[He doesn't push away, doesn't ask Cassidy to stop. Part of him is curious -- this was the man Chilton had sent to Raina, after all. And his talk with her had illuminated an experimental solution, for the both of them. It wasn't that he didn't love her, he did. Dearly. He knew he loved her just as he knew they were both independent thinkers with powerfully individualistic streaks, and they would destroy each other.
Unless they could channel that destruction elsewhere.
Chilton's smirk sharpened.]
And what do you think I need, Mr. Cassidy?
[He glanced down at that hand fumbling at his tie knot.]
I think you need to relax, mate. Always here in this hospital helpin' other folk, when d'you get time for yourself, eh? When is it Doctor Chilton's turn to loosen the feck up and let go of all them stresses?
[There's a very literal loosening up as he gains some success with that knot, lacking in respect for that likely pricey fabric but that's not something he appears to give a shit about. The top button of that collar gets deftly popped open, freeing just a sliver more of skin that he wastes no time in exploring, head tilted and leaning in to let his lips explore a surprisingly soft path across Chilton's jawline.]
Christ, I hate suits. [Murmured against skin.] Covers up the best part of the neck.
[No better vampire repellent than an extremely high and stiff shirt collar.]
Bit of a stereotype, isn't that? The neck fixation, I mean. [He lifted his chin, exposing his throat more.] Not that I'm complaining.
[Chilton tended to talk. This was why Raina had grown so fond of gags in the years past. His own hands smooth their way from Cassidy's hips upwards his back, holding him -- more of an embrace, something gentle as the prelude.
And then his left hand darts downwards again, grabbing a fistful of ass, his fingers viciously digging in for a claim. Fingers flex, massaging their conquest.]
This is how you relax, is it?
[He teased, smirking, his tone implying that he found this to be more of a stimulation than anything else.]
Well, if you got a better idea I'm all ears, mate.
[As a fellow talk-too-mucher, Cassidy's fine with the back and forth for the moment. There's plenty of easy ways to shut up his friend without the need for gags if the need arises and all of them benefit him perfectly, but in the mean time he's keeping his own mouth occupied, nosing aside the collar of Chilton's shirt to access the flesh beneath. And because he's an immature little shit, the second he's granted that access below the collar line, his mouth is there and sucking sharply, a quick but successful hickey that has him snorting out a few short laughs. Less vampiric, more teen behind the bleachers.
That ass squeeze is a welcome bit of encouragement, cause enough for a sly eyebrow raise and a low "Oh!" as his back arches briefly in instinct. Must mean he's headed in the right direction...]
[A quick gasp followed -- Chilton, rendered momentarily breathless, simply eased into the hold that Cassidy had of him. His own grasp of Cassidy increased in ferocity, his fingers digging in as if to make a claim. Possessive, borderline violent. It was simply how he knew to communicate with flesh.]
Where?
[Chilton, having recovered his tongue, asked the question pointedly. Where were they going to do this?
Perhaps he should have inquired for what, or why. Perhaps he should have asked for a brief interim, to discuss expectations and implications. But his blood was racing through his veins, his eyes heated with a giddy daze, and he wasn't asking the questions he ought to have been.]
[Feisty indeed, if that harsh grip on his ass is anything to go by, his breath hitching in his throat as fingers claw into muscle. The drugs and alcohol in Cassidy's system had his own reactions dulled, slower on the uptake of heated passion but still steady, a lazy sort of jog towards building excitement. He stares down at Chilton with a toothy grin and half-lidded eyes while his mind very slowly tries to process that single word. It's not one he's even sure of the answer for, but it's one he can respond to with a non verbal response.
He puts both their tongues to far better use, closing the gap for a messy clash of lips. In the same movement he shifts his positioning, grabbing for a fistful of Chilton's half open shirt and tie and dragging up roughly with a surprising amount of strength, trying to keep that connection even as he straightens up and takes the blind stumble backwards towards the desk. Whether Chilton's grip remains or not, Cass still sits his weight back enough to take up his perching spot once more, legs spread to fit his companion between them. Even between make outs he finds the time to murmur out the occasional breathy statement.]
Bet you've already done it on the desk, y'kinky little shite.
[He didn't resist, as he was dragged. He couldn't if he had wanted to, not with Cassidy's remarkable strength. Supernaturally endowed, Chilton imagined. How else can that bean of a man throw him around with such ease, even as he's stumbling backwards himself?]
Especially given your unique skill set.
[His hands slip to the sides of his hips just as Cassidy took a seat on that desk once again. Hands that slipped over the thighs, rubbing, feeling out. Groping between the legs. Hands that found their way to the buttons of Cassidy's own trousers.]
I didn't expect this entirely.
[He said, his mouth on Cassidy's throat, nipping with teeth that wouldn't puncture skin quite as easily.]
[He tips his pelvis, sitting further back on his tailbone in a not so subtle gesture that Chilton's welcome to explore that area as much as he wants. Just keep doing what he's doing. With his jeans at least one size too big for him, they're already riding low on his barely existent hips, and it's honestly a surprise they've stayed up as long as they have without a belt.]
What you expectin' now, huh? Whaddya want out of our little session, doc?
[With Chilton's teeth at his throat, Cass willingly opens up to the action, shoulders rolling back, his leather jacket slipping off them, and head tilting as he presents a long neck ready for exploration. There's no hesitation on his end, not with a healing ability that'd shrug off any and all attacks soon enough, but it doesn't stop the eager hitch of his breath.
His hands keep their fascination a little more above the belt, releasing his fisted grip on that shirt fabric to messily work at the buttons, simultaneously tugging the shirt off while letting his hands explore the now bared torso before him.]
[A moment of hesitance -- and then he remembers the fight he had with Raina, when they agreed to indulge in extracurricular activities. He remembered her scorn, her desperation, her fury. And Chilton pulled at Cassidy's trousers, liberating him from them.]
I don't know.
[He breathed the words against Cassidy's throat, warm and loaded. A certain hunger crawls into his voice. Cassidy's touch on his vulnerable chest stirs a quiet little moan from his throat, and his tongue and teeth find a pinch of skin to torment with nips and kisses. Marking his claim, as it were.]
Just a couple of mates havin' fun, is it not? Christ, we've got less an hour, it's a quickie at best.
[Those pinching teeth against his skin earn a soft snarl, something almost verging on inhuman about the noise he makes, but at least he seems to be enjoying himself. His hips lift just enough to let his jeans slide past, not brave enough to go commando without the belt, and while Chilton nips, one hand lifts to fist messily into his well styled hair.]
Now why don't you show me how good you are with that mouth of yours, then I'll get you over this fancy desk.
[There's some pressure pushing down on Chilton's head, just in case he hadn't quite got the meaning here. Smart as he may be, he'd been a little slow on the uptake previously, best to give him some physical triggers too. Not exactly romantic, but given the circumstances, he thinks it's justifiable.]
[Was it just a casual dalliance? Chilton swallowed, thinking how much easier it would be if he too saw it that way. And perhaps, at the surface level, he could swim in those terms -- but ultimately Chilton was a man prone to analysis, and he considered the implications of what he was doing here. With Cassidy. With Cassidy pressing down on his head. With Chilton's lips kissing between Cassidy's legs. His tongue teasing Cassidy's length, slicking up and down from tip to hilt.
He buckles to his knees, hands still gripping at Cassidy's hips -- but clawing now. Dragging possessive red lines down with him.
Chilton takes it all, once, twice, his tongue slicking the underside. Until he pulls off, looking Cass in the eye.]
[Casual or not, there's an affection behind Cassidy's actions, a genuineness born from swift attachment to any who display the slightest bit of interest in him. The fisted hand curled in Chilton's hair is sharp but encouraging as he lowers, eyes rolling upwards and breath catching in his throat at that wilful mouth.
It's the pause that draws him back, chin dropping to return the gaze with a lazy, appreciative smile. His other hand shifts from it's supportive grip on the desk to instead reassure, a knuckle cupping under Chiltons chin as he ghosts the pad of his thumb against his cheek in a soft, circular stroke.]
[Charming, the way Cassidy said that. Charmed Chilton enough into believing him anyway, and quickly he took that cock into his mouth again, opening his throat to take the whole. His gag reflex protested, but his tongue kept nimble darting along the veins. Savoring the taste. Teeth barely brushed -- adding just a touch of spice, no threat present. He took it to the hilt, swallowing. Saliva and velvet cheek warm against Cassidy. Fingers teased alongside hips.
And then Chilton pulled off again, his tongue licking at his lips.]
[This time his gaze stays on that slick, warmth of Chilton's mouth, breath stuttering as watches through half-lidded eyes. It's a sight he could watch all day, if only he could last that long, then again he thinks, with some amusement, that he might last that long with these small interruptions.
He hums a thoughtful little noise at the question, voice low but soft as he drags out a response.]
Far as we can, huh? You got any uh...?
[His gaze briefly flickers towards the drawers near to them. Considering his intentions from the start, Cassidy is terrible at coming prepared for this sort of thing.]
[On his person? No. In his office? His eyes glanced to the second drawer of his desk, his mouth pursing. Curious of Cassidy, to be so conscientious, so prepared. Few mortals would stop to consider a condom, and they were likely at higher risk of really suffering something transmitted. What would it take Cassidy but one bloodsucking to heal himself?
Unless...
Chilton adopted a half-smirk, one wry and suspicious.]
[There's no hiding the slow smile creeping across his own features, and the brief flash of teeth as he wrestles with the impish grin threatening to take over.]
Condoms aren't exactly a normal concern for me, doc.
[Except with women, but that doesn't exactly need clarifying right here, right now, with his dick out and Chilton on his knees before him.]
Lube, yeah. Otherwise you're gonna be doin' a whole lotta lickin'.
Second drawer there. [Chilton nodded, glancing to the drawer in question. His hands on Cassidy's thighs, he gave a groping squeeze -- enjoying it, feeling the muscles. Soaking in that otherworldly implication, no matter how human Cassidy appeared. There was something very interesting about that to him, something he liked. The secret embedded within his flesh.
Poetic, in a way.]
I'll be doing the licking?
[Chilton's mind rinsed itself from that unspoken poetry, his focus returning to Cassidy's words. And his mouth.]
Well, I thought I was here to do the fuckin', is all. You suggestin' I've misread the situation a little there, Doc?
[Lightly amused as leans down to open up the drawer in question, spending a few seconds rifling through the rest of it's contents too because he's an inquisitive little fucker who can't keep his hands off other people's property.]
[Chilton grinned, chin dipped down towards his chest. Cassidy has a rather endearing way about him, and he couldn't find the urge to argue his point -- he wasn't wrong, after all. Chilton would very clearly not be doing the fucking as much as taking it. He had more experience in taking it, after all.]
Any luck? You'll have me whining for your hands shortly.
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Unless they could channel that destruction elsewhere.
Chilton's smirk sharpened.]
And what do you think I need, Mr. Cassidy?
[He glanced down at that hand fumbling at his tie knot.]
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[There's a very literal loosening up as he gains some success with that knot, lacking in respect for that likely pricey fabric but that's not something he appears to give a shit about. The top button of that collar gets deftly popped open, freeing just a sliver more of skin that he wastes no time in exploring, head tilted and leaning in to let his lips explore a surprisingly soft path across Chilton's jawline.]
Christ, I hate suits. [Murmured against skin.] Covers up the best part of the neck.
[No better vampire repellent than an extremely high and stiff shirt collar.]
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[Chilton tended to talk. This was why Raina had grown so fond of gags in the years past. His own hands smooth their way from Cassidy's hips upwards his back, holding him -- more of an embrace, something gentle as the prelude.
And then his left hand darts downwards again, grabbing a fistful of ass, his fingers viciously digging in for a claim. Fingers flex, massaging their conquest.]
This is how you relax, is it?
[He teased, smirking, his tone implying that he found this to be more of a stimulation than anything else.]
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[As a fellow talk-too-mucher, Cassidy's fine with the back and forth for the moment. There's plenty of easy ways to shut up his friend without the need for gags if the need arises and all of them benefit him perfectly, but in the mean time he's keeping his own mouth occupied, nosing aside the collar of Chilton's shirt to access the flesh beneath. And because he's an immature little shit, the second he's granted that access below the collar line, his mouth is there and sucking sharply, a quick but successful hickey that has him snorting out a few short laughs. Less vampiric, more teen behind the bleachers.
That ass squeeze is a welcome bit of encouragement, cause enough for a sly eyebrow raise and a low "Oh!" as his back arches briefly in instinct. Must mean he's headed in the right direction...]
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Where?
[Chilton, having recovered his tongue, asked the question pointedly. Where were they going to do this?
Perhaps he should have inquired for what, or why. Perhaps he should have asked for a brief interim, to discuss expectations and implications. But his blood was racing through his veins, his eyes heated with a giddy daze, and he wasn't asking the questions he ought to have been.]
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[Feisty indeed, if that harsh grip on his ass is anything to go by, his breath hitching in his throat as fingers claw into muscle. The drugs and alcohol in Cassidy's system had his own reactions dulled, slower on the uptake of heated passion but still steady, a lazy sort of jog towards building excitement. He stares down at Chilton with a toothy grin and half-lidded eyes while his mind very slowly tries to process that single word. It's not one he's even sure of the answer for, but it's one he can respond to with a non verbal response.
He puts both their tongues to far better use, closing the gap for a messy clash of lips. In the same movement he shifts his positioning, grabbing for a fistful of Chilton's half open shirt and tie and dragging up roughly with a surprising amount of strength, trying to keep that connection even as he straightens up and takes the blind stumble backwards towards the desk. Whether Chilton's grip remains or not, Cass still sits his weight back enough to take up his perching spot once more, legs spread to fit his companion between them. Even between make outs he finds the time to murmur out the occasional breathy statement.]
Bet you've already done it on the desk, y'kinky little shite.
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[He didn't resist, as he was dragged. He couldn't if he had wanted to, not with Cassidy's remarkable strength. Supernaturally endowed, Chilton imagined. How else can that bean of a man throw him around with such ease, even as he's stumbling backwards himself?]
Especially given your unique skill set.
[His hands slip to the sides of his hips just as Cassidy took a seat on that desk once again. Hands that slipped over the thighs, rubbing, feeling out. Groping between the legs. Hands that found their way to the buttons of Cassidy's own trousers.]
I didn't expect this entirely.
[He said, his mouth on Cassidy's throat, nipping with teeth that wouldn't puncture skin quite as easily.]
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[He tips his pelvis, sitting further back on his tailbone in a not so subtle gesture that Chilton's welcome to explore that area as much as he wants. Just keep doing what he's doing. With his jeans at least one size too big for him, they're already riding low on his barely existent hips, and it's honestly a surprise they've stayed up as long as they have without a belt.]
What you expectin' now, huh? Whaddya want out of our little session, doc?
[With Chilton's teeth at his throat, Cass willingly opens up to the action, shoulders rolling back, his leather jacket slipping off them, and head tilting as he presents a long neck ready for exploration. There's no hesitation on his end, not with a healing ability that'd shrug off any and all attacks soon enough, but it doesn't stop the eager hitch of his breath.
His hands keep their fascination a little more above the belt, releasing his fisted grip on that shirt fabric to messily work at the buttons, simultaneously tugging the shirt off while letting his hands explore the now bared torso before him.]
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I don't know.
[He breathed the words against Cassidy's throat, warm and loaded. A certain hunger crawls into his voice. Cassidy's touch on his vulnerable chest stirs a quiet little moan from his throat, and his tongue and teeth find a pinch of skin to torment with nips and kisses. Marking his claim, as it were.]
I don't know what this is supposed to be.
[His hands clutch at bare hips.]
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[Those pinching teeth against his skin earn a soft snarl, something almost verging on inhuman about the noise he makes, but at least he seems to be enjoying himself. His hips lift just enough to let his jeans slide past, not brave enough to go commando without the belt, and while Chilton nips, one hand lifts to fist messily into his well styled hair.]
Now why don't you show me how good you are with that mouth of yours, then I'll get you over this fancy desk.
[There's some pressure pushing down on Chilton's head, just in case he hadn't quite got the meaning here. Smart as he may be, he'd been a little slow on the uptake previously, best to give him some physical triggers too. Not exactly romantic, but given the circumstances, he thinks it's justifiable.]
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He buckles to his knees, hands still gripping at Cassidy's hips -- but clawing now. Dragging possessive red lines down with him.
Chilton takes it all, once, twice, his tongue slicking the underside. Until he pulls off, looking Cass in the eye.]
This stays between us.
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It's the pause that draws him back, chin dropping to return the gaze with a lazy, appreciative smile. His other hand shifts from it's supportive grip on the desk to instead reassure, a knuckle cupping under Chiltons chin as he ghosts the pad of his thumb against his cheek in a soft, circular stroke.]
Won't tell a soul, love.
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And then Chilton pulled off again, his tongue licking at his lips.]
How far are we going?
[He asked at a whisper.]
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He hums a thoughtful little noise at the question, voice low but soft as he drags out a response.]
Far as we can, huh? You got any uh...?
[His gaze briefly flickers towards the drawers near to them. Considering his intentions from the start, Cassidy is terrible at coming prepared for this sort of thing.]
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[On his person? No. In his office? His eyes glanced to the second drawer of his desk, his mouth pursing. Curious of Cassidy, to be so conscientious, so prepared. Few mortals would stop to consider a condom, and they were likely at higher risk of really suffering something transmitted. What would it take Cassidy but one bloodsucking to heal himself?
Unless...
Chilton adopted a half-smirk, one wry and suspicious.]
Lubrication. You're looking for lube.
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Condoms aren't exactly a normal concern for me, doc.
[Except with women, but that doesn't exactly need clarifying right here, right now, with his dick out and Chilton on his knees before him.]
Lube, yeah. Otherwise you're gonna be doin' a whole lotta lickin'.
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Poetic, in a way.]
I'll be doing the licking?
[Chilton's mind rinsed itself from that unspoken poetry, his focus returning to Cassidy's words. And his mouth.]
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[Lightly amused as leans down to open up the drawer in question, spending a few seconds rifling through the rest of it's contents too because he's an inquisitive little fucker who can't keep his hands off other people's property.]
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Any luck? You'll have me whining for your hands shortly.
[Chilton wasn't always a patient man.]