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Ciaran was quiet as he followed him through the house and into his bedroom. He couldn't help but smile as he watched him light the candles with ease. He instinctively leaned into his touch. He closed his eyes and kissed him back tenderly, lightly resting his hands against his chest. Taking things slow, for the time being.

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Ciaran raised a hand and ran his fingers through Damon's hair.

"Your wish is my command, birthday boy.."

He murmured playfully in response, reaching out with his other hand to grab hold of his.  

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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Ciaran rolled his eyes in response to his comment. To stare at him  when he heard what he said next.

"But?"

He wondered out loud, brown eyes wide when he heard what he said next.

"Maybe I'm not drunk enough for this conversation."

He joked in response, pursing his lips together for a moment.

"I- I don't know what I want, Damon. I just discovered that I rather enjoy making out with you. Can't blame a guy for being curious about what else we'd be good at.."

"Really now?" Damon murmured, returning Ciaran's searching dark brown gaze. "Was meinst du?"

Right then, fighting dual desires, he let his hand drop. "What did you have in mind?"

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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@derschwarzeengel continued from here

Ciaran raised a hand and ran his fingers through Damon's hair.

"Your wish is my command, birthday boy.."

He murmured playfully in response, reaching out with his other hand to grab hold of his.  

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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"That I'll only reveal in case provoked."

Ciaran muttered, he hadn't forgotten Damon's earlier threat of a cold shower. He blinked when Damon let go of his hand. Making him slowly lower his own.

"I don't know.. I'm open for suggestions?"

He asked him softly, raising an eyebrow at him.

Damon smirked. "If I would have to, I will dare. Now, what would you do, hmm?" He let one finger trail teasingly down Ciaran's chest, stopping just above his waist. "Shimmer? Or do you use flames to teleport?" It struck him that he couldn't remember which demonic form of teleportation Ciaran had.

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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"Isn't it though?"

Ciaran responded dryly, he couldn't help but smile as Damon untied the bow with ease. He absent mindedly bit down his lower lip as Damon touched his chest.

"If you'll still have me."

He murmured softly in response, letting out a low groan as he felt his hand slip even lower. He was unable to resist lightly bucking against his hand.

Ciaran clears his throat and starts to sing: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.." To continue in the same melody; "I am still very much sober.. In case that means anything to you.." He adds, winking playfully at him.

Damon's birthday 2k23 || Accepting

"Are you really now? Und danke."

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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Ciaran didn't immediately answer his question. Distracted as he was by Damon's touch. Even if it was only just  one of his fingers. A ghost of a smile played along his lips when he heard what he asked next.

"That wasn't quite what I had in mind, mate. But let's leave that a surprise, eh?"

He murmured playfully to him in response. Reaching out his hand, he lightly grabbed hold of his. His dark brown eyes searched his, curious to see where they would go from here.

"Yes, this is okay." Deliberately, Damon used English. “If we eventually end up in bed, better that we both remember it, eh?”

This time he made his voice semi-teasing, and let one corner of his mouth quirk up in a half-smile. “Or I could orb you into a cold shower, see if that sobers you up.”

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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"Ja."

Ciaran stated with a faint nod of his head.

"So I thought you'd might like the gift that could follow it."

He added cheekily, raising a hand he snapped his fingers and a bow appeared against his shirt, resting over his heart. Tempted as he was to make his clothes dissapear too, he didn't want to deprive him of the fun of removing them. But only if he wanted to, of course.

Ciaran clears his throat and starts to sing: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.." To continue in the same melody; "I am still very much sober.. In case that means anything to you.." He adds, winking playfully at him.

Damon's birthday 2k23 || Accepting

"Are you really now? Und danke."

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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"I'm not THAT drunk."

Ciaran huffed, having trouble focusing on his gaze as his attention seemed to wander towards his lips and body. But he abruptly met his gaze when he heard what Damon said next. Though he knew it was foolish to challenge him, he couldn't help but mutter;

"You wouldn't dare.."

Narrowing his eyes a little as he stared into his.

"Just so you know that while I may not be able to orb, two can play that game."

Ciaran was pleased when he heard Damon make that sound. An encouragement to keep going, as far as he was concerned. If only to see if he could make him do it again. He could feel him still by the time he reached the hem of his shirt. This made him pause a moment, before continuing to slowly pull it upwards. He could have used his powers to have it removed in an instant. But he didn't.

Exploring him like this was much more fun.. Though he did have to break the kiss in order to take it off. Which was something he did reluctantly, his deep brown eyes clouded with lust as he met his gaze once more. He removed his shirt in one fluent motion, after which he took a moment to simply admire him.

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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"That's exactly what I was thinking."

Phoebe confessed, pursing her lips together as she observed their surroundings, trying to see if anything was different compared to yesterday. If anything in particular stood out. But so far, no such luck. She turned to look at her niece, nodding faintly in response to her question.

"I think so. Either that, or someone thinks we're all part of the same spell. The same loop, that keeps repeating itself."

@thegreatworkofmagic sent ❝ Didn't we do this yesterday? ❞ {From Phoebe}

"it feels like we did," Aiden looked at her phone, checking the date again. "Does it feel like we're going through a groundhog's day thing? Where the day just repeats and repeats." It seemed like they were the only two acknowledging something was different. "Mom is acting normal. So is everyone else. Do you think we got hit with some spell or something?"

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Ciaran blinked, caught off guard by Damon's question.

"What does that matter?"

He wondered out loud. Given his nature he was tempted to lie. To play sober and see where the night would take them. And yet.. He couldn't shake the feeling that Damon would see right through him.

A similar groan escaped his lips when he heard what the Darklighter said next.

"So what you're saying is we can't do that until I'm sober. Bloody hell.."

He muttered under his breath. Though he knew he should keep his distance, he slowly approached him once more. He couldn't help himself.

"But this is alright?"

He asked him softly before he leaned close with the intent to kiss him once more. He lightly rested his hands against Damon's bare chest. He was more than tempted to continue exploring his body and teasing him. But he managed to control these urges. For now, at least.

Ciaran was pleased when he heard Damon make that sound. An encouragement to keep going, as far as he was concerned. If only to see if he could make him do it again. He could feel him still by the time he reached the hem of his shirt. This made him pause a moment, before continuing to slowly pull it upwards. He could have used his powers to have it removed in an instant. But he didn't.

Exploring him like this was much more fun.. Though he did have to break the kiss in order to take it off. Which was something he did reluctantly, his deep brown eyes clouded with lust as he met his gaze once more. He removed his shirt in one fluent motion, after which he took a moment to simply admire him.

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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He gradually met his gaze after he uttered his name.

"Yes, Damon?"

He murmured softly in response, tilting his head the slightest bit as his attention wandered towards his lips once more.

"Ja. Yes. The question is.. Are you?"

He countered as he slowly took a step foward, eager to keep going. If the other would let him, of course..

Ciaran was pleased when he heard Damon make that sound. An encouragement to keep going, as far as he was concerned. If only to see if he could make him do it again. He could feel him still by the time he reached the hem of his shirt. This made him pause a moment, before continuing to slowly pull it upwards. He could have used his powers to have it removed in an instant. But he didn't.

Exploring him like this was much more fun.. Though he did have to break the kiss in order to take it off. Which was something he did reluctantly, his deep brown eyes clouded with lust as he met his gaze once more. He removed his shirt in one fluent motion, after which he took a moment to simply admire him.

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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Phoebe glanced at Piper and flashed her a faint smile, appreciating the support. She couldn't help but chuckle in response to her question.

"Tomorrow, huh?"

She repeated as she lowered her hands again. Letting out a laugh when she heard what she said next.

"Now wouldn't that be something, if it magically worked that way."

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“It had better not.”

Phoebe muttered as she leaned back against her chair. Raising her hands she started to rub her temples.

“It would be nice to have one day without any sort of crisis. Magical, work, or personal..”

She dryly observed, glancing at her sister as she said this.

“Yeah, I would hope it doesn’t.”

Piper smiled but didn’t laugh, reaching out to gently squeeze Phoebe’s shoulder. She was more worried about mortal illness than supernatural occurance at the moment. A worried frown wrinkled between her brows.

“It sure would be. Maybe tomorrow?” She smiled hopefully. Not hope that they’d get a break. It never seemed that they would. But hope that she could at least get her sister to smile. “We’ll pencil it in and put that into the world for a change. The demons have gotta respect it, right?”

#ikeptlosingyou #;; phoebe #; Queue now the words of the witches

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Ciaran was pleased when he heard Damon make that sound. An encouragement to keep going, as far as he was concerned. If only to see if he could make him do it again. He could feel him still by the time he reached the hem of his shirt. This made him pause a moment, before continuing to slowly pull it upwards. He could have used his powers to have it removed in an instant. But he didn't.

Exploring him like this was much more fun.. Though he did have to break the kiss in order to take it off. Which was something he did reluctantly, his deep brown eyes clouded with lust as he met his gaze once more. He removed his shirt in one fluent motion, after which he took a moment to simply admire him.

Ciaran's fingers caressing his cheek and then trailing downward to rest on his chest... Heat simmered, coiled lazily. Damon slowly deepened the kiss, lightly brushed the tip of his tongue against Ciaran's mouth.

He didn't want to stop, wanted to keep going . . . but Ciaran had been drinking, and the Darklighter wanted to wait until Ciaran's mind was clear before going any further. Which didn't mean he couldn't keep kissing the other man, but...

Yes, so long as it was just this, it would be fine. He could stop, would stop before he did anything that would be considered taking advantage of Ciaran in his current state.

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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#;; prue #; Queue now the words of the witches

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At the feeling of his tongue against his lips, Ciaran opened his mouth, moving his own tongue to meet his. Raising his other hand, he ran his fingers through Damon's hair. Other instincts were starting to stir. He wanted more. To see if that would feel just as good as this did.

Trailing his hand downwards until he reached the hem of Damon's shirt, he slowly started to pull it upward, curious to see how he would react to this. Letting his actions speak, instead of using his words.

At Ciaran saying yes and leaning in halfway, Damon closed the distance between them and kissed the half-demon gently.

Bringing one hand up, he cupped the side of Ciaran’s face and tentatively applied just a little more pressure. Not enough to fully deepen the kiss, but silently allowing Ciaran to decide.

And as he did, Damon let his other senses flare to awareness: Ciaran’s scent, the feel of him beneath Damon’s touch, the faintest trace of alcohol lingering. The warmth, heat coming off both of them—and beneath all that, the underlying scent unique to beings of the Underworld.

#derschwarzeengel #; ciaran

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"Why do you immediately assume that it was something I did?"

Paige countered, narrowing her eyes at Piper as she folded her arms in front of her chest.

@thegreatworkofmagic​ asked:

“You’re only in trouble if you get caught.” {Paige to Piper}

“What..” She paused for dramatic effect, eyes narrowed and hands ready to be placed on her hips, “Did you do?”

#ikeptlosingyou #;; paige

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"Ugh I kind of need help fighting a demon... He is kind of indestructible... Specifically no man made weapon can destroy him and burns the humanity out of people.... Ugh any ideas?"

"I guess the weapon is they key?"

Paige wondered out loud as she looked up to meet his gaze.

"I suppose there's no Lord of the Rings like twist, that a weapon made by a woman does work?"

She asked him next.

"Or have you tried that already?"

If not, they were going to have to look elsewhere to find a weapon that could do the trick.

#charmed redemption #;; paige