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Porter glanced around Cy’s body. Even after being at the PGD for a month, he was still skittish. It was the reason Jaygen wasn't exactly allowed to yell at him for leaving the bathroom a mess after he'd decided to shave, soak the place and leave towels all over. Cyrus was pretty sure Porter had nowhere to go, just like the rest of them. They’d do their damndest not to scare him off and if that meant everyone else had to deal with Jaygen’s attitude then so be it. At least until Porter was a bit more comfortable.
"What's the catch?" Porter asked.
"Do you want there to be one?" Cyrus raised a brow. "Do you want me to tell you that you'll need to fuck me first?"
"I wouldn't put it past you,” he mumbled.
Cyrus chuckled and let himself inside, breezing past Porter effortlessly. There was something about the way Porter eyed him that set his body on fire. The only other person that had that instant reaction for him was Ozni. But in all honesty, he would take each and every member of the host bar, but as much as they teased, not one had touched him. It was almost frustrating at this point.
What's a guy got to do to get railed in this place?
It made him want to pout. He glanced around Porter's room and it was still as bare as always, in stark contrast with his own that boasted silks, expensive draperies, a canopy bed loaded with pillows, soft rugs, art work, mirrors and a massive television. There were always candles going or music playing and the entire atmosphere was welcoming compared to Porter's little...prison cell.
"My, my, are you going to live like this forever?" Cyrus ran a hand over the blanket and pulled a face. "Don't you want to go shopping with me and get some new things?"
Porter glanced at him warily. "I think it's okay for what it is."
Cyrus chuckled. "Bullshit. Everytime you look at this place, you pull that face." He pointed out the frown that was on Porter's lips. "If you want to make this better we can always go out and get you something. Tomorrow, me and you. Especially if we earn big tonight."
"I-I don't know. Maybe," Porter said softly.
Cyrus let his gaze drag up and down Porter, not hiding his desire for the human in the slightest. Porter's face went a startling red, and he tried to hide it, glancing away quickly. Even when Cyrus wasn't pumping out pheromones, Porter still blushed for him. It was yet another reason he found the human so delectable.
"Are you wearing this?" Cyrus pointed to the short fitted skirt on the bed and the white blouse. The whole outfit would show off Porter's body and heat licked up Cyrus’s spine at the images that assaulted him. He couldn’t wait to see Porter all dressed up for the night.
"It's secretaries and bosses, right?" Porter asked as he fingered the skirt. "Arden sent it up for me. Is it terrible?"
Cyrus shook his head so hard his dark locks tumbled from their bun. "No, not at all. I think you'll be hot as hell."
"Thanks," Porter whispered, a smile forming on his lips until Cyrus lifted his head by his chin and he bit his lip. "What are you doing?"
"Do you trust me?"
Immediately, Cyrus wanted to take that question back. Nobody truly trusted an incubus. While they were alluring, they were dangerous. They could fuck you into heaven and you would wake up in hell, your soul drained, your life given for one night of pleasure. Most of the other supernaturals tolerated him because it would take a lot more to drain one of them, but a human? A single night of rolling in the sheets and they’d end up closer to death if you weren’t careful. Not to mention the fact that even Arden drilled it into him that he wasn't to do anything without consent. It was the usual incubus rhetoric, they were all whores and would take and do what they wanted when they wanted. No one got to know the actual personality behind each of them.
"Yeah," Porter said quietly. "I still don't want you trying to fuck me, but I trust you."
Cyrus blinked at him. Did Porter know what he was saying to him? He couldn't see an ounce of a lie on his face, which wasn't that surprising. Jaygen kept telling him to be honest and Porter was really starting to embrace it, even if it got him into trouble sometimes.
"Are you okay?" Porter asked.
He nodded and quickly removed his hand. "Yes. I want to gather some things from my room for you and I'll be back shortly. I have the perfect accessories to make this outfit shine."
Cyrus beat a hasty retreat and rustled through his closet. Once he had an arm load of frilly, lacy underwear, jewelry, and props, he carried them out of his room before he stopped short. He could smell Ozni before he saw him and when he turned around the daywalker was staring at him. Oz tilted his head and lifted a brow.
"I'm not moving out or anything, don't look at me like that." Cyrus sniffed. "I'm helping the human out with his outfit." He moved closer to Oz and smiled up at him. "If you want, I could help you with yours too. I'll even undress you myself."
There. Cyrus saw the slightest quirk of his lips into a grin and he was flooded with heat, making his incubus pheromones spill into the air involuntarily. Oz pushed his fingers into Cyrus’s hair and Cy nearly sank to the ground. As that palm traveled against his flesh and then Oz's thumb dragged over his bottom lip, it took everything in him to remember he couldn't simply jump the vampire.
And as quickly as he was there, Ozni was gone.Shit. Whenever it seemed they had a soft moment, Oz did his vampire crap and took off on him. Cyrus could go hunting him through the halls, but he didn't think that was a good idea. Instead, he pushed himself off of the wall he had sank against without even realizing it and quickly went back to Porter's room.
"Okay, I have everything we need I think. Let's see if you'll look better in-"
Cyrus stopped as Porter stared at him with glazed eyes. He waved a hand, but Porter didn't break eye contact. When he took a step forward, Cyrus stepped back.
Shit. This isn't the time. Damn pheromones.
Ozni had riled him up and he couldn't just make them dissipate right away when he was deeply attracted to someone. He could try, but it was difficult. Porter followed him until Cyrus ran into the bed and plopped onto the mattress. Not even hesitating, Porter climbed on top of him.
