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The neighbors don't complain. Much. (They do occasionally ask that things be kept down, but they don't complain about there being noise at all. They understand about mates.)
The room isn't designed for long-term human occupation. There is no bathroom, no food, no bed, no climate control - though this is Florida, so climate control is not such a concern - no plumbing.
But there's lots of magic. It's such fun to make, after all.
(Nathan had been worried he'd have to ask one of the succubi, or Joham, for lessons on what might whimsically be called "safe sex". He likes not having to bother with this better.)
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temporal_affairs
temporal_affairs
Nathan is the snuggliest concrete pillar.
He picks up his mate and continues wandering Jacksonville at a leisurely walk punctuated with kisses. "Oh, look," he says. "A hotel."
He picks up his mate and continues wandering Jacksonville at a leisurely walk punctuated with kisses. "Oh, look," he says. "A hotel."
temporal_affairs
"How d'you want to scandalize them, babe? It's a hotel, I think they're used to giggling couples getting rooms."
temporal_affairs
"Mm, I bet you could do it, but mostly I'm just itching to know how," Nathan says, nuzzling his mate's neck.
temporal_affairs
"We could get arrested," Nathan points out. "Fucking in elevators isn't a charge I can get out of via hidden law."
manofmyword
"Getting arrested's not that big a deal for me," he says cheerfully. "If you don't wanna, though, that's fine."
temporal_affairs
"I don't think they'd put us in the same jail cell," Nathan points out, "and I'd be in Imperial type trouble if I clawed my way out."
temporal_affairs
"Any non-arrest-inducing ideas, babe?"
temporal_affairs
"In all the subsequent time we get to spend, not being arrested, in a hotel room," purrs Nathan. "That's where."
temporal_affairs
"Good," purrs Nathan.
Here is the door to the hotel. Nathan opens it with a shove of his hip, not intending to set his mate down until he is required to do so.
The receptionist asks if he needs to borrow a wheelchair.
"Nope," says Nathan cheerfully. "As you can see, we are jointly ambulatory."
Here is the door to the hotel. Nathan opens it with a shove of his hip, not intending to set his mate down until he is required to do so.
The receptionist asks if he needs to borrow a wheelchair.
"Nope," says Nathan cheerfully. "As you can see, we are jointly ambulatory."
temporal_affairs
Nathan rents them a room, sending the Joker (whose hands are free) rooting around in his pockets for his shiny gold credit card when it's necessary for the transaction, and then he saunters to the elevator.
"I'm pretty sure we won't actually get arrested as long as we're technically dressed," he purrs in his mate's ear as the elevator pulls them up.
"I'm pretty sure we won't actually get arrested as long as we're technically dressed," he purrs in his mate's ear as the elevator pulls them up.
manofmyword
"Ooh," says the Joker.
His hands are free. And, as they have just demonstrated, he can reach Nathan's pants from here.
His hands are free. And, as they have just demonstrated, he can reach Nathan's pants from here.
temporal_affairs
By the time they get to the hotel room, he has managed to reduce Nathan to a growly puddle of want. The key card gets them in and then there is pouncing.
manofmyword
He loves Nathan's pouncing, he really really does. He also loves the way it feels when his bones unbreak themselves.
temporal_affairs
Nathan loves him. Loves that he can be careless, loves the way he can make him make all those noises, loves him like burning.
manofmyword
No one in the vicinity has requested that they tone down said noises.
So the Joker doesn't.
They can't be arrested just for having really loud sex, right? Even if there's screaming?
So the Joker doesn't.
They can't be arrested just for having really loud sex, right? Even if there's screaming?
temporal_affairs
Well, there's disturbance of the peace, but they'd get a warning first, and they'd find all the participants uninjured if they insisted on having a closer look, so that's all right. How many screams does it take to get to the center of the Jacksonville Police Department? (Doesn't matter, the results will be invalid; Nathan got impatient and bit.)
temporal_affairs
Nathan was play-biting before. Mate who likes pain, it's the obvious thing, it's not like the odd taste of a droplet of human blood will screw with his head much as though he's some pure untainted-by-human-blood specimen like Her Majesty or her father-in-law and besides he has the air filter and isn't going to go ravenous on the people of Jacksonville.
And then the taste changes.
And his purr becomes a snarl and without thought he bites and tears and thirsts and it's so delicious, there is no flavor but this in the world, the ever-present pain of thirst has gone and he's drinking and drinking and drinking and there's nothing in the universe but the flow of singing blood.
And then the taste changes.
And his purr becomes a snarl and without thought he bites and tears and thirsts and it's so delicious, there is no flavor but this in the world, the ever-present pain of thirst has gone and he's drinking and drinking and drinking and there's nothing in the universe but the flow of singing blood.