If I was just taking someone to a place just to fuck. I could just use the backrooms of the Grey Room. But no, it's my home. And if that's you're desire. I can certainly show you around.
[ Let it be never said that Caliban doesn't follow up on such promises, it's just getting dark when that fire dances around the spot in front of the other door before just like that the demon was standing in front of Oli's house. His hand raises as he gives a quick few knocks. Realistically he could have just appeared in the others room but that seemed...rude.
The demon was dressed in his usual style, which meant an open black vest that showed off his chest, and simple black tight pants.]
It turns out lateish isn't an actual time.
[ Caliban muttered, mostly to himself. Mortals were still strange sometimes.]
( he could have, and it wouldn't be the first time someone just dropped themselves into his space, but clearly this is more fun. oliver opens the door, the usual slightly oversized tee and tight jeans that has become his staple outfit since snagging nick's shit became less convenient.
hip leans against the door frame and forearm resting against it up above his head, as he raises a brow at caliban. )
Lateish is like, sometime between six and eleven. After dinner, before when people generally go to bed. So you're just on time, congrats.
[ There's a little flick of his eyes down at the sight of Oli as he tilts his head just at touch. How is it fair that the other could look good even in something so casual like that? He almost misses the other words before he takes a few steps forward toward the other.]
I fear there are some mortal things I might never get a handle on, and that is certainly one of them. Though it is nice to know I'm not being such an imposition.
[ A hand reaches out to curl along the other hip boldly, his thumb tracing along the other's hipbone.]
( but he'll bitch at caliban when he is a nuisance. oliver's not one to turn down an opening to bitch. caliban steps forward, and oliver tips his head up, moves his hand off the wall to press his hand against the other's chest. leans into him a little, to press a soft kiss against his jawline. )
I'm sure you'll let me know if such a thing ever happens.
[ Because god knows he knows the other well enough that he doubted the other would hold his tongue in such a situation. There's a soft hum at that nice kiss to his jawline and the demon takes a moment to turn his head to catch Oli's lips with his in a quick, if a little hungry kiss before he finally answers those words.]
It's not cheating, my pretty mortal. [ He pointed out as those flames licked around both their feet before suddenly being transported to Caliban's living room.] It's merely efficient.
( it's cheating because oliver can't do it and he's jealous. if he could instantaneously be wherever he wanted to be without someone doing it for him, he'd never have to take the elevator again, or take a shitton of time moving from nate's closest clowndoor to his house to wherever the closest door to where he's going is.
but caliban's kiss pre-telling him how it isn't cheating is enough to keep him from arguing for the moment--and caliban's fancy demon-y flames help them go to point a to b. they reach caliban's living room, and oliver offers over a little smarmy smirk before he's leaning up onto his toes. presses another quick, hungry kiss to his mouth and shoves off of caliban, so he can go snooping. )
Who's your sub? ( did they have this conversation before? oliver doesn't remember. ) I'm guessing you've got one, considering. ( that caliban would be shit out of luck by now if he didn't--and he's been here since forever, so. )
[ There's a smile into that quick, hungry kiss and Caliban takes it for everything it words before the other slipping though his fingers to go look through his place. Caliban watches the other with a little smile dancing along his lips. Was there ever a moment when Oli wasn't cute?]
John Allerdyce. He's one of the mutants. We've been together..more than a year? [ He mused lightly, how time flies since he first met the fire wielder.] But I've taken on temporary contracts outside of that.
Though many of the people I did take on have left. [ As was the nature of the city and Caliban added that with a little shrug of his shoulders.]
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I see. I was unaware.
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dont really want to share a coven with her
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I would never put you in a position you disliked.
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that's why i like you ❤️
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I like you too, sweetheart.
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It was very cute.
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but maybe you can earn it back later
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Well- you know I'd do quite anything for you already. So.
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My actual home you mean?
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i came over like once, if that's actually your house and not some place you take people you're fucking, but i didn't see much of it
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But no, it's my home. And if that's you're desire. I can certainly show you around.
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or are you romanticizing saying 'tomorrow'?
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pick me up lateish on the 1st 😘😘
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The demon was dressed in his usual style, which meant an open black vest that showed off his chest, and simple black tight pants.]
It turns out lateish isn't an actual time.
[ Caliban muttered, mostly to himself. Mortals were still strange sometimes.]
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hip leans against the door frame and forearm resting against it up above his head, as he raises a brow at caliban. )
Lateish is like, sometime between six and eleven. After dinner, before when people generally go to bed. So you're just on time, congrats.
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I fear there are some mortal things I might never get a handle on, and that is certainly one of them. Though it is nice to know I'm not being such an imposition.
[ A hand reaches out to curl along the other hip boldly, his thumb tracing along the other's hipbone.]
Shall we go?
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( but he'll bitch at caliban when he is a nuisance. oliver's not one to turn down an opening to bitch. caliban steps forward, and oliver tips his head up, moves his hand off the wall to press his hand against the other's chest. leans into him a little, to press a soft kiss against his jawline. )
Are we cheating, or walking?
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[ Because god knows he knows the other well enough that he doubted the other would hold his tongue in such a situation. There's a soft hum at that nice kiss to his jawline and the demon takes a moment to turn his head to catch Oli's lips with his in a quick, if a little hungry kiss before he finally answers those words.]
It's not cheating, my pretty mortal. [ He pointed out as those flames licked around both their feet before suddenly being transported to Caliban's living room.] It's merely efficient.
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but caliban's kiss pre-telling him how it isn't cheating is enough to keep him from arguing for the moment--and caliban's fancy demon-y flames help them go to point a to b. they reach caliban's living room, and oliver offers over a little smarmy smirk before he's leaning up onto his toes. presses another quick, hungry kiss to his mouth and shoves off of caliban, so he can go snooping. )
Who's your sub? ( did they have this conversation before? oliver doesn't remember. ) I'm guessing you've got one, considering. ( that caliban would be shit out of luck by now if he didn't--and he's been here since forever, so. )
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John Allerdyce. He's one of the mutants. We've been together..more than a year? [ He mused lightly, how time flies since he first met the fire wielder.] But I've taken on temporary contracts outside of that.
Though many of the people I did take on have left. [ As was the nature of the city and Caliban added that with a little shrug of his shoulders.]
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