A warm kiss found its way to Salvatore's shoulder blade after his body tensed in protest. With Klaus' hands both being utilized to guide the young man, all his hands could do in way of reassurance was gently run his thumbs back and forth where he held his hips,

"Others have far more practice than you do. If you find it appealing, I should love to help you practice~ Everyone needs a good teacher."

Finally Salvatore was sat upon his lap. His hands slipped from his hips and ran down his thighs to his knees, running once over before back up and down the skin, aiming for the more tender mid to high flesh thereafter,

"Oh my, look at you sit here.. You have done so well, mon beau garçon. You fit perfectly around me." Klaus' warm lips touched his shoulder once again, holding his body against his open chest and caressing the young man's skin. Indeed he would get his moments of adjustment. Klaus was nowhere near that cruel. Unless asked of him. Instead he let his hands wander Salvatore's frame, focusing on his chest and stomach, as they sat so intimately.

"How do you feel? Emotional or physical, I shall take both. You sit here so nicely for me but it is not too much, yes? I feel your heartbeat against my chest."

“That tends to happen when you work with animals all day and don’t have powers to aid in your work.” Giving a small laugh he shrugged before pulling his hair back over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind it though if we could find a good time, new experiences would be nice after oh… Shit 110 years give or take?”

As soon as the soft cream colored robes split open and dropped the cowboy could feel his heart in his throat. Sure yes he prefered men and masculine bodies, but the thoughts that came to mind were far from sexual as he watched the fabric drop and the being saunter into the water. The hands that sculpted their form had taken their time and created something that had him starstruck. There were no words, just the parting of his lips as they descended. As the blush flooded his cheeks once more, spreading to the tip of his nose and out to the tips of ears, he cleared his throat and offered a hand.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I seemed to have left my manners with my clothes.” Jeremiah chuckled as he walked back a little ways, sinking himself deeper into the water once more but not going too far. “You’re um… you’re real pretty today if you don’t mind the compliment. Not that you ain’t every day-“

Scratching the back of his neck, his tail immediately went to wrap down his leg.

“Right heh, mind the fish they can get a little nippy sometimes. Seems they have gotten used to having someone in the water with them now and then.”

"Thanks. It was many weeks planning the decor and windows and everything. If I didn't have anything else, this whole building is a glorious reminder of her." The purple ghoul didn't change face but there was a slight somber shift in his black and orange eyes that was promptly brushed off as he charged forward with more words. He couldn't get sappy and emotional in front of some rando.

"I can't think of a single reason why you wouldn't be welcomed," he scoffed, not with malice, through a mouthful of watermelon, "and trust me, the high ups are definitely aware of your presence. Them and some. The only freak around here who managed to sneak by any of us was Perpetua being a dramatic dick."

"Yeah I been doing tattoos for a few decades now. I got one other artist in the studio who rents out from me. His name is Beetle. I did have another one but she moved to New Mexico," Tab shoulders offered a little shrug, "so I'm just waiting on another artist that catches my eye and puts in the work. I'm pretty selective with picking people out because I want a variety of work and a good atmosphere so people actually enjoy and get along with everybody. It's a nice safe third space."

"Friends is definitely a way to put it. More accurate to say he scooped me up though. Metaphorically. He couldn't actually pick me up. He gets the privilege of getting picked up in my nice car unless I'm mad at him or he fucks up like I have to pick him up from somewhere in the middle of the night. Then he gets picked up in my bright ass neon green jeep. He hates it." Tab snickered to himself at the thought of Terzo glaring at him or attempting to shield his face from any passersby when that neon brick rolled up. Sometimes the ghoul didn't even have to be mad or upset to pull up in the thing. Sometimes it was just a jeep day. After closing the now empty tupperware container and setting it aside, Tab cleaned backwards on the kitchen island on his elbows. If a Sister were to catch him he would be told off immediately and likely whacked with a spoon if the right Sister came along,

"The Papas are always busy with something, same with the Cardinals. All the band ghouls are getting a much earned vacation so unless some decided to take a little LOA then they're around here too. On top of the dozens of people and ghouls and shit around who make this place run, you're bound to find somebody to fuck around with."

"Well, if you want me to shut up~" His eyes followed the claws dragging up the part of his chest, exposed via the deep V left by the undone buttons. His chest was strong, quite hairy too. Monty was over all for that matter. His arms had a nice coating of brown hair and the tail that teased Raze had a trail that ran from his tail bone all the way down until it reached that thick bushel at the end. The rest of the hair however would have to be revealed by Raze if he really wanted to see it.

Monty stood tall over Raze with a slightly smug smile. He knew he was starting to be difficult with him standing and not getting to his knees obediently but hey, it's better when you have to work to put a man in his place, right?

I can’t do this… I can’t… he doesn’t want this really he is just mad that I keep disappearing each day. Salvatore’s mind began to buzz as his hands slipped towards his wasitband, palms meeting skin. Once this happens it can’t just be taken back, I can’t just snap my fingers and un-do it. He can’t just look at me in the same light once it gets changed.

His hands reached down gently as they come to the end of the V line’s, carefully running his thumb along his center. The Cardinal had no clue what he was actually working with aside from the practically ‘kendoll’ antomy he had seen when ever they had showered together. All he could assume was that it was… retractable— internal?

He’s going to think you are a fucking idiot for not figuring this out… you are supposed to be the experienced one — he already thinks you don’t want him. The thoughts continued to swirl as his right hand stayed in place, warm palm against his bare flesh. The left one ventured over to the inner thigh ever so slightly, massaging the tissue while being mindful to not venture too close to any of the scars that could upset him if touched. His tail tightened around the ghouls belly, pointed tip dancing along the center of his chest as if he were debating his actions. This is of course still the furthest he had touched him, would he still want to continue…? Salvatore’s fingertips continued to stroke the smooth flesh, tracing little hearts against his body as he rested his lips against his neck.

“Ciccino… if it feels like too much or like nothing is happening I won’t be offended… this is about you.” He murmured hoping maybe his touch would coax something to happen. Or maybe nothing would happen, it was always possible granted that might be a worse outcome.

With everything in the air, Rain can only hope that the worst of this is over. Even still, she knows this would not be a linear road to recovery. Not for Swiss alone and much less for their relationship. He’s glad they were able to talk in spite of it all. Happy that his packmate had been comfortable enough, trusting enough to share such harrowing information. He slowly stumbles towards the doorway, using the wall as a support and pausing a few times between strides. Not only due to physical ailment, but moreso, hesitance. Like she doesn’t want to leave but at the same time, knows there is not more to say. Nothing more to be done, at least not now. Plus, if his current complexion and composure say anything, it’s that he’s overdue for his post-tour medical exam and should be on her way to visit Everest before the doctor comes seeking him out herself.

Glancing over her shoulder at Swiss, the bassist’s eyes noticeably softened. In spite of everything, that was undoubtedly still Swiss. The very ghoul he had spent countless hours alongside over the years since their respective summonings. It only makes her chest ache worse, shoulders tensing up over again as he slumps against the doorway. The multi ghoul’s question earns a thoughtful expression, his mind racing for a cohesive answer that doesn’t seem to come. As much as she wants to blurt out yes, of course…he can’t. If there was one thing he valued over kindness, let it be honesty. Something he was working on being more often in spite of usually leaning in a direction which spared all feelings but his own.

“With time…I think so.” the water ghoul musters, looking away and reaching for the doorknob. “I think I should p-probably go…get medical attention.” twisting the knob, she can’t help but glance back once more - her expression nothing short of longing. “Take care, Swiss…I hope this time, we keep in touch.”

With that, Rain makes her departure. The door closes with care, so quietly you may not even notice if you hadn’t seen him exit. What exactly their future together held, the siren was not sure - though she still clung onto a hope that it would one day bring the same joy their bond once had.