Drunk, flustered, and he even sensed some arousal around Keiran now. He wasn’t the first person to offer up that combination to him but Phoenix was still greatly amused by it. He’d been told back in his youth quite regularly that he came on strong and silly little humans simply did not know how to handle that. It was tempting, as it was back then, to push further and really mess with the kid’s mind but one thing he had learned about this new modern world—consent was a lot more important now. It was partly why he wasn’t using any magical tricks to win his targets until they were already in the bedroom and having a good time. If he played by the rules as best as he could, it wouldn’t draw too much attention from people who would send his ass back home and lock him away. Again. It was a real buzzkill when that happened.
It was why when he spun back around and looped his arms around Keiran’s neck, practically draping himself over the man, Phoenix didn’t just take the kiss he wanted. Needed, really. Sex was the best way to feed as it heightened the connection and farmed the energy he could steal but the kiss was the manner in which he actually drew it forth. A kiss on its own, however, was a sweet little sampling of what was there to be had. “You have a very tempting mouth, my sexy friend. I’d really like to kiss you but I do respect boundaries. Mostly.” It was hard to say that with the way he still clung to Keiran and the way they danced, but dancing had its own rules and despite how clunky Keiran moved, he had still been into it and Phoenix took that as a good sign.
“Think on that for a moment,” Phoenix gave a wicked grin and slowly nudged at Keiran until he had walked them back to the bar where he caught Jasper’s eye. “Jasper, I’d like one of the private booths, please. And some glasses of that good clear stuff.” He meant water, but didn’t want to insult anyone by suggesting his friend probably didn’t need more alcohol that night. With a sigh of loss, he extracted himself from Keiran and dug out his wallet, sliding a couple of bills over to the vampire. He’d heard rumours about what went on in the upper level but he hadn’t been up there himself. But he had taken advantage of the special service that was mostly for vampires to toy with their feeders on the lighter side of things. Several booths set deep into the wall lined a section of the club where the lights didn’t fully reach, leaving vampires to have a little fresh snack and maybe get a little handsy in other ways. He had fooled around in such ways and decided that was a good enough way to ease his new friend into playtime.
When Jasper gave him the go ahead, Phoenix held out his hand to Keiran, trying to be polite a bit longer. "If you’re still interested in some small talk or kissing, come with me,” he nodded in the direction of the booths to show their destination. “It won’t be any quieter but it does offer a bit of privacy.” He had a feeling public displays of anything weren’t going to rank too high on a list of favourite things to do. It was probably right below leaving with a stranger he’d known five minutes on the list of things his parents told him to avoid.
It was why when he spun back around and looped his arms around Keiran’s neck, practically draping himself over the man, Phoenix didn’t just take the kiss he wanted. Needed, really. Sex was the best way to feed as it heightened the connection and farmed the energy he could steal but the kiss was the manner in which he actually drew it forth. A kiss on its own, however, was a sweet little sampling of what was there to be had. “You have a very tempting mouth, my sexy friend. I’d really like to kiss you but I do respect boundaries. Mostly.” It was hard to say that with the way he still clung to Keiran and the way they danced, but dancing had its own rules and despite how clunky Keiran moved, he had still been into it and Phoenix took that as a good sign.
“Think on that for a moment,” Phoenix gave a wicked grin and slowly nudged at Keiran until he had walked them back to the bar where he caught Jasper’s eye. “Jasper, I’d like one of the private booths, please. And some glasses of that good clear stuff.” He meant water, but didn’t want to insult anyone by suggesting his friend probably didn’t need more alcohol that night. With a sigh of loss, he extracted himself from Keiran and dug out his wallet, sliding a couple of bills over to the vampire. He’d heard rumours about what went on in the upper level but he hadn’t been up there himself. But he had taken advantage of the special service that was mostly for vampires to toy with their feeders on the lighter side of things. Several booths set deep into the wall lined a section of the club where the lights didn’t fully reach, leaving vampires to have a little fresh snack and maybe get a little handsy in other ways. He had fooled around in such ways and decided that was a good enough way to ease his new friend into playtime.
When Jasper gave him the go ahead, Phoenix held out his hand to Keiran, trying to be polite a bit longer. "If you’re still interested in some small talk or kissing, come with me,” he nodded in the direction of the booths to show their destination. “It won’t be any quieter but it does offer a bit of privacy.” He had a feeling public displays of anything weren’t going to rank too high on a list of favourite things to do. It was probably right below leaving with a stranger he’d known five minutes on the list of things his parents told him to avoid.
