A Night Of Temptation | Cw/Tw

Nicolas sat in a chair in the corner of the big room, while lights where flashing and people danced their hearts out. Some was drunk as shit and others were high on drugs. Nicolas was both. He looked up at the ceiling as he just sat there in his dapper clothing, beautiful styled suit, with a dress shirt in matching black underneath the blaizer. He looked down at the rather tight pants, where it was clear to see, just how horny he was getting, from a guy sitting on one of his legs, while the guy poured liquid into his mouth from time to time. He smiled a little, before licking his lips, with his tongue that smelled of clean tequila. He slowly sat more up, before taking a grib around the guy´s hair in the back, before looking closely at him, before pushing him away, as he stood up, seeing the world in front of him bathed in light.

He walked with steady steps outside, before finding a pack of cigaretts in the back of his pocket, before it found its way to his lips, rolling it in the corner of his mouth, before he found the lighter and lit it up and inhaled. It felt so good, the smoke filling his throat, before his lunges, while the night wind glided through the night, as he just stood and enjoyed it. It wasnt always that he was this lucky, to be out alone and about.. which made him think for a second.. if he should find some poor fool, and fuck his brains out, but then again.. he was getting rather tired of all the struggle and the running and the complaining, in the end.. they all wanted to fuck him, when he was done with them. He took another inhale, before he exhaled again. A smile slowly beginning to show over his lips, as he thought he saw someone quite.. alluring to his eyes.

Nicholas was for once out and about again. He'd been lounging about Seth's place for like a week by now, eating, drinking, smoking and taking whatever the fuck he wanted while he was there - as long as he was by Seth's side when it was requested, he could do pretty much whatever he wanted when Seth didn't deem it necessary for him to have Nicholas with him. Sure, maybe others would see it as a completely unhealthy relationship - but then again, Nicholas had always been quite weird, and Seth was his mate - so he literally couldn't just go from him, anyway. And the dude was strong as all fuck, so actually, it was pretty good to have a guy like that appreciate him as much as he did - even if he did, most of the time, treat Nicholas more like a pet that was just convenient to keep around.

Either way, he was out on the town tonight, having downed an entire bottle of vodka from home, getting in some hits of acid, and he was smoking a few joints on his way from the packhouse to the nearest night club, too. Having done drugs and drinked for as many years as he had, combined with his body being pretty much as resilient as a regular incubus, he could mix pretty much whatever he wanted, in as big quantities as he wanted, and never risking getting even close to overdosing. Sure, he wasn't immune to side effects, but at least they wouldn't kill him.

So there he was, stepping in to The Snake, and heading directly for the bar as he so often did - ordering a glass of whatever was the strongest alcohol they had available, just wanting to drink it as straight as they would let him, which showed up to being on the rocks. Okay, fine, he'd drink it quicker than the ice would melt, anyway...

// Outfit