Blood Sweat and High Hopes II (Aurin)

[Aurelio]

16th Ash, Year 121, A.O.S
Company: Aurin and Bar Patrons | Theme: Bar stuff. | Thoughts: Shots? Whats he trying to do? | Mood: Completely Embarrassed

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۞ “Twinkle toes! I think you mean a fine specimen for dancing” He teased with such confidence. However, his dancing was terrible; it needed work. It would be something that Nobles would cringe at in regards to those royal parties. The gin had already gotten into his system as he sprawled onto the table for a moment before recollecting his composure as he looked at the man with a contented smile before he raised an eyebrow “Body shot? Hmm?” He said, as he was trying to keep himself from saying anything out of line

“Sure, you go first…”

Aurelio was the type to observe behaviours and mannerisms rather than being shown or told. Visual learning was his key to survival, but in this case he was still confused as he poured the salt sheepishly into Aurin’s skin before licking at the other man’s skin “Err… What, I’m confused… What am I doing here?” He said with such innocence in his voice, like he had never ever taken a body shot.

This was clearly a learning experience for Aurelio as he decided to go with the flow, first he poured the salt over Aurin’s nipple as he licked it up, teasing him further. As well as this, he took the shot and then put the lime in between his teeth as he bellowed out, waving his hand about as he couldn’t stand the sour taste. He looked at Aurin, wondering when to let go as it appeared that he was gagging on the unpleasant taste as his face lit up with pure disgust.

The alcohol appeared to be strong as it gave him a good kick in the liver. His senses dulled even more as he looked over at the other man “Oh dear… Another?” He asked curiously; the taste may not be the most pleasant but the feeling afterwards filled him with euphoria and excitement. Aurin seemed to have had that effect on him, like he was a big brother. ۞

[Aurin]

The dancing, the drape across the table; these were signs that Aurelio could not handle his liquor all that well despite his size. Then again, Aurin didn't know if he had been drinking long before they started talking. In any case, they fumbled through body shots, and Aurin even pulled his collar back so the thirsty Avialae could lick salt off his nipple. He rolled his eyes and smirked, but it was a small enough indignity to get Aurelio suggestible enough to get him out of here and away from the creepy hooded man.

As expected, Aurelio asked for another and so Aurin offered him a salty nipple again. The younger man was distracted enough, it seemed, not to notice that Aurin wasn't drinking as much as he was. Once Aurelio was blinking slowly, Aurin used his trick to peer at him through his rune. There was great strength in him, runes he wasn't sure he could identify, and of course, his wings were magical. Aurin didn't understand how they were magical, exactly, but he could see the intensity of power therein.

And he could tell the young Avialae was drunk, but still capable of walking with perhaps some assistance. So he leaned in, nuzzled at his neck for a moment, then whispered, "Don't you want to take me home, Lio?"

As he pulled away, he let their cheeks brush, his neat beard tickling as it passed.

[Aurelio]

16th Ash, Year 121, A.O.S
Company: Aurin and Bar Patrons | Theme: Bar stuff. | Thoughts: Shots? Whats he trying to do? | Mood: Completely Embarrassed

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۞ Had five more shots, before he eventually slide down from the table. He was drunk and his wings appeared to droop losely, as if he couldn't hold in his stupid drunkness anymore "What a great time!" He shouted as he looked over at Aurin before he stared over at the bartender who looked at Aurelio nervously "I think it's a good idea to take him home" The bartender advised as he took the empty shot glasses away from Aurelio and Aurin.

He blushed again once the other male had nuzzled into his neck. There was some comfort in the man; committing a act of fresh intimacy towards him. He realised that he was too weary to even think as he stubbornly wanted to stay, but part of him thought he had too much. After much thought; the golden Avialae nodded as he stood up upon his seat. He stumbled backwards as he landed himself into a Orkhan male. He appeared to have caused chaos when he immediately knocked over their drinks.

"Didn't they ever teach you to watch where you're going runt!" He exclaimed in a deep guttural tone.

Aurelio couldn't think straight, he was too drunk to even function; not to mention he had already been on his way out of the door as he struggled to find his way out "Alrighty! Lets go!" He said already stumbling out of the door of the High Hopes Tavern, hoping that Aurin would follow. After all; the streets of Kalzasi were not something to mess with at night, particularly when there were opportunists on the run. ۞

[Aurin]

"I'm on it," he assured the bartender, and then settled up the bill. Unfortunately, while doing that, he couldn't keep his full attention on the tall drink of water that was suddenly his responsibility—at least for the evening.

"So sorry," he apologized to the Ork. "It's his birthday and he's had a bit too much. I'm just going to take him home..."

Somewhat mollified, the Ork let it slide, though he grumbled. The "runt" had hurried outside while Aurin had been smoothing things over in his chaotic wake, a sweeping glance across the room told him the hooded man was paying attention, though Aurin's gaze couldn't linger long enough to suss out too much. Instead, he booked it out of the building to find Aurelio enjoying the chill of an Ash night.

He took up position next to the Avialae immediately, his arm around his waist and his body there to steady him and his steps. Thankfully, they were in the Plaza of Jeweled Arches and not certain parts of the Low-City or the danger might have been more intense. But crime could happen anywhere. It even happened in Cloudhaven, although usually it was the rich and powerful doing the crimes.

Aurin smirked up at Aurelio.

"All right, pretty boy. Which way is home?"

His own wasn't far, but he was a secretive fellow and didn't really want everyone knocking on his door. Of course, all one had to do to find it was to follow the trail of his employment back from the Golden Peacock Theater to the Velvet Cabaret and someone there might tell a person that he had a cottage around back, though he had tried to informally train the courtesans to collect information rather than give it out. It could be worth something. His own livelihood depended on secrets and weaponizing them, after all.

[Aurelio]

16th Ash, Year 121, A.O.S
Company: Aurin | Theme: Bar stuff. | Thoughts: I'm on top of the world! | Mood: Hysterically Happy

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۞ "I'm on top the world" Aurelio shouted as he ran around the fountain before he was held curiously by the other man "Oh... Are you, taking me on a date, handsome... I'd have some of that" He said as he playfully spanked Aurin's butt. The way he was behaving during his drunkeness was not normal. He hadn't been drunk that many times but when he was; he'd become an erratic party animal, often disturbing the neighbours sleep.

"Woohoo!" Aurelio begins swivelling on a streetlamp.

One woman opened her window that night and screeched "Can you keep it down, I'm tryna sleep y'know..." She said hysterically as she shut the window. Eventually, Aurelio stood still for a moment as he tried to figure out his way home "The Commons, just right on the left... A house with a red roof..." He said as he wondered if he described it correctly. However; for Aurin, it may be a long night for him going through the many houses with red roofs.

"There we are..."

Aurelio stumbled at his house before he looks back at Aurin as he's feeling the door for the handle again. This was another thing Aurelio struggled with during his drunkenness. Door handles. They were the bane of his work whenever he was near them, but yet Aurelio's flirtatious nature completely pressed to further levels "By the way... One more thing..." He pulled Aurin close and kissed him; the question is was he going to forget the kiss after a long night. There was no doubt he would wake up with a hangover, especially when the night had been so good. ۞

[Aurin]

Aurelio's ebullience was slightly contagious, but he was so massive and so all over the place, Aurin could only smile and try to keep up with him, covering his track and keeping him from bumping his head into things — in a manner of speaking. When he swung away from Aurin's arm to dance with a lamppost, a woman called down to complain and Aurin whispered his apologies. Then, to prevent the constabulary or other from investigating, he engaged his trick to masquerade quiet in the street. He was hardly an expert with his secret tricks, but he knew he had been able to use Masquerade to make himself silent. He just didn't know if it would work properly in this setting, if it was the place he was dampening, or if it were people's ears he ought to reach out to.

In any case, they would find out if Aurelio kept clowning around. He did, but nobody else screamed complaints before they arrived at his door. He had weathered slaps on the ass, running to keep up with the long-legged bird boy when he felt like sprinting, and all the other shenanigans. He gently but firmly took the key from Aurelio's so he could unlock and open the door more adroitly; he needed to get him off the streets.

"Funny, I live under a red roof, as we—"

But Aurelio cut him off, clinging to him with monstrous strength and shoving his tongue down his throat. He might have managed to wriggle out of his grasp had he been expecting it, but there was little to do now but make the best of it. At least he was a handsome handful. Taking advantage of Aurelio's arms and their strength holding him up, he wormed his legs around Aurelio's for traction so he could climb him a bit and kiss him back. He didn't know that he was an objectively good kisser, but Aurin tried to pay attention to what had an effect on someone and lean into it.

It was like making out with a warm, living statue, which was strange, but not unpleasant.

"Let's go inside, pretty boy," he whispered huskily into the curve of Aurelio's ear. Even his fucking ear was statuesque.

[Aurelio]

16th Ash, Year 121, A.O.S
Company: Aurin | Theme: Bar stuff. | Thoughts: Nighty night, sweet dreams, Aurin... | Mood: Sleepy

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۞ Aurelio could not help but blush; the way the other man wrapped his arms and legs around him; encouraged Aurelio to embrace him. It did not take him much to life the other human male; considering he was quite light. However, it may have been his Avialae heritage that gave him such great strength in the first place. It was a feat that had been passed onto many Avialae during his time alive. His drunkness would quickly make him take a toll as he opened the door wider before shutting it behind him as he kissed Aurin; grabbing him by his thighs, he immediately massaged his statuesque hands over them.

As he reached the bedroom, he closed his door and slammed Aurin against the door; kissing him further as he fondled with every crevice of his body. Eventually; his tongue intertwined, with the thoughts of intoxication letting him take toll; it wasn't clear what Aurelio would do next as he looked over at Aurin with a sleepy look as he carried him towards the bed and plumped him down, before crawling on top of him and yawning "Ahh, tonight has been a good night..." He said.

He sprawled on top of him, letting his wings cover him so that the other man was warm at night; before he protectively snuggles on top of Aurin as he suddenly falls asleep. From the position Aurin is in; it would be difficult to get out of such a strong Avialae's position; particularly as he snores right in the face of the human male. It is there the young Avialae rests in content, as he sleeps off the alcohol that is still brewing through his system.

"Tonight was great..." He uttered sleepily, although his words slurred slightly as he leaned against Aurin; using him as a pillow. It is clear that this is gonna be a awkward night for Aurin.۞

[Aurin]

Aurin's gambit proved almost too effective, and he had to play along with Aurelio's violent affections. The combat continued, though his opponent was now intoxicated, aroused, and Aurin was just trying to mitigate the damage done to him. He wouldn't complain of this sort of treatment if he was able to reciprocate, but tonight was not that night. Here, in close quarters and already grappled, Aurin was out of his league. If Aurelio was attacking him with intent to harm rather than to snog, he could have dealt with it. A few quick shanks between the ribs would release him, but he was only here to protect the big goofball.

Of course, he wasn't not somewhat aroused by all of it. Perhaps some other time circumstances would allow them to more soberly converse and see if similar passions arouse, but again, tonight was not that night.

"Let me just lock the door..."

But Aurelio was carrying him into the next room already. On the bed, he wondered if things were about to get fraught, but the young Avialae just seemed sleepy.

"Right, splendid. Let me just get you some water..."

But Aurelio hadn't given him a chance to weasel out of his embrace and then the full weight of him was holding Aurin fast to the bed.

"Great, why don't you whip it out and blow me?" he suggested, hoping to at least shift all that weight so he might prize himself from the bed when the now inevitable subconsciousness took Aurelio. But no dice. Aurin had been relegated to body pillow or teddy bear and Aurelio was just mumbling in his sleep.

"Lio." He poked him in the shoulder. "Aurelio." But his sleeping drinking partner just grabbed his arm and tucked it underneath him and then Aurin had no limbs to move. "Fuck."

He didn't even think he could shimmy and get to his pendant to call for help, but he didn't want this to be the situation when he actually did call for help. But it was fine. Everything was fine. He was sweating under Aurelio's body and his golden wings. He wished he could have some water and he wasn't the one who would be dehydrated to hangover in the morning. If Avialae were immune to the aftereffects of alcohol, Aurin was going to be pissed.

Overheated, pinned down, and worried the hooded man would come waltzing through the unlocked door, all Aurin could do was hope Aurelio was a restless sleeper or wait until morning.

"Fuck."

fin.

[Torin Kilvin]

R E V I E W

Lore:

Aurelio
Etiquette:
Creating conversation
Holding a conversation
Dealing with embarrassing moments
Dealing with emotional moments

Storytelling:
Being open and honest
Adding emotional queues

Seduction:
Knowing how to tease
Offering compliments
A straight-up first kiss
Allure in the muscles
Blushing intrigues a partner

Dancing:
Silly drunken dancing
Poorly stepped tango

Endurance:
Dealing with alcohol intoxication


Aurin
Persuasion:
Tell Me About Your Childhood
Putting Them at Their Ease
Earning Confidences
Listening on Purpose
Offering Comforting Touch
Easing Shame
Teasing Nicknames

Seduction:
Present It as a Joke
Slipping It in Like It's Normal
As a Means to Gain Information
Teaching Body Shots
Get Them Drunk

Masquerade:
Dampening Sound
To Assist Stealth


Points: 8 each, Aurin's can be used for Semblance and Masquerade

Injuries/Ailments: Aurelio: Quite the massive hangover. Aurin: New fear of smothering.

Loot: Key to Aurelio's apartment?

Notes: Isn't Aurin a nice man? Seducing the boy for his own good
Very fun read, hopefully the headaches they both have in the morning aren't too bad.