Sebastian/John writings [SOLO]

 Once Sebastian had been fully inducted as an initiate-- which he had insisted on doing under his birth-assigned gender and name-- he showed a quiet, discreet side to himself. Among his strange abilities was the power to heal, or in this case, refuse to heal, at will. He had learned enough about John that he knew drawing Joseph's fascination by revealing he had a literal angelic blessing embedded in his body was a bad idea. He didn't want to lose John's friendship (with or without benefits) or contribute to the herald's obvious insecurity.

Then, in front of others, Sebastian blended in. He observed how they reacted to John and mirrored it appropriately. This led to John trusting him more, which meant they could continue to be friends with benefits. And in return for John's trust, Sebastian gave him something he had only ever given Trent: Sebastian consented to penetrate him.

John enjoyed it a lot more than Sebastian had expected. The way John looked into his eyes afterwards... Sebastian half expected him to try confessing his love, or something. It was a pleasant surprise, and well worth Sebastian's initial discomfort at using the equipment he'd been blessed with. He would do it again, and again, and again, just to see John looking at him like that.

It had been a while since anyone had looked at him like that.

--

Once Sebastian had been declared one of the pure and faithful, he spent more time in John's bed than in PEG housing. One of the many things they had in common was being accustomed to a certain amount of luxury. As long as they were discreet, no harm could come of it, and as they had both practiced defense law, they understood the value of discretion. John was surprised that the flirtatious, flashy Serena could so easily become the much more sedate, modest Sebastian, who appeared to everyone else-- perhaps including the Father-- as innocent and devoted as anyone could dream.

Not that his devotion, at least to John, was ever in question. Sebastian was quite adept at kneeling for his herald.

Some nights, John did ask Sebastian to dress as Serena for him, a request that was granted with the understanding that parts of Serena were off-limits that remained available from Sebastian. Either way, the person in John's bed was warm, loving, passionate, and a little bit obsessive. John could easily turn Sebastian's fear of loneliness and desire for affection to the cult's advantage, but he didn't need to manipulate Sebastian. The cuddly twink liked him well enough that he would do anything John asked of him without question, and John rewarded his devotion nightly.

--

Although the initiate had been inducted as Sebastian, it was clear they were more comfortable as Serena. Serena was openly affectionate, warm, and emotional. John was comforted by her presence. He invited her to be on his arm at formal functions. If Joseph wondered why he was accompanied by a woman no one had seen inducted, or if Joseph suspected who Serena really was, he said nothing on the matter. Then again, John suspected Joseph had his hands full with Trent, who had been shamelessly flirting with him since the second they had met.

February 21, 2022 | Bad Trip

 Talk about a BAD TRIP! Stumbling threw the thick trees Jacob was running, and running. A hundred percent sure he was actually running from a pack of wolves and definitely not in Montana! His foot caught a branch sticking from the dirt and down he went hard. Conveniently straight out of the thick trees that ran along the side of the highway that ran from Falls end to Missoula.

Tumbling down the slope and slamming into a fallen trunk he lay there for a moment his breath all but knocked out of him. At this point he nearly looked like he'd spent the past three days crawling around the undergrowth of the forest. Which he has, not long after the bad explosion down in the Henbane. Both triggered, hurt and so out of it on the Bliss he'd ended up in a very bad stupor and now twice he'd ended up merely snapping necks of three people he'd come across who'd thought it was smart to approach.

Finally though, he just couldn't move. The howls were dying down and the hallucinations were going quiet around him save for the sound of shouting. Damn it, was Connor still back there?! He couldn't move suddenly, his whole body felt heavy and soon he'd completely lost track of time fading off into a half conscious doze just from pure physical and mental exhaustion.

 

Nathaniel had been aimlessly driving around Montana, needing to get out of the hotel room and clear his head. His friends had been even more insufferable than usual lately; Trent had been parrotting some kind of ridiculous dogma he must have heard around here and Serena was usually either fucking John or talking about when she would next get to fuck John. So Nathaniel had needed to get away from all that. As he was making his way down the main road, he saw someone familiar lying by the side of the road.

"Jacob?" he asked himself. He put his signal on and pulled over, then got out and knelt by the man. Jacob was either asleep or in a daze. Nathaniel did the first thing that came to mind and checked his neck for a pulse.

 

By this point Jacob had almost completely faded out for a moment, yet not enough he didn't feel the others touch. However not being fully awake and after the past few days even if he'd been completely sobered jumpy would have been an understatement. Not to mention as he suddenly pulled back to consciousness he couldn't remember where he even was. Eyes shooting open rather quickly it was only a matter of seconds before he'd snatched Nathaniel by the wrist, and reached to feel for his knife. That, probably lucky for Nathaniel wasn't there. Eyes wide now staring at Nathaniel he sucked in a breath for a moment letting the others wrist go and looking around for a moment looking a bit confused and disoriented his breath however didn't calm. If anything it began to quicken as he took everything in fighting to try to think clearly. What the hell!? Why was he on the side of the road!? What the fuck had happened!? The explosion!? Fuck the Bliss! Even recognizing Nathaniel finally, did little to calm him in that moment and he was soon gasping as his chest began to constrict from the overwhelming rush of fear, panic and confusion.

 

Nathaniel blinked at the sudden grab to his wrist, but didn't utter a noise of protest. He understood why Jacob might not want to be touched just now.

"Good. You're awake," he said, baby blue eyes filled with concern-- which only deepened as Jacob noticeably began to panic! Nathaniel gently rubbed his back. "Hey, stay with me," he said. "Do you know where we are?"

 

Face scrunching up a bit as he fought to breath Jacob merely looked down for a moment. Well, sort of? Fuck! His chest was aching and he felt so disoriented he wasn't positive other than somewhere in the woods judging by what he could see currently. Still he merely nodded eyes squeezing shut for a moment. "Fuck.. " He hissed merely out of desperation for it to stop. He hadn't actually had one of these in so long and it probably didn't help his vision was still a bit wonky from the drugs. "I'm...." He took at least six more rather fast breaths struggling to speak "Ok.. " He managed his hand moving to push at Nathaniel though really he merely ended up fumbling against him before his fist latched onto the others shirt.

 

Nathaniel pulled Jacob against him and held him close, rubbing his back. It was obvious Jacob was having some sort of episode, and Nathaniel had no experience with this kind of thing. He wasn't sure what to do, but he wanted to comfort his friend.

"Okay," he said. "Can you take a slow, deep breath for me?"

He vaguely expected Jacob to push him away and tell him to fuck off, mind his own business, insist he could take care of himself, so he was surprised when the other instead fisted his hand into Nathaniel's grey T-shirt.

Nathaniel cupped the hand that wasn't rubbing Jacob's back over Jacob's hand, thumbing it. "It's okay. You're going to be okay. I'm here," he said quietly, nosing into Jacob's hair lightly, an instinctive gesture of affection.

 

He wanted to, god did he want to but he wasn't exactly in a normal mindset by any means. Eyes closing for a moment he continued to fight to steady his breathing. At this point shivering both from the rush of panic and chills he soon pushed against Nathaniel damn near slumping against him at this point. A few moments past like this, his breath going from heavy gasps to deep forced ones and his other hand eventually going to his chest both out of pain and desperation. God damn it. Things were slowly coming back and he had to fight not to think about it in that exact moment. Especially as his heart rate finally began to drift back to normal his breaths became a bit more even. Eyes drifting to open to stare of at the tree line for a moment he squinted a bit taking another few slowly deeper breaths. "Wher... How .. The fuck are we? What are you doing here?" He finally spoke finally starting to wonder maybe more so how Nathaniel had came across him. Meant he had to have stumbled onto a main road or something right? He vagally remembered maybe hearing cars but it was all trippy fog of uncertainty to what was actually real and what wasn't. He also remembered people he knew couldn't have been there so.... Damn the fucking Bliss!

 

Nathaniel held Jacob as he fought to steady his breathing, continuing to stroke his back as he felt the man shivering against him. In another context, those shivers were delightful. In this... not so much.

When Jacob spoke, Nathaniel was relieved. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. "We're just a few miles outside town," Nathaniel answered. "My car's just there if you want me to take you somewhere. Somewhere other than my room, though. The others are being ...annoying."

Serena/John ficlet [SOLO]

 Now that Serena took a good look at him, she recognized John from Harvard. They'd gone to many of the same parties after Trent had left. They'd even made out once or twice, but that was as far as it had gotten. And now John was living out in the boonies, she thought derisively. On purpose. Just like Serena's father, a successful accountant who had moved from Palo Alto to Des Moines.

She disguised her judgment with a warm smile as she crawled into John's lap and straddled him. His aura of self-loathing made a lot of sense, now that she thought about it, and she wondered if she could distract him from it. She could certainly try. She pressed a kiss to his lips, one hand gripping his tie, the other sliding into his hair. After a moment's hesitation, John kissed her back, pulling her flush against him with both hands on her ass. She broke the kiss and reflexively started to pull back.

"Hey, now," she murmured. "Don't get too excited. That kiss was free, but I charge $3,200 a night if you're looking for more."

John gave a noise of surprise when he heard her price. "That much? What makes you think you're worth it?" He glanced pointedly at her absolute lack of tits.

She rolled her eyes. "I don't set the price, my husband does."

John rolled his eyes, too, and made a show of throwing up his hands. "A married hooker. This gets better and better. What's next? Wait, don't tell me. You're actually a drag queen," he added sarcastically.

Serena blinked at him. "You can tell?"

John's jaw dropped and he just about pushed her off his lap, but thought better of it and pulled her close again. "I'll repent for this in the morning," he decided. He threw her down in the couch, eliciting a delighted squeal, and kissed her furiously as he put on a condom. 

Now that her 'secret' was out, she was remarkably less picky, like putty in his hands, responsive to every touch, willing to do anything he wanted. She felt good, and while something nagging in the back of his head told him he'd picked her up before, even had a similar sort of conversation with her, he didn't fully recognize her. It wasn't until he was moaning her name in climax that he thought about it.

"Serena... Is that a popular name for girls in your line of work?" he asked breathlessly, as he pulled out and disposed of the condom.

She looked quizzically at him as she tried to discreetly clean herself with a wet nap. "I don't know," she said. "It's not a rare name, why?"

He gazed at her. "I picked up a Serena recently, when I was in California. She was also a pretty blonde drag queen."

She tittered. "Yes, that was me," Serena confirmed. "We've hooked up a few times, actually. I wasn't going to charge you for tonight, by the way. I never did before."

As he got dressed, his expression was a stone wall. That self-hatred was creeping back in again. "Right. I didn't recognize you without those boy toys you're always clinging to."

"And I almost didn't recognize you without a stick in your ass, yet here we are," she retorted.

"Was that an offer?" he shot back sarcastically; he knew Serena didn't like topping. They glared at each other for a moment, then just as quickly as his clothes had gone back on, they came off as the two of them launched themselves at each other.

After their second round, John pulled Serena to snuggle up against him for a few minutes, then decided to push his luck. He ran his hand up her inner thigh, towards where no one was allowed to touch, paying customer or otherwise. She grabbed his wrist before his hand could get too close.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked, his tone mocking. "Don't you want to get off, too?"

She looked at him, conflicted.

"Why not?" John asked. He slowly slid down her body, maintaining eye contact until he slipped his head under her skirt. She squirmed, but didn't stop him this time. She was helpless to his touch, a slave to lust.

That was her sin.

--

They spent some time together after that, reminiscing about Harvard and drugs. Serena was mostly clean; John ...had his moments. He'd been using when he and his brothers had reunited. Serena's earnestness, the ease with which she bubbled forth affection, made him want to go for the pipe again. He wanted to tell her to cut the bullshit; it may be her job to make men feel good, but he wasn't paying her and she didn't need to act like he was someone worth caring about. But every time he so much as insinuated her sweet words and insistent clinginess made him uncomfortable, she looked at him like he'd just slaughtered her grandparents on a whim. He'd never met someone so openly needy, not even Faith. So he let her snuggle up in his lap and tell him how sexy and amazing he was. He began to relax and let her stroke his ego, among other things.

"You're not going to fall in love with me, are you?" he asked at one point, half sarcastically.

She looked at him, surprised, and scoffed. "Sweetie, I don't fall for every guy I fuck," she said bluntly. "I just like to be able to pamper who I'm with at the time."

"You're cuddly for a whore." He didn't know why he felt the need to deflect, to insult her. She didn't care, though. She'd heard worse from her husband's consort.

"And you're charming for a multi-practice lawyer." She meant it sarcastically, but it didn't quite come out that way. She scooted into his lap and draped her arms round his shoulders. "Look, okay, I'm not exactly looking for another boyfriend. You and I have some things in common and I enjoy spending time with you. That's all there is to it."

"Is that why you don't charge me?" he asked, amused.

"Part of it. I'm not in it for the money. I just...." She hesitated. "I feel better, during sex, about life. About the fact that I'm forced to stay alive for my husband's amusement, or whatever it is he gets out of this. Some guys approached us back when I started doing drag and asked if they could, you know.... And Luci joked that they could do whatever they wanted for $300 an hour. Then we ended up increasing it to $400 to send a message to clients after some guys from the varsity football team got a little too...." She grimaced.

"For that high a price, they should be able to do whatever they want," John argued. "It's appalling to me that you think you can make any sort of requests."

"You're missing the point. Money or no money, it's still my body at the end of the day. Neither Luci nor I actually need or care about the money. We just charge because there are people willing to pay, that's all. It adds a barrier to surmount, and thus, intrigue. People like that, for some reason."

"How many guys get to do you for free?" John wanted to know.

"None of your business," Serena responded easily and without rancor. "Would you like to remain one of them?"

Point taken. John shut his mouth and nuzzled into her hair. She relaxed and sighed happily against him. Lying together like this, they could easily be mistaken for a pair of ordinary lovers.

-- 

"Why do you like me?" John asked. Serena regarded him pensively.

"The folk song the choir sings about you, how bold and brave you are, has some truth to it," she said. "Your people like you, don't they?"

John smiled and cupped her cheek. "Why do you, Serena?"

She nuzzled his hand. "We have a lot in common. Both educated at Harvard Law, both need affection like oxygen, both have deep ties to men we idolize who may or may not fully approve of us."

John shifted uncomfortably. She could see it, then, his desperation for his brother's approval?

"Both willing to become anything, no matter how insane it may look, to be indispensable to those men."

John dropped his hand. "We do have a lot in common," he agreed. "I display my sin openly on my body. You, however... yours is somewhere a bit more private."

Serena closed her eyes and wrinkled her brow slightly, letting out a sigh. "You noticed that, huh?"

"It's an intimate place for a tattoo," John said.

"No shit. I was so wasted that week, I don't remember getting it, nor do I know how recovery was. I'm just glad it didn't get infected." Serena took a swig of her green apple vodka, as if to emphasize her point. "I don't even know who did it. Just that they were professional. Didn't take advantage."

John scoffed. "They probably got the hint that you were marking yourself for Trent, considering it's his name you've got there."

Serena scoffed right back. "Yeah. I was saving myself for him. I did save myself for him. But he went back to his college crush, even though she treated him like shit. I married Luci, who treats me better than I deserve." She took another drink. "So, what am I, John? Lust or envy? Which of those are you going to carve into my flesh?"

John didn't want to think about work right now. He pulled her closer, running his fingers through her hair. "I'll flip a coin," he said, a little more cavalier than usual. Serena gave him a long look, then smiled that usual contented smile she had when they were cuddling. He was a few years older than she was, old enough that they had almost missed each other in law school.

As if reading her mind, he asked, "How old are you, anyway?"

Serena thought about scolding him for asking a lady's age, but she knew his rebuttal would be that she wasn't a lady. That wasn't a point she wanted to argue right now, so she answered, "I'll be 34 in September."

"How old are Trent and Nathaniel?"

"Nathaniel... 33 in March. Trent, 33 in May. If you were going to ask, yes, they're the only male lovers who are younger than me."

"Why do you dress and act so young?" John asked, changing tacks. "Since most of your lovers are older than you anyway, why not just act your age?"

"Says the guy who pretends to still be in his mid-20's."

"Better over 18 than under."

Serena blinked at him. "Excuse me?"

"Serena, half your wardrobe is plaid knee skirts, and the other half is pink frilly cutesy crap. It's a little unnerving."

She shook her head. "When were you going to tell me you had such a problem with how I dress? Besides, a lot of guys like the 'pink frilly cutesy crap', as you so charmingly put it."

John frowned. "I just feel like a creep for being so attracted to you when you insist on looking like that."

Serena smiled fondly at him. "Don't overthink it," she said. "After all, we're all sinners, are we not?"

He could practically see her locking away in her brain his admission of attraction to her. He wondered if he'd regret saying so later on.

February 7, 2022 | Accident? - Nathaniel x Jacob

 [Accident? How the fuck is that an accident?]

Accident? Yeah right the only way he could think the other male had gotten ahold of his number was either one of his own siblings on purpose OR the guy had actually pulled a fast one. Probably on John seeing as he'd have been the easiest to do that shit to. Especially if he'd been drunk arguing with or boning that weird bitch. Eyes slightly rolling Jacob pocketed the phone and moved to push back beneath the truck he was currently working in just outside the front of the old hotel and resort he'd most recently set up as base.

 

[I wish I could give you an answer to that], Nathaniel typed back, equally nonplussed. He had woken up to a Post-It on his phone with a number that said "Text Me!" and, like an idiot, had followed directions. He sent a picture of the Post-It now to the number.

[Does that answer your question? & No, that's not my handwriting.]

 

[Wtaf that's kinda creepy] Jacob sent back after seeing the sticky note. Who the hell thought they were being funny? Now back out from under the truck he studied the writing for a moment longer before deciding he had no idea who's it actually was.

 

[He's a creepy guy, but he grows on you] was Nathaniel's response. He knew exactly who had (probably) hacked into something-or-other to get this number for him.

[Assuming his intention was for me to ask you out, you'd say...?]

 

[You say that like I know who your ass is talking about and out? Like on a date? Or you wanna hold hands at the park? Gonna buy me flowers N8 the G8?! 🤣]

Jacob hit send and sort of rolled his eyes. Just when he'd thought he'd heard it all though most of the time people were more blunt. Either straight up asking to fuck or saying something more along the lines of wanting to get to know him. MOSTLY he turned them down though he had on occasion gone for the ones who just wanted sex because well? Who didn't need to get off once in awhile.

 

[Yes, on a date. I was thinking more like the zoo or the aquarium. Maybe dinner & a movie. I don't hold hands on the first date, but play your cards right & sex isn't necessarily off the table. What kind of flowers do you like?] Nathaniel sent back, a little cheekily. He could be a bit of a brat sometimes, but hell with it, this guy was being sarcastic too.

 

Another hour or so passed before Jacob finally remembered to check his phone. Unlocking it while he sat outside on top of one of the dog cages watching some of his guys work he rolled his eyes at what he'd gotten back. Was this guy for real? He honestly wasn't sure anymore.

[I literally work with animals on a daily so how bout no. Movies is the lamest choice out there and fucking please don't buy me flowers or I'll strangle you with them shithead. Now come up with something actually entertaining and I might consider it.] He hit send he shook his head and moved to hop off the cage as he spotted two guys a bit roughly unloading a Bob cat. "Bitch how about I throw you in there and shake you the fuck around??!!" He boomed which quickly got them out of the way sense they certainly didn't put that threat past him.

 

Nathaniel frowned as he read the text. He was one for the classics, and was completely stumped by this. He typed out the first few suggestions that came to mind:

[Faire? Festival? Carnival? Museum? Planetarium? Shooting range? Look, I'll level with you. I don't know how to flirt with guys. My first boyfriend and I got together after he put me in the hospital, and my second was someone I worked with who my first told me had a crush on me. Before that, in school, I was basically the school bicycle & didn't form meaningful connections. If my suggestions are too girly for you, it's because I'm used to dating girls. What would you recommend?]

Serena x John - Encounter at Lux

After a grueling day of practically doing everybody else's job for them, as was the way at Whitefeather & Associates, Nathaniel was looking for a way to relax and unwind. He received a text message in the group chat with his friends Serena and Trent, asking if he wanted to come out clubbing tonight.

[Might as well], he texted back unenthusiastically. He decided to go out in a suit so he wouldn't have to go home and change and keep his friends waiting.

When he and Trent arrived at Lux, Serena was already waiting for them outside. She scampered up to them and pulled each man in by the hand so they could beat the line. Being the wife of the owner had its perks.

"Hey! I'm so glad you could make it!" she squealed.

"Yeah," said Nathaniel. As they went inside, Nathaniel saw a somewhat-familiar face. "Hey," he said, "isn't that your new friend? The one who called you a weak-minded sinner?"

"John?" Serena said, furrowing her brow. "No, I don't see him." She shrugged. "Let's get something to drink." They pulled up stools and signalled the bartender.

Then she saw him. "Oh, you're right. It is John. Maybe I should go say hi. See if he'll recognize me."

Nathaniel sighed. "We do like to live dangerously," he muttered.

 

First a house party, a big one at that and they'd even had a good-sized pool out back. That had been how John had ended up so practically shit faced to begin with. Once his old colleague had convinced him to settle down, relax a little. A lot had him rather tense and at times John acted as if he had a stick firmly inserted up his ass. Well am entire bottle and a half of champagne later and he'd ended up in the pool making out with two girls who didn't mind his drunken ramblings about his weird brother and court cases or we'll, far worse. Sobering up a bit with a few lines of cocaine he'd them followed his friend Carter to a strip club. Both deciding they needed out and again by the time they'd left John had gotten them almost kicked out and he was practically stumbling. By now it was late and Carter had once last stop he wanted to make. Some club he claimed was a fairly big deal. So agreeing John had eventually ended up there within at one of the bars and for the past thirty minutes had been rather desperately attempting to pick up some very cute black bartender with a big ass. However he may have slipped up and said to much about needing to repent in the morning for what he wanted to do to her. Whatever the case was she'd dipped and probably purposely leaving him standing there listening to Carter sweet talking some blonde.

Staring off at the cup of whiskey for a moment he was currently starting to feel the other shit he'd smoked with Carter twenty minutes ago creep up. Heavily at that and it was a wonder he wasn't seeing stars by this point. Moving to hop off the barstool finally he decided he needed some fresh air when he started for the door. Maybe something new to try and get back to the hotel with him to. In fact as he was walking he damn near ran right into the blonde and for a moment he looked a bit shocked. DAMN! She was hot! Little tall but… "My apologies gorgeous I… Well I should probably look where I'm going in this place. Or sit down" He remarked actually sniggering a bit drunkenly.

 

"Easy there," Serena said, taking hold of John's arm and leading him to a couch where they could sit down together. Tonight she hadn't been set to perform, so instead of her usual white prom dress, she was dressed somewhat casually in a black leather skirt, matching over-the-knee boots, and a silver halter top. A clutch was slung over one shoulder.

Nathaniel rolled his eyes and downed both his drink and Serena's as she walked off with John. Typical. Whenever they went anywhere together, she ended up picking up some guy and spending the night with him. And this guy talked like some kind of fundie. He'd probably try to burn Serena at the stake if he found out what she was.

Trent watched them with a critical look in his eye. Though he had allowed himself to fade mostly into the background of their conversation, he had not liked John or Jacob at all. Serena had made it clear to Trent that she could handle herself, but he couldn't help but be protective.

"Are you okay?" Serena asked John now, cupping his face. "You look a little rough."

 

Well, that hadn't been hard. In fact John hardly had to try at all. Eyeing the rather tall female a smirk crossed his face as they soon came to sit on the sofa. "You look familiar, have we met?" He suddenly asked as he eyed her. Maybe he was just tripping, however. How could he know her? This was fucking L.A! She likely just looked like someone else he'd seen a lot of and thus he quickly decided not to put too much concern into the matter if that was the case.

"Rough? Oh darling I may be a bit drunk but I would not consider this the roughest I've ever looked" He slurred in response with a bit of a cheeky grin plastered on his face. "You on the other hand. They let Angels just walk around now?" He flirted all to easily as he leaned forward where he sat head cocking a bit to the side as he looked at her.

 

"Maybe we have, maybe we haven't," Serena said. She knew very well that fit, long-haired blondes were a dime a dozen in this city, especially since that happened to be Lucifer's exact type.

She thumbed his cheek with a little giggle. "Drunk, probably high… Good to know you've got a strong constitution, though," she murmured.

She giggled again. "Funny you should say that," she said; the club was owned by an angel. "Short answer: Yes. And what about you? Come here often?"

 

A faint smile on John’s face as she moved to touch his cheek he merely let his eyes wander over her features for a moment before what she'd asked finally seemed to register. "Here? No actually. I'm from out of town. Thought I'd grace this wonderful establishment with my presence before I leave tomorrow" He told her lightly chuckling as he moved to slowly sit back a bit of a dizzy waive threatening to wash over him. He'd really outdone himself this time most likely. The drive tomorrow wasn't going to be fun and he actually didn't doubt Jacob would have to get them as far as he could back in the direction of home.

 

"Mm, I'm glad you find it so wonderful. You know… since you're leaving tomorrow," Serena said, scooting a little closer to him, "maybe we can have some fun before you go."

 

As she scooted closer John moved his arm over her shoulders and cracked a rather sweet smile. "Oh yeah? Whatcha got in mind darlin?" He whispered softly purposely playing along despite what was obviously happening. Even going as far as moving in rather close. She smelt phenomenal and those lips. Already images were going through his head and rather freely at that.

 

Serena giggled and slid him a cocktail napkin with her name and price. "There are rooms here, or we can go somewhere more private," she whispered, biting her bottom lip as if she was shy.

 

Glancing at what she had handed him, well of course and John wasn't very shocked. He'd already pegged a couple earlier. A faint smile crossed his face as he balled the napkin up into his hand and let his eyes move back hers. "Here is fine beautiful" He replied without even much thought at all. His hand reach to gently brush some of her thick blonde hair behind her ear.

 

Serena looked around for a moment. Did he mean here, on the couch? She could get away with it, being who she was to the owner. Hell, why not? She climbed into his lap and, taking his face between her hands, kissed him aggressively.

 

Moving to grasp her hips as she hopped on John at first looked a little shocked but well also wouldn't exactly be his first time in this position. Lips meeting hers right back as she kissed him he let out a purr against her kiss lightly nipping at her bottom lip.

 

Ooh, he purred! That was absolutely delightful, Serena thought, tangling her fingers in his hair. She nipped at him right back, then tapped his nose.

"I like it in the ass, from behind," she whispered, a little smirk on her lips as she broke the kiss. "What say you?"

 

Letting out a soft moan as her teeth found John’s lip and her fingers found his hair his hands had already slid around to grasp at her ass pushing her down on top of himself more when she'd spoke. Light blue hues meeting hers he cracked a bit of a smirk. Damn, for that much money she wanted to make requests? However he decided rather quickly it wasn't worth complaining and he really didn't care. "Whatever you want baby girl" he purred back. One hand gently moving to brush a finger along her jawline as he spoke.

 

"Ooh, on second thought," Serena breathed. "This works for me if it works for you. Do you have protection?" she asked. She could somewhat guess his thoughts from his expression - it was a relatively common complaint.

 

Indecisive much? For a moment John merely blinked a bit drunkenly and then slowly nodded. "Is in my wallet" He told her before actually starting to snicker a bit drunkenly. "Scoot off for a second darlin gotta get it from under my ass" he mused hands moving to slightly move her enough to the side and towards the couch his hand could reach and fumble for his wallet from his back pocket.

 

Serena giggled and allowed herself to be moved. "Cute, you keep it in your wallet," she remarked. She took her purse off and hid it under one of the cushions, then subtly adjusted the back strap on her leather chastity so he could go in easy. Then she sat on her knees and watched him expectantly.

 

"Where else would I keep it?" John slightly slurred in response not really seeing how that was even worth noting. Moving to open the leather wallet he soon pulled it out and moved towards her again. Nuzzling at her cheek before gently nipping at her lower jaw. At this point he merely tossed the wallet behind him on the sofa and moved to a hand to the other side of her cheek and head.

 

That wasn't a question worth dignifying with a response. Wallet friction could cause a condom to become less useful… that is, if Serena cared in the first place, which she didn't. She smiled as he nuzzled her; even if this was purely transactional, she had felt starved for affection and this little bit felt good. She leaned her cheek into his hand with a soft sound of pleasure.

 

Moving to nip down to her neck John bit a little harder and his hand now moved from her check to her legs. Slowly brushing his fingers along her inner thigh he slowly moved to make his way up for her crotch. Other hand holding himself up on as he leaned in close he was borderline close to just pushing her back onto the sofa yet taking his time at this point. Simply enjoying playing with her.

 

Serena grabbed his wrist before he could touch her crotch. "H-hey," she protested, squirming slightly. "…well, there's probably something I should tell you. Most people, most regulars, already know this, but since it's your very first time… I— uh—" She blushed furiously. This wasn't something she normally disclosed, but this guy looked absolutely shitfaced at this point - what was the worst he could do?

 

Stopping as she grabbed his wrist John at first shot her an annoyed look but then as she started speaking he just looked confused. "What is it baby?" He whispered softly his hand instead moving to gently take her wrist back gently. His thumb brushing across it as he leaned in to nuzzle her trying to be comforting. It couldn't be THAT bad right? Well not as bad as her almost wanting to choose how things were done despite him paying her.

 

Serena took a breath, blushing deeply. This wasn't something she was in the habit of disclosing, but since it was Lux, she couldn't have her husband's reputation tarnished by association by not saying something, right?

"… I'm a drag queen. That's not a problem for you, is it?" she asked, her eyes averted from his.

 

John took a moment to process what she was saying. Ok so maybe there were worse things but mainly because she probably should have mentioned that. At some point…. Before now. After a moment however he began to chuckle and slowly shook his head. "Not at all actually. But maybe next time figure out a way to spice it in while flirting. Fairly sure a straight man would be pretty pissed" He whispered a bit teasingly at her as moved to lean in a bit close again gently nipping at her neck again to try and help relax her.

 

Serena gave a self-conscious little chuckle. "Yeah, I normally don't tell people," she admitted, "and, yes, I've had a couple straighties get mad at me. The ones who found out, anyway. I'm still trying to work out how flirting works." Her hand went up to his hair as he bit her, and she did indeed relax instantly, relieved. This could have gone worse, for sure.