[ Reggie, on the other hand, might have a somewhat natural head for business, but legalities? Contracts? No way, that shit is already complicated enough to him without having to also potentially try outmaneuvering whoever the contract is with... that's just not his wheelhouse.
Not that he didn't trust Nick, or Betty, even Caliban, not to put any tricks or traps in there he'd be almost certain not to catch; what else can he do? ]
Claritys fine by me I just dunno what that involves Like idk what else to put IN a contract except for the stuff I already said, but We can talk about it if u want
Anyway would there even be any room for me in ur bed? Like what abt ur other sub
Mostly it simply involves honesty- and you not being scared to ask for what you wish in plain terms. Everything else will be what you expect, of course, I promise to take care of you for X amount of time and I will provide what you need while you're there. It's just any...extra things that mostly need to be talked about but if it's only thinks we've talked about, I imagine it will be fine.
Heh. John does share my bed on most nights, I'll admit. Though there are many nights he seeing his boyfriend- and nights where I doubt he'd mind if you joined us. There would be room, of course.
Yeah Well I'm not too worried You know me I'm not exactly shy about speakin up when I have something to say
[ Not that he doesn't have his moments and subjects of shame and embarrassment where he does hold back, where he wants to stamp down and hide from the things he really wants, but... ]
And I'm sure we'll work out a good system in no time Hard to say one way or the other b4 Ive even moved in
No, you're not shy about such things at all.- though that boldness is one of the things I often find myself adoring with you. Then I shall leave it to your digression if anything you wish to change or alter about the contract, you will speak up and let me know.
Exactly. We've worked together well once before- I can't see why the three of us won't find a perfect way to indulge ourselves in the situation like this. Regardless- I will simply enjoy having you close enough to tug into my lap to taste those perfect lips of yours.
I shall make sure everything is perfect before I send in the contract, of course but consider yourself mine for the future.
[ As to which part he's applying that to-- well, Reggie doesn't elaborate. Maybe just some of what Caliban is saying, maybe the last thing he said, maybe all of it. ]
Hm...Then pack up, and come over to the house, I shall get reacquainted with that body of yours. And you're right- though I always wish for you to be in my bed, or tied to it at least, so I shall give into such temptation for now.
[ Their timing is actually pretty good, getting this sorted out before the rain and flooding that's to come, because it means Reggie can drive right over without incident. He was already living in the Up so it doesn't take long, even though Caliban has moved from being more conveniently just down the hall of the Up apartments, but Reggie really doesn't have much stuff, so it's easy to park, grab his dog and his duffel bag out of the car, and walk right up to the door. ]
[ While Caliban hadn't actually submitted the contract yet, it was still going to be nice to actually have the other here with them and after clearing everything with John. He felt even more confident in that choice.
It takes a few moments before Caliban was tugging open the door to the house- the words "Pandemonium" were proudly engraved onto a sign next to the door- but naming the house after the main city of hell...well, certainly felt like a very Caliban choice.
The demon as always opens the door wearing an open shirt, the white shirt doing nothing to hide any of his abs or chest as he leaned against the door frame and dropped his eyes down to Reggie's bags and the dog with a little amused smirk before flicking his eyes back up to Reggie.]
Well hello handsome.
Welcome home.
[ After all that's what it was going to be for the next little while. The demon stepped out of the door frame to allow the other entry, though he did reach a hand out to brush along the others arm in a intimate little welcoming touch.]
Hey there. [ He looks around as Caliban let him in. ] Pretty nice place you got here.
[ He says it with a little smirk, but he means it, too, having observed the impressive exterior before Caliban opened the door and now sweeping his eyes around the inside. Moose yips and wiggles in his arms so Reggie sets the little bulldog down, letting him trot off to explore and acclimate for himself; he's a good dog, easygoing and adaptable, so Reggie trusts him not to cause problems.
Setting his duffel bag and backpack down, Reggie looks back over at Caliban, his smile growing just a little, and moves closer. ]
[ Which might have explained why everything was either black or red or vaguely Victorian. There's a little tilt of his head as he watches the dog run off to explore the house- a little impressed that he didn't get the other barking, demons tended to set off most animals where he was from.
Caliban turns his attention pretty quickly back to the Reggie, however, a broad smile playing along his lips at those words.]
But of course- it's not exactly a burden.
[ He pointed out as a hand reached out to easily brush along Reggie's hip to give it a possessive little squeeze.]
I should thank you for being so willing to be under my care in such a way.
[ After having finally adjusted to Reggie's werewolf scent there isn't too much that unsettles Moose anymore, at least on a level that makes him freak out and start barking. It's possible he does want to get away from Caliban, which would account for the somewhat hasty click of his nails as he disappears down the hallway, but even in that case he'll adjust, always does. Reggie considers briefly that all this moving around is probably hard on the dog, more so than it is on him, but then he pushes the thought away again, still not ready to consider more longterm options; even asking a Dom for his own place would probably get complicated once the contract lapsed, so, so far he hasn't bothered.
Reggie leans in to the touch, smiling again, fingers brushing the bare flesh of Caliban's exposed abs. He does like Caliban, but truthfully he's also a bit nervous about staying here, especially relieved that he's only sticking to three months for the time being, because if he stayed here longer -- and no doubt he'll be tempted to -- he feels like he'd be especially at risk for catching feelings, which isn't what he wants right now. Rather, he just can't handle that right now. Talk about complicated. It's already embarrassing enough he actually admitted that to Caliban a month or so ago when that truth compulsion had been going around. ]
Well, I trust you. [ He shrugs it off, keeping the statement and the sentiment casual. ] And I mostly take care of myself anyway.
[ Caliban just gives a soft little hum as those fingers brush along his abs and his body mirror's Reggie as it leans into that touch, clearly seeking more of it. Caliban himself was aware he'd expressed enough interest in the werewolf that he'd made it quite clear he'd be happy to contract with the other- considering Reggie himself was one of the very first people he'd run into on his arrival in the city, it was naturally going to be an easy thing to say yes to- though even he couldn't deny that it wasn't more than a little complicated if anyone including the demon thought about this whole arrangement for more than five seconds. Even John had asked if he had feelings for Reggie if that was at least part of the reason why he was accepting such a contract- Caliban had answered as honestly as he could in the moment, and if you threw Caliban's own feelings on Nick Scratch- one of the mortals to leave him to his death into the mix. Well it just really made it worse. Even Reggie's own words played on the demons mind at times, the admission had quite something. Complicated or not..
Well, they still had three months together right? ]
Oh, trusting the former King of Hell- some would call you foolish for such a move you know. [ He pointed out as he gave a little squeeze to the others hip again, easily slotting his body against the werewolves' with a little tilt of his head as his eyes danced over at Reggie.] Perhaps you do but your burdens are now mine as well, so you do not have to shoulder them alone.
[ The demons words danced playfully but with that total sincerity that was hard to fake even for someone like Caliban. ]
[ The nice thing about the two of them is that it is at least very easy not to focus on those complications that exist between them, push all that into the background in favor of the flirting and the sheer sizzling intensity of their sex, things Reggie gratefully holds onto so his mind won't travel down any roads he doesn't want it to. He doesn't know about Caliban and John's relationship -- the full nature of it, that is -- but no doubt he'll sense the vibe of it fairly quickly once they've all been cohabitating for a little while, and might even feel somewhat guilty at that point, knowing how uncomfortable he'd been when Nick had considered or actually taken on other submissives, but...
It's three months. Just three months. And while John had seemed a bit off last time Reggie talked to him, asking him for drugs to help him feel numb, Reggie had no reason to assume that was related to him and Caliban contracting, not yet anyway. John had seemed pretty fine about that, and what else can Reggie do but take it at face value? ]
Yeah, but you're the King of Hell, not like, the devil. [ Reggie actually has no idea what the difference really is, but. He assumes there is one. ] And why shouldn't I trust you? You've never let me down before.
[ There's an undercurrent of intimacy, of affection, to Caliban's touch, and Reggie both enjoys and fears it, tries to pretend like he doesn't notice it. He leans in to kiss Caliban on the mouth, not gently but with a wet, hungry urgency. ]
[ There's a little smirk at those words though- more than a little amused. The other wasn't wrong as Caliban wasn't Lucifer nor a fallen angel like him. So it was a enough of a distinction that it worked in Caliban's head.]
Former King. [ Caliban countered with a little brush of his tongue along his lower lip as he was unable to forget that little detail nor the feeling of the void consuming him and his grief back home. Still he blinked thoughts away as he gave a lopsided smile.] True enough and I do hope I never find myself in such position, I think letting you down is hardly a desirable outcome. Your sad eyes alone would break me.
[ Caliban admitted softly- amusement running though his voice. Caliban easily responds to that hungry kiss with one of his own. It's a filthy, intense kiss as the demon finally presses the other up against the nearest wall to keep it going, to fall into Reggie's taste and presence. Perhaps the other didn't want intimacy but sinful dirty sex? Now the demon had always been the person to come to for that.]
[ Reggie scoffs a little at the sad eyes comment, not dismissively but in that typical defensive way of his, like I don't have sad eyes, I've never even been sad in my life, even though obviously there's no real point in trying to deny it-- luckily there's no need to, no need for him to talk at all, because within moments they're attached at the mouth with such ferocity that attempting to separate them would probably be like trying to pry apart magnets.
Groaning against Caliban's lips, Reggie submits easily, letting his back hit the wall and his hands dig into the thick golden waves of the demon's hair. Caliban does always make things easy, and Reggie appreciates that about him more than he could ever acknowledge even to himself, that freedom offered so generously to avoid thinking and distract himself from his feelings; he's never been good with his emotions, with facing or processing the difficult and painful ones. ]
Mmh--
[ He groans again, panting in between breaths whenever their mouths briefly come apart, then crash together again, the kiss growing increasingly wet and sloppy by the time Reggie drops a hand down to Caliban's waist to tear open the front of his pants. ]
[ There's a gentle laugh in reaction to that scoff because somehow that whole reaction just proved him right, no? Reggie truly could be adorable at times. Thankfully it's not like either one of them can really chase down that line of argument once their lips meet and that raw, pure passion seems to ignite from them both. The demon chasing every last groan and sound like it was the finest drug in the world- letting the sounds run though his body like fireworks. So he chases kiss after kiss as he feels those hands slid though his long blond hair, nipping and teasing the others plump lips a few teasing times. '
Caliban could indulge in sinful acts like this every moment of every day, it was one of the reasons he'd thrived so well in the city when he first arrived but even among his many adventures, the taste and feeling of Reggie was something quite unique. His tongue even presses between those lips for a moment or two- as if to fall into that feeling for a little bit longer.
His lips do part from the others as he feels the others hand manage front of those pants- revelling no underwear if the bare flesh that was shown off as the pants hung loose around his waist was anything to go by.
The question does get a look because...well, he was a god damn demon, Reggie. His hands move effortlessly to find the others hips and lift the muscled hunk up, easily dropping one to find the others legs to slip around his waist as his lips kiss at the others jawline with a pleased little hum.]
[ Look, Reggie means no offense by the question, he's just well-aware that he's a pretty big guy, tall and heavy with muscle-- quite likely too heavy for a regular human being Caliban's size, after all there is a reason Reggie doesn't have sex in this position very often as the bottom, but that is rather a perk of fucking demons, isn't it? Not to mention witches, werewolves, superheroes...
Caliban lifts him with such a weightless ease that Reggie can't help the noise that escapes him, a soft, startled, excited little yelp that would probably be almost interchangeable with the delighted squeal of a prom queen who's just been literally swept off her feet by her handsome date. Reggie grins at the achievement, face flushed and slightly giddy, and tightens his legs around Caliban's waist to hold himself firmly in place. ]
Good, [ he says with a nod, leaning in for another kiss that's rough with tongue and teeth, an intensity that'd be bruising to anyone else but them. ] F-fuck...
[ His cock presses achingly against the front of his tight jeans, the pressure both unbearable and yet strangely pleasant at the same time, but he's too impatient to try and fumble them open, work them down. ]
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Not that he didn't trust Nick, or Betty, even Caliban, not to put any tricks or traps in there he'd be almost certain not to catch; what else can he do? ]
Claritys fine by me I just dunno what that involves
Like idk what else to put IN a contract except for the stuff I already said, but
We can talk about it if u want
Anyway would there even be any room for me in ur bed?
Like what abt ur other sub
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Heh.
John does share my bed on most nights, I'll admit. Though there are many nights he seeing his boyfriend- and nights where I doubt he'd mind if you joined us.
There would be room, of course.
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Well
I'm not too worried
You know me I'm not exactly shy about speakin up when I have something to say
[ Not that he doesn't have his moments and subjects of shame and embarrassment where he does hold back, where he wants to stamp down and hide from the things he really wants, but... ]
And I'm sure we'll work out a good system in no time
Hard to say one way or the other b4 Ive even moved in
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Exactly. We've worked together well once before- I can't see why the three of us won't find a perfect way to indulge ourselves in the situation like this.
Regardless- I will simply enjoy having you close enough to tug into my lap to taste those perfect lips of yours.
I shall make sure everything is perfect before I send in the contract, of course but consider yourself mine for the future.
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[ As to which part he's applying that to-- well, Reggie doesn't elaborate. Maybe just some of what Caliban is saying, maybe the last thing he said, maybe all of it. ]
So
When would u want me moving in?
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...
But of course, I should allow you to get your affairs in order- assuming you need such a thing.
How's the end of the week?
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It's not like I rly have that much stuff to pack up
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You're not letting me be particularly strong willed, are you?
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It not like u couldnt always just order me into ur bed if thats what u wanted
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And you're right- though I always wish for you to be in my bed, or tied to it at least, so I shall give into such temptation for now.
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And if I'm late u can tie me to the bed
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Can't wait-
See you soon.
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I'm on my way now
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I'll be waiting.
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Caliban, you in there? It's me.
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It takes a few moments before Caliban was tugging open the door to the house- the words "Pandemonium" were proudly engraved onto a sign next to the door- but naming the house after the main city of hell...well, certainly felt like a very Caliban choice.
The demon as always opens the door wearing an open shirt, the white shirt doing nothing to hide any of his abs or chest as he leaned against the door frame and dropped his eyes down to Reggie's bags and the dog with a little amused smirk before flicking his eyes back up to Reggie.]
Well hello handsome.
Welcome home.
[ After all that's what it was going to be for the next little while. The demon stepped out of the door frame to allow the other entry, though he did reach a hand out to brush along the others arm in a intimate little welcoming touch.]
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[ He says it with a little smirk, but he means it, too, having observed the impressive exterior before Caliban opened the door and now sweeping his eyes around the inside. Moose yips and wiggles in his arms so Reggie sets the little bulldog down, letting him trot off to explore and acclimate for himself; he's a good dog, easygoing and adaptable, so Reggie trusts him not to cause problems.
Setting his duffel bag and backpack down, Reggie looks back over at Caliban, his smile growing just a little, and moves closer. ]
Thanks for doin' this.
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[ Which might have explained why everything was either black or red or vaguely Victorian. There's a little tilt of his head as he watches the dog run off to explore the house- a little impressed that he didn't get the other barking, demons tended to set off most animals where he was from.
Caliban turns his attention pretty quickly back to the Reggie, however, a broad smile playing along his lips at those words.]
But of course- it's not exactly a burden.
[ He pointed out as a hand reached out to easily brush along Reggie's hip to give it a possessive little squeeze.]
I should thank you for being so willing to be under my care in such a way.
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Reggie leans in to the touch, smiling again, fingers brushing the bare flesh of Caliban's exposed abs. He does like Caliban, but truthfully he's also a bit nervous about staying here, especially relieved that he's only sticking to three months for the time being, because if he stayed here longer -- and no doubt he'll be tempted to -- he feels like he'd be especially at risk for catching feelings, which isn't what he wants right now. Rather, he just can't handle that right now. Talk about complicated. It's already embarrassing enough he actually admitted that to Caliban a month or so ago when that truth compulsion had been going around. ]
Well, I trust you. [ He shrugs it off, keeping the statement and the sentiment casual. ] And I mostly take care of myself anyway.
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Well, they still had three months together right? ]
Oh, trusting the former King of Hell- some would call you foolish for such a move you know. [ He pointed out as he gave a little squeeze to the others hip again, easily slotting his body against the werewolves' with a little tilt of his head as his eyes danced over at Reggie.] Perhaps you do but your burdens are now mine as well, so you do not have to shoulder them alone.
[ The demons words danced playfully but with that total sincerity that was hard to fake even for someone like Caliban. ]
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It's three months. Just three months. And while John had seemed a bit off last time Reggie talked to him, asking him for drugs to help him feel numb, Reggie had no reason to assume that was related to him and Caliban contracting, not yet anyway. John had seemed pretty fine about that, and what else can Reggie do but take it at face value? ]
Yeah, but you're the King of Hell, not like, the devil. [ Reggie actually has no idea what the difference really is, but. He assumes there is one. ] And why shouldn't I trust you? You've never let me down before.
[ There's an undercurrent of intimacy, of affection, to Caliban's touch, and Reggie both enjoys and fears it, tries to pretend like he doesn't notice it. He leans in to kiss Caliban on the mouth, not gently but with a wet, hungry urgency. ]
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Former King. [ Caliban countered with a little brush of his tongue along his lower lip as he was unable to forget that little detail nor the feeling of the void consuming him and his grief back home. Still he blinked thoughts away as he gave a lopsided smile.] True enough and I do hope I never find myself in such position, I think letting you down is hardly a desirable outcome. Your sad eyes alone would break me.
[ Caliban admitted softly- amusement running though his voice. Caliban easily responds to that hungry kiss with one of his own. It's a filthy, intense kiss as the demon finally presses the other up against the nearest wall to keep it going, to fall into Reggie's taste and presence. Perhaps the other didn't want intimacy but sinful dirty sex? Now the demon had always been the person to come to for that.]
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Groaning against Caliban's lips, Reggie submits easily, letting his back hit the wall and his hands dig into the thick golden waves of the demon's hair. Caliban does always make things easy, and Reggie appreciates that about him more than he could ever acknowledge even to himself, that freedom offered so generously to avoid thinking and distract himself from his feelings; he's never been good with his emotions, with facing or processing the difficult and painful ones. ]
Mmh--
[ He groans again, panting in between breaths whenever their mouths briefly come apart, then crash together again, the kiss growing increasingly wet and sloppy by the time Reggie drops a hand down to Caliban's waist to tear open the front of his pants. ]
Think you can lift me?
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Caliban could indulge in sinful acts like this every moment of every day, it was one of the reasons he'd thrived so well in the city when he first arrived but even among his many adventures, the taste and feeling of Reggie was something quite unique. His tongue even presses between those lips for a moment or two- as if to fall into that feeling for a little bit longer.
His lips do part from the others as he feels the others hand manage front of those pants- revelling no underwear if the bare flesh that was shown off as the pants hung loose around his waist was anything to go by.
The question does get a look because...well, he was a god damn demon, Reggie. His hands move effortlessly to find the others hips and lift the muscled hunk up, easily dropping one to find the others legs to slip around his waist as his lips kiss at the others jawline with a pleased little hum.]
How's that?
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Caliban lifts him with such a weightless ease that Reggie can't help the noise that escapes him, a soft, startled, excited little yelp that would probably be almost interchangeable with the delighted squeal of a prom queen who's just been literally swept off her feet by her handsome date. Reggie grins at the achievement, face flushed and slightly giddy, and tightens his legs around Caliban's waist to hold himself firmly in place. ]
Good, [ he says with a nod, leaning in for another kiss that's rough with tongue and teeth, an intensity that'd be bruising to anyone else but them. ] F-fuck...
[ His cock presses achingly against the front of his tight jeans, the pressure both unbearable and yet strangely pleasant at the same time, but he's too impatient to try and fumble them open, work them down. ]
Come on-- go ahead and tear them off me.
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