some incredibly self-indulgent super gay werewolf shit

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Ghoul comes in third and Party had promised him a prize if he placed. Truthfully, he'd hoped Ghoul would place, because what's the fun in not giving him a prize? Party's going all out for this, shaved legs and dark lipstick and the shortest, tightest black dress he can squeeze himself into. He's got heels, too, and thigh high stockings and a pink feather boa that clashes horribly with his hair.

He finishes getting ready after he texts Ghoul to get over to the loft and by the time Ghoul shows up, Party's been prancing around in the heels for fifteen minutes. He really should have gotten some sort of cute vintage hat. Maybe next time.

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[ghoulaid]

Everything happens for a reason. A vintage hat would have been cute, but it also would have been a very poor choice this time around, because where would Ghoul put his crown?

It's hanging from his arm as he barges his way in to the loft, his face in his phone until he kicks the door shut behind him. If his arrival wasn't already obvious enough, the slamming door will do the trick for sure. When he finally looks up from the screen, he startles. "Holy shit." Maybe give a guy some warning next time, because this is a little unfair. Party can't just bombard Ghoul with long legs and a pretty, androgynous face that's difficult not to stare at.

It would be too easy to stand there stupidly, but he finds himself and grins. He's not even that annoyed when he moves in closer and has to tilt his head to look up at him because of those damn heels. It's hard to be mad at something that's kinda hot. "You goin' out, princess?" Ghoul stretches upwards as he asks, placing his shiny silver crown on top of Party's head. Who cares if it doesn't quite go with the boa.

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Party, as per his usual MO, feeds off of the attention like it's the air he needs to breath. He tilts his hips and leans into Ghoul's personal space like it's his own.

"Was thinkin' 'bout it. It'd be a shame to get all dolled up for nothin'." He bites his lip and gives Ghoul a rather smoldering look. He'll play along if Ghoul actually wants to go anywhere, because this is at least a bit for Ghoul, but Party would be lying if he said that this wasn't fun or that he wasn't looking forward to having a little fun with Ghoul.

"How's everyone gonna know how good I look if they can't see me?"

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"You got a point... But goin' out means I gotta share. I'm kinda tired of playin' nice today." He knows that Party feeds off attention. Sometimes he likes to fuel the fire for fun. Party's always begging for kisses, so this time Ghoul beats him to the punch and presses a quick one against his jaw, but then he steps back immediately after. Takes hold of his hands and looks him over, tilting his head curiously.

"Where the hell did you get all this? I don't remember seein' this stuff around." And also how the hell did he fit in to this? Ghoul thought he'd witnessed skin tight clothing before, but evidently he had been wrong.

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The kiss has Party fighting back a grin. Even amidst all the barking and biting, Party's a sucker for a bit of affection from the right people and Ghoul's very much in that group.

"Girl's gotta have a couple of secrets." The secret is that he asked a few drag queens for some shopping tips. He's pretty sure he has some fabulous new friends in London who will come to his next gallery showing. It's been a good week and he hopes it's about to get even better.

"You like it?"

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Ghoul smiles and nods, pulling one of Party's hands near his face so he can plant another kiss on the inside of his wrist. "You're pretty." Such flattery today!

Except he follows it up with a round of being a little asshole. "Guess I can't touch you, though. You put in all this work..." One of his hands breaks away from Party's and he reaches up, gently swiping the pad of his thumb across Party's lower lip. He uses just enough pressure to leave a small, dark stain of lipstick against his finger, which he displays to Party, using it to prove his point. "Would be a shame to mess it up, y'know?"

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Party practically beams at the compliment. So maybe he's an attention-whore. At least he knows what he wants in life. He lets Ghoul move him around without any resistance.

His lips part under Ghoul's touch, what little bits of self-awareness he's got going for him slipping away bit by bit.

"Nuh-uh messing it up is the best part." His lip quirks up into a wicked, lopsided little grin.

[ghoulaid]

"Naw, you can't show yourself off if I mess you up." What a horrible person. Sticking to his word, he completely lets go of Party, shrugging at him as if he's powerless to do anything further.

He does, however, decide to grab the ends of Party's feather boa and tug him along as he walks across the loft. "C'mon, puppy." Where is he going? Fuck if he knows, he just wants to get under Party's skin. Maybe he'll go put his winner's check away in a drawer somewhere... Yeah, that'll work.

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The groan Party lets out is audible, because he only has so much self control here, but he lets Ghoul lead him, walking better than a grown man should be able to in the heels. His steps are careful, but he's not wobbling.

"Sure I can. You could show me off, too." He grabs at the back of Ghoul's clothes, hooking a finger in his belt loop. "C'mon."

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Ghoul makes a point of ignoring Party's grumbling and grabbing, although he does fuck up at one point and laughs quietly at him. He's cute when he's frustrated.

He, of course, takes more time than necessary in putting away his check, but when he does finally turn back around to face Party, he's grinning. "I guess everybody's already seen you wrecked." That's like Party's default. So what's the harm now? He leans his weight back against the counter, reaching out for Party. He doesn't have much in the way of loose clothing to snatch onto and tug, but it's fine. Ghoul improvises and clutches his hips, pulling him in that way instead.

Maybe it's weird how he immediately nuzzles against Party's neck, but Party always smells better when he's got a little bit of Ghoul's scent on him. "Don't smear up my face." He's already worn makeup this year, thanks.

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Party stumbles a little into Ghoul, grace being at least a little challenging for him, but he's doing his best to look intense, even if he wants to laugh a little bit.

"I ain't maikin' any promises I can't keep." But he might try. Maybe. He's a little too distracted to bother making up his mind either which way, anyway. Instead, he tips his head to the side for Ghoul with a little hum. Ghoul smells so familiar after all this time that Party doesn't have to think twice about wanting to rub up against him a bit.

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That must not be the answer Ghoul wants to hear, because he makes a grumpy noise and bites. He ends up sinking his teeth in a little closer to his shoulder than his neck, though, perhaps to avoid setting him off. He's always been the more wolfish one and can have a bit of an unpredictable temper- he may not appreciate such an obvious power play.