[ 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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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...