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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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.

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"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.