Montégo Navajo is a 26-year-old werewolf in a predominantly human world. When he moves into his new house, he's quickly seduced by his rich, gloomy "23-year-old" neighbor, soon finding out said neighbor is a mixed incubus-sanguine day-walking vampir...
Lazarus had a shit-eating grin on his face as Montégo arched his back, biting his lip in an attempt to not let any other party guests know what was going on. A handjob under the table, although welcome, was not on the list of Montégo's expectations tonight. Lazarus, however, knew it was typical for him to touch someone in a sexual way at most parties. It's almost like incubi are good at seducing people! Raven soon walked in and Montégo immediately sat up and smacked Lazarus's hand away, earning a pout.
"Dejen did a good job with the snacks, right?" She smiled at Montégo and quickly turned to Lazarus and gave him a smirk. Lazarus smirked back when Montégo was looking down to zip his pants.
"Yeah, Montégo loves the cupcakes," Lazarus glanced at him, "You can see, there's still some frosting on his lips!" He pinched Montégo's cheek.
"Laz-" Montégo groaned, licking his lips.
"I'm gonna go downstairs. You lovebirds wanna come with?" Raven asked, grabbing a napkin and using it to pick up a medium soft pretzel and soon taking a big bite.
"What do you think, Montégo?" Laz turned to him and gave him a hopeful smile. He loved showing off his basement, it almost resembled a bar with the blacklights bringing out the neon colors and being an interesting sensory experience. Montégo nodded and patted his pants down and Lazarus stood up, making sure Montégo could stand behind him so everyone didn't see his boner. As expected, he did walk behind Lazarus, a heavy blush still covering his face.
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Montégo was distracted looking around at all the lights and outfits around him to notice Lazarus pacing between guests and drinking more. He took shots of vodka and chugged cups of beer. Usually Lazarus wouldn't drink much other than wine but he couldn't help being stressed; he was crushing on someone he just met when everyone knows he doesn't have the time for crushes.
Eventually Montégo focused and realized Lazarus was no longer with him. "Shit!" He shouted, getting a few people's attention and bringing his volume down, "Where is he?" He looked around to see Raven wasn't with him anymore either. He ran across the room thinking maybe they were near the door to the next room. He got the attention of a small group of guests by the door, "Hey!" He spoke loudly, "Have you seen the host? Lazarus?" Most of them shrugged in response and one of them shouted "You might wanna stop looking, he's probably fucking someone by now!"
Montégo rolled his eyes and scoffed, anger building up inside, "Gee, thanks!" He shook his head and walked into the next room, which seemed to be a more intimate place for small groups of people hanging out. It was much more peaceful and quiet than the last room
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