November Catch-All

[lordoftheozarks]

Who: Lord Erik Osborne & You
What: Open post for November shenanigans
When: Thru Nov
Where: All over town
Warnings: General vampire warnings that blood drinking is always possible for discussion/depiction, NSFW warning in some of these because he is, you know, the town whore, discussion of death. Will warn as needed.


Well, I don't know where they come from
The morning after his demise at the hands of Chris, during that carnival duel to the death, Erik finds himself sprawled out in the alley behind the Oak & Iron looking for all the world like a drunkard in a gutter. And, ew, why is he wet?

"Ugh," he groans as something steps on his chest. Something... alive? "A-ah," he sits up lightening fast, causing the cat that was treading on his chest to yowl at him indignantly as if he's being the rude one.

It isn't just one cat, either. There's a whole mob of them. They are rubbing up against him now, standing up on his legs and headbutting his back, meowing insistently like they are expecting something from him.

"What do you want?" he asks them, annoyed. "I don't have anything for you to eat."


But they sure do come
These cats are relentless. He's walking back to his home now looking like the pied piper with a parade of loudly meowing cats following behind. No matter what he tries to do to shoo them away, they just won't leave.

"I already told you, I don't have any food!" he practically pleads to them. "Just leave me alone!"


I hope they're comin' for me
A new notice goes up on the bulletin board:

Seeking:
Someone to help test the sturdiness of my new writing desk. Open to all comers, but especially certain newspaper employees who know the value of a good, hard endorsement. Call on me at any time.

Your Premier Whore,
Lord Erik Osborne.

Wildcard
Hit me up with anything at all. I love surprises.

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[lasthumanvoice]

When Cecil finally wrests his lips from Erik's, it's with a desperate gasp and a moment of soft panting, before he dives in again, as if he hadn't learned anything at all from that experience. And maybe he hadn't.

[lordoftheozarks]

Erik expels a laugh against Cecil's lips as he comes right back in for a second helping. Nothing as trivial as lightheadedness can stamp out this intrepid radio host's enthusiasm, clearly.

Erik tugs Cecil's shirt tails out and slides his cool fingers down the inside of the man's trousers, cupping his rear and squeezing possessively. He'll go as fast or as slow as Cecil wants, but this makes it clear he's ready to take so much more than just his mouth.

[lasthumanvoice]

There is a gasp when Erik squeezes, and Cecil shifts on the desk slightly as he finds the fit of his pants to be a bit less comfortable than it was a moment ago. Too tight, too tight.

"I've been anticipating this. In the good way, not like a visit to the dentist or an employee review."

[lordoftheozarks]

He can't help a snicker as Cecil feels the need to clarify that it's the good kind of appointment. "I've been looking forward to this as well."

Hm, yes, these pants really are too tight. Allow him to fix that, by slowly undoing Cecil's fly and then beginning to shift them down off his hips.

[lasthumanvoice]

Cecil wiggles, trying to shimmy out of the pants helpfully. There is nothing dignified about the motion--which is okay, when did he ever need dignity? He is wearing some local form of underwear, but he won't be for long, so let's not linger on that.

"I like hearing you laugh, you know. I want to make you do that more, even if that's not the point of this visit."