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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Jul 29, 2019 19:31:00 GMT 1
It felt like he'd always been a dad, or at least he couldn't really remember life before Jackson was already. Isn't it strange how such a teeny tiny person can arrive and change the entire world of everybody in their life? But definitely for the better. Lyss was still in a state of 'I'm a dad' shock, not a bad thing, but the whole life change hadn't really set in yet. However, as he parked up at Carpe and shut the door of his car he couldn't miss the baby seat in the back seat. Or the overwhelming scent of the baby that already clung to seemingly everything, including himself. Something he obviously didn't mind at all.
He let himself in the staff door at the back of Carpe and took the stairs all the way up to Bram's floor. This was their scheduled weekly appointment but in reality there wasn't any real counselling happening in these times.. If Bram requested it then he'd listen to the hybrid talk about anything he wanted too. But mostly? Mostly he wanted to just spend time with the other wolf. His own wolf enjoyed it just as much as he did. Even now the big canine wanted to rub itself against the spikier dark furred wolf in welcome, he was always more than happy to see the other man, there was no denying that. It helped that he smelt good and tasted pretty good too, despite the somewhat alcohol tinged haze that he was often shrouded in. It was all Bram.
The counsellor took the last few stairs two at a time until he came face to face with the door that he had his own key for, which meant he didn't knock as he entered the private rooms, only called out a, "Bram?" Of curiousity, he guessed he'd be home seeing as the sun was outside, but would he be awake?
If not Lyss planned to crawl into bed with him. Sleeping tangled up with somebody was still the best way to get some rest, he's pretty certain about that, has been for his entire life but now he's a shifter it seems to hold true even more. Still, he took a moment to just stop and listen before he moved further into Bram's place.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Jul 29, 2019 20:57:23 GMT 1
Living life for the most part nocturnally, Bram was indeed inside right now. In fact he was currently flopped in bed, or most of him was. Being part werewolf, the heat had been making the animal part of the hybrid restless and sleep hard to find, but the past few days had been cooler and now it seemed Bram was catching up on what sleep he had missed however he could.
So legs were in the bed (one covered by a sheet, the other exposed), body somewhat hanging out of it, with one hand clutching a drumstick and the other holding the plushie wolf Daisy had given him, while his face was leaving a small puddle of drool over the edge of the mattress onto his floor.
This hadn’t been how he had got into bed but it was how he had ended up and since he had not stirred for a good few hours it was obviously comfier than it looked.
Probably though it would make for some dead limbs when he did wake up so the arrival of Alpha couldn’t have been timed better really, it meant Bram stirred enough hearing his name called in the familiar crisp aqua tones to shift slightly, sleepily call back out “…alpha?” and slowly attempt to get up and greet the man.
Only Bram was still half asleep so who knows how much of his movement to right himself was under his own power and how much was the counsellor now inviting himself into the bed, but either way Bram now found himself cuddling up to a warm body, finding his plushie Alpha replaced by the real thing.
It took all of three seconds for Bram to realise this, get a little wide eyed in shock and then just start licking the man’s neck. If Alpha wanted to crawl into bed with him, who was he to question the man?
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Jul 30, 2019 11:23:05 GMT 1
Bram slept much like he lived, kind of eccentrically. Lyss couldn't hold back the grin when he saw the hybrid, but he said nothing, instead just pulled off his shirt but kept his shorts on and crawled onto the bed, carefully and gently pulling Bram back up into what he thought was a much more comfortable position. Close enough for him to get a lungful of his scent anyway, "Bram," he repeated quietly as he wrapped his arms around the other man. He assumed he'd end up taking a little nap with him, but it seemed he had awoken enough to start lathering his neck with slobbery kisses.
Lyss couldn't help but chuckle and nuzzle his face against Bram's hair, his inner wolf relishing the closeness between them in this moment. This could quite easily dissolve into something a little more carnal if he allowed it too, especially considering the other's state of undress but Lyss hadn't come here for a booty call. He'd come because.. Well, he didn't feel like he particularly needed a reason, Bram was family, he was pack and he didn't live with him so it was easy to miss the eccentric guy.
"Happy to see me, then?" He asked, the amusement in his tone quite evident, he was also pretty happy himself, so much so that he pulled Bram closer to him and rolled so he was on top of the other guy. From there it was quite easy to plant a hungry, yet tame enough kiss upon his lips which he reluctantly ended up pulling back from, "I didn't mean to wake you, but.. I missed you, too much to just sprawl on your sofa and wait for you to wake up." He gently nipped the end of Bram's nose and pushed himself up so he was knelt over him, "you still look a little tired.. Maybe I should let you rest.."
He slipped off of the bed with a teasing little smirk, "maybe I'll practice a little drumming whilst I'm waiting. But I'll try and keep it down." And with that he disappeared out of Bram's room, heading over to the kitchen area rather than the drumkit though. There was a difference between teasing and actually going through with it, he was sure just mentioning it would wake the other guy up at least a little more.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Jul 30, 2019 14:11:45 GMT 1
Someone else might find it a bit creepy to have another crawl into bed with them unannounced but the only thing Bram questioned was what he had done to deserve this, he wondered if maybe Daisy had told Alpha about her last visit and the super awesome job he did of holding and feeding Jackson. In Bram’s mind that was deserving of a surprise bedroom visit with his alpha. But he was not fully awake enough to ask the counsellor and yeah, his mouth was otherwise occupied licking the man’s neck too, so speech would have to wait. You don’t ask why when presented with a present, you just enjoy the gift and be thankful for it, and Bram was very thankful.
The hybrid let out a little whine of pleasure feeling Alpha return the nuzzling, had a shirt not already been removed then Bram would already be tugging it off just to get a little more skin on skin contact. The wolf liked the feel, the vampire liked the sight, it made it difficult to keep hands to himself, not that Bram was really worried about receiving any objection should he have done it. Bram was very happy to see Alpha and he nodded while letting out a sound that could be taken as confirmation. If he hadn’t been moved Bram would still be licking but he found himself soon pinned under Alpha and that made his neck out of tongue reach, probably for the best, Bram’s mouth was starting to dry a little. “…bestwakeupever…” he blurted out with a laugh that was soon stopped by a kiss. No, he wasn’t going to be asking Alpha ‘why’ about any of this, well, maybe just why the kiss didn’t last longer.
“Bram doesn’t mind.” he replied instead, maybe if Alpha had woken him up and then insisted on an actual counselling session Bram thought he would be a little pissed but even that would be a mood that would not last too long.
After the nip to his nose Bram reached out to put his hands on Alpha’s thighs only to feel him start to pull away soon after. Why was he moving away? “N…no!” Bram objected and pushed himself up on his elbows. Bram knew he was never going to get back to sleep now even if he wanted to, which he did not. Knowing Alpha was planning to get hands on with his drum kit could only see Bram get fully alert, a part of the hybrid knew the guy was doing this deliberately and yet he couldn’t stop himself falling into the teasing.
Scrabbling over the covers as he watched Alpha walk out, Bram found his body moving faster than his brain and he ended up on the floor with the bed sheet. If Alpha was going to play, Bram didn’t want to miss a second of it and he soon tossed the sheet aside and ran out the room, tripping just a little as he skidded to a stop and slightly into the stool behind his drum kit only to see Alpha wasn’t there.
“Aw.” he said and then looked up to his kitchen area. “That's just bloody rude that is.” he said with a frown and walked over to the kitchen too, barging past Alpha to grab a bloodbag out his fridge before going but out and around the other side of the little island. Bram wasn’t really mad, the grin on his face showed as much.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Jul 30, 2019 19:51:05 GMT 1
Lyss might not particularly be open minded to the idea of actually owning somebody, not in the sense of like a personal belonging anyway. But since he'd been bitten by this man there was an undeniable pride that came from that wilder part of himself whenever he thought about Bram being his. Oh, he can share with others, he's not a controlling person in the slightest, but part of this guy was all his, his pack. At times his wolf wanted to make a little mark on his skin, just a little nip, but he'd held back, the human part of him strong enough to know that you can't just go around biting people you want to make yours. Tease them instead, it seems to work just as well, something that Lyss noted as he heard the muffled thump of Bram hitting the floor. Was he tangled in the bedsheet? He was tempted to poke his head back through the door to see, but the echo of that little pleased whine was still bouncing around his mind and he wasn't so sure he'd hold back from getting Bram to elict a few more of those.
Lyss laughed at the 'bloody' rude statement, the blonde was grinning even after Bram got his bloodbag and he swatted at his ass as he passed, "I'm getting myself some water, thought I'd give you a minute to get yourself orientated but you seem perfectly awake." Something that he almost seemed smug about. But then Bram was grinning too, so he figured he wasn't all too mad. If the frown had stayed upon his face then he would have apologised..
But no need. So instead he got himself a glass of water, downed it before he set the glass back onto the side and glanced over to the hybrid, "and I'm still no Bram on the drums.. But if you want me to play something I will," he stepped around the island but refused to give into his wolf's urgings to wrap the man back up into his arms and nibble playfully at his neck. Touch was nice, it was essential, but he couldn't rub himself against Bram in this form without feeling a tiny iota of awkward. Doesn't mean he wants to do it any less.
So instead he just dipped in for a quick kiss just below Bram's ear, his tongue flicking out to brush against his earlobe before he just wandered over to where the drum kit was. Lyss reached out to tap his fingers over the cymbal as he circled the thing before taking a seat on the stool. But. Where were the drumsticks. There were usually some laying around but he hadn't grabbed any on the offchance they were particular favourites of Bram's. Lyss might have crawled into bed with him and let himself into his place without so much as a knock on the door, but he could respect his belongings.
Besides, a growling or pouncing Bram wouldn't be the best of ideas right now. His own wolf would take over and considering he wasn't willing to hurt Bram there was only one other way his mind could think of to get him to submit.
"Sticks?"
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 1, 2019 17:54:35 GMT 1
Bram’s idea of manners might be a little off compared to most but he was certain that a majority would agree with him and his view that saying you were going to drum and then not doing it, was indeed ‘rude’, especially if you are aware that the person you are speaking to rather enjoys drumming and the idea of you doing it, but instead you just help yourself to whatever they have in the kitchen. But Bram was not mad, really had anyone else but Alpha said such a thing then Bram would have tackled them to the floor to prevent any handiness with his kit.
So Bram let out a customary bark as he felt his butt swatted and eyed Alpha with a grin, it hadn’t really hurt but he got the feeling that the other man liked it when he was noisy about the things he did. After taking a mouthful of blood and sedating his inner vampire from repaying the action with teeth, Bram leaned on the kitchen counter. “You know full well I am perfectly awake.” he replied with a momentary frown that relaxed into a smile. “Ass.” he added a little quieter and took another mouthful, he meant it only jokingly.
Watching Alpha drink meant Bram wondered if he should try drinking more water, now he had to feed Jackson some of his blood he felt it couldn’t hurt to try and keep things in his system a little purer beyond just not drinking a few hours before donating. Bram knew there was water in blood and in the meat he consumed but he had never tried to drink it from the tap to keep hydrated, he wasn’t sure if he could. The wolf part of him didn’t seem to mind the idea but the vampire felt it might be sick. But it almost seemed worth trying, thinking surely his healing would mean if he was sick, he would not be for too long. Bram guessed it might mean more tablets to keep down the hyper if he cut back on booze but Jackson was worth it. “Tasty?” he said casually after Alpha downed it but half questioningly as he did want to know.
Bram scoffed a little at what Alpha said next, “Nobody is Bram on drums.” he said going full arrogance for a moment and then turned as the other man walked around the island. Bram wasn’t sure if Alpha was teasing again or really going to play so Bram kept some control over himself, just drinking down the blood slowly, right up until the guy licked him behind his ear and moved towards his drumkit. Bram once again lost all cool at that point and just dropped the bag before flashed on over to stand next to the counsellor.
Sticks? Bram took a second but then did a three point flash around the kit’s area to pick up two sticks that had obviously got scattered when he crashed into the stool then back to Alpha’s side and held them out to take. These were a somewhat special pair, only used for drumming and so were free of teeth marks. Only touched by Bram’s own hands until this point too.
As soon as Alpha would take them Bram side stepped being the guy fully ready to manipulate his arms should the noise produced by an ugly rainbow of garbage. As much as Bram did love Alpha, drumming was serious business, so was his kit, and maybe his expression showed that view as Bram looked just as much determined to hear something good as he did turned on by the sight in front of him. His drums didn’t deserve to be played badly even by someone as sexy as Alpha.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 3, 2019 21:22:24 GMT 1
Lyss planned on playing the drums, just not necessarily going straight over them to do so. It seemed only fair to have lt the hybrid get up, perhaps straight himself out a little, splash a little water on his face perhaps? It was his fault really, he should have known that Bram would have followed him out pretty quickly, perhaps he was just winding the other guy up on purpose, it was likely.. Part of him liked the thrill of potentially walking the line of Bram's control. For example, if he'd voiced that his vampiric side wanted to get nibbly he would have laughed and asked where he wanted to penetrate him. Probably not have let him bite, he's never been interested in donating blood. But it would have amused him to see Bram's face.
Jackson had taken up a lot of his free time at the moment and those times that he isn't at home being a supportive daddy he's at Manson seeing patients who aren't really those he can relax around. He loves his new role, he loves spending time with the tiny little person that he'd helped create, he will forever enjoy seeing Daisy with Jackson too. But this was time for himself and he was slightly starved of flirty, relaxed conversation. He didn't need to think, just act, just do. Bram was comfortable.
Lyss managed not to laugh at the 'ass' comment but he did smirk against the edge of his glass as he drank the water down. The counsellor knew he was fully awake, he would have been a little bit deflated if Bram had actually continued to sleep completely unfazed by his presence. He was still grinning somewhat when he'd placed his glass down, "more refreshing than tasty, water doesn't really have a taste I don't think." Which he guessed Bram wouldn't know. Did he get all of his hydration through blood? He'd never really thought too much about his diet, he knows he eats meat and drinks blood but he's not entirely sure what quantities of the stuff he needs. Probably not something to discuss right now.
"Nobody is Bram," he corrected the hybrid in his arrogant little moment. Not that he'd agree that it's arrogance, confidence is more like it. It's hardly falsely inflated ego. But then he cares about the other guy, he'd even admit to loving him if asked. He looked back over his shoulder at Bram after he was given the drumsticks with a warm smile. Just for a few moments and then he fixed his attention back onto the drums. The kit back in their wine cellar was still there, and videos on youtube had helped somewhat to give him a few pointers on the drums, though he's obviously nohere near as good on the things as Bram is. Probably would never be. His talent seems to be more on stringed instruments. This, this needed hand, foot and eye coordination and he wasn't as well practiced.
But still, he recognised the opportunity to play for what it was and he truly did feel honoured to be allowed to sit in this position. His wolf didn't recognise it for what it was, but then the dominant canine kind of believed that everything Bram and Daisy had was also his. Luckily the man was strong enough to mentally smack the muzzle of the wolf and chastisise him. At this time of the month Lyss himself was more in control of the wolf rather than the other way around.
So he begun, striking the first drum and just letting it roll from there. If Bram did reach in to help him then he'd let him do so with no problem, if anything he was hoping the hybrid would touch him.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 4, 2019 12:36:08 GMT 1
How can something not have a taste? Bram frowned as he heard Alpha say as much. It had been far too long for the hybrid to remember what plain water tasted like, he in general tried to avoid getting too wet, with showers or accidentally getting caught out in the rain being the only time he allowed water to touch his skin. He wouldn’t ever claim to have a fear of the stuff but not knowing how to swim, he always felt it was best to avoid it where he could. Maybe knowing drinking the liquid on its own could make him ill was another reason for the mild anxiety, something he realised he needed to get over should consuming it in lieu of booze be required to help keep Jackson safe. But didn’t he just feel more than a bit sorry for Alpha though, he needed to drink water, how much must it suck to have to drink something you can’t enjoy? It was little wonder to Bram now why the guy also had so much tea, he had to flavour the water somehow.
Bram grinned again as Alpha agreed there was nobody like him. Sometimes Bram hated his uniqueness but times like this when the eccentricities were appreciated he would admit to loving being a bit weird. Alpha liked weird, Bram couldn’t think of a single time the guy had told him to be quieter, slow down, dress better or even dress at all. Despite it seeming like a possibility in the early days, Bram couldn’t think Alpha had told him to ever leave his sticks behind or stop chewing them either, which quite a contrast to the old counsellor. It all meant that as Alpha made his way to the drums, Bram happily and full with anticipation just watched him. If anyone was going to get to the holy grail of playing his drum kit with his sticks, it was this Aussie counsellor.
He just better be good… Not awful. Bearable. Correctable? Bram was trying to put some conditions on all this in order for his own high standards not to get in the way of something that could potentially be very enjoyable to watch. Alpha deserved not to be thrown off the stool at the first missed beat or invasion of green to come into whatever beat he decided to play, especially since he looked so happy to be given the sticks. Bram’s mind was quiet at this point, no voices wanting to point out just what an honour this was as it seemed Alpha already knew.
Then Alpha hit the first drum and Bram immediately got weak at the knees and fell sideways, having to use his vampiric speed to quickly right himself and get back to Alpha, who really wasn’t all that bad a drummer, no Bram of course but as said already, who else was Bram? Letting out a sound of amusement and sheer delight Bram held himself back for a few more seconds just watching and enjoying the sight in front of himself before he couldn’t hold back longer and just grabbed the man, running his hands down Alpha’s arms which no doubt made playing a little harder but Bram wanted to feel as much as he was seeing.
It was all making his head swim slightly though and Bram was mumbling some garbled words into Alpha’s neck with a grin plastered on his face. “…not Bram but not bad, can ignore the timing... ew, can ignore the lime…” being the most legible of it.
He stayed like that for a few moments longer but as quick as Bram was to give out praise he in the next moment he was somewhat forcibly attempting to pull Alpha backwards off the stool. The errors had added up to too many. “Times up. Stop now.” It wasn’t up for debate, when Alpha improved Bram planned to let him have another try. “Bram needs more blood. Head is spiny.” It might be possessive and a tad selfish but Bram still had things that were not negotiable or he couldn’t be open to trust enough, and that was his most prized possession being left in the hands of someone other than himself while his brain wasn’t fully firing to watch over it.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 5, 2019 19:15:22 GMT 1
Lyss had been curious about Bram's dislike for water recently, mostly because of the ridiculous heat they'd been experiencing, he couldn't help but wonder how the hybrid had been cooling himself down. The thought had first come to him when he'd been sprawled out as a wolf in the shallow kiddie pool that he'd bought. It wasn't for Jackson, he tells people it was for Jackson but his son couldn't even support his own head yet so the thing was definitely not for him. It was totally for himself, and it felt amazing for his core temperature in the shade of their garden.. He didn't think that he knew, or that anybody knew why Bram didn't like water, but he would be more than willing to help ease the guy into the stuff, even if he has to play human life float.
The counsellor wasn't the type of person to try and make everybody settle in the same 'normal' box. What's normal for one person may not work at all for another and in Bram's case, well, he was never going to be what the average human person call 'normal', he was far too eccentric for that. It was something that he actually loved about the guy, so no, he wasn't going to try and get him to change in any drastic way whatsoever. He seems to even be sharing a little more, though Lyss isn't so sure any person can come into his home and have a play on the drumkit. Ulysses did indeed feel quite special. But then, he was alpha, right? He should be given at least a couple of perks, his wolf insisted on it, was almost smug about it actually, but the man would never push for anything that could potentially make somebody he cares for feel uncomfortable.
He was attempting to concentrate on not hitting the wrong thing, so he didn't really notice Bram getting weak kneed, but he was obviously aware when the hybrid touched him like that. It made concentrating incredibly difficult and he lightly bit onto his lower lip to try and help with his concentration.. However, he did hit something slightly wrong and he laughed out loud when the words 'ew' and 'lime' were mumbled into his neck. That contact took ever more of his attention, especially that of the wilder animal within him. It wasn't interested in this instrument, the wolf was all about the figure behind him, enough that he was finding himself tilting his face against Bram's head, which just made the rhythm of his strikes falter a little more.
And then he was done. Not willingly, he could have continued but Bram had had enough and he was being pulled backwards off of the stool. Something that alarmed him slightly but he had to remind himself that he wasn't going to crush the smaller guy, Bram was actually most likely stronger than him with his mixed blood. Lyss leant back a little and tilted his head up to grin at the dark haired man, "fresh, or bagged?" It was a loaded question but he still found himself asking it, he tapped at the side of his neck with one of the drumsticks still in his possession, his usually light eyes darkened just a touch with the mixture of temptations that rushed through him, "if you promise to be mine for the rest of the afternoon, maybe a little into the evening I'll help give you the energy you'll need to keep up with me."
No disruptions or refusals.. Lyss would most likely tell himself later that he was being greedy, but hey, if he can't exercise a little selfishness every now and then then he'd be anybody's doormat, though, technically, he would be giving Bram something in return. If the answer was no though, well he wouldn't offer again anytime soon but neither would he push it. The ball was in the hybrid's court.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 6, 2019 12:15:46 GMT 1
There was a limit to Bram’s tolerance and Alpha had reached it for today. Had Bram been a little more rested then perhaps time on the drums could have been extended but likely not by much, a few minutes at best. It was the mistakes that had pushed Alpha over the line, a few Bram might admit to having caused by insisting on being so up and personal, but a good drummer can block out distractions and just play, entertain while playing, even if a sexy hybrid is nomming around your neck. So Alpha was getting pulled back and off but Bram did not let go of him just yet, he was far too distracted by the offer the man in his arms seemed to be making. Fresh… “Eat Alpha?” he questioned while going a little blank but then glanced around to the man’s face and his neck as a drumstick was tapped on it.
Did Alpha really know what he was asking or was it a joke? With his head still spiny Bram couldn’t tell. He knew he might have joked about sinking fangs into Alpha in the past but since accidentally turning him that full moon night the hybrid had been far more cautious, far more worried that a joke could go too far and then what? Changing Alpha to a real alpha had not killed him but sinking vampire fangs into his neck and going too far could easily end him. No hybrids had been made before by Bram’s teeth and he couldn’t think he would be able to start now. The wolf turning was a fluke, it shouldn’t have been possible, Bram would a tiny bit be eternally grateful it had worked but still…
Realising he had spaced out for a second or two Bram blinked and then just smiled faintly, pushing the worry out his head. ‘He is just getting cocky.’ Came his inner vampire, ‘Let him on the drums and he thinks he can do anything.’ It almost made Bram laugh but instead he just yanked the stick from Alpha’s grip and lifted him up, one arm under his legs, the other supporting his back.
Bram was strong, he didn’t like to think how much but with vampire and werewolf fulling him he knew he could do damage if allowed. Picking up Alpha was hardly going to caused him to sweat. “I can be yours for the afternoon and evening if you want, don’t have to bite you for that. Alpha forgets that Bram is stronger, Bram is faster, Bram is hot and hungry and hard as nails and could actually wear Alpha out without lowering a fang if he just have to let Bram take control for once. Oh. Bram is a much, much better drummer too. Like, times ten.”
Usually Bram fell quite happily into a submissive roll but the vampire in him was not in the mood to just go along with whatever it was told by the full werewolf. He knew that Alpha wouldn’t have forced him into anything that was unwanted but still he was going to meet the smug attitude with some smugness of his own, though it was in part to mask the worry he had of feeding from Alpha. All the past times he had sunk teeth into a living person, it had been on his Sire’s orders. To try and turn them or try and breed with them, when it inevitably went wrong, it was to dispose of them.
But he said no more after that and then just shifted enough to let Alpha slide out his arms before taking the drumsticks and going to place them neatly on one of the drums and the stool behind his kit once more. “..heh, lime.” he could see the funny side of it now. That done he walked around the kit, scratched at his hair and lightly chewed at the thumb joint of his other hand while staring toward the kitchen then going to get a new bagged variety of blood. “Bram likes Alpha but doesn't want to bite Alpha. Was forced to bite too many people. Don't like hurting anyone, too risky. Bram can't be a monster anymore." he said just to clarify that while he was open to some fun and poking with the other, it wouldn't be with fangs and he bit open the bag while walking back over.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 7, 2019 17:42:43 GMT 1
The blank face that followed his sudden offer made him falter a little, the smile on his lips faded just enough to be noticeable only if Bram was paying close attention. Something that he didn't seem to be doing at all right now.. He seemed lost in thought and Lyss wanted to know what was going through his mind. The counsellor would not have offered even for a moment if he thought that the process could end up with him dead, especially not if he thought that the hybrid would lose control and hurt him. Perhaps if was cockiness on his own part, the belief that he was safe around him, that he was in charge of whatever this unconventional relationship was. However, a faint smile touched to Bram's lips and Lyss suddenly wondered if he'd made the decision to go through with it, but instead he was lifted.
Now, Lyss hasn't been carried since he was a lot smaller, a lot, lot smaller. Apart from that one time when he was thrown into the air by Fabian but he hardly counted that as really being lifted considering it had been the water than had done so and not technically Fabian himself.. So, to say he was a little alarmed at his was an understatement and his arms wrapped around Bram's shoulders to keep hold of the shorter guy, he didn't want to be dropped on his ass and the reaction was very much automatic.
Being submissive had not been something that had been on his mind at all, in fact the wolf inside of him let out a small warning growl at the idea of letting him 'take control for once' which he followed up with laughter when he was let down, "there's no argument from me," he stated, mostly tlking about the drums, he also knew that the rest of what Bram had said was probably true and it intrigued him to no end. At the same time it made the wilder side of him, that the hybrid had created in the first place, show the more submissive wolf just who was boss here. However, he did nothing at first after he was placed back onto his feet other than run his hand through his hair and try not to tackle Bram to the floor as he walked back to the drums just to show that he could still get hold of him despite him being 'faster'. Kind of wanted to bite him too, his own wolf grouching over the whole 'hard as nails' comment.
But Lyss was a bigger man, he wasn't going to fall to the whims of the alpha animal within him, perhaps closer to the full moon he would have done but for now he was in control.
Kind of.
He waited patiently until Bram was walking back towards him before moving, he wasn't being particularly sneaky either but then he didn't really want to be. Half a year ago he would have been quite hesitant about approaching the guy whilst he had a bloodbag in his hand, but now it barely even phased him and so the counsellor bent just a little to pick Bram up around the hips so he could plonk him onto the kitchen island where he stood between his knees and grinned wickedly at him, "you're mine for the evening regardless of whether you took advantage of the offer I made, I'm not going to force you to bite me. But neither do I think you'd hurt me," he leant in to kiss the dip of his collarbone and smiled against his skin, "Bram isn't a monster either, I couldn't love a monster.."
Lyss growled a little more playfully and nipped at the curve of Bram's neck, "I'm not going to force you into anything, unless you try to leave in the next two hours, then I might tackle you before you get to the door. I've missed you too much to share your attention for at least that amount of time." Demanding. Because he could be. Of course, if there was an actual emergency downstairs he wouldn't stop him from going, he's not unreasonable. Just pushing his luck. "Forget I offered? It's not a big deal.."
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 8, 2019 12:33:42 GMT 1
As he felt Alpha take hold of him around his shoulders Bram wondered if being lift like this caught the man by surprise, like he felt it shouldn’t be possible, by human logic that would be correct, but Bram was very much not human and there was really little chance Alpha would be dropped if he kept still enough, keeping still and Bram could happily hold the man for hours but settled for just doing so until he got through his little information ramble. The warning growl the wolf of Alpha gave went by unheard and unchallenged by Bram and he just let the man stand, focusing instead on the fact Alpha was not going to argue with him on the stated facts, which he took to mean any of them not just the drumming part.
Looking up to Alpha as he set his drumsticks back Bram almost did growl now as a warning but he kept calm thinking that his telling once that the drumming session was over would be enough and Alpha wouldn’t try to touch things again without an invitation. There was cocky and there was stupid, rude, just a bit mean really, and Bram didn’t see Alpha as any of those things.
Perhaps he was a tease though, definitely a tease… Bram didn’t mind that though as it never felt like it was done maliciously. Looking to the blood bag he had dropped previously Bram chuckled a little and then sucked on the one in his hands a little more. Yep, Alpha knew how to work his assets to get the focus on him and you can’t blame a person for that. Besides, other traits more than made up for the one very mild negative, if you can even call it a negative. Like how understanding Alpha is, Bram didn’t think many others would be the same when told why he had some hesitance to bite them. But then Bram was used to getting beaten for even the slightest refusal to do as told. ’Must be a big disappointment for Alpha… not being bitten by Bram. But he isn’t angry or upset.’ Bram gave a smile as the man walked over and was about to offer something else to do when he felt himself lifted.
This, Bram was more than used to so he just wrapped his arms around Alpha’s shoulders in a small hug rather than to hold on, he could have easily escaped but why would he want to? He figured he might be carried off to the bedroom but instead he found himself sat on the kitchen island with the man between his legs. It took all of Bram’s self control to not just shove Alpha to his knees at this point. “Bram knows…” the hybrid started to say, he trusted Alpha as much as the man trusted him so didn’t think he would harm the guy intentionally either. But trust and self control were different things and Bram knew he had never been very good with the latter, at least not when under pressure and there would be a hell of a lot of pressure if Alpha wanted to be fed off.
Damn, why did the man have to be so close? As his collar was kissed Bram got even more tempted to sink fangs into him. If Alpha was a werewolf now, he couldn’t be turned but surely he couldn’t bleed out so quick either?
“Alpha loves Bram?” Bram asked suddenly getting a bit wide eyed in shock. “Bram loves Alpha!” Bram hadn’t heard the words said like that before, not since that stupid fox, but this wasn’t the same thing, Bram was positive Alpha was different and actually meant it. ’Why else would he lick and nibble Bram so much or turn up in Bram’s bed unexpectedly?’ Then another bite came and the vampire in Bram was changing its mind, it was positive it could feed off Alpha without anything bad happening as lots of vampires did feed off mates without killing them. ’And Bram is better then most as he is a hybrid…’
After pulling Alpha into a fairly full on kiss Bram then pushed him back a little. “Got no plans to leave.” Or let Alpha leave no unless there was a Daisy emergency. “If you want to be bitten,” Bram reached up to walk his fingers up Alpha’s neck talking slowly just to make sure he did want to go through with this. “Let me penetrate you.” he said with a snicker at his own innuendo.
Shifting back a little on the island Bram crossed his legs up and then stood, towering over Alpha for once before jumping up in a flash over the man to stand behind him and touch his neck again. “But you should be laying down, safer that way, in case you go all week at the knees at Bram’s awesomeness.” It was not a comment on Alpha’s strength but just what he felt was best.If they were doing this then Bram wanted to do it his way. “Blood loss and all, faintness. And bites are meant to be kinda euphoric if done right. I don’t know as I was only bitten by Sire as a punishment and it bloody hurt worse than the times Sire burnt me.” Bram said with a chuckle and scratched at his hair before reaching out to take Alpha by the hand. He didn’t plan to take a lot but Alpha had always given Bram the impression of being a bit squeamish.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 9, 2019 19:40:11 GMT 1
Lyss didn't plan on touching the drums again tonight, not without the man's permission and there was something far more important that he wanted to get his hands on other than the instrument.. However, he was quite sated with the taste of Bram's skin against his lips and the scent of the hyrbid heavy with him so very close, even his wolf was happy enough to stand there and nuzzle and nip at his skin whilst Bram finished off sipping on the bloodbag in his hand.
It wasn't that the counsellor wanted to be bitten, he would think that somebody would have a slight issue if they did seriously want somebody to sink their teeth into them, but Lyss hadn't been lying when he said he loved the other guy. More than anything he anted to give him something that he hadn't given to anybody else, something that he needed. In all honesty he hadn't been thinking too far about the consequences of offering his own neck up to him at the time, he just wanted to be close to Bram and the half vampire had admitted that he'd needed more blood. Lyss knew he had plenty enough of that and he didn't think that the hybrid would gnaw at him like he does with a steak or those drumsticks.. Different teeth. That kind of trust was a good gift though, wasn't it? Letting himself be that vulnerable. But, like he'd said, he didn't think that Bram would hurt him. Even unintentionally, surely, if nothing else the wolf half of the guy would listen to him?
Basically, no, he wouldn't be too upset if Bram turned down his offer, in fact he most likely would have dropped to his knees and given the guy an entirely different type of gift, there are any more ways of showing somebody you love them that definitely doesn't involve teeth.
"Mm, of course I d-mmfh," his sentence was caught off short by the kiss suddenly placed upon his mouth but there was no complaint. In fact, he gave a small moan of appreciation and pressed back against the kiss. He went as far as to slide his hand to the back of Bram's neck and part his lips before he was lightly pushed back. The corner of his lip quirked up when he didn't let himself get pushed back too far, but that faded into a slightly wide eyed look of surprise when fingers touched his throat. Of course that didn't matter moments later, he was chuckling and releasing his hold on the guy as he stood to his feet on the island, "yes," he breathed, "go ahead and penetrate me." Before I lose my nerve. He was confident that he'd not only be giving something he'd never shared with anybody else before but also showing just how much he trusts him.
Because, he is a little queasy about these things.. Or at least, he always had been. Being a werewolf kind of made squeamishness seem a little bit ridiculous though, especially since his wolf particularly likes to hunt. You can't hunt things bloodlessly when teeth are your primary weapon.. Besides, the innuendo sent a heated rush run through him, darkening his eyes with lust and kickstarting his heartrate into something audible even to his own ears. A mixture of both nervousness and excitement, he didn't know what to expect.
Lyss glanced back over his shoulder at Bram after he'd hopped up over his shoulder, he was sort of used to the quick movements of the other guy, but mostly because of the fading silver flecks within his own iris's that had made Bram's movements seem almost humanly slow. Lyss closed his fingers around Bram's and he stepped away from the island, squeezing that hand for a moment before releasing it, "bedroom, then?" He wasn't focusing on the whole bloodloss thing.. Or the faintness. He deftly unfastened the belt of his jeans with one hand but kept hold of it so they didn't drop down over his hips.. He had planned on just letting them fall but Bram's words about his sire had stopped him in his tracks.
The wolf in him wanted vengeance for Bram. Kind of wanted to rip the person he called 'sire' to pieces actually, it was a murderous feeling that he's not all too used to feeling and it took a moment for him to shrug it off and swallow past the sudden burst of anger. His sire wasn't here right now, there was nothing he could do. "You won't hurt me," he glanced back with that trademark reassuring smile of his, "make me feel good and I'll return the favour threefold," and likewise if it hurt, he'd bite back. Probably wouldn't hurt as much but it'd satisfy the wolf to try.
He dropped his trousers. No need for boxers when you're a shifter, and he activated his ability to pretty much disappear as quickly as Bram could into the bedroom where his laughter would be heard as he threw himself onto the mattress. Yeah.. He was more than okay with this. He didn't currently have any worries about anything. Other than the slight worry that Bram might not follow.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 10, 2019 10:18:41 GMT 1
Bram could be a needy hybrid, give him an inch and a part of him wanted to take a mile so starved of affection he was at one point, in the case of Alpha and Daisy though it had manifested in disbelief, paranoia that at some point they were going to turn around and get rid of him once they deemed his usefulness had been worn out. But that hadn’t happened, Bram felt genuinely loved and safe for no other reason than being himself. It was really all he felt he needed now. Of course if other gifts were offered… Bram stared at Alpha with a toothy grin, a warm feeling bubbling inside him that was going to see him either kiss the man now or decide that bitting him wasn’t such a bad idea after all and sink in teeth without warning or further questioning.
But a kiss seemed a better idea, which no doubt Alpha enjoyed much more than just biting him, Bram felt like he needed to give a little warning before that happened. He grinned hearing Alpha moan, it was nice to know he could cause the man to make weird little noises too. Looking into the man’s eyes Bram gave the option, wanting a definite yes or no to feeding because once he started Bram knew he couldn’t stop very quickly, he would have to slowly ease off, slowly remove his bite and then lick over the puncture marks and make sure the healing spit did it’s job and healed. But it seemed Alpha was still keen and Bram snickered again at the innuendo. As long as Alpha knew what was coming then Bram felt more content to go ahead.
Though Alpha’s heart rate did momentarily give Bram cause for concern, it sounded fast and louder than normal, Bram was sure he could smell the blood pumping in his body and the flush of colour it brought. He didn’t want to do this if it might make Alpha ill… But he decided it was probably more adrenaline related than anything bad and so said “Thank you.”, both to Alpha’s willingness to be a donor but also the reaction and what he was perceiving as a compliment.
With Alpha in hand Bram wanted to pull the man to his room but noticed he soon let go, did he want to do this somewhere else? Bram really thought his room was the better option, better than the floor or the sofa. If nothing else then bedsheets can be washed should some blood get spilt. But no, it was only to unfasten his jeans… Just where did he think he was going to get bitten? Bram laughed to himself, guessing Alpha could just be really clean minded and not wanting to get his jeans stained but really only taking a second to realise what Alpha might be wanting after, which Bram would be too should the feeding not take too much out of him. It seemed only fair to warn that biting could cause him to be faint for a while but then that was why the bite was supposed to be enjoyable if done correctly, it was hard to feed off someone if they are fidgeting and squirming under you.
“It will be fine… and would hope so.” Bram said as he followed after Alpha who vanished much quicker than normal so Bram could only assume he used his gift. Rather than flash after him the hybrid just walked, taking moment to centre himself and the inner vampire for biting the first person he had in some twenty or more years
Crawling on the bed Bram knelt by Alpha for a moment and looked his neck over, touching the right side gently and then lowered his fangs. Sure he could engage in a little foreplay first but it seemed better to do this while his mind was thinking straight (as can be). “Can still back out, until I start to bite, then you need to keep still, ok?” There might be pain but Bram didn’t think it would last for more than a second or two at best and he didn’t want to rip skin or some major artery as Alpha suddenly kicked up. “Two seconds of hurt, thirty maybe of awesomeness.” Bram wasn’t sure how long he would drink, it seemed a good idea to set a limit in his own head though.
Looking the man over Bram placed a kiss to his lips and then his neck, licking the spot after where he planned to bite before shifting to lay alongside Alpha, pushing himself up slightly on one arm while the other held the man’s shoulder, “Three, two, one…” he said counting down and then bit in hard, breaking skin and latching on to the vein and feeling warm blood flow into his mouth. The red ring in Bram’s eyes seemed to instantly get more intense, Bram felt a rush he not had in so long, it made his mind for a moment go foggy as something more wild took over and he held Alpha down a little firmer.
But then Alpha’s scent hit his nose and he came back into focus, the pressure easing and he just gently ran a hand over the other side of Alpha’s neck and face, smiling against the skin. Unless he heard protests, he knew had another twenty-five seconds or so to drink.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 10, 2019 20:25:42 GMT 1
Lyss was hopeful for a good time, he couldn't deny it in any way. But then, being close to Bram was a good enough time for him, he wanted to just spend time in his company, if that meant just sprawling out in bed with him chatting and exploring each other's body's well, he's not going to resist. There was still that niggling feeling to check Bram's ankle, to see if he could see the residual markings of a possible brand upon his skin like that of the fox he'd begun counselling. Only then would he think about perhaps bringing the two together for a chat and only if Bram consented.. He wasn't going to be subjecting him to have to talk about something he'd much rather avoid. And not now either, nope, he didn't want to cast a shadow over this atmosphere.
Lyss had landed on his front when he'd thrown himself onto the bed but he collected an armful of duvet to himself and took a deep inhalation of the imbedded scent of the owner of it. He rolled over onto his back but left the duvet behind, he'd propped himself up onto his elbows to see where Bram was, he was slightly surprised that the guy hadn't been right on his tail.. It made a slightly thoughtful frown just about touch to his lips.. This wasn't something he wanted Bram to feel pressured into, Lyss was kind of under the impression that the hybrid knew that he wouldn't be offering this up to just anybody. But then Lyss was also a little unaware that Bram hadn't actually bitten anybody in over twenty years.. That was a long time to be out of practice. Or was it like riding a bike? It kind of does seem like the type of thing you're either good at or you're not and he wasn't lying when he said that he didn't think Bram would hurt him.
.. And he gets to get him naked, close up and in his arms without taking anything from him in return. At first anyway. Lyss isnt too sure on this whole 'euphoric' thing but he's curious, there must be something behind it or else why would so many people go back to vampires again and again? He was also sure that a little blood loss wouldn't make him as faint as Bram seemed worried about, he'd have plenty of energy left over.. Probably not enough to wear the hybrid out admittedly, but he'd be at a mild disadvantage. Only mild. The man was confident enough to be a bit smug over that.
At least he didn't feel like dinner, "I'll keep still enough," enough that he wouldn't jolt the guy away from his neck anyway, that didn't mean to say he didn't plan on touching Bram as it happened. Even now as the darker haired man knelt beside him his hand roamed over the smooth skin of his side, his palm brushing over the slight protusion of his hipbone before sliding around to squeeze his ass gently, chuckling away his nerves because he really didn't need to be thinking about any pain, even if it were only a second or two of it, "with your mouth on me it'll be thirty two seconds of awesomeness," thankfully he didn't sound nervous, if anything he sounded as confident as he usually does..
This wasn't exactly skydiving or freefalling, but it was still a thrill on it's own and his adrenaline was high.
"A countdown isn't necessar-ah," he didn't quite cry out when Bram bit down, but he did let out a small gasp of shock at the sudden twin punctures in his throat, it stung and his fingers grasped a little at the skin of the other guy's back but he made absolutely no move to pull away. Which he was glad for, because in the next few moments the pain dissolved entirely and became nothing, not even a distant memory, he forgot it entirely under a wave of needful desire that rushed through his body in a warm tidal wave of yearning. Bram didn't need to wonder whether or not he was alright, all tension just bled out of his body and he tilted his face against the hand on his face. The whimpered moan that left him wasn't particularly a sound that he'd made before but he made no effort to stop it, but he did grasp at the hybrid all the more, going so far as to wrap his legs as well as his arms around the hybrid to pull him as closely as he could to his body.
He'd been right, this was a pretty euphoric feeling, but there was no culminating end to it, it was a continuous feeling and that wasn't enough for him, when it came to life's pleasure's he wanted more, he wanted to share in this feeling, to somehow purvey over to Bram just what he was doing to him. But words were beyond him.. He certainly wasn't feeling faint though, on the contrary, the blonde werewolf was feeling more energised than he had before, but he was true to his word and kept as still as possible, for now, as soon as Bram was done he planned on rolling over to pin him to the mattress and claim his mouth with his own. Even the thought of tasting himself upon Bram's mouth was hot right now.. He might be a little bit wrapped around the hybrid's little finger in this moment.
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