A Beast Taming [Jura] (Gomorrah)

Renato mentally cursed his father out even as he prowled through the Downtown district of Manta Carlos. He normally was a very outgoing person, unafraid to throw himself into a situation or conversation. Having been trained in veritable isolation, however, Ren wasn't used to large crowds in his current form. It was why his father had sent with the week's letter from home a set of instructions detailing what he should do to grow accustomed to busy areas.

The little black cat scampered across the streets, nearly hissing each time he ran into a group of students enjoying their evening in town. He knew this needed to happen-- he would do his bonded no good if he was constantly frightened by busy places-- and so scraped up what courage he could find and tentatively snuck into the closest place to him. He winced, the sound coming out as as soft mewl, at all of the action going on; it was clearly a night club of some sorts. While his mind grasped for the name, he trotted around, keeping his tail curled close to his body so no one accidentally stepped on it.

Moments later, his wandering was put to a stop as someone picked him up. Ready to hiss and claw someone's eyes out, he immediately relaxed as he was cuddled, a low purr rumbling through his chest. Just as quickly as he began nuzzling back, the little cat stiffened, intelligent poison green eyes studying the man that had picked him up. Meowling quietly, the cat squirmed out of the man's hands, though before all four paws had settled on the ground, there was a silent flash of light. The black cat was replaced with a rather handsome young man, dressed in a shirt so dark green it was almost black, matching black pants and shoes, and a dark silver vest with gothic patterns on it. Curling around his neck were a set of thorny vine tattoos, though it looked as if it had actually been carved into his skin.

Running a slender hand through bloody auburn hair, sharp green eyes studied the other man. Of course, it took a few moments for Ren to actually speak, too busy checking out the very attractive male before him. "Who are you? It's rare for my true nature to be outed so quickly." He murmured, unusually quiet; the man had to be fairly powerful to notice that he wasn't naturally a cat, and despite the disarming smile, Ren was somewhat wary, albeit awed as well, of such power. It didn't help that the man was most certainly someone he'd normally try flirting with, nor that he had an air about him that made Ren want to trust him.

The feline shifter all but scowled, though the edges of the expression softened as he followed after the man. They'd barely held a full conversation with each other and yet Ren was losing the wariness he'd first felt. Damn charming, handsome men and his apparent weakness to them.

He was broken out of distantly annoyed musings at the offer of a beer. "A pleasure to meet you, I suppose." He paused a brief moment, somewhat surprised the man before him was the owner of the place before shrugging it off smoothly. "I am Renato Constantyne, most often called Ren. You, however, can call me anything you'd like." His smile turned only slightly leering as he gave the man another once over. Ah, there was his playboy tendencies.

Once he was distracted with the beer, though, he stopped visibly checking Gabriel out and took a sip of his own drink, glancing swiftly to their surroundings before his poison green gaze fell back to the man. He never seemed to lose that flirty look, but was listening and watching very carefully, humming softly in agreement every so often. The cat in Gabriel's story may just have been once of his ancestors, though this didn't cover the fact that the man was considerably old by human standards. "As of yet, I am not bonded. It is a Constantyne family tradition to attend Starlight after training, then travel the world in order to meet those compatible enough to form a bond with us." Here, he arched a brow. "And now I suppose you'll try to tell me I've just found him, yeah?"

Ren bit back the immediate retort of 'stop calling me kitten!'; he was used to his older siblings teasing him about his small cat form, though his father was always quick to placate him and say that he'd grow soon. But this time, it was different. He enjoyed the way the pet name rolled off of Gabriel's lips, as if it meant something special, and simply hummed a quiet agreement.

He seemed to be quite surprised to learn that the man wasn't going to try to charm his way into the bond-- or rather, that Gabriel was going to be patient about it--, but ignored it for a moment, even as his eyes followed the other's fingers. Another, almost Cheshire cat-like grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He was normally the one doing the chasing, and now it was nice to have someone equally interested.

"But of course, Gabriel." He purred the man's name lasciviously. "Now... shouldn't we get a head start on this... intimate relationship?" Just as he finished speaking, they were suddenly much closer and a hand reached out. He unconsciously shivered a tad bit at the faint contact, instinctively leaning towards the larger body.

On an impulse, he stood on the tips of his toes to close the distance between them, wrapping both arms around the man's neck. The mischievous glint in his bright eyes clearly said that whatever Gabriel threw at him, he'd give back just as well. "At least, if you can keep up~"

{{Ack I can totally change the last part, I wasn't sure how to end it ;;;}}

Truly, this was the most fun he'd had since stepping foot upon Manta Carlos. He thrived on action and interaction, and while teasing his classmates was entertaining, this was just... more. Gabriel was such an intense man, and he had the sneaking suspicion that he'd barely scratched the surface.b

He contentedly returned the quick kiss-- getting just a glimpse how much fun they could have together-- and effortlessly moved with Gabriel as he was settled on the bar counter. Once he was comfortable, he playfully squeezed his legs around the other's waist, not quite grinding against the man as he felt the touch to his thigh. It sent another faint shiver down his back. Yes, he was beginning to like this very much, and it appeared to be the norm here, so he wasn't very worried about making a scene. With that worry out of the way, he stared back at the man, tempted to lean in for another kiss as the distance between them lessened even further.

Blinking slowly, the feline shifter soon grinned wildly. His stubborn nature would have nothing to do with losing a challenge, and this? This was undoubtedly a challenge. "Oh, I'll do more than just keep up. You can bet on it." He drawled, only barely managing to not sound arrogant before capturing the other male's lips this time, nipping at Gabriel's lips.

Each time Gabriel pulled away, Ren felt like whimpering his indignation, but that would detract from the audacity (stupidity?) he'd shown the man before, so he held it back. Instead, he let out breathy groans every time he was pulled back, the sounds gaining a more wanton edge as he was kissed very thoroughly, forced to follow the other's lead. He was perfectly okay with that, actually. Gabriel was all but overwhelming him, though it was the good kind of drowning that made Ren eager for more.

He was losing himself to the lustful passion, he knew, and did his best to keep his promise and give as well as he got. Yet, he soon found himself gripping the back of Gabriel's suit, squirming against the man as he allowed him to dominate his mouth, though his own tongue rose to play with the other's before he moved on. Once his mouth was unoccupied, a soft mewl-like moan escaped him-- at this point, he really didn't care about the image he was presenting with his disheveled hair, swollen lips, and darkened eyes, so as long as Gabriel kept lavishing him with such deliciousness. Yes, it was just kissing, but Gabriel was turning out to be a wonderful partner.

He hesitated only slightly before that Chesire cat-like grin reappeared, all teeth and shameless desire. "Just make sure I can't walk tomorrow, Gabriel~" Sure, he knew this was was a frighteningly fast development, and if anyone from the academy saw him now, they'd worry, possibly even scorn him for being so easy. But the man had an air about him that made Ren amenable to all of his advances, even more so than the shifter was to flirting.

At least he didn't have any classes tomorrow, he thought distantly, molding his body to fit against Gabriel's and doing his own bit of exploring of the man's jaw and throat. Now that would've been awkward and difficult to explain away.