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@Jackson Kang Submission has always tasted so sweet, almost like the best milk chocolate, and this boy made it even sweeter. He couldn't wait anymore, no, he was tired of waiting. It was time for his needs to be met.

Impatient, he shoves two fingers at once into the tight heat of the brunette's hole, not wasting a second and scissoring it open straight away. He didn't care about the pain the other probably had to endure, no, he was beyond caring now. His mouth found the delicious pulse on the pale neck and he bit down, drawing the tiniest bit of blood - a taste. His other hand wrapped itself around the boy's waist, bringing them even closer together and ensuring his for the night won't run.

@Jackson Kang The corners of his lips quirk up into a small smile as he brings up three fingers to Jackson's own lips.

" then, pretty. Make them nice and wet." he murmurs, spreading the other's legs a bit further so that the boy is sitting right on his .

"Do you feel it, my pretty ? Feel how much you ? Oh, I know you can, and you want me in you. Tell me...tell me what you want, beautiful." He whispers between kisses and lovebites to Jackson's neck.

@Jackson Kang The pleasant warmth of a human wrapped around him and the feeling of plush lips against his own is a lot to take in and not for the first time in his long life he thanks his incubus genes for such a high tolerance to pleasure. He grants Jackson's tongue entrance into his mouth, but after a short battle dominates the kiss completely. As all incubi fluids, his saliva also contains a powerful aphrodisiac, further deepening his control over the boy.

His hands trail lower, until they are groping the boy's firm, plump assfinger circling his opening, one almost slipping in. The hole is dry and unprepared, but it still quivers in need under his touch.

"Do you like it, my sweet ? Do you want more?" he purrs into the other's ear, teasingly biting the earlobe.

@Jackson Kang He didn't bother answering the question, instead grabbing a handful of those flowing locks and tilting the boy's head back, exposing the pale flesh of his neck. He his lips before leaning in and attacking the tempting expanse of skin with kisses and lovebites, nibbling on the place right next to Jackson's pulse. His other hand wrapped itself around the slim waist and he pressed their chests closer together, desperate for touch.

He was starving, and this beautiful al boy was like a feast laid out for him to enjoy. He couldn't wait to corrupt him, to make him so addicted that he'll turn up on his doorstep everyday, begging for more. He had never in his life made a demon out of anyone, but this one was perfect. He could picture it just fine...and he'll make it reality.

@Jackson Kang The words brought a smirk to his face, the expression that of someone that was extremely sure of themselves. He knew the boy will come, will seek him out. He had made sure of that.

He sat up, the motion slow and teasing, hypnotising his prey with his intense gaze - and the tiniest bit of his carnal pull, just in case. He didn't want him to suddenly remember himself and bolt out of there without giving Seunghyun what he wanted.

"You need me?" his voice tinkled with amusement. He patted his lap. "Then come sit, pretty. And leave all your clothes by the door. You will not need them."

@Jackson Kang He had been half asleep, the abuse of his powers earlier today as well as the fact that he didn't get any 'nourishment' causing his exhaustion levels to practically skyrocket. He didn't hear his butler open the mansion gate or the large door, nor the footsteos on the stairs. but he did hear someone knocking on his door, the sound loud in the silence of the empty room.

"Enter." he commanded, laying on the bed facing the door. He was , not covered by blankets, his chiseled body and half-stiff manhood out for the world to see.

He was curious. Was it the pretty chef, coming for more? Did he get him addicted already, needy for the pleasure he cannot find elsewhere?

@Jackson Kang Once he walked out of the shop, he didn't hang around for long. He bought the rest of the stuff he needed, even managing to stop by his favorite opium den and buy some of the drug for later use. The cute boy had been particularly hard to break, and he didn't want to spend the rest of the day persuading him again - if he even showed up, thet is.

Entering his spacious mansion he gave most of his shopping bags to the maid, only keeping the sweets and the less legal merchandise. He gave the butler answering the door orders to let the pattissier in whenever he comes and went to his room, hoping to get some more of those sweet lips, preferably tonight.

@Jackson Kang The boy looked so cute while begging, so...vulnerable. He wanted to ignore his pleas, to devour him right then and there. His creature self was just under the surface, ready to pounce, his eyes darkened to all black - pupils and sclera both - and his teeth elongated into fangs. But even he knew that if he obeyed now, he would be getting so much more later.

"Very well then." he purrs, moving his lips to the boy's neck and a long stripe of pheromone-filled saliva up the side. Luckily the aphrodisiacs were strong enough to ensure his victim won't stop thinking about him anytime soon. At the same time he slips a piece of paper with his adress into the brunette's pocket.

"Come to me, pretty...I'll be waiting."

He released the flustered chef, collected his sweets -and may or may not have stolen a piece of marczipan - and with a small wave exited the store.

@Jackson Kang The hesistant touch of lips on his own made him inwardly smile. This boy was definitely a , not even the pull could mask inexperience. Induce lust, yes, but if one didn't know technique, it couldn't help. The kiss was wet and messy, not at all up to par with all the brilliant ones he coaxed out of the in the Red light district, but infinitely more pleasurable. Perhaps it was the sense of intimacy, the feeling that he is this one's first.

He lifted the petite boy over the counter and held him on his hips, bringing their chests together. He hoped the other will get it and wrap those mile long legs around his waist so he can hoist him up and him against the wall.

"Do you want me, pretty?" he asks, murmuring the question into those chestnut locks that so captivated him when he first walked into the shop. "Do you want me inside you?" He has no intention of doing it in public, but hopefully the patissier could be persuaded to visit him in his mansion later.

@Jackson Kang Th boy's resistance was almost cute in ity futility. There was no way he could resist his carnal pull for long, he was no angel, only human. And humans were sinners by nature.
He leaned even further in and lifted the boy's chin up with two fingers so they were eye to eye. He could already feel the human shuddering under his touch. This one could be perfect, if only he surrendered.

"Kiss me, pretty." he orders, voice that low, lusty drawl that often worked better than the pull.

@Jackson Kang He looked the boy over once again, noticing his hamd gripping something underneath his shirt. Go figure. He loved religious boys. They wer the tastiest, and corrupting a follower of God always brought him immense pleasure. He could already envision it, this pretty chef spread on the counter, begging for him like a from the red light district. He wanted him. Badly.

"Oh yes, that is perfect. But there is one more thing you could do for me." he purred, leanin over the counter. His carnal pull was overflowing, pressing upon the boy's mind. Persuading.

@Jackson Kang The slogan was truly stupid, because how could pastries induce nice dreams? That was the job of HIS kind, of the incubi. But what interested him more was the pattisier. Small and lithe, with wide eyes and chestnut brown locks...mmm, delicious. He didn't even realise it, but his tongue flicked out to wetten his lips as he blatantly checked the boy out. He took a moment to compose himself, but he was still releasing thick waves of incubi pheromones. They made both creafures and humans go crazy with lust.

"I would like three chocolate éclairs and...you know what, surprise me." he drawled out the last few words, his voice dropping even lower into a sinful growl. The boy's wonderfully sweet smell was making the creature part of him go insane. He needed this human, now.

@Jackson Kang Seunghyun was strolling around the market, skillfully abusing his allure and looks to get some wine from the ginger selling on the corner and charming an apple off an elderly lady. He was doing the same things as usual, conning the same people as usual, and he was bored. That, and he had a craving for something sweet. After walking around for a few minutes, he spotted a small but very warm-looking pattisserie with some of the cakes on sale displayed in the windows. They looked delicious. He didn't hesistate, took off his tophat (he didn't want to seem rude) and entered the store, immediately pausing to take in the delightful aroma of pastries.
"Hallo? Is anyone here?" he called.

@Jung Taekwoon When the tailor walked away to tend to his coat, Jackson turned his full attention to the third person in the room. "Go away!" He silently mouthed to the ghost, making a shooing motion with his hands. Instead of leaving, though, the said person gasped and squealed, 'So you can see me!' Jackson sighed in frustration. "Just go," he mouthed back, "come talk to me later, please." The person crossed their arms stubbornly instead, staying in their spot. By this point, he had given given up, because the stubborn ones were useless to fight with. He could just wait until his coat was finishes and deal with this person later.

@Jung Taekwoon Jackson's attention was fully on the male in front of him once he had asked him a question. "Um, hi. I sorta made this tear in the sleeve of my coat and I just need it to be sewn back together." After stating his reason for being here, he tried casually side glancing to see what the other person in the room was up to, and that was when they started taking. It was the usual, 'Wait, you can see me?' business, and Jackson sighed. It would be easier to just shoo them away, but that would be weird considering he was talking to somebody else. "So, a simple repair won't cost too much, right?" He decided to keep ignoring the person talking, but it seemed like they weren't going to leave until they got an answer. How nice. Not.

@Jung Taekwoon Letting out a short puff of breath he set the suit down on the front table, signaling that that was why he was here. "I'm here for a fitting." He said, looking over at his butler and nodding. Following his silent orders he left the shop, going out to wait for him until the fitting was done. "Derek Hale." He said, as if his name would prove that he was actually there for that reason.

@Jung Taekwoon Derek had no problem with other supernatural beings. Even vampires. But he was a little irked that his presence remained unknown. Standing tall and stotic he cleared his throat, his gaze not shifting for even a second.

@Jung Taekwoon The man lightly sighed as he glanced down at his coat. Somehow he had managed to tear it, and he still wasn't sure how. After a little bit a thinking on how to get it repaired, he remembered seeing a little tailoring shop down by the marketplace and decided to give that a try. He really didn't mind as long as the tear in his coat and sewn back together. Upon arriving, Jackson was glad to see the place wasn't that busy. The shop seemed cozy enough and he lightly smiled before walking farther in to investigate. After silently walking around for a few minutes, he eventually walked to the front, discovering what was probably the owner. Made sense. Jackson had set his coat on the counter before clearing his throat a little to gain the other person's attention, once again glancing around the little shop as he waited. It was then that he noticed the other presence in the room in which the owner would be oblivious to. Great. Was now really a good time for somebody to come visit him? Trying his best to ignore it, the male sighed instead and turned away, though he couldn't help but steal a few glances through the corner of his eye. Hopefully the person would take the hint and just leave him be.

@Jung Taekwoon Derek usually didn't like leaving his mansion. His mansion was safe, cozy, and he didn't have to worry about anyone intruding on him. But he needed to get a fitting, his trusted butler had been pestering him about it for the past few weeks. Accompanied by said butler he walked through the markets place before he was arriving at the tailor shop. Cue the sigh. He made a motion for him to hand him the suit, walking inside and to the counter. No one knew that he had made a small rip in the fabric. What? The one worker seemed interesting. Now he spotted said worker, his lips twitching in the slightest bit.