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.]
( outside of his hobby of network stalking anyway. mutants isn't a term he remembers being thrown around, so he'll add stalk the network to sift through it for what john's supposed to be. if he gets bored enough later.
oliver makes his way straight into the kitchen, because sifting through others' cabinets is clearly the best way to start snooping through their lives. and also: he wants a snack. )
But that answers the whole are you more of a three months then fuck off or a stick with it if it works kind of guy. Does he live here?
[ He's not that surprised- you either knew John or you didn't- there was never a middle ground with him. He'd either burn down your house or you didn't know him from another random person on the street.
Caliban follows the other- moving though to the kitchen before he drops himself against the wall as he watches the other rummage though his kitchen. He'll no doubt find a packet of salt and vinegar chips stashed there, with Caliban had a taste for those days. ]
It's been two years and John tried to stab me with a knife once- I'd say stick with it certainly seems to be the better option. He does- part-time. He also has a private room in the Grey Room which he likes to live in from time to time. He likes to have a life outside us.
[ Which at the time, had hurt Caliban. And leaves hm alone more often than he'd like to admit.]
( chips'll work. oliver doesn't ask before he's pulling them out and ripping the bag open. holds the edge of the bag between fingers as he moves to snoop further into the house. he's not looking for anything in particular, more just--looking to look. he's nosy and needs to know where things are. )
That's cute. I stabbed my first dom, but it wasn't like, fun stabbing or anything. He died a little after and neever came back.
( not that anyone wanted to see his stupid face anymore, either. )
Theo likes to play with knives, but he's not a dom. Just the sub I pull along with me.
[ Caliban just follows the other with his eyes- watching him move through from the kitchen to the corridor. On the left, he'd see a big dark red wooden door that led to Caliban's sex dungeon and on the right, there were stairs that led down to Caliban's carpentry work room. And then there were stairs that led up to the second floor.
There was a little arch of his eyebrows at those words, however.]
How very, very dramatic.
[ He wasn't entirely sure who the other first dom was- but it seemed rather rude to ask about that.c There was a little wave of his hand as a engraved magical knife appeared in Caliban's hand and he looked down at it idly with a title of his head. ]
It depends on my lover- I suppose- I cut into Nate and fucked him drench in his blood. Though he was using certain magical enhancements but it was at least very, very memorable.
[ He mused before the knife vanished again in that same puff of fire it appeared in before the pushed off the wall and moved down towards the other as he followed though the house.]
Not my kink, asshole just deserved it. And what fun would it be if it wasn't overly dramatic?
( sometimes stabbing an asshole is just the correct way to handle one's problems. even if it wasn't as successful as oliver had been aiming for, the end result was still what he was going for. oliver opens the first door on the left, purses his lips as he takes in the. very obvious dungeon. and lets himself in to start snooping through caliban's toys while shoving more chips into his mouth. )
Shit's going to get so much more boring without Nate around. You know? Like who's gonna take over breaking shit because fuck the system and fuck listening to stupid rules? Not me.
( the chip bag gets set aside to grab onto a pair of cuffs, pulling the cuff loose so he can wrap fingers around the joint used to snap them together. points the serrated edge towards caliban. )
Remind me to never find myself on your bad side, pretty witch.
[ Not that he was entirely sure stabbing him would do *much* since he was made of magical clay. Still, it might fucking hurt. The demon follows the other with his eyes before he takes those few steps to follow him into his dungeon. His shoulder fell against the door as he lingered there- there was still no comment as the other peered at the various toys that they had lying around. A room like this was almost a requirement for a dominant in this city, so it wasn't anything too shocking.]
I'll admit that this city will have a little...less color without his presence. He never failed to leave an impression. Though give it a month and John will no doubt be burning down a building or three.
[His eyebrows do raise a touch as the other snaps those cuffs and points at them with him.]
And why not? Not many people in this city I can fuck around with like that.
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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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( outside of his hobby of network stalking anyway. mutants isn't a term he remembers being thrown around, so he'll add stalk the network to sift through it for what john's supposed to be. if he gets bored enough later.
oliver makes his way straight into the kitchen, because sifting through others' cabinets is clearly the best way to start snooping through their lives. and also: he wants a snack. )
But that answers the whole are you more of a three months then fuck off or a stick with it if it works kind of guy. Does he live here?
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[ He's not that surprised- you either knew John or you didn't- there was never a middle ground with him. He'd either burn down your house or you didn't know him from another random person on the street.
Caliban follows the other- moving though to the kitchen before he drops himself against the wall as he watches the other rummage though his kitchen. He'll no doubt find a packet of salt and vinegar chips stashed there, with Caliban had a taste for those days. ]
It's been two years and John tried to stab me with a knife once- I'd say stick with it certainly seems to be the better option. He does- part-time. He also has a private room in the Grey Room which he likes to live in from time to time. He likes to have a life outside us.
[ Which at the time, had hurt Caliban. And leaves hm alone more often than he'd like to admit.]
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That's cute. I stabbed my first dom, but it wasn't like, fun stabbing or anything. He died a little after and neever came back.
( not that anyone wanted to see his stupid face anymore, either. )
Theo likes to play with knives, but he's not a dom. Just the sub I pull along with me.
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There was a little arch of his eyebrows at those words, however.]
How very, very dramatic.
[ He wasn't entirely sure who the other first dom was- but it seemed rather rude to ask about that.c There was a little wave of his hand as a engraved magical knife appeared in Caliban's hand and he looked down at it idly with a title of his head. ]
It depends on my lover- I suppose- I cut into Nate and fucked him drench in his blood. Though he was using certain magical enhancements but it was at least very, very memorable.
[ He mused before the knife vanished again in that same puff of fire it appeared in before the pushed off the wall and moved down towards the other as he followed though the house.]
And I'm aware of Theo.
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( sometimes stabbing an asshole is just the correct way to handle one's problems. even if it wasn't as successful as oliver had been aiming for, the end result was still what he was going for. oliver opens the first door on the left, purses his lips as he takes in the. very obvious dungeon. and lets himself in to start snooping through caliban's toys while shoving more chips into his mouth. )
Shit's going to get so much more boring without Nate around. You know? Like who's gonna take over breaking shit because fuck the system and fuck listening to stupid rules? Not me.
( the chip bag gets set aside to grab onto a pair of cuffs, pulling the cuff loose so he can wrap fingers around the joint used to snap them together. points the serrated edge towards caliban. )
You can't fuck around with Theo like that.
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[ Not that he was entirely sure stabbing him would do *much* since he was made of magical clay. Still, it might fucking hurt. The demon follows the other with his eyes before he takes those few steps to follow him into his dungeon. His shoulder fell against the door as he lingered there- there was still no comment as the other peered at the various toys that they had lying around. A room like this was almost a requirement for a dominant in this city, so it wasn't anything too shocking.]
I'll admit that this city will have a little...less color without his presence. He never failed to leave an impression. Though give it a month and John will no doubt be burning down a building or three.
[His eyebrows do raise a touch as the other snaps those cuffs and points at them with him.]
And why not? Not many people in this city I can fuck around with like that.
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