Sabin Duvert: *Mordath wipes at his forehead after they exit the ballroom* That was close.... I -do- wish to speak with PurrPurr at some point about our ideas... our goals... though obviously... now is not the time *he gives a sly smirk to Astaroth*
Kalindaralaea: Astaroth growled an agreement under his breath, but didn't get overly vocal. He thought his current thoughts on ripping out Purr's vocal cords if she'd persisted wouldn't go with the mood he was trying to get Mordath into. Heading for the elevators, Roth glared at anyone who so much as looked in their direction. It wasn't so surprising that they ended up with the elevator to themselves.
Sabin Duvert: *Mordath was satisfied with Astaroth's near-silence, one of his wings stretching out to the side and brushing against the other teen fa'e's back "accidentally" stretched them*
Kalindaralaea: Gold eyes slid over to watch Mordath as Roth gave a small shiver. His growl grew softer, edging back into the almost-purring stage. Hitting the button for his floor, Roth turned his full attention to Mordath. Shifting position, he moved behind Mordath and lightly stroked the wings once before wrapping his arms around Mordath's torso and nuzzling his ear. "Miss me this week?" he whispered.
Sabin Duvert: *Mordath shivers as his hand brushes his soft wing, a smiling murr echoing in his own face and voice as the red eyes flick over to him with a mischivious smile* I did indeed... though I am glad to see that you have apparently... recovered from your injuries...
Kalindaralaea: "Mmm," agreed Astaroth. His lips left Mordath's ear to trail down his neck, hot kisses interspersed with flickers of tongue. Roaming hands unbuttoned Mordath's jacket and explored the toned body hidden beneath the thin shirt. "I'm 100%. Better than ever."
Sabin Duvert: *Mordath felt the warmpth spreading through his veins already with the searing touches and light kisses trailling down his neck. It was hard to restrain himself as he watched the numbers slowly climb upwards along with the elevator. * I am very glad to hear that....
Kalindaralaea: Roth smiled against Mordath's neck before giving a soft bite and soothing it with his tongue. One hand reached up and began to undo the top buttons of Mordath's shirt. "No interruptions this time, please," he suggested, trying to keep his voice cool but knowing he was failing and falling into husky tones.
Sabin Duvert: *Mordath felt a wild passion growing in his own chest as he growled with the nip, his own hands going to the lapels of Astaroth's 'suit' - slipping down the sides, and tickling down his torso.* Of course not.... Tslanak... *he glanced to the shadows meandering around his legs* will guard the door.... *he says so with a tone of command as he glances down again*
Kalindaralaea: Roth's breath hitched as Mordath reached back to him. "I'm glad to hear that," he murmured. The elevator dinged and stopped, the doors sliding open. "Almost as glad as I am to hear that," he gave Mordath a seductive smile. With an arm around his lover, Roth led them in the direction of his room.
Sabin Duvert: *Mordath grinned widely as the doors opened to end their weight, Mordath slided his arm around Astaroth as well, underneath his open shirt and was anything but hesitant as he pulled nearly as much towards the hotel room. As they walked, he glanced down to the shadows, which slowly detached itself from his leg, and formed a canine shape* You shall stay outside the room, and be on guard duty - none shall enter. *Tslanak bowed his head and whispered in understanding*
Kalindaralaea: Astaroth growl-purred in satisfaction as Mordath gave Tslanak his orders. Finally, no distractions! Well, that hand running along the bare skin at his stomach was quite distracting, but in the best kind of way. Heat flared wherever Mordath touched, and Roth's breathing was uneven as he fished a key out of a pocket and tried to concentrate on the normally simple task of unlocking a door.
Sabin Duvert: *Mordath's fingers twitched in anticipation as they ran over Astaroth's sides and abdomen, watching his hand on the key closely, every moment out in the hall seemed torturous! Why... how had this feeling come upon him so suddenly it seemed? Did it matter? With the building feeling in him he decided that no, it did not - all that seemed important was that the room be opened and they be alone together*
Kalindaralaea: Astaroth wondered if Mordath really knew what those travelling fingers, so low on his body, were doing to him. Was Mordath trying to erase Roth's precious control, or was he just caught 'in the mood'? Either way, Roth was having a very... hard... time of things. Glaring at the lock, he decided if it didn't open soon he was just going to melt the damn thing.

Mordath's hands were a large distraction though. As the edged back to his front, dipping down to the exposed skin below his navel Roth tipped back his head and let out a long hiss. "Ah, fuck this," he snarled under his breath. About to destroy the lock, he blinked when it finally clicked and turned.
Kalindaralaea: Door open, Roth turned and looped an arm around Mordath's neck to pull him into the room. It wasnt at all planned that such an action also brought the two of them firmly together. Roth's mouth settling over Mordath's as he pushed the other male back against the closed door was simply co-incidence.

Right.
Sabin Duvert: *The heat stirring in him was insufferable and he thought that he might explode then and there with the tension when the lock finally clicked open. Mordath practically rushed into the room when the door gave way, encircling Astaroth's waist with his arms. As he was pressed back to the door - conveniently pushing it closed, he pulled Astaroth closer to him, feeling his heat against his torso - the shirt now open and loose as Astaroth's. He deepened the kiss, seeking to trace his tongue over Astaroth's fanged teeth, a growl deep in his throat*
Kalindaralaea: Astaroth gasped as their naked chests met and trailed one hand down the silken skin. His eyes fluttered closed as Mordath's tongue traced over a fang and left behind a few drops of blood. Something flared inside him, darker than he liked at the moment. Pushing it away, he twined his tongue with Mordath's before breaking the kiss gently. "You don't want me in that mood, love, you really don't," he unconsciously muttered against Mordath's lips.

Renewing the kiss, his let go of Mordath long enough to shrug off his jacket and shirt. The cool air of the room against his back was a strange companion to the inferno enveloping him from the front. Arms back around Mordath, Roth rocked against a little... testing...
Kalindaralaea: (( Roth has Yan Lao issues/demons ))
Sabin Duvert: *The prick in Mordaths' tongue seemed to increase the heat he felt - his energy surging and enveloping the two of them in a hot-prickly feeling, but he withdrew his tongue reluctantly at Astaroth's warning - understanding some doors best left unopened.
Sabin Duvert: ((not done ^^; ))
Sabin Duvert: *While Astaroth let go of him, trailing a bit of a nibbling kiss as he withdrew, teasingly nipping at Astaroth's lips as he pulled back before letting go, he removed his own jacket, spreading his wings to facilitate the removal and pressed forward, moving away from the door he had been pinned against. Setting a hand on Astaroth's chest, he slowly pressed him backwards, towards the bed, his eyes burning red with a passion that seemed to be drawing from the core of his being*
Kalindaralaea: Sensing Mordath's intention, Astaroth willing walked backwards to the bed. The blazing red of his lover's eyes filled Roth with a combination of answering lust and satifaction. He was the one doing this to Mordath, he was the only one who got to see Mordath this way. Just as it should be.

His legs hit the edge of the bed and Roth stopped. Stepping out of shoes and socks, he cupped a hand around Mordath's neck and drew the other fa'e closer for a kiss. If Mordath seemed to be losing control, Roth seemed to be regaining it, as he kept the kiss slow and heated while hands traced over slick skin and trembling muscles. Trimmed nails were still just long enough to trail delicately along Mordath's sides, without having to worry about breaking the skin.
Sabin Duvert: *Mordath did feel like he was losing abit of control - but he kept it where it mattered - he wasn't doing anything that he didn't want to do - and this felt so right - everything was feeling so right - he was still on a high from hearing the answers to the questions that he had ideally wanted to hear, he and Astaroth - together in their goals, their aims.... and this... it felt so glorious. Mordath didn't even give thought to his shoes and socks as he closed his eyes and kissed Astaroth. The charge in the air seeemd to be sending tingles all down his body, spreading it into Astaroth - and Astaroth's delicate trail of fingernails down his sides only seemed to heighten it. Slowly, he pressed Astaroth back further, bending him down to the bed - but not breaking the closeness - the kiss.
Kalindaralaea: As he was lowered to the bed, Astaroth ran one hand up along Mordath's spine eventually coming to tangle in his hair as Roth deepened the kiss, increasing the pace just a little. Pulling Mordath flush on top of him, Roth nipped at Mordath's lips, teasing, before searching for his tongue again.

Speading his legs slightly, allowing Mordath to settle between them, Roth lifted one leg and kicked off Mordath's shoes for him. His tail, always with a seeming mind of its own, began to trace up and down the back of Mordath's thigh... each pass it moved slightly closer to the inside of his thigh.

Unfamiliar as the position was, Roth found it had its advantages. While the raised leg moved to wrap around the back of Mordath's knee, he raised his hips and pushed up... ever so gently...
Kalindaralaea: (( Yeah, shoot me right about now -_- ))
Sabin Duvert: ((lol))
Sabin Duvert: *Mordath licked around Astaroth's lips, and then arched his back as he brought the kisses down, trailing down his jawline and neck... then to his chest, placing kisses firmly along his clavicle and the hollow below his throat. meanwhile he brought his hands up, tickling up his sides to his chest, kneading the wiry muscles, and bringing his hands slowly towards the centers, his nails tickling ever so maddeningly-softly along his nipples.

Sabin Duvert: He moved closer as Astaroth spread his legs, the heat seeming to increase, spreading most noticibly from his groin as he is pulled closer, bumping gently with Astaroth's corresponding location. It is like nothing he's expierenced so far in this lifetime, and yet... the emotion - the pleasurable touch does not seem unfamiliar - does not feel strange or frightening - if nothingelse - that it is Astaroth makes it feel so right - especially after the talk after last time - preventing it from feeling weird.
Kalindaralaea: Astaroth tipped his head back as Mordath's mouth and hands began to moving to his chest. Golden eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, primal instinct wanting to close them but he didn't want to miss seeing this. Gasps and hisses escaped his lips as Mordath's fiery kisses trailed down his throat. A growl formed as Mordath's hands took their time moving upward, abruptly turning into a low moan as Mordath touched his nipples, which harden under his ministrations. Instinctively, Roth's hips bucked again, hands flying down to grip Mordath's hips before travelling up and around to cup his ass.

Kneading the muscles under his hands, Roth chuckled warmly. "So, you think you're seme then?" He seemed very amused by the idea, but not in a derisive manner.
Kalindaralaea: (( *dies* Please ask Kami to shoot me? This is getting so hard...
Roth: *snickers*
-_- *thwaps Roth* ))
Sabin Duvert: ((lol - I know how ya feel ^^; *clamps a hand over Mordath before he can say anything))
Sabin Duvert: *mordath seethed a gasp around his kisses as he was pressed closer and closer to Astaroth, the massage or the under-appreaciated rear muscles changing the gasp to a murr of pleasure as he nippled gently, bringing his lips down to where his hands had before been masaging, licking around the hardened nipple.
*he looked up curiously from his position, arching an eyebrow, unfamiliar with the term, but not reallly caring so much at the moment as he slowly pressed his hips towards Astaroth's, moving them a bit from side to side in a serpentine manner*
Kalindaralaea: Roth's eyes did squeeze shut this time, as Mordath's lips and tongue teased at his nipples. A sound rather like a whimper escaped his mouth before he regained a small measure of control. His breath remained ragged through as Mordath began to experimentally move his own hips.

"Of course," he gasped, "We might be getting a bit ahead of ourselves with terms like that."

Ancestors, it had been too long since anything like this had happened. And these new feelings, these Mordath-specific emotions, were combining with his extended celibacy to gnaw away at his patience and control. Caught in the middle of this blazing inferno, Roth wondered if he could have lasted that long, if that had been his plan. Luckily for both of them, Roth had no such plans...

Sabin Duvert: *Mordath looked down at Astaroth lying beneath him on the hotel-room bed, and gave a mischivious throaty growl, his groin hot against Astaroth's. Mordath no longer cared about any sort of misgivings about intentions or the situation as a whole. Nothing seemed wrong - everything so right! He had never felt such... desire... especially no such desire of the flesh. What had once been a mediocre night, turned better with the sweet answers he had been dying to hear... and now... Oh... so wonderful - and the promise of more wonders.

He leaned forward, nipping at Astaroth's smooth neck, as he ran his hands underneath the open jacket, and down to his abdomen, across his muscles and then down, experimentally, towards the waistband*

Terms are unimportant.

Kalindaralaea: Raising his upper body off the bed, Roth excuted a quick move in which he shrugged off his jacket and rolled Mordath over to reverse their positions. A growl-purr came from his throat - finally, he had room to move.

Long fingers made quick work of the buttons of Mordath's shirt. His tongue traced a fiery line from Mordath's collarbone, up his throat, leading a slow path back to reclaim the other fa'e's mouth.

All the while, his hips had been keeping steady pace grinding down. Now, Roth began to increase the pace with a hiss of impatience. They'd both been kept waiting for this for long enough.

Sabin Duvert: Mordath gave a quick noise of surprise as he was rolled over so that now he was lying down on the bed, with Astaroth on top of him, however any sort of protest he would have made was quickly silenced by the kisses to his neck - kisses that sent waves of heat and lust over him, further inciting him as he helped shrug out of his nice shirt. He sealed his lips over Astaroth's as their mouthes met, driving his tongue into a deep, passionate kiss.

Mordath's hands once again found the band of Astaroth's pants as they grinded, his fingers lightly tracing the skin underneath the rim of the pants in the back, tantalously teasing as the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile in the kiss.

Kalindaralaea: While half his mind was fully engaged in the burning kisses he and Mordath was exchanging, the other half remained aware enough for Roth to remove his own shirt. He growled into Mordath's mouth - all these stupid layers of clothing thanks to prom.

Shrugging off the silky material, he sighed in carnal delight as bare skin finally met bare skin. Roth moved again, this time not only erections rubbing, but sweat-slick chests sliding against each other. Eyes fluttering closed, Roth arched his back and tossed his head back, gasping in pleasure.

Oh Ancestors, Mordath's wandering fingers...! Heh, he seemed a touch shy though. Only to be expected, the demon thought, lips twitching slightly. Roth had no such reservations. Fingernails traced gently from Mordath's shoulder down over his chest, flicking at one nipple, continuing over a taut stomach to the front of Mordath's pants.

Experienced fingers had the pants undone in seconds. A confident hand continued its downward path, Roth's hips lifting slightly to give himself access.

"Like that?" he whispered against Mordath's ear as his hand found the evidence of Mordath's arousal and stroked slowly.

((... *kills off the remainder of her modesty* ))

Sabin Duvert: *Mordath's light tracing along Astaroth's pantline turned into a squeeze as Astaroth forwent any pretenses and reached down to touch him... to... my god, Mordath's thoughts raced - was this sort of feeling even possible?! He moaned - the sound building louder and louder in his chest as he thrust himself harder against Astaroth's hand.

"Yes... yes...." Mordath whimpered. "Powers yes... precisely like that!"

Mordath pushed himself to his elbows as he grasped Astaroth's buttocks, kissing him deeply and then finding astaroth's tail with his other hand - and running it along it's length.

However, despite his enthusiasm, Mordath was quite inexpierenced, and without his memories, was running purely on instinct*

Kalindaralaea Golden lust-filled eyes stared down at Mordath, entranced by the vision writhing beneath him. It was strange... sure, he'd always been nice enough to ensure most of his bed partners enjoyed the experience (unless he was in one of his darker moods, in which case the whole point was them not having fun)... but never had it mattered so much. Why did making Mordath feel this way feel just as good as if Roth was the one on the receiving end?

As he traced hot, wet kisses along Mordath's throat, Roth's tail quivered. It quickly wound around the offending hand, trapping it in place.

He shivered as Mordath's moans grew louder and more impassioned, then gasped as Mordath's own hand contracted around Roth. "Ahh," he hissed and began moving his hand faster.

Sabin Duvert: *Mordath pulled his hand a bit, testing the strength of Astaroth's tail - it was frustartin! He couldn't pull it free... but at the same time... he squirmed under Astaroth's ministrations and pulled a bit more against his hold. With the hand he did have free, Mordath kept his hand underneath Astaroth's pants, but slid it around to the front, smilng as he found Astaroth's own hot, pulsing member, and set about to return the favor in kind, almost surprised with his own boldness.*

Kalindaralaea A surprised gasp-moan burst from Roth's lips as Mordath lost his self-consciousness. His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and his hips instinctively moved in rhythm with Mordath's hand.

"Aah, yesssss," he hissed, voice nothing more than sibilant whisper barely heard above their movements. His own hand tightened and quickened in response. Ah, he was so close...

"Don't... stop," he panted, burning golden eyes staring down into Mordath's. Too long, it had been too long... Roth abandoned all thought and let physical need overtake him.

Sabin Duvert: *Mordath's breathing became heavy, gasping each breath with a new roll of pleasure as his and Astaroth's movements became synchronized. With each of his own pleasurably rolls, Astaroth moved with him. With each moan to his lips, Astaroth moaned in response. Such sweet ecstacy! Mordath returned to Astaroth's lips, pulling a kiss from him, moaning into his mouth.

Everythign was so hot - the room seemed to be swimming, and he seemed to be swimming in Astaroth - everything about him. He tightened his grip, and moved his hand back and forth, encouraging as his own sensations heightened. He arched his back, one hand drawn tight in Astaroth's tail, the other holding firm to him in a precious loop. So close!

Kalindaralaea: Everything had narrowed down to this blazing universe that began and ended at their bed. Tongue twining with Mordath's, Roth rolled his hips and increased the pace of his hand. Thought was long since gone - even the idea of ensuring Mordath's own pleasure was now just a base instinct.

His free hand clamped down on Mordath's shoulder, getting better leverage for both of them. 'Now,' he wanted to tell Mordath. 'So good, faster, now, need you...' But the words were beyond him at this point.

And then, finally, his frame stilled, stiffened and then shuddered. With a low moan, Astaroth collapsed on top of Mordath, enjoying the sensations rippling through his body. Instinct kept his hand moving - it shouldn't be too long before Mordath joined him.

Sabin Duvert: Words were lost to Mordath's mouth as well as all logical thought was pushed to the recesses of his mind. Instead he felt feral, inscinctual as he moved with his lover, every muscle in his body seeming to shiver in pleasure as the sensations got quicker, more intense, until finally, as Astaroth's moan broke free, Mordath felt his body explode in pleasure as he let loose a quivering releasing noise from deep within his being. Nothing had ever compared to what he just felt - nothing made him feel more alive, more happy than he did right now - all problems, all worries were shut out away from this moment, this sacred thing.

He held Astaroth as he lay against him, rolling over so that they lay side by side and just breathed, savoring each breath, smelling Astaroth all around him, smelling lust. It was wonderful - everything fit so neatly into place - his demon lover - his ally - and his companion in their goals to come.