Did you see his tail?

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He fought so hard to keep it in until Avery left the room, then he burst into soft laughter. It had been rather amusing to see him slip. Of course had Avery actually fallen, he would have been out of the tub with concern for his well being.

Cyma finished washing himself up, then sat back to relax a little more before getting out. He dries himself off, then wraps the robe around him. His cloths wouldn't really be needed for the rest of the night, though he tucked them into his carrying bag and slung it over his shoulder before scooping up the Furball to head down into the common room.

He could smell the meal before he entered the room and smiled. It would be so nice to eat a meal that he didn't have to personaly hunt for, for once.

"It looks wonderful." He moves to take a seat at the table with Avery.

[Rhindeer]

By the time Cyma returned, Avery had visited the kitchen again and snagged a bottle of wine. It wasn't any of the good stuff and it was half empty anyway, so he didn't think it would be missed. When Cyma settled down in a seat across from him, Avery smiled over the top of his wine glass and then took another sip before setting the glass back down. Tasty stuff, wine.

"Have a nice wash?" he asked, leaning one elbow on the table and propping his chin up on his hand. "I hope you find everything to your liking. If there's anything else I can get you, just say the word." And I hope you know you're being charged for everything you use, he thought, still smiling pleasantly at Cyma.

"Anyway, please, eat up! Unless you prefer taking your meal in privacy." And hurry up, already. I want to sleep.

Blinking, he looked down at his wine glass and then pushed it away. Wine was a relaxant, but for some reason it was just making him grumpy right now. It had been a long day, though, and one full of annoyances, so that was probably it. In any case, he hoped Cyma was the sort that wanted to do the majority of the work tonight, because depending on how bad he was he might be able to sneak in a catnap. He? Cynical about his customer's skills? Never. But perhaps after ten years he had started to stereotype the people that came here, because why else would they visit a brothel if they could attract normal people?

Oh well. He needed the money, and it was good money.

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Cyma nodded as he settled the Furball into his lap. He paused for a moment to eye Avery for a moment, almost as though sensing the snarky thoughts in the man's head. Of course he's not going to say anything about it. Instead he started cutting up the meat into small pieces and hand feeding them to the Furball. He took a piece of it every now and then, though the foxling was fed most of it. Cyma then set the foxling aside with the milk and finished up his part of the meal.

He took a few dried leaves from a small glass vial in his pouch and added them to the hot tea, the smell of mint hitting the air right away. Minted tea was nice and soothing, not to mention it could freshen the breath. After all, who'd want to be around somebody with blood breath.

"You seem a little eager to hurry things along." He sipped at his tea as he nibbling on the rest of his meal. He was curious as to why before Avery had finally seemed at ease, where now it was as though he was agitated.

[Rhindeer]

He remembered what Cyma had said about eating raw meat, but it didn't make actually witnessing it any more strange, and Avery stared openly for the first few bites. Raw meat. Raw bloody meat. He finally had to look away and focus on his wine, and after swirling the rosy liquid in the glass for a few moments he just shrugged and tossed the rest back like a shot. Please, please tell him Cyma was going to wash his mouth out before they got down to business, please. Avery liked meat just fine, in fact he loved a good cutlet as much as any other Adelan, but oh Gods he liked it cooked like normal humans cooked it and not raw like how beasts tore into the stuff.

Not to mention the sight of blood made him queasy to begin with. So did the taste. Nothing was worse than accidentally biting down on the inside of your cheek and getting a nice mouthful of it--

Getting off that train of thought now!

He set his wine glass aside and looked up when Cyma set Furball on the ground. Good timing, too, because all the meat was finished by then and Avery picked up on the smell of mint. Ah, the tea. So Cyma was considerate after all, drinking tea and eating the fruit to wrap it up. Palate cleansers, all of them. Good. Avery relaxed a little, no longer haunted by the thought of kissing someone with bloody teeth, and then jumped a little when Cyma spoke.

Was it that obvious?

Avery only flashed him a sly half smile, leaned forward, and nudged Cyma's leg under the table with a bare foot. "Oh, and you're not?" he teased, then snatched an orange wedge from Cyma's plate. "Is it any wonder that I'm eager when I have company such as yourself? And after our time in the bath, too..." He nibbled at the orange, mainly sucking the juice out of it to freshen his breath since he rather hated the texture of oranges themselves. "After that, can you blame me for being a little eager?"

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Cyma arched a brow slightly, seeing that Avery has slipped back into the act. Though he decided not to say anything about it right now. After all, it wasn't long now until they moved onto the main events. He was the type of person to enjoy sex all the better after he was cleaned up and fed, that way he could concentrate on better things.

He smiled at his leg being nudged, as he sipped the last little bit of his tea. "Then let's take this somewhere more private." It was a good time to escape, since the Furball had taken off... most likely he'd found himself a pair of breasts to snuggle into... pervy old fox.

[Rhindeer]

Finally! Avery set the dehydrated orange slice aside, stood up, and stretched. "Your wish is my command. Right this way." He held his hand out to Cyma and smiled, silently grateful that all the awkward, obligatory small talk was done and over with. When it came to his regulars he actually enjoyed it; it was nice getting to know them on a more intimate level like that, for sex was hardly intimate to him anymore. But the ones like Cyma who might just be passing through and needing a quick fix, pah.

They didn't really care about the conversation most of the time and it was a little awkward pretending like he did, too.

Avery didn't bother to clean up the meal; someone else would get it. Instead, he waited patiently for Cyma to stand so he could lead him up the steps to his room--and did a quick glance around the place for Cyma's fox. Voyeuristic foxes...

Eugh. The thought still kind of disturbed him.

[shinigamikitsune]

There would be no voyeuristic foxes this night. I really had only been a joke when he'd mentioned that.

Cyma took Avery's hand as he stood, making sure to take his things with him. After all, he'd be needing them when the night was over. If Avery thought he was going to be getting sleep tonight, he was in for another story. Okay, o it may still be dark once they're done. But this was not going to be some quick fuck. He'd been travelling through the countryside for the past six months and he was darn well going to enjoy this night of indulgence.

It wasn't that he couldn't find somebody to seduce all on his own, he just didn't want the hassle of playing that game tonight. It was far easier, and less of a headache to find a brothel for the night.

[Rhindeer]

Grasping Cyma's hand, Avery lead the other man up the stairs and to the second storey of the building--good, the paintings hadn't been moved--and then down a dimly lit hallway decorated with thick rugs. Candles flicked in intricate wall sconces and the smell of aphrodisiac-laced incense, popular among the establishment, was a bit heavier there. It was only a short walk before they had reached Avery's room, which was closer to the stairs, and he opened the door and ushered Cyma inside before closing the door behind him and locking it.

It was dark inside, but Avery knew his way around his own room. He made his way over to his desk, lit the candles there, and carried one of them with him to light the others. "We can blow them out later if that's what you prefer," he said, walking back over to the desk. Hey, some people were shy like that, brothel or not. After lighting a stick of incense, he returned the candle to its original holder and then crossed the room to go close the curtains.

Avery's room looked out over the city and he liked to leave the curtains open during the day for the light--well, save when he was 'working'--and even at night because the view was rather pretty. Other than that, they were shut. Being a whore didn't negate his need for privacy, and the thought of people watching gave him the heebie jeebies. He wasn't that depraved.

Fixing the curtains so they were properly shut and not all wrinkled and messy, he turned back around to face Cyma and smiled. "Hope you don't mind, my room's a little messy," he said, though it wasn't, really--aside from the desk, which was covered in books and papers and random shiny things, gifts from regulars, that he kept because they were pretty and because he might one day be able to sell them. He headed over toward Cyma, reaching up to feel around and undo all the different little pins in his hair so he could let it down, then stopped a few feet away from the man and gave him a sly smile.

"Payment up front, by the way. And if you're into pain, both giving and receiving, I don't do that."

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Once in the room, he took a moment to look around. Tymah didn't need light in order to be able to see. Infact he saw so much better in the dark then he did in the light. It was actually a throw back to his father's race, Tarrin's not being able to see during the sunlight. Most likely an evolutionary change over time, since they lived deep within the earth. He was thankful though that his eyes weren't completely sensative to light, due to his mother being human. So when the room filled up with candle light, it didn't bother him all that much.

"No need to put them all out, only a few." After all, he wasn't that shy,  or even modest. In fact, he wouldn't be bothered with going a round with some young thing, in the middle of the day, out in the open in the middle of a forest, or by some lake... maybe even a water fall. Yes. Sex in nature was always awesome. But sometimes the need for a nicec soft bed, and warmth of the indoors won out. Plus not everybody opted for sex outside. Humans and their modesty... such a silly concept.

This was messy? Tymah just chuckled softly when Avery said that. That was rather amusing. If this was the young man's idea of a mess, then he should see a place with kidlets running rampant...... Woah! Where the hell did the idea of kidlets come from? A faint frown came to his lips as he looked down at his tummy. It would seem that he was getting close to finding one of his mates. Though it was a pleasing thought, it was not one that he needed right now. Especially with a tasty morsel like Avery standing here before him all ready to be sexed up.

Speaking of which, he was wondering when the talk of money would come up. He nodded to Avery then set his bag down. He took a moment to locate one of his coin pouches and handed it over to the boy. He might not be sure of just how much this place charged, but there was enough in that pouch to typically pay for a weeks worth.

Cyma was never really worried about the concept of money. Sure he would need it for some things, but most others he could easily get by without spending money on them. He could hunt for food, shape the earth into a shelter should he need it. He owned no property that he needed to pay upkeep and taxes on. It was just him and the Furball. He had more then enough money to last him for a couple human lifetimes, thanks mostly to his involvement during the war a couple hundred years back.

"I do believe that should be enough." The incence was starting to get to him a little bit. It was almost like a universal thing with those who made them, that their scents had to be so strong. He would be more then happy when the smells of arousal and sex filled the air.

Speaking of which, he took his time looking over Avery's body now once again. He most certainly going to enjoy driving this being into pleasure and tasting him.

[Rhindeer]

Avery took the offered pouch and turned away from Cyma to face his desk, peering into the purse and counting out the coins. It would be rude to do it in front of Cyma, but he wanted to make sure he had the correct amount--which he did. And then some.

His eyes widened and he gave a quick glance over his shoulder at Cyma. Er. That was way more than the nightly fee. Did he want the difference, was he giving him the whole thing, or...was he buying him for a week or what? Blinking a few times, he looked back at the pouch, cleared his throat, and then slipped it into one of his desk drawers, along with the pins he'd removed from his hair, and turned back to face Cyma. Ahem. He'd just take it for now. If Cyma had something else in mind, he'd correct him, Avery imagined, but Avery sure as hell wasn't going to complain or tip him off that he was paying too much.

"Oh, that was plenty, thank you," he said, grinning in earnest now and reaching up to undo the tie that held his hair in a loose ponytail. If Cyma was seriously paying him a week's worth for one night, then by the Old Ones he would show the man one hell of a night because right now he kind of loved him. Shallowly and for his money, but he loved him nonetheless. Even if the guy was awful, he might not even have to fake it--money was, ultimately, his biggest turn on nowadays.

Of course, if it turned out that Cyma wanted his change or had paid for a week...Avery wouldn't be quite so thrilled.

He tugged the tie free and dropped it to the floor, dark hair tumbling around his shoulders and down his back, and he stepped right up to Cyma and looped his arms around the man's neck. His hands tangled in Cyma's hair at his nape, holding him in place as he closed the gap between them until they were chest to chest with only their robes separating them. "Mm...I think that's quite enough business talk for now," Avery murmured, and pressed a kiss to the side of Cyma's neck, then another on his jaw. "We should move onto more interesting subjects, don't you think?"

Like money! A week's worth! A WEEK!

He quickly kicked the thought out of his head before he started to grin like some crazy idiot when he was supposed to be looking seductive, even though right now he wanted nothing more than to dash over to his desk and count out the exact amount. That had to wait, though, ugh, so it was best not to think and agonize over it. Besides, if he kept on like that this whole encounter would be over before it started and he wasn't paid to look pretty, he was paid to please.

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(I totally just noticed that I put Tymah instead of Cyma in my last post *shakes head and pretends to fix it*)

~Time Skip!!! They smexed! It was great! That's all you need to know!~

Cyma woke up a bit before dawn, stretching with a happy mewl. He always felt so damned good after a night of good sex, and last night had been great. The way Avery had reacted last night, he was certain that the young man wasn't at all use to being on the recieving end of pleasure. Poor guy. He madee sure to change that last night. Cyma was going to remember last night for a long time.

He glanced back at Avery and wondered how long it would be before the man woke up.

[Rhindeer]

It was a few more hours before Avery, who usually woke at dawn, stirred. He usually didn't sleep so late, but after last night...

Well, he could have slept a lot later, but his inner clock wouldn't let him.

With a soft groan, he cracked his eyes open and squinted against the light. It wasn't too bright since his curtains were closed, but compared to the pitch black of sleep, it was a little painful. He reached up and rubbed the sleep out his eyes, yawned, stretched--and winced when he moved to sit up. Erk. Ow. Sore.

He'd admit it had been a while since he'd had to, ah, bend that way. And Cyma had not been satisfied with just one round, so there went his sleep. It hadn't been bad, though, and Avery hadn't had to fake a thing, so props to Cyma for that. It had been fun, he'd gotten a good chunk of coin--but oh gods was he going to be out of business for a good day or so now. No matter what precautions were taken, there was still only so much his body could take--and that was not an issue that Elon could help him with, nor one he'd let her help with even if she could.

Oh right, speaking of his patron...

Avery glanced over to his right at Cyma and eyed him, eyes squinted and bleary, hair disheveled (he was not looking forward to grooming it), with dark circles under his eyes. Huh. A lot of the time they left when they were through, and Avery preferred it that way. Last night (or this morning, who knows) Avery had passed out as soon as it was over and couldn't have cared less what Cyma did after.

Now, he felt a little annoyed to find him still there--mainly because he knew he probably looked dreadful, and because he wanted some time to himself that his job was fulfilled. There was always a lot of distance between the client and himself, and Avery liked it that way.

He didn't let any of that show on his face, though. The only thing that showed was exhaustion. Sitting up in bed, sore muscles protesting, he pushed strands of tangled hair out of his face and cracked a weary smile. "Good morning," he said, and covered his mouth to yawn. Then he grimaced. Blech, his breath was rank. Oh, forget his breath, he felt gross and filthy all over, sticky and smelly, he was sure. "Ugh...I need a bath."

This was awkward, which was strange considering what they had done. But he never knew what to say after the fact. Pillow talk and sweet nothings just weren't his strong point. He could fake a lot of things, but that wasn't one of them.

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Cyma was in the process of getting dressed. He'd stuck around a little longer then he originally planned on. It didn't really matter though, since he had his dark tinted glasses with him, so that the daylight wouldn't bother him as badly. He'd go back to where he'd left his other things within the hollowed out space he'd made deep underground.

He was planning out what he had to do before sleeping the rest of the day away when Avery woke up. He was deffinately going to have to stop by this brothel again before he left town. "Good morning. I hope I didn't wake you."

He was currently fastening all the belts and straps for the different weapon holsters he had, those which were visable and those that weren't. Cyma mostly carried smaller weapons such as daggers and smoke bombs. Anything that was easily concealable. He never ventured anywhere without being armed. Years of war had driven this habit into him, then the added years of living in the wild reinforced it to the point there was no turning away from it.

[Rhindeer]

"Mm, no. I wake up around this time anyway," Avery said with a smile, watching Cyma dress. Why are you still here? Annoying. Now he had to wait for him to leave and keep playing the part of the host before he could have his 'me' time for the rest of the day and be as selfish as he wanted. How he loved his 'me' time. Maybe he'd head out into town if he could walk without waddling, dammit--but it was worth it for the money. No regrets. He'd do it again for the same sum and--

Holy mother of...

He had a lot of weapons.

Why hadn't he seen all those yesterday?

Avery stared openly, suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. Sure he practiced swordplay for recreation, but it was a fake sword; he never dealt with real weapons and didn't want to. A man that carried that much on them, though? They didn't do that unless they knew how to use them--and had a need to use them.

What kind of man had he just slept with? A criminal? An assassin?

He kept his mouth shut and averted his eyes.

"Well, uh...I had a great night," he said, filling in the awkward silence with the same empty words he told every client. "I hope I pleased you."

[shinigamikitsune]

By the time Cyma finished placing his weapons in their rightful spots, a person couldn't tell that he was carrying any of them. He could tell that the younger man suddenly became uneasy when he saw the weapons he had.

Cyma couldn't help but laugh. "Whatever you're thinking about why I carry all of these was probably true at some point during my life." He slipped his bag back over his shoulder. "However I've calmed my ways from my younger years, and am only a bounty hunter now."

He paused and frowned when he heard those empty words leave Avery's lips. "I thought I had asked you not to say things that you didn't mean." He moved over to sit on the edge of the bed and take Avery's face in both his hands. He leaned in to kiss the younger man, not really caring too much about morning breath at the moment, though his own had a minty freshness to it. Ah the wonders of mint leaves.

[Rhindeer]

Yiiiikes.

No, Avery, don't think too hard on it. It wasn't his place to ask about a client's life or know their history--unless it was potentially dangerous to him or someone else. Bounty hunter, huh? Avery opened his mouth to ask what exactly that was, if he hunted humans or animals, but Cyma sat down on the edge of the bed and kissed him, and Avery kissed him back out of reflex. It was an automatic response at this point, full of passion but no less habitual. He gripped onto Cyma's shoulders and pulled him closer as he slipped his tongue into the other man's mouth. Give him a little something to remember him by and hope he came back for another round, because damn he paid good.

Sure helped that his breath didn't reek.

And he wasn't bad in bed, either. He was sore, sure, but it had been enjoyable. He couldn't say that for all of his clients, and he sure couldn't say that any of them paid like he did--well above his running fee.

He broke the kiss and gave him a sly smile. "What didn't I mean? I do hope you had a good time."

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Cyma grinned and licked his lips after the kiss. He would definately remember to come back and see Avery again.

He lifted a hand to lightly pat Avery's cheek, "Empty words, Dove." He was certain that the other would know what he meant.

With another little kiss on the cheek, Cyma then rose from the bed and finished gathering his stuff. "I'm going to be in town for about a week, so you'll probably see me another night or two before then." Cyma wasn't cruel enough to keep coming back night after night. Avery did need some down time to recover after all.

"Now I should go find that damned Furball." He shook his head, then grinned back at Avery. "Take care of yourself, Dove."