Ren couldn't really keep up with him. That was how most people reacted to him, he supposed. They often thought he was someone they could keep up with but found that he was too strong and overwhelming. He was, after all, an all-powerful creature that transcended time and space.
Well, it didn't matter. It was his cuteness that attracted him to him, and it was better to establish now who was the master in the relationship.
"That can be arranged, kitten," he said before grabbing Ren by the waist and pulling him down to the floor again. He took a moment to fix his own hair and tie up, paused briefly, before making Ren decent too, just enough so he didn't look like he got some intense over the clothes action. He wasn't done with him, yet. He placed his fingers underneath Ren's chin, smiling quite fondly at him.
"Let's go somewhere more private. I have a room in the third floor. Follow me."
Mikhainon grabbed a couple of bottles from the counter — one for vodka and another, a cherry drink he picked up in another dimension that enhanced libido. He gestured for Ren to follow him with a tilt of his head and a whistle, heading to the second floor, then the third. The third floor only had a small hallway and a door. He inserted his key, and with a twist and a click, the double doors opened to reveal a penthouse suite.
The VIP Room had many secrets he didn't care to divulge to Ren right now, many doors and chests and drawers that held countless mysteries that would drive the sane insane, but it was a pretty sweet looking pad that looked like it belonged to a handsome bachelor, which it did. Ren wouldn't have time to peruse his belongings if he was too busy fucking him into the mattress anyway. He looked back at him. "Come in. My place is yours for the night."
Well, it didn't matter. It was his cuteness that attracted him to him, and it was better to establish now who was the master in the relationship.
"That can be arranged, kitten," he said before grabbing Ren by the waist and pulling him down to the floor again. He took a moment to fix his own hair and tie up, paused briefly, before making Ren decent too, just enough so he didn't look like he got some intense over the clothes action. He wasn't done with him, yet. He placed his fingers underneath Ren's chin, smiling quite fondly at him.
"Let's go somewhere more private. I have a room in the third floor. Follow me."
Mikhainon grabbed a couple of bottles from the counter — one for vodka and another, a cherry drink he picked up in another dimension that enhanced libido. He gestured for Ren to follow him with a tilt of his head and a whistle, heading to the second floor, then the third. The third floor only had a small hallway and a door. He inserted his key, and with a twist and a click, the double doors opened to reveal a penthouse suite.
The VIP Room had many secrets he didn't care to divulge to Ren right now, many doors and chests and drawers that held countless mysteries that would drive the sane insane, but it was a pretty sweet looking pad that looked like it belonged to a handsome bachelor, which it did. Ren wouldn't have time to peruse his belongings if he was too busy fucking him into the mattress anyway. He looked back at him. "Come in. My place is yours for the night."