[ 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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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.