( a quirk of his lips, head tipping so he's looking up to caliban instead of simply straight at him. it's intentional, and he's quick to shift his attention--down, eyes following the lines of his chest, down his abs. because shit, it really does help. who doesn't want to look at those abs while he works? oliver certainly does. )
I can think of something a lot better than just a drink to ask for.
( he winks, but oliver's pressing his elbow down against the bar, leaning his chin against the palm of his hand. )
Tequila sunrise? Something to sip on while I admire your fucking abs, god. Look at yourself.
[ The other rather bold look was just going to make the demon smirk even more as he drops his hand away from the bar to get Oliver a totally unobstructed view of what he wanted to look at. God knows Caliban adored being desired and putting on a show.
There's a soft chuckle at that wink and those words.]
Then you best pick your words carefully, for am all too happy to bend a pretty boy like you over this bar and leave you whimpering my name.
[ Dirty talk came easy to Caliban, it was something that flowed from his lips like a magic spell.
Now Caliban literally has no idea what a Tequila sunrise is because it's certainly not something they had in his own world but thankfully that's were magic came in handy, it was an easy enough thing to simply grab a glass and wiggle his hands over the bottles around him to make the other exactly what he asked for.
There's a tilt of that blond head over at the boy as he placed the drink down on the bar in front of him.]
You're welcome to do a shot off them if you'd like- it's a rather popular request around here.
( it's a cute trick, and one that definitely earns caliban a soft laugh as he puts the drink down in front of him. not a trick he expected, but magic is magic and oliver has always found the many other ways it can be used to be exciting. caliban's little trick isn't an exception. his fingers wrap around the neck of the bottle but he doesn't raise it up to drink it, just. purses his lips, pulls the bottle back and towards the edge of the bar. )
I do want to get a taste. ( eyes down to caliban's chest, because he's a little more preoccupied by his pecs than his face at the moment. ) Would you lay down on the bar for me? Please? I wouldn't want to make a mess.
( they can get back to the fucking while bent over the bar part later, since caliban brought it up. foreplay first. )
[ He's not at all offended that the other seemed utterly entranced by his muscles nor the eagerness the other seem to about the very prospect of getting a taste of him.
The demon's cocky little smirk doesn't fault as he simply grips the bar and swings his legs over it, his legs spread either side of Oliver for a moment and if the other cared to notice- was seemingly showing off that rather sizable bulge the demon's tight pants were showing off in the most sinful way.]
Oh, be as messy as you want- you can just lick it up.
[ The demon teased before he swung his leg back onto the bar before he settled himself down onto his elbows- presenting every last inch of his pecs and abs to the other boy.]
( his voice is soft, teasing, while oliver leans into caliban while he stops in front of him then leans back to let him get comfortable over the bar. laughs soft when caliban settles in, before he's planting a hand down against the bar and using it to pull himself up onto his knees on the barstool and climb from it onto the bar with caliban. swings a leg over his hips so he can straddle his waist.
leans down to press against caliban chest-to-chest while his hand moves below the bar to grab onto a bottle of whatever. orange juice and grenadine are a little too sticky for fun bodyshots, but oliver will drink whatever if he can lick it off of caliban's pecs, so. the bottle of whiskey he pulls out from behind the bar is clearly good enough. oliver leans in close enough to press a kiss to the corner of caliban's lips, before he's pulling back enough to tip the bottle over his pecs. spills just enough that it starts dripping down his chest, over his abs. and leans down to start lapping it up with a soft, pleased hum. )
Well, I am a king, hell forbid I leave you starving in any regard-
[ Caliban teased back as his eyes dance over at the other. He's not exactly expecting the other to straddle him and his lips press together for a moment as he does so- rather enjoying the sight of the slender boy seat on him in such a way. If anyone walked into the bar they'd get quite a show- not that the demon had any real shame in anything he did in the bar and he'd been a lot worse than this in the past.
He supposed he should have prepared whatever drink the other was going to lick off him but Oliver seemed to take that task to heart before he could do it anyway.
The demon returned that kiss as quick and as short as was with a soft affectionate noise- while he didn't expect that intimacy just yet- it seemed to be the day for surprising him but it felt nice all the same.
His lips part with a soft gasp as that cool liquid spills over between his pecs and down, along his chest and abs before pooling in demons bellybutton. A hand moves up to brush along the others neck as that tongue runs hot against his skin. ]
Come on- my pretty little mortal. Show me how hungry you are for me...
( the last person who pulled the whole i am a king thing on him turned out to be a real bitch to put up with. caliban's different, though, so oliver isn't bothered by it. he does tip his head to look up towards him, tongue pressing over a nipple and eyes settling on caliban's own, for once. )
A king, huh? Should I call you my liege? Your highness? Have a preference?
( a soft hum, as he nips down on the skin just below the nipple he'd been tonguing moments before and--presses kisses down caliban's abs, stopping every few moments to nip, lick, and suck marks into his skin before he finally reaches his naval and presses his tongue in, sucks out the liquor that had settled there.
moves his hand down, to press his palm against the bulge caliban had so very subtly been showing off before. grinds his hand against him softly. oliver hopes someone does walk in; he's got no problem putting on a good show for a random passerby. caliban seems willing enough, given how easily he climbed onto the bar. )
[ Caliban felt himself twitch at being called Your Highness- even now, after all this time and with his kingdom gone to ruin. It still...did something to him on a whole different level, almost in his cells. After all, he was born to rule. There's a sharp gasp as the other's tongue teased over his nipple and his back arched slightly against that feeling- nails scraping against the back of the other boy's neck.
Still, his eyes darkened all the same even if wasn't entirely sure the other was joking or not.]
Either one will have me shoving my entire cock down your throat like a wild animal- so perhaps think if you wish to see such a thing.
[ He teased back as he easily admitted that such words held power over him before he simply fell back into a few soft little happy approving sounds of those nips and bites, those sweet kisses the other was drawing down his chest and abs in the most addictive way. His abs shudder just a touch as that tongue sucks out the whiskey in his belly button but it's that hand against his bulge that gets the demon swearing under his breath and his hips tilting forward against that hand, as that very impressive cock of his grows by the second. Caliban giving the others hair a little tug as he watches him.]
( he's responsive which oliver certainly appreciates. caliban twitches, shifts, gasps, shudders as oliver touches him and oliver's definitely enjoying it. watching how he reacts, figures out what caliban enjoys, what makes him harder. he pauses with lips right above caliban's naval, presses a wet kiss there before his hand is leaving caliban's cock and moving to grab hold of the bottle, to pour a little more whiskey down his chest. watches it drip, and laps at the droplets that make it down to his mouth. tries to suck a mark into his skin right below where caliban's ribcage ends. )
Careful where you scratch me, unless you're trying to make a statement. I don't heal fast like some of the other witches wandering around here. ( less sultry than his tone had been before, but oliver's quick to switch back to the teasing lilt after issuing his warning.
priorities and all. )
Please, my king, shove your cock down my throat, fuck my mouth 'til it's so bruised I can barely speak. ( he's shifting his weight, legs moving down so he can grind his own erection against caliban's thigh. moans soft at the friction. )
Come in my mouth, your highness. And when you've finished with me, wrap your fingers around my cock, let me come all over your abs.
[ The whole thing was a visual show as well as a sensation-based one, as Caliban watched the other tease and kiss, and lick along every little crease and dip of his muscles and body. The desire and enjoyment of such a thing shuddering through Caliban with every little tease of that tongue. There's another little shudder as that whiskey slides down along his skin again and the other laps up at that booze oh so playfully. While Caliban doesn't actually have blood, he does have the illusion of it- and that mark blooms under the other mouth, right below his rib cage.]
Perhaps I just want you to have some remembrance of this time? Hm? An ache you'll wish to come back and fulfill again.
[ Caliban teases back, his eyes dancing playfully over at Oliver but he gets the message loud and clear for the other- and he was more than willy to play by the others rules on such a thing. After all, least he make the other feel uncomfortable.
The others dirty talk rips though the demon in the best way- leaving him swallowing as he watches the other shift down to grind that cock against his thigh- Dirty talk was always the way to Caliban's heart and throwing in some king talk? How could he not be driven wild by that. ]
Just one more thing your hungry little tongue can lick off them...
[ Caliban teased as he shifted a hand up to unzip and slip open his pants- and show proof of just how much those titles affected him as his thick, impressive and very hard cock sprung free to rest against is abs- far bigger than any mortal men. After all, being made of clay made it rather easy to satisfy most people with a size kink in the city. The King had a mighty scepter indeed. A clear drop of precum slid down the head as the telltale signs of the door of the bar swinging open echoed around them- and three patrons wandered in.
Not that Caliban paid them any heed as lean forward to curl his hand around the others chin and tugged him into an utterly filthy, dirty, deep kiss. Utterly indulgence till he pulled away with a smirk.]
( jesus fucking christ this guy has a giant dick. it's impossible not to stare when caliban first pulls himself out, because oliver had. felt it, through clothing. but seeing it is a whole other ball game (ha). his lips press together tight, pausing for a moment while his attention focuses on that, because there's no fucking way that thing is fitting well in his mouth.
or anywhere else.
but oliver's--quick(ish) to shrug it off. to lean into the kiss caliban pulls him into. moans against his mouth, tongue pressing in deep as a shudder wracks his spine before oliver's--moving a hand down, fingers wrapping around caliban's cock to give it a good few strokes. smears the precum in against his length. )
You haven't even heard me beg yet. I was just asking nicely. ( soft, murmured against caliban's lips. before oliver's pulling back to press more kisses down his chest, nipping soft at skin as he moves down towards cock. just because he's pretty sure he can't fit his whole cock in his mouth at once, doesn't mean he's going to go back on what he'd already offered. caliban can fucking deal with it. oliver's sure this isn't a new problem of his by any means. fuck.
his tongue licks at the skin just below caliban's navel, a thoughtful hum following before oliver's hands slip down to cup his balls, grind his palm against them, and his tongue wraps around the head of his cock, to slowly take it into his mouth. )
[ It's not like Caliban *couldn't* make it easier on the other boy but there was something just oh so amusing about watching the reaction of the other to it. And most mortals, frankly. The demon sinks into the other moan like it's god damn fine wine as he bites and tugs at the other bottom lip with his teeth, his hips tilting forward a touch as the fingers of the other curl around his cock. A gasp escapes against the others lip as pleasure teases through his body.]
My- well now I shall have to hear you beg for your king. [ He teased against the others lips, his eyes dancing over at him before a hand raised to brush along the back of Oliver's neck in a intimate little gesture as those lips brush down along his muscled chest and body.
He can feel those eyes on him from across the bar but Caliban was just lost in watching Oliver shift down between his legs- watching those lips part over his cock and the sight of himself sliding between them. A soft groan dropping from his lips at the feeling of that teasing tongue and the wet heat of the others mouth.] My, my, you do look good down there...
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( a quirk of his lips, head tipping so he's looking up to caliban instead of simply straight at him. it's intentional, and he's quick to shift his attention--down, eyes following the lines of his chest, down his abs. because shit, it really does help. who doesn't want to look at those abs while he works? oliver certainly does. )
I can think of something a lot better than just a drink to ask for.
( he winks, but oliver's pressing his elbow down against the bar, leaning his chin against the palm of his hand. )
Tequila sunrise? Something to sip on while I admire your fucking abs, god. Look at yourself.
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There's a soft chuckle at that wink and those words.]
Then you best pick your words carefully, for am all too happy to bend a pretty boy like you over this bar and leave you whimpering my name.
[ Dirty talk came easy to Caliban, it was something that flowed from his lips like a magic spell.
Now Caliban literally has no idea what a Tequila sunrise is because it's certainly not something they had in his own world but thankfully that's were magic came in handy, it was an easy enough thing to simply grab a glass and wiggle his hands over the bottles around him to make the other exactly what he asked for.
There's a tilt of that blond head over at the boy as he placed the drink down on the bar in front of him.]
You're welcome to do a shot off them if you'd like- it's a rather popular request around here.
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I do want to get a taste. ( eyes down to caliban's chest, because he's a little more preoccupied by his pecs than his face at the moment. ) Would you lay down on the bar for me? Please? I wouldn't want to make a mess.
( they can get back to the fucking while bent over the bar part later, since caliban brought it up. foreplay first. )
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The demon's cocky little smirk doesn't fault as he simply grips the bar and swings his legs over it, his legs spread either side of Oliver for a moment and if the other cared to notice- was seemingly showing off that rather sizable bulge the demon's tight pants were showing off in the most sinful way.]
Oh, be as messy as you want- you can just lick it up.
[ The demon teased before he swung his leg back onto the bar before he settled himself down onto his elbows- presenting every last inch of his pecs and abs to the other boy.]
Have at it, sweetheart.
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( his voice is soft, teasing, while oliver leans into caliban while he stops in front of him then leans back to let him get comfortable over the bar. laughs soft when caliban settles in, before he's planting a hand down against the bar and using it to pull himself up onto his knees on the barstool and climb from it onto the bar with caliban. swings a leg over his hips so he can straddle his waist.
leans down to press against caliban chest-to-chest while his hand moves below the bar to grab onto a bottle of whatever. orange juice and grenadine are a little too sticky for fun bodyshots, but oliver will drink whatever if he can lick it off of caliban's pecs, so. the bottle of whiskey he pulls out from behind the bar is clearly good enough. oliver leans in close enough to press a kiss to the corner of caliban's lips, before he's pulling back enough to tip the bottle over his pecs. spills just enough that it starts dripping down his chest, over his abs. and leans down to start lapping it up with a soft, pleased hum. )
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[ Caliban teased back as his eyes dance over at the other. He's not exactly expecting the other to straddle him and his lips press together for a moment as he does so- rather enjoying the sight of the slender boy seat on him in such a way. If anyone walked into the bar they'd get quite a show- not that the demon had any real shame in anything he did in the bar and he'd been a lot worse than this in the past.
He supposed he should have prepared whatever drink the other was going to lick off him but Oliver seemed to take that task to heart before he could do it anyway.
The demon returned that kiss as quick and as short as was with a soft affectionate noise- while he didn't expect that intimacy just yet- it seemed to be the day for surprising him but it felt nice all the same.
His lips part with a soft gasp as that cool liquid spills over between his pecs and down, along his chest and abs before pooling in demons bellybutton. A hand moves up to brush along the others neck as that tongue runs hot against his skin. ]
Come on- my pretty little mortal. Show me how hungry you are for me...
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A king, huh? Should I call you my liege? Your highness? Have a preference?
( a soft hum, as he nips down on the skin just below the nipple he'd been tonguing moments before and--presses kisses down caliban's abs, stopping every few moments to nip, lick, and suck marks into his skin before he finally reaches his naval and presses his tongue in, sucks out the liquor that had settled there.
moves his hand down, to press his palm against the bulge caliban had so very subtly been showing off before. grinds his hand against him softly. oliver hopes someone does walk in; he's got no problem putting on a good show for a random passerby. caliban seems willing enough, given how easily he climbed onto the bar. )
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Still, his eyes darkened all the same even if wasn't entirely sure the other was joking or not.]
Either one will have me shoving my entire cock down your throat like a wild animal- so perhaps think if you wish to see such a thing.
[ He teased back as he easily admitted that such words held power over him before he simply fell back into a few soft little happy approving sounds of those nips and bites, those sweet kisses the other was drawing down his chest and abs in the most addictive way. His abs shudder just a touch as that tongue sucks out the whiskey in his belly button but it's that hand against his bulge that gets the demon swearing under his breath and his hips tilting forward against that hand, as that very impressive cock of his grows by the second. Caliban giving the others hair a little tug as he watches him.]
Aiming to lick more booze off that prize then?
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Careful where you scratch me, unless you're trying to make a statement. I don't heal fast like some of the other witches wandering around here. ( less sultry than his tone had been before, but oliver's quick to switch back to the teasing lilt after issuing his warning.
priorities and all. )
Please, my king, shove your cock down my throat, fuck my mouth 'til it's so bruised I can barely speak. ( he's shifting his weight, legs moving down so he can grind his own erection against caliban's thigh. moans soft at the friction. )
Come in my mouth, your highness. And when you've finished with me, wrap your fingers around my cock, let me come all over your abs.
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Perhaps I just want you to have some remembrance of this time? Hm? An ache you'll wish to come back and fulfill again.
[ Caliban teases back, his eyes dancing playfully over at Oliver but he gets the message loud and clear for the other- and he was more than willy to play by the others rules on such a thing. After all, least he make the other feel uncomfortable.
The others dirty talk rips though the demon in the best way- leaving him swallowing as he watches the other shift down to grind that cock against his thigh- Dirty talk was always the way to Caliban's heart and throwing in some king talk? How could he not be driven wild by that. ]
Just one more thing your hungry little tongue can lick off them...
[ Caliban teased as he shifted a hand up to unzip and slip open his pants- and show proof of just how much those titles affected him as his thick, impressive and very hard cock sprung free to rest against is abs- far bigger than any mortal men. After all, being made of clay made it rather easy to satisfy most people with a size kink in the city. The King had a mighty scepter indeed. A clear drop of precum slid down the head as the telltale signs of the door of the bar swinging open echoed around them- and three patrons wandered in.
Not that Caliban paid them any heed as lean forward to curl his hand around the others chin and tugged him into an utterly filthy, dirty, deep kiss. Utterly indulgence till he pulled away with a smirk.]
Who knew you begged so beautifully?
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or anywhere else.
but oliver's--quick(ish) to shrug it off. to lean into the kiss caliban pulls him into. moans against his mouth, tongue pressing in deep as a shudder wracks his spine before oliver's--moving a hand down, fingers wrapping around caliban's cock to give it a good few strokes. smears the precum in against his length. )
You haven't even heard me beg yet. I was just asking nicely. ( soft, murmured against caliban's lips. before oliver's pulling back to press more kisses down his chest, nipping soft at skin as he moves down towards cock. just because he's pretty sure he can't fit his whole cock in his mouth at once, doesn't mean he's going to go back on what he'd already offered. caliban can fucking deal with it. oliver's sure this isn't a new problem of his by any means. fuck.
his tongue licks at the skin just below caliban's navel, a thoughtful hum following before oliver's hands slip down to cup his balls, grind his palm against them, and his tongue wraps around the head of his cock, to slowly take it into his mouth. )
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My- well now I shall have to hear you beg for your king. [ He teased against the others lips, his eyes dancing over at him before a hand raised to brush along the back of Oliver's neck in a intimate little gesture as those lips brush down along his muscled chest and body.
He can feel those eyes on him from across the bar but Caliban was just lost in watching Oliver shift down between his legs- watching those lips part over his cock and the sight of himself sliding between them. A soft groan dropping from his lips at the feeling of that teasing tongue and the wet heat of the others mouth.] My, my, you do look good down there...