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It was an average evening by Talon's standards. The tavern in the Old West's heart was full of people drinking and catching up after an arduous day, while horses whinnied outside in the stables. Without any other plans in mind, Talon was nursing a glass of whiskey as he overlooked the dancing folks, because for once? They weren't all enemies here, according to the rules of the tavern.
Gragas poured him another one, and Talon languidly stretched out on his seat. Like a predator which knew its prey wasn't a question of “if” but “when”. Despite being one of the feared demons of the prairie, Talon could control himself. For now.
Because all eyes were pinned to the tavern door as a handsome man strutted into the room like he owned the place. With long, fiery red hair blending into black as its length reached the back of his knees, bright amber eyes which glimmered like polished coins- and two golden horns atop his head. He was shirtless, revealing dark cinnabar marks running over his ashen flesh which darkened into black at his right, his left glittering like it was encased in raw amber. What he lacked as a top was severely compensated at the bottom, for his baggy black pants were topped with layers of golden belts and orange fabric which looked like flames and a golden chain on his left hip. The stranger’s boots were of similar coloring, rugged and split into two at the toes- presumably for hooves.
How interesting, a handsome devil in the literal sense, and he didn't even try to hide it.
That's when Talon knew he needed to have him, and he sharply glared at Evelynn across the room upon noticing that the demoness had similar intentions. Although surprised, the woman allowed it just once- it wasn't often that Talon took someone for himself, and she was fully intent on seeing through the tea.
Kayn strutted into the tavern with zero care or concern, plopping down on the stool next to Talon with an air of relief following him. Like a man that just got rid of his demons, finally free as a bird- well, even if the massive scythe strapped on his back spoke of something else. Talon observed the way the newcomer seemingly easily began chatting with Gragas, sweet-talking the bartender with full conviction. A couple people snickered in the background upon seeing the egregiously large farming tool strapped on Kayn’s back, despite that it was visibly sharpened to lethal perfection. Just drunks who didn’t know when to mind their own business, even if it threatened their lives by how Kayn’s smile froze on his face, threatening to be replaced by an ugly snarl if he wasn’t pacified by the Ol’ Caskbreaker handing him his drink. Still sulking, Kayn sipped his rum and coke, finally facing Talon whose eyes never once left him since Kayn stepped into the tavern. Similarly mismatched, Talon’s right eye glowed like hellfire, his left which bore a scar over it a very light grey.
Kayn liked it, very much so. He liked those short white locks which were mostly hidden under that wide hat, the dichotomy between the angelic and the devilish half. Just like his old self, before he fully bent Rhaast under his control.
“Hey there, fine fella! I couldn’t help but notice that you’re here all by your lonesome. Lemme change that, won’t ya?”
Kayn tried to shamelessly flirt, leaning on the bar with a cheeky grin that showcased his pristine, sharp teeth. Definitely a demon, and thus Talon could feel himself stirring with interest. What a pretty one, clearly dressed like royal descent in this dusty little town, not fearing the slightest that the demons dwelling the sands will devour him whole. But considering the way Kayn was being all cheeky? Seemed like he wouldn’t mind if Talon devoured him. So, after taking a small swig of his whiskey again, Talon finally replied, while his gaze scanned Kayn’s body up and down.
“Perhaps I was just waiting for someone worth my time. Someone exceptional, if you catch my drift. What’s your name? It’d be much better to put a name to such a pretty face.”
Talon mused, staring over his drink at Kayn. Hook, line and sinker, the pretty newcomer seemed to be quite flattered, and that just made Talon's alcohol-hazy head feel all the more content. Shamelessly flirting as the pleasant buzz of booze settled into his bones, blood thrumming in his veins as he watched Kayn’s lips pull into a cheeky smile, fangs on display. A challenge, if you will. Because Kayn was intrigued by the demon stained with angelic influence that sat beside him. So, he cocked his head to the side, seemingly pondering for a moment before replying.
“Oh? You’re a curious one. What, wanna know whose name you gotta moan tonight?”
Kayn teased, tentatively picking up his glass once again. If he was any mortal, Talon would’ve already choked on his drink, sputtering when the sexy bastard he eyed up happened to flirt back. Instead though, he snorted under his breath, raising his glass as if he was raising a toast.
“You’re quite fiery. That’s certainly a trait I happen to admire in a man. So then, don’t tell me, handsome stranger. I’ll find out either way what I can call you.”
With that, Talon downed the rest of his glass, flagging down the bartender for another refill. However, his peaceful glee wasn’t long-lasting, because people started to gather on the dancefloor since the evening’s main attraction - line dancing - began, and Kayn practically yanked Talon up by the hand to join.
“Maybe, if you’re lucky enough, you can find that out in due time.”
Kayn purred, quickly and seemingly effortlessly joining the formation. His eyes assessed their surroundings, always observing to keep up, while he even had the capacity to whisper filthy little comments into Talon’s ear, brushing up against him like a persistent, spoiled feline. Which he was, in a way. It was frying Talon’s nervous system, and so, he excused himself to the bathroom. Gotta freshen up, he said.
Dirty little liar.
Hiding out at the outhouse, Talon undid his belt with a quiet grunt. He was rock hard, and thankfully the handsome stranger who strung him along all evening, didn’t seem to notice. A blessing and a curse at the same time, Talon lamented while he tugged his glove off with his teeth. It’d be a shame if he soiled it while attending to his problem, especially since he already started to spiral down the rabbit hole of lust. Mismatched eyes closing as he bit down on his bandana tied around his neck, his calloused hand languidly starting to stroke his aching cock. Precum already started to bead at the tip as he rubbed his thumb along the underside, moaning into the fabric as he toyed with the slit. Filthy visions filled his head, of the attractive stranger who seemed to captivate his attention so easily. So quickly. Like he was a moth drawn to flame, all the things he wished he could do to that dangerous beauty making his precise, even strokes tremble and become even more haphazard.
He was close already.
A shame that he was such a quickshot, Talon wished that the fantasies stayed longer this time. That the brutality of post-nut clarity wouldn’t set in with all the shame that followed.
He nearly choked for real when he saw that familiar figure phase through the solid walls like it was as easy as breathing air, smirking as Talon yanked his pants up.
“You took too long, handsome. Need a helping hand?”
Talon was speechless. This surely must be a dream, there’s no way this beauty was offering to finish him off, right? But, not trusting that his luck would ever bring him such a chance again, Talon nodded. His voice was slightly gravelly, his throat dry after he was caught red-handed.
“I… Y-yeah. I’d like that, sugar.”
Talon nodded, clearing his throat in an attempt to not sound like a sheepish teenage boy. Kayn’s whole face lit up with giddy glee, and once again, he pressed up against Talon.
“Lovely. How about we take this somewhere else, hm? The stables should be empty, everyone is inside the tavern.”
Kayn eagerly offered, and Talon nodded in agreement. He was still fully bricked up, which thankfully wasn’t visible after he fixed his pants. But still, the sheer fact that the insufferably pretty demon who was once again dragging him away knew- it only fueled his arousal. For a moment, he didn't think about the possibility of not being enough. Talon saw plenty of demons who were hung like horses, and that fueled his own insecurity. Thick and short is not a very winning combo in most people’s books, so he didn't typically partake in hookups.
Yet, he indulged this one fierce beauty who didn’t seem to mind, the pair quietly scurrying past stalls till they reached the last one. Chewing on a carrot, was a massive angelic steed, its coat pristine white with a blue sheen. Wings with pure, snow white feathers were folded against its body, mane and tail neatly braided up. If the wings weren’t a glaringly obvious sign, the massive symmetrical horns atop its head certainly were.
“Don’t mind Rhaast. He’s just gonna munch on his carrots and mind his own business.”
Kayn assured, practically tossing Talon up onto one of the hay bales within the stall with relative ease.
“Foolish child, what are you doing? This wasn’t in the plan!”
Rhaast immediately protested through the mental link he and Kayn shared, but the Nightbringer brushed him off completely. Like hell was he going to listen to Rhaast when he had such a lovely little snack in front of him. So, Kayn swiftly climbed over Talon, his eyes letting off that haunting amber glow which didn’t deter Talon the slightest. They were both demons, so a little glow in the mostly dark stables was a welcome lighting. Shivers ran down his spine when Kayn began to pry off his pants once more, and the Nightbringer could finally see what he was working with.
Kayn giggled.
Talon wanted to die from the embarrassment. Like, genuinely. But before he could tug his pants up again, Kayn finally spoke, tracing his index finger along the length.
“It’s cute. Really cute.”
Talon practically committed system_error when Kayn kept touching him, a low whimper leaving his lips as Kayn wrapped his whole hand around his cock, lovingly humiliating him for his small size. Much to his own horror, Talon found himself very into it. The sultry whispers as Kayn played him like a perfect instrument, his lips pressed against Talon’s neck as he made sure that Talon watched as he was being played with.
“Oh baby, why are you so shy? You’re fun-sized. Just what I like to play with.”
Kayn cooed, lightly biting the flushed skin of Talon’s neck. He was feeling mean, so he firmly pressed his thumb over the head of Talon’s cock, his grip firm around the base. Oh no, he was not letting the other demon succumb to pleasure just yet, making sure Talon teetered on the brink of an orgasm the whole time. It was more entertaining that way, watching as overstimulation set in and rendered the cool and composed blademaster a whimpering mess. A beautiful sight and music to Kayn’s ears, who held Talon close through the whole ordeal. His hand’s movements were in perfect rhythm to keep Talon from achieving completion too fast, his strokes slow and languid while Kayn proceeded to slide his other hand beneath Talon’s shirt in order to fondle those delightful pectorals.
Only when Talon was turned into a babbling, whimpering mess, did Kayn adjust his stance. At first, he leaned close to Talon’s pointed ear, whispering his name. Because Kayn, being the cocky bastard he was, wanted to hear Talon moan his name.
“The name’s Kayn, pretty thing. I know you wanna wail out for the world to hear who’s making you feel this good.”
That was the last thing Kayn said before he got on his knees between Talon’s legs, letting go of the utterly flustered demon’s cock for a moment. The response? An undignified, high-pitched keen of pure, animalistic need. It made Kayn’s chest puff up with pride, looking at the disheveled cowboy mewling for his touch. So, Kayn decided that he wouldn’t be that mean. He pressed a small smooch on the tip before his inhumanly long tongue darted out, wrapping around Talon’s cock. He took the entire thing in one go, suckling lightly and mostly using his tongue to ensure his sharp fangs caused no harm. Talon practically mewled as he threw his head back when Kayn began fondling his balls, his fingers running through Kayn’s silky locks before firmly gripping his hair. Oh, this must be what remained of the collapsed Heavens, because Talon never felt bliss of this level before.
“Oh fffuck, Kayn I’m-”
Talon writhed, bucking his hips into Kayn’s mouth, watching with hooded eyes as the gorgeous Nightbringer sucked harder to tip him over the edge finally. A low hum that vibrated through Talon’s loins, and he hit his hardest orgasm of his life, eyes rolling back in his skull as he fell back onto the hay bale. Kayn swallowed after some thought, licking his lips like the cat that got the cream. Resting on his elbow now, he brushed the bangs clinging to Talon’s forehead aside, helpfully fixing up his pants. Poor thing was completely out of it, and Kayn was amused by the fact that he could make a man cum so hard that he ended up passing out. Absolute bragging rights. Rhaast too, turned back towards the pair, letting out a huff before speaking in Kayn’s mind again.
“Are you done? You are incorrigible, Shieda. Right in front of my salad too.”
Rhaast grumbled, but Kayn only laughed at it. He was still riding his own high, feeling cozy and content as he snagged Talon’s hat while laying back on the soft hay to relax.
“You are a filthy voyeur and you know it. I think I’ll be keeping this one though. I’m seeing the fantasy in him.”
Kayn noted, propping up his feet as he relaxed, deciding to leave every consequence of tonight for tomorrow’s Kayn. He deserved this reward.