[ There isn't an answer this time- instead there's just a tunnel of that fire right behind John before the Demon was there a moment later, one hand already curling up into John's dark locks to tug the other out of his seat and back against him. A hand curling around the boy's neck with a possessive little growl running though the demon's tone.]
You know damn well what you're doing.
[ There was that arousal, dark tone in each and every word as the blond tilted his head with a little suck of his cheek.]
[ Of course he knows what he's doing. He's been doing it for two years now to the demon and he never gets tired of it. Also? He doesn't think Caliban gets tired of it either.
Smirk on his lips despite the possessively rough way the demon manhandles him, he laughs a little as he presses back against the other, head tipping a little to better see his demon daddy. ]
What's the matter? Not like they'll steal me away from you with a contract.
[ It no doubt gives the game away that when the other presses back against him, John could no doubt already feel Caliban's thick, impressive cock pressing back against the mutant's ass. As much as he might pretend otherwise he did find the other's more...slutty nature quite attractive at the end of the day. But he was a demon who adored sin, after all, it was in his nature. ]
It's rather the principle of the thing- while you may such pretty words to the False God's son, you should rather be aware of that they are lies, my boy.
[ He pointed out as he reached a hand down to just place a hand right over John's crotch to give it a squeeze as he held the other by the neck, which also got a little pressure applied to it.]
No one in any universe will make you feel as I do, John. Drink as much come as you like- but you should crave only mine.
[ The sound he makes when Caliban grabs him is borderline lewd despite the little whine that he gives. This has always been their game they've played, from the first time they met in person at the falling apart house. Hard to believe it's been two years now since that initial meeting and, in the end, they're the last two standing out of their original "group" they'd come to have with others here.
Still, he squirms a bit against the demon, huff of laughter rough there on his lips. ]
[ God damn if that pretty lewd sound doesn't shoot through the demon in the most delicious way as he hears it. John always did have the best reactions to him- even in that first meeting when he'd become so very, very addicted to the mortal boy. It never seemed to lose its shine or it's power to the former king of hell.
He gives that cock another possessive squeeze as he lowers his head to brush his lips along the other neck, his teeth grazing against it.]
A very, very bad boy.
[ But his words are flavored with that affection tone even as he moved that hand on the others cock through his pants with a little hum.]
[ There he goes using that word he knows makes Caliban feel A Certain Sort Of Way. Even so, he can't help the sounds he makes at the attention the demon's hand and fingers give to him and he also can't help the way he pushes back into his fiery warmth.
This is just how they are, how they've always been and how they always will be here together, he thinks. Playing these sorts of games with one another while still remaining tangled up in each other's lives. John, sometimes being the one trying to run, but. He always comes back. How can he not? ]
[ There's a pause of those lips at John's neck at that word as it shoots through him like its own sort of magic. The demon feels his eyes darken and his cock gets that much more harder between his legs, straining against the fabric of his clothes almost in seconds. There's even a bit more of a growl as his fingers tighten a little more on the others cock and on his hip. That word really does make him feel a *certain* kinda way.
He knows John wields that word like a weapon most times and yet, it always, always works on him. It was nice to know that that fire between them might dim but for the most part- it was that same raging inferno that nearly destroyed that house they'd first met in. Even now- after so much loss between them on both sides. ]
Among other things. [ He murmured as he moved to undo John's pants with a deft hand, unzipping it before his hand smoothed over the others cock though his underwear.]
Fucking you till you pass the fuck out. Fucking every pretty hole you have. Leaking it leaking me. Showering you in my come, leaving you cockdrunk and eager for another little drop of my come. Begging for it on your knees. Left a pretty, come-covered boy for me.
[ He teased those words like his own kinda spell as he pressed himself up against John.]
Remind you just what a slut you are for me. For the man you should be on your knees for.
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they're all so good
it blurs together
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I am going to come remind you of some true universal faces my John.
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don't like how good their dicks are?
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You know damn well what you're doing.
[ There was that arousal, dark tone in each and every word as the blond tilted his head with a little suck of his cheek.]
My little slut.
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Smirk on his lips despite the possessively rough way the demon manhandles him, he laughs a little as he presses back against the other, head tipping a little to better see his demon daddy. ]
What's the matter? Not like they'll steal me away from you with a contract.
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It's rather the principle of the thing- while you may such pretty words to the False God's son, you should rather be aware of that they are lies, my boy.
[ He pointed out as he reached a hand down to just place a hand right over John's crotch to give it a squeeze as he held the other by the neck, which also got a little pressure applied to it.]
No one in any universe will make you feel as I do, John. Drink as much come as you like- but you should crave only mine.
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Still, he squirms a bit against the demon, huff of laughter rough there on his lips. ]
What can I say? I'm a bad boy.
[ And a little shit to boot. ]
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He gives that cock another possessive squeeze as he lowers his head to brush his lips along the other neck, his teeth grazing against it.]
A very, very bad boy.
[ But his words are flavored with that affection tone even as he moved that hand on the others cock through his pants with a little hum.]
Bad boys should be put in their place, I think.
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[ There he goes using that word he knows makes Caliban feel A Certain Sort Of Way. Even so, he can't help the sounds he makes at the attention the demon's hand and fingers give to him and he also can't help the way he pushes back into his fiery warmth.
This is just how they are, how they've always been and how they always will be here together, he thinks. Playing these sorts of games with one another while still remaining tangled up in each other's lives. John, sometimes being the one trying to run, but. He always comes back. How can he not? ]
Being put on your big cock?
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He knows John wields that word like a weapon most times and yet, it always, always works on him. It was nice to know that that fire between them might dim but for the most part- it was that same raging inferno that nearly destroyed that house they'd first met in. Even now- after so much loss between them on both sides. ]
Among other things. [ He murmured as he moved to undo John's pants with a deft hand, unzipping it before his hand smoothed over the others cock though his underwear.]
Fucking you till you pass the fuck out. Fucking every pretty hole you have. Leaking it leaking me. Showering you in my come, leaving you cockdrunk and eager for another little drop of my come. Begging for it on your knees. Left a pretty, come-covered boy for me.
[ He teased those words like his own kinda spell as he pressed himself up against John.]
Remind you just what a slut you are for me. For the man you should be on your knees for.