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The lake is an ancient place, dark and deep. Apparently it's some sort of tourist destination now, and Jade can see little vacation homes dotting the edge of the lake, pale smudges against the darkening twilight.

What does Heine thinks of these trespasses to his territory, he wonders? Does he resent these humans and their entrepreneurship, their never-ending desire to expand and tame every bit of wilderness they lay eyes on? Or does he see it as an opportunity - a veritable feast for that black lake of his?

Whatever the case, Jade is of the opinion that Heine has more than enough mortals to amuse himself with. He walks slowly along the lakeside, breathing in the clean, sweet air as the evening deepens around him. Heine must know he's here, but he hasn't shown himself yet; he seems determined to continue making a nuisance out of himself.

It's not until dusk falls that Jade finally speaks out. "It's not polite to leave a guest waiting, you know."

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Eager, isn't he? Jonathan allows Heine to have his way for the moment, but soon enough he's gently (but firmly) trying to reverse their positions.

"Steady," he says, broad palms pressed against Heine's hips. "There's no rush."

He doesn't care if Jade sees. Why not just invite him to join in?

Stubborn mortal. Heine huffs, then finally sits up and lies back on the bed. He figures this shouldn't take long.

"But what if I want you now?" he asks. He starts to spread his legs, trailing his fingers up Jonathan's sides and arching up beneath him.

"Then," he settles on top of Heine, ignoring his enticing little movements, "you can learn to be patient."

He touches Heine's collar again, a quiet reminder: Heine is meant to be his pet right now.

He doesn't want to be patient at all. Heine presses his hands against Jonathan's sides, then digs his nails in lightly. He can't ask for anything, because if Jonathan gives it to him, he'll owe him for it.

It's been a long time since he's had to take such an active role in luring a mortal. Heine sighs internally and refocuses himself on Jonathan, ceasing his movements to just stare up at him. Patience. He can fake that.

Good boy. It's so easy to lose himself in Heine's pretty red eyes, but Jonathan focuses as well, blinking slowly to clear his thoughts. Now, what does he want to do with Heine...?

"Would you do anything I ask of you?" He asks slowly, his eyes never leaving Heine's.

Heine continues to stare into his eyes, slowly licking his lips.

"Anything?" He hums. "Do you like me?" he asks. No longer using his hands, he pushes his hips up against Jonathan again, but more slowly.

"I do," he answers honestly, not stopping Heine this time. His piercing gaze never leaves Heine. "You're wonderful, Heine. You're unlike anyone I've met before."

Of course he isn't, Heine thinks. He resists the urge to roll his eyes. Instead he moves his hips up against Jonathan again before pulling him down for another deep kiss.

Jonathan doesn't object this time either. Leisurely, he grinds his hips against Heine's, humming into the kiss. It doesn't take long at all for him to demand more, his hand cradling the back of Heine's head as he deepens their kiss even further, tongue pushing demandingly into Heine's mouth.

Heine hums against his lips, then opens his mouth and moans softly for Jonathan's benefit. He doesn't really mind this, but it isn't that fun either. He presses his hands lightly to the man's sides and rubs his hips firmly up against his cock.

Drawing back, Heine licks his lips. "I can let you fuck me," he murmurs. He needs agreement, an implied promise of a gift granted.

Tricky, tricky. One has to watch his step around these men that are not truly men.

"I would like that very much, Heine," he says, careful not to agree nor disagree. "But not if you feel obliged to. I want you to want this as much as I do."

Disappointed and trying not to let it show, Heine hums vaguely. He stops touching him so much and drops his hands, kissing Jonathan quickly on the mouth before dropping back down.

"Jade has lubricant in the second-lowest drawer." He'd dug around enough while Jade was gone to find his things.

He's won this one, he thinks, or at least he's talked Heine into a draw. Good enough for now.

"All right." He reaches for the drawer, momentarily freeing Heine from his gaze. Almost as an afterthought, he adds: "It would be nice to have you without."

He wants Heine to bleed.

Without? To hurt him? Heine blinks slowly and cants his head to the side, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"That's special."

"Mm." His eyes are fixated on that red flash of Heine's tongue. "It is... But I notice that you don't seem repulsed by the thought."

"I can do what you want." Heine brings a hand up to touch the side of Jonathan's face, his hand cool and soft. Without saying another word he rolls his hips up against him again, eyes falling shut as if in pleasure.

Another trap? He steadies Heine in his lap, but makes no move to take what he wants.

"But what do you want, Heine? I'm not looking for you to do me a favour. I'd like us to enjoy this as equals."

No. He wants to take and dominate. But he is not constrained by the truth like these creatures are. So why not speak honeyed words instead?

Outright refusing favors will make this very difficult. Heine looks into Jonathan's eyes for a few seconds, eyelids lowered.

"I don't want to do that," he finally replies. "Do you really want to..?"

"I do," he hums. "A shame. I can hardly force you into it."

He'll have to settle for something else, won't he? It's dangerous to let this creature have any hold over him. Of course, if he were to persuade Heine into offering a gift freely given...

Jonathan can't force him into anything, but he can pull boundaries tight through words and promises until he's backed into a figurative corner.

It's a game that the fae have played for centuries. Heine's skills in it are less than ideal, though. For a few seconds he says nothing.

"Would you like something else?" he asks, voice low before he kisses him again briefly on the lips. "I could give it to you."

He's getting desperate, isn't he? Eichel kisses him back, tasting that strange coolness of Heine's mouth and lips. "I think you would look lovely with a gag in your mouth," he tells him, pulling away with a smile. "But no. I won't ask you to give anything to me. Please do what you like, Heine. I want to see you enjoy yourself."

He simply kisses him again, waiting for Heine to take the lead. It seems...safer. He needs some time to study these creatures and their ways.

If he isn't asking for anything, it'll be difficult for Heine to get him that way. With that in mind he kisses Jonathan again.

Finally he changes tack. Going for the drawer, Heine returns with the lube and squeezes some out onto his hand. "You can come inside of me," he says quietly. "When Jade comes back. he'll know."

Jonathan huffs out a soft breath of laughter, taking that bottle of lube from Heine and setting it to the side for now. Is Heine planning to open himself up for him? He won't mind a show.

"Do you want Jade to know?" He asks innocently.

"Jade will find out," Heine replies. "I want him to be angry."

Because Heine can never resist making trouble for someone he doesn't like.

Without the lube, Heine will have to take it dry. He can, and pain doesn't mean much to him when he can change his body as well.

Oh, he plans to use lube. It seems too risky not to, after all their negotiations. But for the moment he just wants to see Heine spread himself open. For him.

"You dislike him?" Jonathan asks, a slow smile spreading across his face.