Pickles led the way up the stairs and to the rented room, perhaps a bit smug. After all, it was a bar, after a concert, and it was pretty much his lot in life to find someone for a tryst every time
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"Pixies unfortunately tend to lack the ability to rock the fuck out." Pickles said with a deadpan that ended up making him snicker, as he went to the bathroom to wash off the eyeshadow, lip gloss, and eyeliner.
Once finished, he looked much more... masculine. The overpowering glitter done away with (for the most part, as glitter is wont to stick to absolutely everything), as well as ninety percent of his jewelry, save for the peircings, he looked much more like any other guy from the 80s. "Well then, you've made yerself pretty damn comfortable."
Pickles chuckled, dropping himself down on the bed, kicking off his cowboy boots, "Isn't this shit amazing? People have been trying to grow a strain that matches its potency, but have failed. I think the Government laces it with something, or something." He shook his head, then, realizing he should just shut up.
He shook his head, "Never got one'a those, and if I did, my brother probably burned it or somethin'." He inched closer, brushing a bit of hair off of Draco's forehead.
"And I don't think we've got any wizard schools. Unless you count cults, but I sure as hell don't."
"Yeah, cults. They're uh... kinda like religions but they're more fanatical, believe in all sorts of crazy shit. There was one guy, Jim Jones, he had a whole following of people who believed in what he was preachin', and ended up all drinkin' poison Kool-Aid."
He didn't seem all that interested in that, however, the back of his fingers trailing off from Draco's forehead to his cheek, and down along his neck,
"Yeah, but there's an awful lot of 'em around, believe anythin' they're told, at the chance of somethin' bigger." He leaned closer, pressing a light kiss against Draco's neck. "Me, I'm kinda the opposite of that, I don't believe in somethin' unless I see it exists." His voice was just above a whisper at that point.
Draco murmured quietly back, "Well, why they can be fooled and lead so easily. Obviously wiser than that." His head gently tilted to the side, and his arms came up to pull him closer.
"Flattery gets you everywhere..." Was the last thing Pickles could think to murmer, before he caught Draco's lips with his own, finally closing the distance between them.
There was an answering 'mmmm' of agreement from Draco as he kissed back deeply. Challenging, and showing off, even in his techniques. And he prided himself on being very good.
That challenge would not go unaccepted. Pickles deepened the kiss further, fingers trailing down across the wizard's side, trying to find a seam to his clothes, to find at least a little bit of skin.
Good? Hell, with the experience Pickles has had, he'd better be good!
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Once finished, he looked much more... masculine. The overpowering glitter done away with (for the most part, as glitter is wont to stick to absolutely everything), as well as ninety percent of his jewelry, save for the peircings, he looked much more like any other guy from the 80s. "Well then, you've made yerself pretty damn comfortable."
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He beckoned to Draco, laying back on the bed.
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"But nah, I'm fairly certain I'm just some guy." He turned to the blonde, grinning ever so slightly.
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Draco tilted his head toward him with another smirk back. Stoned and relaxed, yeeeep.
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"And I don't think we've got any wizard schools. Unless you count cults, but I sure as hell don't."
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Draco casually watched him, and scooted closer.
"Probably not by the sound of it."
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He didn't seem all that interested in that, however, the back of his fingers trailing off from Draco's forehead to his cheek, and down along his neck,
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Good? Hell, with the experience Pickles has had, he'd better be good!
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