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[attr="class","maverickspeaks"]The pulsating sting of his gash muted as Maverick's attention shifted from the wound and onto the medical professional tending it. Through his years, Maverick Bove was renown for his share of one-night stands or casual flings. Lust left an itching for an alternate type of attention, therefore, he feasted upon the libidinous intrusions when possible. Dancing beneath the sheets eased off the edge caused by intense missions, furthermore, the godfather was the type to discover gratification in those interactions.

Flings accompanied by the burn of a cigarette summoned well-needed easement with his high-stakes lifestyle. Around every corner could be the anger-twisted face of an enemy or the flash of metal being propelled out a gun barrel. Danger engulfed his life, never-ending as people wished to snuff out another malefactor. RCMP investigated for leads to lock him into Lorsette Penitentiary meanwhile fellow lawbreakers desired to place a bullet inside his brain. Though in frequency he searched for those emotional highs to block out the downtimes.

However, Maverick's genuine attention locked onto Steffan with ease. The man's small body was desirable for the dark-haired godfather. The showcasing of his legs gracefully leaving the holes of the short shorts and framing of his slender, almost stick-like body kept the lustful man's eyes stationed on him. Occasionally, Maverick spouted out random admiration in hopes something would stick. Praying he could persuade somebody into his bed for a night of meaningless adult entertainment. Though, gazing over the bespectacled doctor... Maverick found himself craving.

The response he received from Steffan was not entirely favourable, however, not hopefulness. Rather than freeform putty in his calloused hands, the doctor cleverly danced around his words with an intellectual grace. The compliments failed to be hit back, but rather, were defused with the reasons for being uninformed mentioned. Appearances were not of value when searching for medical staff. Rather, their talents and ability to maintain secrecy valued above the superficial pretenses Maverick used to flirt.

The godfather's brow lifted at the smartly devised response to his comment. A challenge existed here. One designed to be fixated around a skinny man he found physical attraction in and the beginnings of mental. The intelligent way he shoved away his comments instead of bowing to the magazine attractiveness of muscles was endearing. The flash of a smile was returned with a gentle smirk. If Steffan was fishing for him, Maverick was already biting with the man's clever responses. Pressure was placed on Maverick's wound, a gentle pain similar to poking a bruise being maintained in his arm.

Alas, the godfather hardly batted an eye at the sensation. Years of working in the criminal business made Maverick no sucker to pain and he showcased it with grace. At most, a brief grimace crossed his countenance, entering the limelight for a meagre second before being vanquished.

"I see," he responded to the banter, chuckling slightly. "Hope you know that doesn't change the fact that you're fucking hot."

In respect of the bespectacled doctor, Maverick made no physical advances. The dark-haired man appeared capable of tolerating his flirting, however, the last thing the godfather desired was to lose another doctor on short notice. The dhampir's guess was confirmed by the doctor as he admitted to being Dr. Steffan Dirks; the man he was originally texting about the change in medical care.

"You don't need to tell me that. You are some serious eye-candy," the dhampir smirked flirtatiously.

From his position on the medical table, Maverick observed the attractive doctor walk away. Eyes of an ice blue hued observed the movements of Steffan's body. The way his hips carried, the swing forward of his legs and of course, the man's bottom. Though certain features possessed a limited view because of the lab coat hanging around the thin man's shoulders, Maverick enjoyed the worthwhile view. Though, the jubilee in his observations was increased as the doctor was forced into a position to bend down for something.

A golden view of the man's assets was given in a single action. The godfather's eyes lustfully gazing over his lower features without hesitation. The action was entirely inappropriate, however, Maverick's lustful side failed to resist the allure of Steffan's slender frame. As the man stood and turned, the dhampir's eyed remained fastened on him, refusing to back down to the thoughts of possible judgement. He found the doctor attractive and he desired him to become aware of his high-standing opinions on his appearance.

"I'm not about to complain," he answered. "I think it would be good for us to get to know each other better."

The sentence was graced with flirtatious connotations masked beneath a straight face and a semi-serious toned voice. He watched as Steffan returned, antibiotics in hand.

"How long have you been a doctor for?" The dark-haired man inquired.

Based upon the previous reactions received, Maverick was guessing Steffan wished for a connection before going any further with somebody. Thus, the godfather planned on providing the doctor with his desires. The interest he gathered after watching Steffan move was overwhelming, leaving Maverick to fall. He would respect physical boundaries, however, in his mind, there was a clear picture of what he wanted with the doctor and it involved a bed with lack of clothes.