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[kersen]

Kersen sometimes did this thing where when he was feeling his worst, he tried to look his best. Elaborate drag when he was the most down, for example. Like maybe he could force cheerfulness with sequins and lipstick.

This time, he couldn't seem to muster up the energy for drag, though. What "look" said 'I just found out a lover is a serial killer'? Particularly coupled with 'what does this say about my taste in men'? Finally, he'd just gone with the forced cheerfulness: dark purple leather pants and a shirt (gifted to him by an employee years ago) that read OF COURSE I'M PRO-GAY, DO YOU THINK I WORK THIS HARD TO BE AN AMATEUR GAY in bright rainbow colors.

... also he'd started smoking again. Which was a little ironic since he was pretty sure that any effect they had on him was purely psychosomatic.

However, at the moment he was having a smoke break outside his bar. It was fairly early yet, just past 9pm. The streets were still full, lively with people leaving restaurants and shops, heading into bars and theaters. He liked this time of night, where the world was still alive. Wished he could experience more of it.

Some asshole walking by threw a homophobic slur at him, and he was briefly, stupidly tempted to flash his fangs as a threat. Instead he said, "The most fabulous you'll ever see, honey," and flicked the cigarette to the ground. Luckily it was the cowardly sort of asshole, and he just stuck up his middle finger and kept walking.

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[kersen]

The impulse that Kersen had to bite him right here in front of everyone was overwhelming enough that it disturbed him a little. Clearly he'd had a bit too much to drink.

He stood and grabbed Fin's hand. "Perfect, let's go downstairs." Before he was tempted anymore.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin grinned, drunk and giddy as he followed Kersen's lead.

"But it's so nice to have an audience," the fae prince laughed. "Want me all to yourself? So selfish. ...I like selfish."

[kersen]

"I don't want trouble," Kersen murmured, and turned to look at Fin. "They're jealous. They want you. But they can't have you, can they?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Not tonight. Tonight I'm with you," Fin purred, letting his magic lace the air again, enjoying the slight hint of danger it brought with it.

[kersen]

"Okay yes, let's definitely go," Kersen said, a bit of a rumble in his voice. "Before I just throw you against a wall." He tugged Fin to the door to the stairs going down to the basement.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin grinned, leaning into him a little.

"Wouldn't say no to that," he laughed, though he didn't hesitate to follow Kersen downstairs to his private room.

[kersen]

Once they were downstairs, Kersen did push Fin up against a wall.

"God you smell good," he murmured, and leaned into him, inhaling against his neck.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin's magic lit up at the slight hint of aggression, and the fae tilted his head as he offered up his neck.

"Do you want to taste me?" he purred. "Do you want a bite?"

[kersen]

"... yes," Kersen groaned. He pressed his body against Fin's. "Do you want me to?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Yes," Fin purred, moaning softly. "Do it."

[kersen]

Kersen's breath came quicker for a moment, and then... he bent his head and sank his fangs into Fin's throat. He hoped this made Fin want him as much as he wanted Fin.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Kersen's teeth sunk in, and Fin moaned as he leaned back hard against the wall. It was easier than trying to keep himself upright as his eyes rolled back and fluttered shut.

[kersen]

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