[ two can play at that game, though. nick's quick to follow the gesture, from the joint of his own placed carefully between his lips, to the snap of his own fingers. fire has never been nick's strong suit and it shows, the little flame that flashes into existence is a smaller thing that caliban's, hardly sustainable at all, but it's enough to light the end of his joint and that's all that really matters.
he tips his head back to let out an exhale of his own, up into the air above them, and when he looks back down again it's with a little grin. nick's sobriety has never included weed, a loophole he'd made for himself, and while it probably misses the point a little, it does mean he doesn't have to worry about feeling guilty over relapses right now. instead he just grazes his thumb over caliban's cheek where the one hand is still settled there, holding his gaze for a moment. ]
I think you're right, you know. There's a very high chance. [ he leans in a little, just because he can, just because they're close enough, and drops his voice lower like he's sharing a secret. ] You know the best way to fuck when you're high is exactly like this. Nice and slow, lazy. I could sit on your cock for hours, really drag it out. Think that'll keep you distracted for a bit?
[ Caliban's magic was quite impressive by all accounts- he knew quite the number of rituals and magic of his world by heart because he was, after all, made from magic all the way to his core. Caliban watches the other light up his own join with a lopsided and lazy smirk but does hold back a few comments about the other *cute* little flame compared to his.
While the weed hadn't kicked in just yet, he was just going to admire the other- taking in the sight of him, Nick was beautiful. Even with Caliban's usual standards for mortals. He tilted his head into that thumb as it brushed over his cheek and the other's gaze without hesitation. ]
Oh? A very high chance... [ He hummed, more amused than anything as the other leaned in close and there's a sharp little intake of his breath at those words, the demon's eyes dropping to watch Nick's lips as they talked. ] The sight of you speared on my cock, little one, how could that not keep me so distracted? It sounds like the most delightful way to fuck- [ Though watching someone fuck themselves down on his impressive cock was always one of his favorites.] Lazy sounds like perfection, Nicky my boy.
[ god knows nick loves himself a distraction, he understands the desire for one well, and since there's really nothing he can do to solve the situation of an absent magnus, that's about all he can do instead. distract, cheer up, and hope that when the momentum wears off, caliban is just a little better for it.
for the moment he just plants a hand low on caliban's chest, almost at his stomach with his fingers spread out wide across it, the other hand busy bringing the joint back up to his own lips. inhale, hold, exhale, repeat. it's an easy pattern to keep up, as he shifts to settle more comfortably in caliban's lap. ]
You know, I've hardly seen any of your magic. You could show me a little, if you want.
[ mostly because he wants to give it time for the weed to settle in, really take advantage of the lazy buzz, but there's also no denying his curiosity. ]
I think you might be more addicting than the weed, honestly.
[ He teased lightly as he gives a soft little hum as the other settled on his lap proper- his own hand raising his joint to his lips as he takes another long drag of it before blowing smoke out from between his lips. His other hand moves down, along Nick's back, trailing along his spine till it brushes down over the curve of the boy's ass to give it a possessive little squeeze as he took another long drag of that joint. Simply waiting for that hopefully magical added ingredient to do what it should.
There's an arch of an eyebrow at those words but all the same that hand was going to drop away from Nick's ass to instead raise to be in the other's view again.]
Infernal magic is a little different from most witches. Back in my realm, at least, many witches make a pact with a demon or one of the gods to get a diluted version of such power. A gift or a boon. [ He was just going to make a show of letting a fireball grow in his hand, about the size of a fist- the flames hot and blue.] Mine is something that's intricate to me. It's a part of me as much as the clay from which I was formed. [ He pointed out as that flame ball slowly seemed to freeze, in the other hand- ice starting to incase those licking flames as they crystallized. And a moment later, Caliban's hand smoothed over those flames before he rolled his hand up to show off the fact he'd turned that iceball into a crystal ball. Like a witch might use as a focus.]
Though if you wish to seem to change shape. I can do that as well- [ He pointed out as he dropped his head back against the seat with a soft smile.]
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[ two can play at that game, though. nick's quick to follow the gesture, from the joint of his own placed carefully between his lips, to the snap of his own fingers. fire has never been nick's strong suit and it shows, the little flame that flashes into existence is a smaller thing that caliban's, hardly sustainable at all, but it's enough to light the end of his joint and that's all that really matters.
he tips his head back to let out an exhale of his own, up into the air above them, and when he looks back down again it's with a little grin. nick's sobriety has never included weed, a loophole he'd made for himself, and while it probably misses the point a little, it does mean he doesn't have to worry about feeling guilty over relapses right now. instead he just grazes his thumb over caliban's cheek where the one hand is still settled there, holding his gaze for a moment. ]
I think you're right, you know. There's a very high chance. [ he leans in a little, just because he can, just because they're close enough, and drops his voice lower like he's sharing a secret. ] You know the best way to fuck when you're high is exactly like this. Nice and slow, lazy. I could sit on your cock for hours, really drag it out. Think that'll keep you distracted for a bit?
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[ Caliban's magic was quite impressive by all accounts- he knew quite the number of rituals and magic of his world by heart because he was, after all, made from magic all the way to his core. Caliban watches the other light up his own join with a lopsided and lazy smirk but does hold back a few comments about the other *cute* little flame compared to his.
While the weed hadn't kicked in just yet, he was just going to admire the other- taking in the sight of him, Nick was beautiful. Even with Caliban's usual standards for mortals. He tilted his head into that thumb as it brushed over his cheek and the other's gaze without hesitation. ]
Oh? A very high chance... [ He hummed, more amused than anything as the other leaned in close and there's a sharp little intake of his breath at those words, the demon's eyes dropping to watch Nick's lips as they talked. ] The sight of you speared on my cock, little one, how could that not keep me so distracted? It sounds like the most delightful way to fuck- [ Though watching someone fuck themselves down on his impressive cock was always one of his favorites.] Lazy sounds like perfection, Nicky my boy.
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[ god knows nick loves himself a distraction, he understands the desire for one well, and since there's really nothing he can do to solve the situation of an absent magnus, that's about all he can do instead. distract, cheer up, and hope that when the momentum wears off, caliban is just a little better for it.
for the moment he just plants a hand low on caliban's chest, almost at his stomach with his fingers spread out wide across it, the other hand busy bringing the joint back up to his own lips. inhale, hold, exhale, repeat. it's an easy pattern to keep up, as he shifts to settle more comfortably in caliban's lap. ]
You know, I've hardly seen any of your magic. You could show me a little, if you want.
[ mostly because he wants to give it time for the weed to settle in, really take advantage of the lazy buzz, but there's also no denying his curiosity. ]
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[ He teased lightly as he gives a soft little hum as the other settled on his lap proper- his own hand raising his joint to his lips as he takes another long drag of it before blowing smoke out from between his lips. His other hand moves down, along Nick's back, trailing along his spine till it brushes down over the curve of the boy's ass to give it a possessive little squeeze as he took another long drag of that joint. Simply waiting for that hopefully magical added ingredient to do what it should.
There's an arch of an eyebrow at those words but all the same that hand was going to drop away from Nick's ass to instead raise to be in the other's view again.]
Infernal magic is a little different from most witches. Back in my realm, at least, many witches make a pact with a demon or one of the gods to get a diluted version of such power. A gift or a boon. [ He was just going to make a show of letting a fireball grow in his hand, about the size of a fist- the flames hot and blue.] Mine is something that's intricate to me. It's a part of me as much as the clay from which I was formed. [ He pointed out as that flame ball slowly seemed to freeze, in the other hand- ice starting to incase those licking flames as they crystallized. And a moment later, Caliban's hand smoothed over those flames before he rolled his hand up to show off the fact he'd turned that iceball into a crystal ball. Like a witch might use as a focus.]
Though if you wish to seem to change shape. I can do that as well- [ He pointed out as he dropped his head back against the seat with a soft smile.]