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. ]
[ It's nearly impossible to stop the broad smirk that pulls across Caliban's face at that small little yelping sound from Reggie. How could not find that more than a little enjoyable? He almost feels chest tighten at that silly, happy giddy grin on the others face. Though once he feels the others legs tighten proper around his waist, the demons eyes were already darkening with arousal and need for the somewhat mortal boy.
There's a sound from Caliban this time at that bruising, filthy kiss between them as he can't help but chase every last moment he can get of it from the other. Hell, his tongue was already brushing over his lower lip as they part again, chasing the taste of the other. He sucks on the inside of his cheek at that little swear word- and at the knowledge that he'd already gotten the other this hard, this quickly. ]
Heh. As you command- [ While one hand keeps the others legs firm around his waist, the other was just going to brush down the others chest, along those abs and firm beautiful oh so sculped muscles to tease along the front of the others jeans to give that aching cock a loving if rather firm, squeeze- rewarding the other with his touch before the fingers worked back up to the waistband of those jeans and- true to the others words, the demon was just going to tear them open, then then he ripped the fabric popper and into a few shreds as he continued to work to pull them off with such little ease thanks to that demonic strength.
The other would certainly be able to feel his own cock, thick and impossibly huge, getting harder y the moment, already resting against Reggie's ass as he let that fabric drop to the ground.
He'd no doubt buy or magic some new garments for the other later- right now he just.. needed the other. Caliban's hand simply moved back to the others collar tear open the others shirt for the same treatment- ripping open the collar with a darken, intense look.]
Hm...Perfection as always, Reggie.
[ He teased, letting his eyes run down along the others body as the thin rags of his former clothes sort of just..hung form him]
[ Reggie had already been significantly aroused, himself, but the powerful and heady scent of Caliban's arousal stirs Reggie up even further, a hurricane of blazing pheromones and needy primal lust. Part of it's the werewolf thing of course, that part of him which is now made of animal instinct and wolfish frenzy, but part of it's also Caliban, of course... not to mention his smoky desire for Reggie that radiates off him like steam, the sharp scent of it making Reggie squirm in place and whine impatiently from low in his throat. Other people's attraction to him had always been a turn on for Reggie, obviously, but now that all his senses are enhanced to the point of being able to smell it on them, hear any subtle changes in the rhythms of their heartbeats, it's all so much... more, more intense, desperate, greedy.
The nudge of Caliban's enormous (and still growing) cock up against his ass makes Reggie swallow, the sheer size of it intimidating and once again feeling somehow bigger than Reggie remembered, but his heart races faster with excited anticipation nonetheless, eager for the challenge-- eager to be pushed, to have his limits tested as far as they'll go.
He can take it, he's sure of that.
By now he's basically naked, his clothes torn off so effectively and efficiently that what remains of them only hangs off him in ragged strands, and when he adjusts himself, holds on more tightly, the skin-on-skin of Caliban's dick standing flush against the crease between Reggie's cheeks makes him shiver, his own cock twitching responsively and leaking a few drops of pre-come to the floor. Reggie raises his eyes, heavy and glassy with lust, up to Caliban's, tongue swiping idly over his own lips as he prepares to speak-- say something, anything will do. ]
[ Caliban had always almost gotten drunk when boys were greedy for him, slutty for him or his cock- when there was just that pure, unabashed lust for him or for the carnal sin in general and Reggie had always been a perfect example of that. There had never been a moment where he hadn't wanted to take the werewolf, to fuck him till he was nothing but a come covered, aching, whimpering mess for him. To claim him even for a little while. The Demon felt cock twitch against the others ass at that perfect little whine and the other squrming for him, or at least the smell of his desire.
He knows he could make his cock smaller or at least, a more reasonable size to handle but...well, what would be the fun in that? He was a former King after all and Prince of hell. Why not have a staff worthy of such a thing? Besides he never grew tired of seeing a submissives mouth utterly stuffed to the brim with his cock nor that telltale gasp of almost *too much* as he fucked inside someone.
His eyes flick down that nearly bare, beautiful body at those words- enjoying that lust filled smoke in Reggie's eyes as a hand moved down to brush over the very tip of Reggie's cock, gathering up some precome before he bought it to his own lips to take a taste of it. His eyes closing for a moment as he gives a pleased little sound at the taste of it. ]
Simply soaking in the sight, my boy.
[ He teased as he took a moment to gather some spit onto those fingers before he lowered them down, slipping them under Reggie to find his hole with relative ease. Even if was tempting to simply fuck inside Reggie to hear those wonderful sounds he'd make- to nearly break him- he knew that he couldn't indulge in such things. His hips were going to move slightly as he slipped a finger into the muscled werewolf as his lips found the others jawline again and trailing down towards his neck.]
[ Reasonable to handle may be fine for others, but for a size queen like Reggie that would just sound like quitter talk; that he can handle anything is one of his favorite and most frequent claims, and for the most part, it's also always proven true in practice. He likes the feeling of being overwhelmed practically to the breaking point, can never get enough of having his limits and boundaries put the test, because in athletics that's the only way to push past your walls and improve, and no, maybe he can't quite separate that mentality from the sort of sex he has-- with other men, at least. ]
Ah...
[ He breathes in slowly, eyes still watching Caliban's like two shiny brown marbles, before they suddenly close at the touch of Caliban's wet fingers to his hole, a sharp gasp escaping him before his teeth catch on his lower lip. Given Caliban's enormous size spit won't be much more of a help than using nothing at all, but Reggie doesn't entirely mind that either, doesn't mind pain as long as he's somewhat in control of it. ]
Ah-- [ Louder this time, predictably, as Caliban's finger slips inside. ] W-wait, don't-- n-not with your fingers. Use your...
[ His cock, Reggie wants to feel what it's like to be stretched out on it, filled with it almost beyond capacity. ]
[ The demon stills at those words because...well, they're very hard to ignore. His own eyes meeting those wide deep brown ones and he's captivated by that deep, utter need the other had dancing inside them. He really shouldn't be encouraging this sort of behaviour, should he? Logically he should be at least wary of putting Reggie in this much pain but...well, it's not like Caliban doesn't have a kink about pushing people to their limits. And he was a *demon*, it wasn't like some part of them thrived off giving pain like it was a god damn ecstasy.
And really, his cock was already giving a jump between his legs at hearing what sort of pretty sounds he could get Reggie to make if he did just...open the other up with this almost inhumanly big cock. His fingers ease out of Reggie now- easily understanding what the other was truly craving. ]
My cock. [ He said simply, finishing the sentence with a little darker- more intense look in his eyes as he instead brushes that hand down to give himself a few more loving strokes of his cock, there's a little more magic to at least lube that cock up as his lips move down to tease his lips just below the others ear. ] You're fucking...perfect. You know that?
[ Because hey, if anything this little greedy act was only going to have Caliban adoring him more. The head of his thick cock easily finds it's self pressing against Reggie's hole a few seconds later- eager to replace that finger. The demon bites his cheek as he starts to ease himself inside the other- splitting him open with his cock- filling him up inch by inch, just moving moment by moment.]
[ The praise goes a long way to mitigate any second thoughts Reggie might have had about the request, impulsive and reckless though it might be even for him, his body shivering mildly in preemptive anticipation and perhaps defensively as well, reminding Reggie he's not nearly so invincible as he keeps behaving.
But that's part of the point, really; not to push himself so far that he finally breaks, exactly, but to see as close as he can get to the very brink of it and still recover from; how much he can withstand and still keep going, how much he can survive. It isn't so much a sexual need specifically, but of course that's how Duplicity has come to translate it, the closest Reggie can get while he's here to challenging his own mortality.
He's developed a taste for it now, something like an addiction. ]
I know. [ His response, heavy with breath but still as playful as he can make it. ] But thanks for noticin'.
[ Reggie leans in to press another sloppy kiss to Caliban's mouth once it's within his reach again, then yelps into it softly as the demon slowly begins spearing him by inches, forcing him wide. It does hurt, more so than anything Reggie could simply bite his lip and brace himself through like he usually might, and he can't help the way his fingers dig and claw at Caliban's skin, the damp redness of his face when he presses it to Caliban's shoulder and bites down, whimpering and moaning with each new inch. It feels endless, and he shivers, body buzzing with pain and adrenaline. ]
[ Lucky for Reggie he'd found the perfect dominant to feed such an addiction- the mix of power rush and just pure indulgence of such a intense need to be pushed or used to the point of such pain was just as addictive for the demon. It was something that was always going to be something that struck deep at the core of who the demon was, at what he was made to do- to take such power for himself and wield it for those under him.
There is a smirk of his lips however at the others words however, and perhaps in return he confessed something he'd best not considering they were both trying to air on the side of this being a simple clean exchange before them.]
Oh, Reggie. I noticed that the moment I laid eyes on you... [ The words were like silk, nice and smooth against the others lips but they rang with that true honesty that was impossible to fake. It's not like Reggie hadn't captivated him when they first met- all those months ago.
He gives into that sloppy kiss without a second thought- returning it just as intensely. It was impossible to hide that darker edge smirk the demon gives as the other yelps against his lips- that same darkness dancing in Caliban's rather lust filled eyes as he just watches Reggie's reaction to every last inch as it slid home. There's a pleased little hiss from Caliban as those finger nails dig and crawl into his skin- leaving pretty red marks against the skin but no real evidence of any blood- after all, it's not like he truly had any.
There's a loud gasp as Reggie's face finds his shoulder and bites that delicious mark into his body- the painful feedback just making his cock ache in the best way. Every loud moan and every desperate whimper just ran under Caliban's skin like lightening- and just like that his hands dug just as painfully into Reggie's hip as he slammed those last few inches into Reggie rather forcefully, unable to hold back as the sheer sensory overload.
How was it Reggie felt that much more impossibly tight around him right now? He does moan rather loudly, his hand running down to take a hold of that perfect ass of the werewolf as he just...holds for the moment- letting the other just feel him, feel that huge cock inside him. Let him recover from those painful little aftershocks. ]
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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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There's a sound from Caliban this time at that bruising, filthy kiss between them as he can't help but chase every last moment he can get of it from the other. Hell, his tongue was already brushing over his lower lip as they part again, chasing the taste of the other. He sucks on the inside of his cheek at that little swear word- and at the knowledge that he'd already gotten the other this hard, this quickly. ]
Heh. As you command- [ While one hand keeps the others legs firm around his waist, the other was just going to brush down the others chest, along those abs and firm beautiful oh so sculped muscles to tease along the front of the others jeans to give that aching cock a loving if rather firm, squeeze- rewarding the other with his touch before the fingers worked back up to the waistband of those jeans and- true to the others words, the demon was just going to tear them open, then then he ripped the fabric popper and into a few shreds as he continued to work to pull them off with such little ease thanks to that demonic strength.
The other would certainly be able to feel his own cock, thick and impossibly huge, getting harder y the moment, already resting against Reggie's ass as he let that fabric drop to the ground.
He'd no doubt buy or magic some new garments for the other later- right now he just.. needed the other. Caliban's hand simply moved back to the others collar tear open the others shirt for the same treatment- ripping open the collar with a darken, intense look.]
Hm...Perfection as always, Reggie.
[ He teased, letting his eyes run down along the others body as the thin rags of his former clothes sort of just..hung form him]
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The nudge of Caliban's enormous (and still growing) cock up against his ass makes Reggie swallow, the sheer size of it intimidating and once again feeling somehow bigger than Reggie remembered, but his heart races faster with excited anticipation nonetheless, eager for the challenge-- eager to be pushed, to have his limits tested as far as they'll go.
He can take it, he's sure of that.
By now he's basically naked, his clothes torn off so effectively and efficiently that what remains of them only hangs off him in ragged strands, and when he adjusts himself, holds on more tightly, the skin-on-skin of Caliban's dick standing flush against the crease between Reggie's cheeks makes him shiver, his own cock twitching responsively and leaking a few drops of pre-come to the floor. Reggie raises his eyes, heavy and glassy with lust, up to Caliban's, tongue swiping idly over his own lips as he prepares to speak-- say something, anything will do. ]
Then what're you waitin' for?
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He knows he could make his cock smaller or at least, a more reasonable size to handle but...well, what would be the fun in that? He was a former King after all and Prince of hell. Why not have a staff worthy of such a thing? Besides he never grew tired of seeing a submissives mouth utterly stuffed to the brim with his cock nor that telltale gasp of almost *too much* as he fucked inside someone.
His eyes flick down that nearly bare, beautiful body at those words- enjoying that lust filled smoke in Reggie's eyes as a hand moved down to brush over the very tip of Reggie's cock, gathering up some precome before he bought it to his own lips to take a taste of it. His eyes closing for a moment as he gives a pleased little sound at the taste of it. ]
Simply soaking in the sight, my boy.
[ He teased as he took a moment to gather some spit onto those fingers before he lowered them down, slipping them under Reggie to find his hole with relative ease. Even if was tempting to simply fuck inside Reggie to hear those wonderful sounds he'd make- to nearly break him- he knew that he couldn't indulge in such things. His hips were going to move slightly as he slipped a finger into the muscled werewolf as his lips found the others jawline again and trailing down towards his neck.]
Be as loud as you want, Reggie. Moan for me...
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Ah...
[ He breathes in slowly, eyes still watching Caliban's like two shiny brown marbles, before they suddenly close at the touch of Caliban's wet fingers to his hole, a sharp gasp escaping him before his teeth catch on his lower lip. Given Caliban's enormous size spit won't be much more of a help than using nothing at all, but Reggie doesn't entirely mind that either, doesn't mind pain as long as he's somewhat in control of it. ]
Ah-- [ Louder this time, predictably, as Caliban's finger slips inside. ] W-wait, don't-- n-not with your fingers. Use your...
[ His cock, Reggie wants to feel what it's like to be stretched out on it, filled with it almost beyond capacity. ]
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And really, his cock was already giving a jump between his legs at hearing what sort of pretty sounds he could get Reggie to make if he did just...open the other up with this almost inhumanly big cock. His fingers ease out of Reggie now- easily understanding what the other was truly craving. ]
My cock. [ He said simply, finishing the sentence with a little darker- more intense look in his eyes as he instead brushes that hand down to give himself a few more loving strokes of his cock, there's a little more magic to at least lube that cock up as his lips move down to tease his lips just below the others ear. ] You're fucking...perfect. You know that?
[ Because hey, if anything this little greedy act was only going to have Caliban adoring him more. The head of his thick cock easily finds it's self pressing against Reggie's hole a few seconds later- eager to replace that finger. The demon bites his cheek as he starts to ease himself inside the other- splitting him open with his cock- filling him up inch by inch, just moving moment by moment.]
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But that's part of the point, really; not to push himself so far that he finally breaks, exactly, but to see as close as he can get to the very brink of it and still recover from; how much he can withstand and still keep going, how much he can survive. It isn't so much a sexual need specifically, but of course that's how Duplicity has come to translate it, the closest Reggie can get while he's here to challenging his own mortality.
He's developed a taste for it now, something like an addiction. ]
I know. [ His response, heavy with breath but still as playful as he can make it. ] But thanks for noticin'.
[ Reggie leans in to press another sloppy kiss to Caliban's mouth once it's within his reach again, then yelps into it softly as the demon slowly begins spearing him by inches, forcing him wide. It does hurt, more so than anything Reggie could simply bite his lip and brace himself through like he usually might, and he can't help the way his fingers dig and claw at Caliban's skin, the damp redness of his face when he presses it to Caliban's shoulder and bites down, whimpering and moaning with each new inch. It feels endless, and he shivers, body buzzing with pain and adrenaline. ]
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There is a smirk of his lips however at the others words however, and perhaps in return he confessed something he'd best not considering they were both trying to air on the side of this being a simple clean exchange before them.]
Oh, Reggie. I noticed that the moment I laid eyes on you... [ The words were like silk, nice and smooth against the others lips but they rang with that true honesty that was impossible to fake. It's not like Reggie hadn't captivated him when they first met- all those months ago.
He gives into that sloppy kiss without a second thought- returning it just as intensely. It was impossible to hide that darker edge smirk the demon gives as the other yelps against his lips- that same darkness dancing in Caliban's rather lust filled eyes as he just watches Reggie's reaction to every last inch as it slid home. There's a pleased little hiss from Caliban as those finger nails dig and crawl into his skin- leaving pretty red marks against the skin but no real evidence of any blood- after all, it's not like he truly had any.
There's a loud gasp as Reggie's face finds his shoulder and bites that delicious mark into his body- the painful feedback just making his cock ache in the best way. Every loud moan and every desperate whimper just ran under Caliban's skin like lightening- and just like that his hands dug just as painfully into Reggie's hip as he slammed those last few inches into Reggie rather forcefully, unable to hold back as the sheer sensory overload.
How was it Reggie felt that much more impossibly tight around him right now? He does moan rather loudly, his hand running down to take a hold of that perfect ass of the werewolf as he just...holds for the moment- letting the other just feel him, feel that huge cock inside him. Let him recover from those painful little aftershocks. ]
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