms and looked at the man expectedly, waiting for his command to be followed. Ray had Harley pinned, nearly straddling the shifter as he leaned against the desk. Ray felt it added to the challenge, trying to turn over while pinned down by a devilish-ly attractive man.
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Post by Harlequin on Sept 3, 2017 7:56:56 GMT
Those orange eyes were mesmerising. Harlequin shivered at the threat, at the promise, never breaking eye contact as Ray dragged him over to the desk. He was thrilled with the reaction; Harlequin could be dominant or submissive, and alternated frequently depending on the mood, but this felt perfect right now. Another tremor when Raydon let him go to sweep the desk free of clutter, leaving it bare and inviting and just a little intimidating, and he was so on edge from all the hormones that he just about jumped when an ink pot hit the ground and shattered, splattering the floor and both of them with tiny flecks of black liquid. He could hardly move though, chest still rising and falling a little faster than usual and breath hitching in his throat while he watched Ray lubricate himself. Now that was a beautiful sight. So very...promising.
He was getting the feeling that Ray had used his desk for something other than work before. The man's movements were practiced, confident, verging on aggressive. And Harlequin was only too happy to find himself under Raydon's control. Quite how he ended up backed against the desk so fast, the edge digging into his back, he didn't know, but there was no complaint from him at the way Ray was taunting him. In fact, when Ray leaned forward to whisper in his ear, his words quiet and demanding and absolutely fucking filthy in the best way, he just about melted. His wings were as communicative as the rest of him, flaring when Ray's teeth found his ear, sagging against the desk when the man leaned back and watched him expectantly.
Slowly, Harlequin reached out and trailed one hand over Ray's stomach, his claws leaving thin red lines without quite breaking the skin, lower and lower until he was holding Ray's length in one hand, thumb moving slowly over the tip. He loved the way muscle rippled under skin at his touch, and the way it distracted the other man for just a second so Harlequin could slide his leg in between Ray's, giving him enough room to maneuver. Just. He turned quickly but then he stopped and very, very slowly bent over the desk, looking back at Ray over his shoulder with an unwavering, heated gaze as he did so. His wings flared again, briefly, before the claws tipping them curled over the edge of the desk alongside his hands, white-knuckled from gripping it hard already. Then, without speaking a word, Harlequin simply arched one brow. Raydon could read into that what he liked - like what you see? Is this what you wanted? Or, maybe, what are you waiting for?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 19:56:33 GMT
Ray was quite happy that Harley was willing to play along with the submissive role. He much preferred to be dominant in most situations, but on the occasion, would play the submissive role himself. It was refreshing, though, when there was just the slightest hint of defiance in those ravishing lilac eyes of his. Instead of simply listening to his demands, Ray moaned and rolled his head back as the man’s clawed hand worked its way down the length of his body. His breath was cut short when he felt Harley’s hand around his length. Where Ray had once been leaning back, watching the shifter, he was nearly doubled over Harley, Gripping the edge of the desk to keep himself from giving in to his most wanted desire. Breaths short hot and heavy, it was the perfect opportunity for the shifter to give himself more room to shift around like Ray had commanded.
By the time he managed to catch his breath, relaxing his tense back and shoulders, Ray gripped either side of Harley’s waist, digging his nails into his skin. He pushed himself up, brow furrowed from sexual frustration and he pursed his lips just slightly as he looked down at the man below him. There were so many things about Harley that he already enjoyed so much. Sure he was sexy and taunting, but the man was mischievous and alluring. Ray was always a fan of the ruffian lifestyle, finding it to be a major turn on.
Though still aggressive, Ray was still careful as to not cause too much pain. He’d only been with Harley for a night and was still testing the waters, seeing what he was into and what he wasn’t. He was slow at first, using the lubricant on his fingers to play around inside of Harley first. His other hand was still on Harley’s hip, and before long he pulled his fingers out and grabbed his own shaft, pushing the tip of himself into Harley somewhat slowly, but faster than before. Again, his breath caught, but this time Ray had a seductive and menacing grin spread across his lips as he moved forward and back, slapping against Harley as his speed gradually increased faster and faster.
Ray huffed and grunted, trying to keep his composure as he gave what he promised; fucking Harley hard. He leaned forward and grabbed the shifter by his hair, pulling his head back. His other hand was steadily creeping down and around Harley’s waist, close to his own hardness. Beads of sweat formed quickly on Ray’s skin from the fast movements of skin on skin. His breath, though ragged, was much more controlled. Ray held back some intense moans, not wanting them to be let loose too soon.
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Post by Harlequin on Sept 4, 2017 8:54:44 GMT
Gods, it wasn't half a turn on to be able to make Ray react like he did when Harley touched him, practiced hand coaxing the other man to curl over, breath coming in short gasps, hand white-knuckled where he gripped the desk. He watched the reaction through half-lidded eyes, his own breathing increasing a little in tempo, thinking someone never looked more beautiful than when they were on the edge of losing control. And when he did turn around, following the command with his customary edge of rebellion - slowly, and taunting, daring the other man to take more, demand more, he kept on watching. The war for control, the frustration, all the more gorgeous. Harlequin did love the way Ray was looking at him right now.
He couldn't keep watching though, not when Raydon was doing that with his fingers. Harlequin's breath hitched and he pressed his brow to the desk, eyes sliding shut, mouth slightly open. The wooden surface was cool against his skin, already damp with sweat. And when the other man pressed into him he groaned, unabashed, the sound filling the room with heat and urgency and desire. Back arching, spine curling over, he gripped the edge of the desk so hard his fingers cracked. At the first push his wings flared wide, trembling, spread to their full span before they folded back in so the claws could grip the desk too. He was leaving gouges in the fancy wood surface and he didn't care even a little bit. He figured Raydon could afford a new one...or perhaps he'd like the reminder of how much he'd made Harley moan right here.
He was breathing in time with Ray's thrusts, the edge of a gasp at every movement turning into another throaty groan when the other man curled his fingers through his hair and yanked his head back. His ribs were heaving, every line stark through pale skin - it had been too long since he'd last fed, but he wasn't thinking of that kind of satiation right now - and he bit his lip so hard that blood welled and stained his teeth. He was unravelling, eyes unfocused, and Ray looked so controlled still, so in charge. Which only turned him on more...he was losing it, claws scrabbling for purchase on the desk and leaving deep rents, while the man causing the internal chaos seemed deliberate, restrained, brutal.
"Fuck...fuck." Under his breath, an edge of desperation to his tone, these were the only words his fevered mind could dredge up right now.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2017 16:38:34 GMT
Raydon could tell Harley was losing it, but so was he. With every thrust, there was a part of him that just wanted the sweet release, but it was still too soon. His head would roll back, eyes closed, as he grunted and huffed, and then he would look down at the sweet scene of Harley bent over, struggling to keep himself together and it just made him even more turned out. While he was pulling on the shifter’s hair, his eyes hungrily took in every gracious curve, every bead of sweat on his backside.
He could hear the sound of wood cracking ever so slightly under the pressure of Harley’s wings. It inspired Ray to move quicker and with more force, even more turned on from how much he seemed to be enjoying it all. Once the moans started to come from Ray’s mouth, they wouldn’t stop. They were deeper than how he sounded when he spoke, husky and filled with lust. Unable to keep his strong composure much longer, he let go of Harley’s hair and instead gripped both sides of his waist, pushing himself as far in as he could over and over.
"Fuck...fuck."
Fuck was right. Ray was losing himself, hot and sticky with sweat that was a mix of fast movements and sexual strain. Both their moans were loud and filled the room. Ray never cared if anyone could hear them; in fact, he wanted other people to hear how great they were fucking each other. He lived in a damn brothel, after all.
It was too much to keep himself together though. “Hn-fuck. Tell me what you want.” He loved good dirty talk, especially when he was the more dominant one in the situation.
Unable to fuck Harley upright now, he was slowly leaning forward, more slouched, and moved his hands from Harley’s waist to the edge of the desk, slightly struggling to keep a good grip from the slickness of the wood and the sweet on his hands. At his peak, he used his grip on the desk to give a few final, hard thrusts into Harley, desperately trying to go as deep in as he could, and just as he orgasmed his whole body shuddered as he came.
Exhausted, Ray slumped over and laid on top of Harley, breathing fast as if he’d just run a marathon. Again, his body shuddered before he pulled out and gave soft kisses along Harley’s shoulders and back. It was a few moments before Ray felt he was able to push himself off Harley and the desk, somewhat dizzy from how amazing he’d felt in those last few moments, and reached out a hand to the shifter to help him up.
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Post by Harlequin on Sept 5, 2017 7:46:30 GMT
Every time Harlequin thought there couldn't possibly be anything more Ray increased the tempo a little further, thrust a little harder, pushed a little deeper. The sound he was making was incoherent, somewhere between pleading for reprieve and begging for more, always more, don't stop don't slow down don't let this end. The sounds Raydon made, too, were sending shivers down his spine as he arched his back and contorted under the other man's brutal ministrations, panting from the effort of it all. The angle Ray held him at, hand tangled through his hair, strained the muscles in his neck and shoulders but even that pain made it better. He was so, so utterly at the other Shifter's mercy.
When Ray finally let him go Harlequin rested on his forearms for half a second, head hanging and breath coming in slow gasps, before he realised it was only so Ray could use his hips for leverage and fuck him even harder than before. Then his spine was curling again, head buried in the crook of one arm and eyes closed to focus on the fucking incredible feeling of Raydon doing exactly what he'd promised he would. He almost missed the other man's words, except the quiet commanding edge to his tone caught his attention. With effort Harlequin turned his head, eyes flickering open as he looked back over his shoulder at his lover, his tormentor, his deliverance, biting his lip again and not even noticing the trickle of blood over swollen lips.
"I want you to make me...take you harder...longer...deeper...than anyone has before." He ground the words out between groans because Raydon was already doing exactly that. He would have bruises on his hips and thighs from the edge of the desk by tomorrow, but right now the roughness of it was so much what he wanted he would have begged for more if Ray asked him to.
By the end, though, he couldn't have formed words no matter how hard he tried. One hand gripped Ray's forearm, the other coaxing out his own orgasm though maybe he didn't even have to touch himself, it felt that goddamn good. A wordless cry, wings arching over his back before he collapsed over the desk and they fell to the sides, twitching uncontrollably with the last waves of his climax. For a long moment he just closed his eyes and waited for the aftershocks to pass, breathing harsh and fast, ribs heaving, Ray's lips on his back and shoulder searing hot on sweat-damp skin. It took some time before he could even think of moving but he hoped Ray would enjoy this final picture, him not just bent over the desk anymore but slumped, spread, used. When he could he took the other man's offer of a hand to help him up, unsurprised to find his legs shaky as he licked the blood from his mouth. He felt strung out, wired and shattered at the same time, the feeling not unlike coming down from some more artificial high, and his pupils were blown out when he looked up at Ray and tilted his head, smiling pointedly.
"How did I look, then? Bent over your desk?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2017 16:15:08 GMT
Still huffing and puffing from his heavy breathing, Ray pulled his hands through his hair, which was laced with sweat, and watched Harley with a sense of admiration and just a hint of more sexual longing. He wrapped his arms around the shifter’s waist, gently pulling him close and kissing him softly on his lips, a lingering taste of copper left over from the bleeding. He gave a crooked smirk as the question. Cocky little minx. One of his hands went up and held Harley gently on his neck as Ray answers. “Lavishing. Hot. Sexy. Dirty. Inviting.” There were many words to describe how Harley had looked. Recovering from the fast breathing and movements, he leaned in and rested his head into Harley’s shoulder, smiling every so slightly, breath hot against the man’s still sticky skin.
He stayed there for a moment, just enjoying Harley’s company. A good drinking pal, a trickster, and even good in bed. The man was a great package all in one. Finally he pushed himself up, looking into Harley’s lilac eyes with his own bright orange ones and gave a quick peck on the lips before letting go of the shifter and turning to a small wash station over in the corner of the room. Though he wanted to just lie in bed all day, cuddling and fucking the man in the room with him, he did have some work to do.
As he used a washcloth to clean up some of the sweat that had accumulated on him, he looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Well, guess I’ll need to add ‘cleaning the desk’ to my list of chores for the day. Can’t very well do paper work with cum and sweat all over it, now can I?” Was he actually complaining? Not at all. In fact, he thought it was hot that there were scratches and marked parts of the wood to remind him of Harley. Lots of people had been fucked on the desk, but none had made a lasting impression till now. There was also the matter of ink staining the floor and papers all over the place, but he’d deal with that latter too.
Ray found a pair of clean trousers, loose fitting and charcoal in color, as well as a short maroon tunic that fell down just halfway to his thighs. Hanging off one of the chairs in his room was a thick, waist band full of pockets made to hold his small knives. He wrapped it around his waist and put on a pair of sandals as well. He also made sure to take off the chain connected from his septum ring to his ear, as it was more of a liability in most situations.
The overall look he had was very different from before. Before he had looked welcoming, social, even charming, but now he was much more rugged and unclean, a hint of danger shinning behind his bright orange eyes.
Since Harley had been the one to offer a cigarette before, Ray took the chance to offer him one now. He pulled out a drawer full of smokes and grabbed one for himself and the bat shifter. Playfully, he walked up to Harley and reached out to offer it to him. “I don’t have much to do, but we can easily spend more time fucking each other after. Can’t say I’m able to get enough of you.”
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Post by Harlequin on Sept 8, 2017 11:01:14 GMT
After the turbulence, the harshness, of what they'd done on that desk, the kiss was sensual - the tranquility following a storm. Harlequin leaned into Ray, skin tingling where the other Shifter pressed into his shoulder. Slowly their breathing returned to normal, matching each other through this moment of closeness. Harlequin ran gentle fingers through Ray's hair and smiled at the words used to describe him. Now that was what he liked to hear.
But the world couldn't stand still forever. Following Raydon's lead, Harlequin wiped away the sweat of their exertion and changed back to his Human form before shrugging his shirt back over his head, and wriggling back into the indecently tight pants and equally fitted jacket he'd been wearing before Ray scattered them all over the hallway and room.
"Paperwork? That sounds awful. Surely you won't ever want to use your desk for anything so mundane again." He glanced around the room though - they really had made a mess. And he'd marked up not only the fancy desk but also the nice walls. Not that Ray seemed precious about the decor - he'd been the one to splatter ink over everything - and personally, Harlequin liked places and things that told the story of their history in their appearance. Now Ray's room bore the marks that he'd been fucked within an inch of his life here, and he thought it was all the better for it.
"At least, next time you sit down to do paperwork, the memories of what you last did on that desk might prove something of a distraction." Harlequin certainly hoped so. He loved the thought of Ray trying to focus, seated in his office chair with quill in hand, images of a slender winged man bent over the desk and looking back at him with sultry bedroom eyes flashing through his mind...
Harlequin took the cigarette, glad for the soothing hit of nicotine after the mind-shattering experience of a few moments ago. And he admired Raydon as he smoked, head tilted as he took in the new outfit, the new demeanour. No longer the smooth businessman, Ray appeared to have stepped much more into the world of the ruthless gangster he had hinted at earlier. Which, quite aside from being hot as all get out, was deeply intriguing. He was very glad to have been invited along on whatever errands Ray needed to run while looking like that.
"I suppose you can drag me out of the bedroom for a while. I'm not promising we'll make it all the way back here before I try seducing you again, though."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2017 21:33:04 GMT
“Oh I’ll make sure the marks stay. Gives the room some character, I think.” Had Harley been a one-time hookup deal, Ray probably would have fixed and replaced everything damaged. This was not the case though. He was still interested in the shifter, learning more about his life and adventures and even interested in exploring him further in bed. He was curious whether the man could play the dominant role, and Ray was interested in finding out…later.
Ray was well aware that he had a sort of double life. Sure, running a business and being a gangster tended to go hand-in-hand, but he was two completely different people with each job. While in the brothel, he was collected and calm, even compassionate and protective. Ray always kept an eye out for the men and women that were forced to live that life. If anyone stepped over his brothel’s boundaries, he was quick to intervene. He never expected his consorts to endure physical violence (unless they wanted to), do anything if they were unwell or sick, or take part in any form of kink that they were not comfortable with. Being a whore or a gigalo was a rough life that most didn’t want, and he aimed to make it comfortable.
On the other side of the spectrum when he was running the Spurs, Ray was a different man. Authorative, proud, violent, harsh, and even dangerous. While he was hardly the best fighter even among his own men, he was more manipulative and silver-tongued than any of them. He also had a good way with his knives and used secrets to break people. Harley, he supposed, would get to see both sides in a day. Not to mention, Ray cared little for anyone that wasn’t directly under his wing. If his consorts were addicted to the drugs he sold, he would try his best to make them sober due to his knowledge on how destructive they are. Anyone else, besides those in the Spurs? They could all go to hell and overdose for all he cared.
Ray readied a few more things and fixed his hair, which was more like a rats nest. When he was ready to go, he held out his arm so Harley could hook his through, cigarette held by his lips. “Shall we?” He was smiling mischievously, but also with a hint of admiration for the man he had spent his time with. “I expect to be seduced on the way back now, I hope you know.”
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Post by Harlequin on Sept 16, 2017 3:23:44 GMT
Harlequin used both hands to untangle his hair, wild and in disarray from Ray's earlier attentions. There was only so much that could be done without washing and restyling it, but fortunately he wasn't the slightest bit ashamed of looking sex-rumpled and ever so slightly disheveled after the delicious attentions of his newest infatuation. There was still a red flush, faint but noticeable, to his cheeks, and a kind of glazed satiation to his eyes. Let them all see it. Let them all be jealous.
He hooked his arm through Ray's when offered, a quick playful grin offered as he did so, the cigarette held loosely in his teeth. He let the smoke curl from between his lips before taking it in two long fingers to tap the ash into his abandoned glass from earlier. Then, ready - his legs finally steady enough to walk - he nodded and allowed Ray to lead him back through the brothel. He paid even more attention to it on the way back down, admiring the erotic artwork more closely, appreciating the general ambience. It was a whore house, unmistakable, and a certain roughness always came with the territory - it was never shiny and lustrous and perfect. It was a place people lived and fucked and - like him - left marks on the walls. But it was charming, definitely. A kind of worn romance to a place where people, for the most part, came to escape. Harlequin liked places like this.
"You just keep your mind on your business and let me worry about the seducing," he purred.
"Wouldn't want you getting...distracted. I do get the feeling you might be a bit dangerous, Raydon." Some of the brothel's occupants did indeed note their passage through the building, and any that cared enough to shoot them a look or a smile received one in return from Harlequin, who was more than happy that it be widely known he was screwing the boss. Tended to give people a kind of power, that did, and one must never turn down opportunities that might come along with it...even if it was only the grudging admiration or perhaps, in some cases, envy of a few consorts.
"Where are we going, anyway?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 6:23:49 GMT
Ray loved the brazen confidence that Harley held as they walked arm-in-arm. It added to Raydon’s own over-confidence and ego, and he couldn’t help but give a crooked smirk. In a similar fashion, he wanted everyone to know that they’d been fucking. The messy hair, the faint smell of sweat, all of it. In this way, it made a statement to others that Harley was not to be trifled with or harassed, not to be bothered by anyone working under him.
Their exit from the brothel was perfectly done, almost as if it were staged, but Raydon was used to this sort of thing. From his peripherals he spotted the daemoness, Amber, whom they’d seen at the bar. She had a cocked and curious eyebrow and eyed both him and Harley with hungry eyes. Ray made a note to invite her up when he and Harley returned, especially since Raydon didn’t mind sharing at all.
Though his brothel was much better compared to most, they were still in the sleaziest part of the City. The Red Light district was hardly clean, save for the few Brothels that were for upper class humans. The further they strayed from the chicken shifter’s home, the more apparent this became with the garbage and dirty waters that appeared on the cobblestone alleyways.
Flirtatiously, he looked over to Harley at the mentioning of being dangerous and he couldn’t help but add to it.“You have no idea.” One of his deepest secrets was how much of a sadist he was, especially in bed, but very, very few people knew of that dark side. This thought made him curious; What were some of Harley’s secrets? Secrets were more powerful than most weapons, which was why Ray never shared his. Some people were just stupid and too open about them, but he was sure that was not the case with the bat shifter. Otherwise Ray would not have been nearly as interested if the guy was just going to blatantly tell him his life’s story.
“I’ve gotten reports in on a group of thugs picking on some of my girls, as well as provoking my dealers.” Normally, Raydon would leave that sort of work for his groupies and goons to figure out. However… “There’s been an issue though in the area. Talk that someone has been selling our goods for less, which means I’m making less money. They’re on my turf, and I don’t take that insult lightly.” The thought of it sort of made him angry, and his bright orange eyes were suddenly cross and dangerous.
Though he’d called it a simple errand, it was mostly likely going to end up with someone or other dead. It was up to Harley if he wanted to stick around for that, but Raydon had no intention of actually dragging him into it.
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