[C][M] Pure Tiger, Doll-Face

Dario leaned back comfortably in his favourite of the large couches around the room.

Leaned against the backrest of the couch, chatting idly with Dario was a muscular - and completely naked - Turkish man. He grinned at something Dario had said and input his own comment that the human laughed at in return.

"Planning on trying to get up on stage tonight?" Demir asked as a change of subject.

Dario shrugged. "I'll probably be doing floor duty with Silt."

The Shifter hummed. "Silt... that newbie with the white hair and sick mods? You've got to introduce us," Demir purred with a little grin. He would definitely like to get to know that sweet piece of ass better.

Silt gave a shiver as he walked through the doors of the club, he couldn't wait for summer, he was getting sick of feel sluggish when he got to work.

The Demon walked through the building, the way he held himself and the way he moved didn't make him appear like a submissive man, while it was true that he had a charm about him he also seemed to be more dominant. That, of course, changed when he was in the presence of a real dominant.

He strode down the back, his eyes landing on Dario instantly, the human was always warm and got his blood flowing again.

Without a word he walked up and placed himself in the man's lap.

"I'm cold."

He muttered as he lay up against Dario's chest.

"I'll think about it. He's not like anyone you're used to-oof."

Dario's gaze turned down to his lap then back up to Demir.

His hand curled in the Demon's hair and yanked him upwards so he was dangling by his hair, not quite sitting in his lap.

"Did I give you permission to sit there?" Dario asked in a soft voice as he continued to hold the Demon in place.

"Well?"

Silt hissed loudly as he was yanked up, his hands moving to grip the roots of his hair to prevent it from being torn out.

The Demon struggled for a moment but stilled when Dario spoke.

He had already started the night off badly by pissing the man off, he hadn't meant to, the human knew well enough that he needed heat.

"No."
He whined as he writhed in the man's grasp.

"No you didn't."

"No, I didn't," the human repeated.

His fingers slid out of Silt's hair and the Demon fell into his lap again.

"When you're warm enough I want you on your knees." His attention turned back to Demir after that as if Silt hadn't just dumped himself in his lap.

"What's your night looking like?"

The Shifter shrugged. "Same as yours with a lot more women." Women were intimidated by Dario; not so much by Demir. He got a lot of attention when he was out on the floor.

Silt recoiled a little as he was dumped in Dario's lap. He gave a soft sigh before leaning in against him again, if he was going to be punished soon he at least wanted to be warm for it.

"Sorry, Dario."

He muttered, knowing it would do little good to help him now, he had asked for it tonight.

Dario didn't respond verbally to the Demon.

But his hand did raise to pat the top of Silt's head gently between his horns.

Silt's need for heat was the only reason that he wasn't getting a true punishment for this. Dario wasn't an overly cruel person. Silt needed the heat so he'd allow him to have it.

He just didn't want the Demon to think that he'd be allowed to throw himself into his lap whenever he wanted.

"Luck you," Dario murmured dryly.

Demir gave a crooked smirk in return. They had the same opinion on women: no thanks.

Silt let his eyes slide shut and he nestled in against the man, having Dario pet him made him feel a little better, at least he wasn't going to get cruelly punished for it, he wanted to be able to walk out of the club tonight.

He looked sleepy as he cuddled in against the man, leaching Dario's heat was a wonderful thing.

The Demon gave a soft purr as his body began to warm, his blood flowing more readily.

"Putting off going out as much as I can," Demir grumbled.

He ran a hand through his short dark hair, messing it up a little. "I really hate floor duty. It's one thing to dance for all these horny women, another to actually have to serve them."

He didn't like working here but it bought in that little bit extra needed to tie up loose ends and pay the bills.

"I can agree with you on that one. But you know what Head Bitch says," Dario responded.

"Just grin and bear it," they both droned as they rolled their eyes.

Silt rubbed his eyes as he woke properly.

A small cheeky grinned passed his lips, he was in a playful mood today and even if he rubbed Dario up the wrong way he felt like messing around.

"Thank you, utrem aquae calidae."

With that he pressed a kiss to the man's neck, nipping it softly before pushing himself out of the man's lap and stretching his limbs as he padded away to get dressed.

Dario's eyes flickered up when Silt pushed himself to his feet.

He arched a brow when he began to walk off. Not a chance.

The man leaned forwards, hand curling around the Demon's tail and holding it firmly.

"I ordered you to your knees."

Demir winced as Dario grabbed the Demon's tail, hand moving to press against his own lower back. Having your tail pulled hurt.

Silt had been obedient lately and Dario had been passive, he wanted to see some of the man's force being used.

The Demon gave a growl as his tail was gripped his eyes casting over his shoulder to stare at Dario.

A wide smirk curled at his lips as his tail wrapped itself around the man's wrist, snaking up his arm in a highly serpent manner.

With his superior strength he yanked Dario up onto his feet.

"Make me."

He replied, it may have seemed like petty defiance to most, but in reality it was a disguised plea to be dominated.

When he was yanked up to his feet, the human gave a dark grin.

Silt wanted to play this game, did he?

His hand grasped the Demon's hair, pulling him close. He leaned down, his lips brushing the Demon's gently.

"When I give orders, I expect them to be followed," he breathed.

He yanked Silt along as he walked backwards, sitting down on the couch and dragging Silt down, too.

He forced the Demon to lay over his lap.

Silt purred darkly as Dario grinned and pulled him close, he liked seeing the dangerous side of Dario.

The Demon gave a threatening growl, the noise not sounding at all human as he was pulled over Dario's lap.

He didn't know what the man would do to him, it was that lack of knowledge that he loved, he wanted to be surprised.

His hand constricted roughly around Silt's throat when he growled at him.

His other hand yanked down Silt's jeans over his hips so his backside was in plain view.

He gave each cheek a rough slap that left his hand burning.

Demir's lips pulled into a little grin. What a sight. He was glad he'd decided to strike up conversation with Dario tonight. He hoped he got to see more of this in the future.

Silt growls got louder as Dario's hand wrapped around his throat, trying to pull free of his grasp.

The noise finally died down when he started to find it hard to breath, the breaths he did take were struggled and small.

The Demon's body jerked as he was struck, the hiss he would have made was silenced by the sound of choking as he ran low of air.

His gaze darkened with lust as his backside burned, it hurt but that stinging always left him hard.

"Do not growl at me and do not ignore my orders."

He gave the Demon's backside another couple of firm swats.

He wasn't going to let Silt get away with whatever he wanted. He was training Silt to be a good little submissive. He'd gone through Hell to get Silt to submit to him the first time; he wasn't going to let that control slip.

Dario's hand loosened up a little on the Demon's throat as he stroked his backside gently.

The Demon's skin was red and hot to the touch. He was sure the man was feeling the burn quite well.

Silt took a large breath when the hand around his throat loosened. The Demon panted, his body laying limp in Dario's lap.

His backside felt like it was on fire and he was light headed from the lack of air. He wouldn't fight back now, his desire to be put in his place had been sated.

His surrender was evident as the way he held himself change, when he had been forced down he looked dominant, now his body seemed perfectly submissive, his tail even tucking itself between his legs.

Dario pushed Silt's body out of his lap.

"On your knees," he ordered in a firm voice.

His gaze turned up to the Shifter still leaning against the couch. "Want to share him? I think he should work to gain back my favour."

Demir grinned and vaulted over the couch, settling down next to Dario. His naked body betrayed how much he'd enjoyed watching that little scene. He would definitely share Silt.

Silt fell to the floor and simply panted softly, looking up at Dario heatedly as he pushed himself onto his knees, his hand reaching up to stroke his throat softly.

The Demon's gaze turned up to this new man, he had seen him working around the club but had never spoken to him before.

He didn't protest the man joining in his punishment, he wasn't bad looking at all and any objections now would just piss off Dario.

Dario made himself comfortable on the couch, spreading his legs for Silt to move between them.

"Make sure Demir's satisfied while you suck me."

Silt would pleasure the two of them well.

If he did a less than pleasing job, Dario would not be happy.

Silt's tongue ran over his lips as he moved between Dario's legs, this was something he had become accustomed to see each night, Dario was fond of being sucked off before work started.

He leaned forward, grasping the hem of Dario's thong with his teeth and dragging it back until the man's arousal was free.

The Demon's lips parted as his pointed tongue lapped out over the man's tip, rubbing up against his slit before he took the man into his mouth.

His hand reached over to the second man, pushing between his thighs and stroking the soft flesh before grasping his arousal firmly.

Dario found that making Silt submit to him before they started work every day ensured that he'd be submissive at least once on days they had work together; which was most days.

Usually the two of them spent more time together during the night; taking moments to hide away from prying eyes.

Dario was certain that would happen a lot tonight.

Demir's hips rocked upwards slightly as Silt's hand curled around his arousal and began stroking him.

His little rebellion had ended as quickly as it had started, Dario wasn't letting him get away with anything right now.

The Demon started to take the man deep, his nose brushing against Dario's pelvis with each bob, his throat was well trained at taking Dario's length by this point.

His hand gave Demir a firm squeeze, dragging his nails up the man's length before stroking him again, his finger staying on the tip of his arousal, rubbing against it and probing his slit teasingly.

Dario's hand moved to fist in Silt's hair, holding it tightly as his hips rocked upwards into his mouth.

This was a common occurrence. He and Silt did this every night without fail.

Demir, however, hadn't had the pleasure of Silt's submission before. The Demon was hot and Demir was a little excited for this experience.

The Turkish man groaned softly, hips rocking upwards as Silt's finger teased at his head.