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There were no thoughts clouding his mind, Porter just followed his instincts and everything in him said to take care of Cyrus. They fell into bed together, thoughts of tea long abandoned. Porter pulled Cyrus against his body and the incubus curled up against his chest.
"I have so much to ask you,” Cyrus sighed, “but all I want to do is enjoy this right now."
Porter was grateful that he didn't have to talk about his past. He'd revealed a little too much, but how could he not? Cy was easy to talk to.
Porter let his hands drift up and down Cyrus’s back, the soft silk of the robe caressing his fingers delicately. Cyrus snuggled in closer and let out the sweetest moan Porter had ever heard.
"You like being touched, don't you?" Porter asked.
"Yes."
He pushed his fingers into the soft strands of Cyrus’s hair and massaged his scalp. The more Porter touched him, the more Cyrus relaxed until Porter heard his breathing even out. When he looked down, the incubus was fast asleep.
Porter knew that he'd been wrong in his assumptions about Cyrus. There was so much more to the incubus than he initially thought and that he’d seen.
"I know I screw with you and tease you, but any day you want to fuck me into this mattress, I’ll take you up on that offer.” Cy smiled. "You're too beautiful not to get what you want," Cyrus whispered before he fell back asleep.
Cyrus's nose twitched and Porter stifled a laugh. What a cheeky incubus.Cyrus was so cute.
What was happening to him in this insane place?
Stayingto the shadows was something Ozni was skilled at; it afforded him the ability to observe a room undisturbed. He leaned against the wall and made sure his tall frame was completely covered by the darkness. Hosts were getting ready for the night decorating their sections for their clients and making sure everything was to PGD standards.
The richest sound of pure laughter resonated around the room and instantly Ozni knew who it’d come from. Cyrus. He was no longer filled with whatever had him in a mood days ago. Nails bit into the palm of Ozni’s hand, the pain keeping his emotions intact. He’d been useless, unable to give Cy what he wanted, all due to his own shortcomings. Ozni’s gaze sought out the incubus. More laughter bubbled out of Cy. It sounded so good that Ozni wanted to bottle it up and keep it to himself. Porter stood next to Cy, arms wrapped around the incubus as they continued to talk in their little bubble.
Ozni wanted more than ever to join them but he stayed in his little corner knowing the moment he walked over to them there wouldn’t be any more laughter. He was forced to watch from the outside. It really shouldn’t bother him, it was his life. He always stayed just outside of things, never fully intertwining himself in anything. It wasn’t safe, not for him or for the others.Ozni was a monster.Before his mind could go down the dark rabbit hole, he pushed the thoughts away and focused back on Cy and Porter.
Cy wore a black harness that had silver chains dangling and when he turned Ozni was forced to bite his bottom lip to keep the growl from emitting from him and giving away his hiding spot. Cy’s sheer white button up was undone and hung open, showing off all of his blemish-free, milky skin.
Ozni’s mouth watered at the thought of sinking his teeth in. He was forced to close his eyes and leaned further back, reining in his bloodlust. He had no need for breathing but he found over the years that it helped him regain control over himself. He took in deep breaths before holding it and then slowly letting it out.
Opening his eyes once again, Ozni found he was in control of himself. With the full intention of scanning the entire bar, Ozni’s gaze fell to Cy and Porter once more.Dammit!But in his defence, the two pulled everyone's attention easily.
Cy’s back was to him; it should have saved Ozni, but that was far from the case. The incubus wore tight leather black shorts that hardly covered his firm bubble butt. Cy was seriously trying to make people have heart attacks. Ozni glanced over to Porter and nearly choked on his tongue. The human had on a purple wig that was done up in two buns, with a few strands framing the sides of his face. His make up was light, with the most enticing gloss on his lips. He wore a fitted crop top that had holes in it purposely placed just above one of his nipples and another rip showing a bit of his collar bone. But the words printed on the shirt in soft glittery purple readBite me, Daddy.
The muscles in his stomach bunched as Porter giggled at something Cy said. Oz could tell that Porter had literally shaved everything; he was smooth all over and Ozni stretched his hand out a few times as if he could almost feel the softness. Two purple lacy straps that no doubt were a thong were pulled high on Porter’s hips. It showed off the V that dipped into a black skirt barely covering Porter’s tan ass. Every movement the human made gave Ozni a peek.
Who in their right damn mind allowed Porter to come down in that?
More than likely Cyrus helped Porter pick out the outfit, but damn it, the human was tempting even Ozni’s iron clad resolve. Now, not only was his bloodlust through the roof, but his cock was pressed hard against his dark jeans.
On regular, non-themed nights the hosts got to wear whatever they wanted. Most stuck with their own look to keep loyal customers coming back. Ozni had a few different styles but the quiet-mystery-bookish type was his, at least that’s what Cy had told him.
Again Ozni was hit with the urge to go over there and talk to them but the flashes of Cy shouting at him to leave his room kept him away. Didn’t the incubus know how tempting he was, and how hard it was for Ozni to resist him?
Ozni was fine with flirting with the customers and on occasions with some of his fellow hosts, but to act on it... A shudder went down his spine. What if he couldn’t control himself and did something that was irreversible? What if he lost their friendship? There were entirely too many what-ifs, and all of them ended with the possibility of Ozni covered in blood and alone. Forever. He never wanted to go back to that kind of solitude. The thought of deafening silence, no one and nothing around him, was terrifying.
His sexual desires weren't worth losing them. They were his family. He’d rather go without than destroy the happiness he had. So lost in thought, Ozni hadn’t noticed when Porter and Cy parted ways or the fact that customers were slowly making their way into the bar.
Porter sauntered up to Ozni.
“Hey there, shadow man,” Porter teased.
Ozni said nothing and it wasn’t because of his usual silence. He was stunned.How in the world had Porter found him with such ease?The human wasn't supernatural whatsoever.
“Come on. We have customers to entertain,” Porter said.
Ozni didn’t move and the corners of Porter’s mouth dipped a little as he glanced at the ground, rubbing his thighs together as a cute blush crept up his neck to his cheeks.
