"I guess you are," he admitted flashing a little grin Oriel's way. The seeker's gaze dropped from the other man's face to his drink, but always seemed to travel back up to admire his companion's features.

"I got to know pretty much every Puff, but not so much the other houses." He shrugged, "no reason to feel guilty- houses separated people, making it hard I think to actually meet people who were different."

Jaxon and Oriel finished their drinks and before Joe could return with another round, Jaxon was on his feet. Several large muggle notes were on the table and Jaxon had Oriel's hand in his.

"Thanks, Joe, helluva a brandy, save me some," the seeker called as he pulled Oriel out the door behind him. A kiss was on the photographer's lips the moment the wood plank went shut. Hard and urgent, as demanding and dominant as the seeker himself. He needed to get them back to that little grove of woods to apparate to his cabin, but that little look of challenge Oriel had shot him over the empty glass had merited immediate affection.

It hadn't been just the other houses. If one asked him who had been in his house back then, he wouldn't have been able to give any names. But then again, he didn't deal with many schoolmates anymore. Just Jaxon and Callie. And Jaxon... well, that was unexpected. Unexpected but good. So good.

He wasn't disappointed when he barely had time to put down his glass before he was pulled out of his seat. Jaxon's energy and eagerness seemed to be contagious, only serving to make Oriel even more impatient to leave. He let himself be pulled away, casting a sly grin over his shoulder to Joe as a goodbye before walking outside.

The air was chilly, but there was nothing cold about him as he was immediately pushed back against the closed door. He let out a pleased sound when Jaxon's mouth covered his and easily gave in to the seeker's demanding kiss. By the time Jaxon pulled back, Oriel was breathless and he looked at the man from under heavy lidded eyes, still close enough to brush their lips together if he'd wanted to. His hands had found their way to Jaxon's waist, somewhere in the kiss, and he could feel the warmth of Jaxon's hands on himself.

He stroked lightly, teasingly, under Jaxon's shirt. "Don't splinch us." He joked.

The cold went unnoticed by the werewolf. His body was alive with energy and lust. The sheer strength of it rolling off him in waves. He could not get home fast enough. The day had been filled with flirting and teasing--and not only from the man before him, but from several others. All culminating in this moment--in these feverish kisses.

"Oh hush you," the seeker managed out against the artist's lips, before pulling Oriel along with him down the gravel path and into the trees. As soon as they were in the cover of darkness, not visible to any muggle that might happen by on the road, another "Come here," he growled, tugging him closer against him--their bodies flush, no space between or discernment where one began and the other started. The world shifted as they disapparated, and reformed into a darkened room In a forceful rushing, a slam of his body weight to entrap the other man, he captured his prey against the wall.

The screaming hiss of the tug on his zipper sounded loud throughout the room. Clear thought was replaced by animalistic urges--the urgent stripping off of every bit of cloth that kept skin from skin...and so it went until Jaxon claimed the artist as his-

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