[open]

[sadico]

Characters: Ignacio & you
Summary: Various scenarios with various peoples! Starters will be in the comments, but you're welcome to write your own if you'd like to hang out with the vamp.
Date(s): Yes, you guessed it, "various".
Warnings/Notes: Biting, blood-play, sex, language.

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[sadico]

[ The youngling's reaction was amusing, yet there was a part of him that was deeply annoyed. In his kingdom the young were raised with far more respect for their elders, keenly aware of the law of the land which demanded they stay smart and safe. This one led a chaotic life, so unlike how he would raise a fledge- but this was Rafa's decision and Ignacio had no desire to question it. ]

Your sire, yes. Even if I was not courting him, I would still ask out of respect. I understand that you may not have the same protocol in your family, but it is mine.

[ A slight smirk began to play at his lips. ] Do you not believe me worth the wait?

[pillz]

The wait ruins the fucking mood a little bit, don't you think? [kavinsky says, curling his lip.] Especially when I'm being handled like I'm four fucking years old.

[he slaps the steering wheel. but then he also releases his seatbelt, his gaunt face deeply unimpressed.] Whatever, man. Okay. [his deep unimpressedness is actually edged a little bit with amusement. kavinsky isn't very good at irony, but he compulsively has to add a thick layer of polish (or hairgel) to anything, even at his most sincere. in his deepest throes of angst, he'd stood on a car in the middle of a party and brought a monster onto himself.]

Come on. Get in this seat. You don't gotta ask Rafa's permission to learn how to drive, do you?

[sadico]

The wait builds the anticipation and pressure, similar to an orgasm one is constantly staving off.

[ His chuckle was low, his eyes not even flicking in the direction of where the boy slapped his car like a babe throwing a fit. The lack of discipline was unacceptable, but Ignacio did nothing about it.

With ease, he lifted the youth from his seat and brought him into his lap. Their faces were inches away, his gaze intense but severe, then he rotated so that he could place him into his seat while moving into the driver's side. He settled in his seat as if that dance he just performed was second-nature to him, one hand set confidently on the wheel. ]

I do not need permission to do anything.

[pillz]

[shunted around like a -- baby? a doll. a surprisingly manageable baby car seat. one minute he's in the driver's seat. the next, they've switched, and he's watching ignacio move himself over as meticulously as a praying mantis picking a different angle to hunt from on a branch. mostly, kavinsky's surprised that he wasn't himself brained against the ceiling of the car at some point during the move.]

So what does that make this shit with Raf? [his eyebrows go up on his face.] Some kind of BDSM harem law?

[he laughs like a hyena, a short bark, nearly bitter in the dark. he cranks the lever on the side of his chair, forcing the back down so he can sulk relax.]

[sadico]

Respect, nothing more and nothing less.

[ Ignacio said as if it were the simplest thing in the world, something that everyone understood. ]

Have you no experience with such things, sweetling? Perhaps I can teach it to you as you teach me to drive.

[pillz]

If you're gonna take my pants off and spank me real hard, I need you to know, that ain't my kink, [says kavinsky, who is definitely kind of lying about that. it's a little his kink. not maximum, but-- a lot.] But that's fine. You just focus on learning how to drive, baby. Aretha Franklin can chime in later.

[he leans over and taps ignacio's thigh. the instructions then are short and sweet and interspersed with a lot of fucks. turn on the car, release the clutch, throw in a little gas. wheel turn. kavinsky leans nearer than he has to in order to deliver the instructions, his lips big and dewy, hovering off the corner of the older vampire's shoulder. it is perhaps, not entirely respectful, his voice with a cadence like oil churning through pipes.]

[sadico]

It is not?

[ He replied in a way that implied that he thought that Kavinsky was telling him a fib. Something about the young one's entire manner screamed 'spank me', so he would be very much surprised if that assertion was actually true.

Driving was simple enough, a matter of coordination which he had in spades from his many centuries of sailing. He had driven a few miles before he parked, unceremoniously grabbed the back of the boy's neck and dragged him over his knees. The position pressed the little vamp's cheek up against the door but Ignacio was heedless of that as his hand set on his backside, not with violent intent- yet. ]

Tell me, [ he began calmly, his grip supernaturally powerful to keep Kavinsky in check. ] do you enjoy pushing boundaries? Do you ever plan for what the consequences of that would be, or will any result do?

[pillz]

[kavinsky's surprised when he's abruptly hauled back over between the car seats, but he doesn't scream, flail, start to lash out. he had always been eerily adept at tolerating surprise violence by tall, dark-haired men, though admittedly having a layer of cocaine between himself and the violence used to make it a little easier to play it sociopathically cool.

he twists his head slightly, cutting a glance back over his shoulder. it's an angle that'd probably sprain the neck of an ordinary person, but for all that he's stuck in a compromising position, he's still a vampire.]

Boundaries is made for pushing, [says the most qualified (;;) source in the multiverse. he does not smile like a cat over a pan of milk. he 'smiles' like a cat that's currently engaged in the feline process of erasing a mistake from the space-time continuum behind a rigidly cautious facade of indifference, eyes hooded and back tense.]

[sadico]

Push push push, [ he said, his voice low and his tone almost sing-song. ] you crave the consequences, regardless of what they are. [ It was less of an assertion and more of a confirmation to himself. He briefly drummed his fingers on the young one's backside, a playful and light motion before he pulled him back up to return him to his seat. ]

It must be fun, yes? [ He asked as he resumed their journey, a hint of a smirk on his otherwise neutral expression. ] To be so young, so free. But is it satisfying? Do you have what you want?