Seasonal Shopping
The next season was just around the corner. Soon the ministry will be filled with very energetic ghouls and demons. Many already prepared for the month-long event. Others still gathering necessities and trying to find partners.
Though the seasons did not affect Voxir since he was human, he was well aware of what happens during this time. The necromancer would, for the first time, be participating. He had offered to the reaper, Grim, that he would help. Voxir was going to help for the first week and the last week of the month. The middle two weeks would be too much to handle for the inexperienced human. Grim would seek the help of the other ancient ghoul, Nacht for stronger desires.
Since Voxir was going to be aiding Grim and to get himself more comfortable with experimenting by himself, he and the reaper would be going to a adult shop to select items that could...be of use.
Voxir was anxious about leaving the grounds. He has not left these grounds and rarely ever left the French ministry grounds. Th outside world could be cruel when you appear different than the norm. It was why Voxir was nearly killed at birth had it not been for the mercy of the midwife.
Grim would be with him so hopefully he would be alright. Supposedly where this shop was located in was a district where strage and unusual people gathered. Perhaps it will not be so bad then?
The necromancer did no often wear casual clothing, but still had some should he need them. Of course still a long, black buttoned closed coat, black shirt underneath. Black leather pants, tall black leather boots with straps. His long white hair tied back in a loose hair tie. Black tinted glasses to protect his sensitive eyes, as well as prevent others from seeing his crimson eyes. Last but not least, the black lace parasol to block the powerful rays of the California sun.
He awaited the reaper by the entrance of the ministry. Voxir was early, but as was his nature to be.
“Vous avez un talent inné. C’est fascinant de te voir prendre sa bite si bien…” Grim murmured as those Crimson eyes looked up to him for comfort. His hand that was pulled to his waist slid up to his chest, resting over his heartbeat. He was probably the only one here with a normal heartbeat out of the three of them. Johnny’s was nonexistent and Grims was painfully slow that it concerned people. Dragging his claws down the pale flesh, he left stark pink lines that would stand out but certainly wouldn’t bleed.
“Listen to how beautifully he moans for you… for us.” He grins, watching Johnny as he finally shot his piercing blue gaze back towards them.
“Nur ich konnte so viel Glück haben, im Mittelpunkt der Aufmerksamkeit zu stehen. Verdammt, ich weiß nicht, wie lange ich noch durchhalte...” he was trying not to let his hips snap up into his rider, knowing how jarring it would be to suddenly take that impact. But everything was pulling his mind for a loop with the sensations and the thrill of ‘maybe getting caught’.
“Fuck… fuck me haha..ah” he whimpered, choking on a sweet moan as his head tilted back once more as Grim hit the sweet spot.
The reaper was having fun with this, leaning in, he locked lips with the necromancer. Working his jaw, he danced his tongue along side the necromancers, his hand that was on his chest pulled up and came to rest on his throat. In a split second the veil parted as his hand vanished into the other side, stroking his soul as he wrapped his lust across his finger tips.