[ 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. ]
[ Heat fills Reggie's face, not just caused by Caliban's words or his cock but a spiraling mixture of both, though Reggie is gladly too preoccupied at present to linger too long or hard on how pleased hearing Caliban call him perfect makes him feel.
(Yet another added benefit to pain: emotional distraction.)
He can't really speak in anything but sounds, cries and yells and whines and moans that all sound blitzed with pain but garnished with pleasure, growing increasingly desperate and loud and finally building to a scream when Caliban finishes burying his cock into Reggie with a slam, the force and size combined enough to nearly make him black out for a second or two. ]
P-please--!
[ He gasps, throat ragged and voice raw, fingers digging tracks across Caliban's back. Reggie's whole body feels like its burning, about to come apart at the joints, but he forces his hips to move in a halfhearted grind, craving the movement even if it feels like it could also rip him open. ]
I-is that, is... is it, [ His voice slurs a bit, dazed, as he continues gasping at Caliban's shoulder. ] Is it in all the w-way?
[ There's a thousand more compliments on Caliban's lips he could say but he's just as distracted really, to chase the impulse to follow up on those words- no the feeling he has to try and keep Reggie's mind from drifting to a place where he was anything less than perfect. Caliban was just swimming in those sounds Reggie was making- the others perfect scream bouncing around the old wooden beams of the new house- Caliban's body practically vibrating with the sound as it echo's around him and he's drunk on it, that thick cock as hard as a god damn diamond because of it. Because of Reggie.
The demon's back muscles arch slightly against those hands and nails, but he welcomes each deep line the other was making- each angry red like just adding to the whirlwind of pleasure and pain they were both in. The blond gives a loud and free groan as the other moves his hips against him, that little slutty movement making Caliban's hips tilt forward and up as he pushed any last remaining inches into Reggie- as if to make a point of, yes, it was all the way in.
His head turning to brush his lips against the others cheek with that same, dark, demotic if oh so horny smirk playing along his lips.]
Hm..that's all of it- every last inch. Unless you want me to make it bigger... [ He teased hotly- ] You did so good, Reggie- pretty boy.
[ He praised- why not reinforce this painful fun? Besides Reggie deserved all the praise. There was a possessive little squeeze to Reggie's ass as he parted those cheeks- as if to let the other feel just how filled he was.
God he wanted to move, he wanted to slam and abuse the poor boy against the wall till they were both a whimpering, come covered mess.]
[ Reggie's raspy, broken whimpers slow down, quiet slightly, though they don't stop entirely, nor do the involuntary shudders his body periodically makes around Caliban's cock as it adjusts to being stuffed to capacity. He shakes his head vaguely, voice still slurred with exhaustion: ]
M-maybe next time...
[ Because he's too far gone to realize Caliban's only teasing, although he wouldn't be against trying even bigger-- just not this time, he needs to get used to this first.
Reggie tries to catch his breath, face still pressed against Caliban's shoulder as he clings to him tightly, legs twitchy with muscle aches but still locked around Caliban's hips to keep them joined. His whole body feels hot like a fever, cock rock-hard against his stomach but the ache of it is swallowed up in his body's greater pain, turning it into a burning, dripping afterthought pinned between the two men's bodies.
Caliban spreads his cheeks and Reggie whines again, rendered almost immobile by how filled he is, a pinned butterfly spread wide and open, like Caliban's cock has become an internal organ to him that can never be removed. Right now Reggie isn't sure he'd ever want it to be, either, although he can't really be sure of anything at present. ]
But w-we're not done yet-- keep going, [ He kisses along Caliban's neckline now, clumsy and wet. Affectionate. ] You need to break me in.
[ There's a few pleased sounds from Caliban as that hole twitches and teases his cock as the other gets use to to the feeling. There's a ghost of a smile against the others cheek at those slurred, ruined words the other spoke- he's not about to ruin the moment by pointing out the teasing little factor of it all. He's just taking in every little shredder, every little intense- barely their breath Reggie was giving him- committing every last erotic moment to his mind. Hardly wanting to miss a second of this entire experience. He can even feel Reggie's cock against his abs, dipping against it as he pressed his body against the other boys- showing just how turned on Reggie was, dispite all the pain.
The demon gives a soft, if a bit cruel, chuckle at that pretty little whine Reggie gives him as he shows him just how filled he was as he holds him up rather effortlessly with one hand around the others waist and pins him to the door.
His blond head tilts to give a little more assess to his neck- welcoming each and every last little wet, searching kiss. He does swallow however at the others words- as always, dirty talk always seemed to effect the demon in quite the unique way. His teeth taking a moment to suck and bite on the inside of his cheek as he nods at those words.]
I need to make you mine.
[ There was that undeniable streak of possessiveness and dominance inside him. Easily bubbling to the surface. Caliban's hand was just that little tighter on the others hip as he started to move his hips, that thick damn near huge cock starting pulling out of Reggie and than slamming back in just as agressesivly as ever. The other had wanted to be broken, after all and Caliban was eager to do that breaking. Each stroke was slow but harsh- like he wanted to draw out every last sound he could for the moment. He wanted to make sure the other knew who he belonged to, which cock he should be craving. Caliban's muscles ripping and moving with every brutal slam of his hips and a groan dropping from his lips.]
[ But Reggie barely has time to echo Caliban's words, or to revel in that demonic, possessive growl of ownership that can't help but remind him of Nick just slightly (and therefore sends a steamy, complicated rush of affection for Caliban blazing through him, misplaced though some of that sentiment may be) because then he's screaming again, head hitting the wall when it snaps back violently.
The pain is blinding, electrifying, and Reggie can do nothing but gasp and sob and wail for it, digging his nails into Caliban's skin like claws; by now he almost feels numb from the waist down, almost, nerve endings either paralyzed of sensation or else stabbing through him as if it were broken glass in his veins, each movement of his hips or legs escalating the pain to nearly molten hot whether he's trying to splay himself further as wide as he can go or just simply taking each relentless, impaling thrust all the way back inside.
There isn't any question that this sort of treatment would have broken him if not for his ability to heal, damage and ruin his normal body beyond repair, but there's a sort of power in knowing that, too-- of looking his own mortality in the eye and forcing it to blink first, so deeply satisfying in a way that smolders at the heart of him even despite all the pain.
His cock finally explodes into a sticky mess between them that Reggie is only distantly aware of, pressing his wet face to Caliban's shoulder as his vision swims out of focus, dissolves into a mosaic of whites and greys. ]
[ It's certainly a side of Caliban that not all that many people see- that pure, unvarnished, demoniac being that he was- utterly rough, borderline cruel and utterly, utterly possessive-though that genie was a little hard to put back into his bottle at present, considering every clay cell of Caliban's body wanted to claim Reggie as his in every way that was important. In every way he certainly shouldn't. The others scream just urging him on, harsher, faster- forcing himself again and again into the muscled hunk against the wall. His touch harsh enough to bruise and his body arching back into those nails- welcoming each and every one.
Every sob and wail seems to get a rougher, harsher thrust in reply- as if he's chasing each and every last sound. Caliban even keeps up those possessive sounding growls of "Mine." As if he needed the other to know he was owned, kept and taken like this. Thank god the house was currently empty or someone might have rushed to see what exactly was going on with either of them. Frankly it was shocking the dog hadn't.
When the other comes, that hot, sticky feeling pressing onto Caliban's abs and he feels that hole clench around him as if it was desperate for every inch- mixed with the feeling of Reggie's wet face - either from tears or sweat- press against his shoulders with that blissed out look on his face- It's certainly enough to get him nearing his own orgasm but he makes a point of slamming Reggie though his, making sure to fuck the other at his most sensitive.
Though his head did drop forward slightly, his abs clenching as he kept up that brutal pace.]
Hm-ah-ah-..You want fill you up, huh? keep you? Claim you? [ He hissed into the others ear- hot and harsh. ]
[ This time the word escapes him like a plea, desperate and so very needy, aching and raw with want and with pain. True that in a moment like this he might say nearly anything, whatever Caliban wants to hear, to bring this transaction to its most fulfilling conclusion, but Reggie also likes it, too; being desired, favored, claimed, kept -- most of all that -- even though all it is is dirty talk and fantasy, but Reggie has always been content to settle for fantasy when the real thing is beyond his reach.
And perhaps some part of him can tell Caliban isn't, can't, be like this with just anyone, maybe even not anyone but Reggie, Caliban's inclinations and Reggie's durability and healing balancing out in a chaotic sort of neutrality. He rocks against each thrust, another harsh sob hiccuping from his throat -- which feels as raspy and used up as his whole body is, but from screaming rather than from cock -- as he just clings to Caliban harder, nails dug in and heels pressing hard against the base of Caliban's lower back. It isn't even pain or pleasure anymore, by this point it's gone beyond that into a searing and white-hot pulse, burning through him with excruciating throbbing ferocity.
His body clenches reflexively with a strength Reggie wouldn't have guessed he was still capable of through all the aching exhaustion, but he can feel his muscles tighten around Caliban's cock as if to keep it there, claim it as part of his own body from now on, because in his heady hormonal haze it's impossible to imagine not having it inside him anymore; if he could think straight he might actually worry about coming apart when Caliban does finally pull out of him. ]
T-tell me... [ He pants, voice strained ] Tell me what you want,
[ It's genuinely an experience that Caliban finds himself unable to break away from, unable to stop savouring every last moment. The pained filled sobs and that broken edge to Reggie's voice running though him in the most sinful of ways. Every mark they seem to make one each other was like a badge of honour on just how intense this was between them- just how rare anyone actually *wants* the former King to unleash himself like this.
Every thrust seemed to get Caliban closer and closer to his orgasm and the sight of the other ruined by him was easily getting him to that goal just as quick. There's a louder groan that echo's around them as he slams himself inside Reggie and he feels that body clench around him greedily, wantonly. More than a little impressed the other could even summon that sort of reaction after taking him like this- this raw. He keeps up that painful thrusts however- though they seem to be getting more and more erratic with each passing moment.
The demon smirks at that request, even if it was a little unclear what answer Reggie was hoping for. His head lowered to brush his lips along the side of the boys neck- his teeth grazing against the skin threatingly before he finally replies. ]
You. I want you, Reggie Mantle. Every inch.
[ Perhaps those words were too close to the truth but Caliban was going to tighten his grip on the others hip as he slams himself into the boy again moans loudly against the others neck. A few choice swear words dropping from his lips as he feels himself flood with his essence- the thick cock twitching and jumping inside Reggie as he comes again and again and again- ]
Sweet Heaven...
[ Caliban muttered as he could see hear the others scream running though his head.]
[ Even Reggie hadn't entirely known what kind of answer he wanted, but somehow Caliban still gives him exactly the right one-- exactly what he needs to hear at this moment, that he's wanted, that someone wants, needs, desires, chose him.
He can't manage to speak at this point, beyond words, beyond anything more coherent than wails and sobs, but he presses wet, fever-hot face to Caliban's shoulder, nodding desperately as he holds on for dear life with whatever strength he still has left. Each needy clench from his body is more reflexive than intentional by now, legs and thighs trembling as they tense around Caliban's hips, ass still tight around his cock even after the abuse its been taking like it refuses to surrender even an inch.
And yet they're still not done, somehow Reggie still isn't filled to absolute capacity, because then Caliban comes and there's still room for the quantities of hot seed he shoots deep into Reggie, a few thin ropes of it dripping to the floor but the rest remaining plugged inside Reggie by Caliban's girth like a cork.
After he's able to stop screaming, Reggie whimpers and holds on, his body shaking but not yet ready to face how open and empty he'll feel, sticky and pulled apart like a wound, when Caliban finally pulls out and the fluid (only fluid, not all the blood and organs it's been starting to feel like are also being held in place by Caliban's cock) spills copiously down his legs. ]
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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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(Yet another added benefit to pain: emotional distraction.)
He can't really speak in anything but sounds, cries and yells and whines and moans that all sound blitzed with pain but garnished with pleasure, growing increasingly desperate and loud and finally building to a scream when Caliban finishes burying his cock into Reggie with a slam, the force and size combined enough to nearly make him black out for a second or two. ]
P-please--!
[ He gasps, throat ragged and voice raw, fingers digging tracks across Caliban's back. Reggie's whole body feels like its burning, about to come apart at the joints, but he forces his hips to move in a halfhearted grind, craving the movement even if it feels like it could also rip him open. ]
I-is that, is... is it, [ His voice slurs a bit, dazed, as he continues gasping at Caliban's shoulder. ] Is it in all the w-way?
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The demon's back muscles arch slightly against those hands and nails, but he welcomes each deep line the other was making- each angry red like just adding to the whirlwind of pleasure and pain they were both in. The blond gives a loud and free groan as the other moves his hips against him, that little slutty movement making Caliban's hips tilt forward and up as he pushed any last remaining inches into Reggie- as if to make a point of, yes, it was all the way in.
His head turning to brush his lips against the others cheek with that same, dark, demotic if oh so horny smirk playing along his lips.]
Hm..that's all of it- every last inch. Unless you want me to make it bigger... [ He teased hotly- ] You did so good, Reggie- pretty boy.
[ He praised- why not reinforce this painful fun? Besides Reggie deserved all the praise. There was a possessive little squeeze to Reggie's ass as he parted those cheeks- as if to let the other feel just how filled he was.
God he wanted to move, he wanted to slam and abuse the poor boy against the wall till they were both a whimpering, come covered mess.]
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M-maybe next time...
[ Because he's too far gone to realize Caliban's only teasing, although he wouldn't be against trying even bigger-- just not this time, he needs to get used to this first.
Reggie tries to catch his breath, face still pressed against Caliban's shoulder as he clings to him tightly, legs twitchy with muscle aches but still locked around Caliban's hips to keep them joined. His whole body feels hot like a fever, cock rock-hard against his stomach but the ache of it is swallowed up in his body's greater pain, turning it into a burning, dripping afterthought pinned between the two men's bodies.
Caliban spreads his cheeks and Reggie whines again, rendered almost immobile by how filled he is, a pinned butterfly spread wide and open, like Caliban's cock has become an internal organ to him that can never be removed. Right now Reggie isn't sure he'd ever want it to be, either, although he can't really be sure of anything at present. ]
But w-we're not done yet-- keep going, [ He kisses along Caliban's neckline now, clumsy and wet. Affectionate. ] You need to break me in.
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The demon gives a soft, if a bit cruel, chuckle at that pretty little whine Reggie gives him as he shows him just how filled he was as he holds him up rather effortlessly with one hand around the others waist and pins him to the door.
His blond head tilts to give a little more assess to his neck- welcoming each and every last little wet, searching kiss. He does swallow however at the others words- as always, dirty talk always seemed to effect the demon in quite the unique way. His teeth taking a moment to suck and bite on the inside of his cheek as he nods at those words.]
I need to make you mine.
[ There was that undeniable streak of possessiveness and dominance inside him. Easily bubbling to the surface. Caliban's hand was just that little tighter on the others hip as he started to move his hips, that thick damn near huge cock starting pulling out of Reggie and than slamming back in just as agressesivly as ever. The other had wanted to be broken, after all and Caliban was eager to do that breaking. Each stroke was slow but harsh- like he wanted to draw out every last sound he could for the moment. He wanted to make sure the other knew who he belonged to, which cock he should be craving. Caliban's muscles ripping and moving with every brutal slam of his hips and a groan dropping from his lips.]
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[ But Reggie barely has time to echo Caliban's words, or to revel in that demonic, possessive growl of ownership that can't help but remind him of Nick just slightly (and therefore sends a steamy, complicated rush of affection for Caliban blazing through him, misplaced though some of that sentiment may be) because then he's screaming again, head hitting the wall when it snaps back violently.
The pain is blinding, electrifying, and Reggie can do nothing but gasp and sob and wail for it, digging his nails into Caliban's skin like claws; by now he almost feels numb from the waist down, almost, nerve endings either paralyzed of sensation or else stabbing through him as if it were broken glass in his veins, each movement of his hips or legs escalating the pain to nearly molten hot whether he's trying to splay himself further as wide as he can go or just simply taking each relentless, impaling thrust all the way back inside.
There isn't any question that this sort of treatment would have broken him if not for his ability to heal, damage and ruin his normal body beyond repair, but there's a sort of power in knowing that, too-- of looking his own mortality in the eye and forcing it to blink first, so deeply satisfying in a way that smolders at the heart of him even despite all the pain.
His cock finally explodes into a sticky mess between them that Reggie is only distantly aware of, pressing his wet face to Caliban's shoulder as his vision swims out of focus, dissolves into a mosaic of whites and greys. ]
A-ah--
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Every sob and wail seems to get a rougher, harsher thrust in reply- as if he's chasing each and every last sound. Caliban even keeps up those possessive sounding growls of "Mine." As if he needed the other to know he was owned, kept and taken like this. Thank god the house was currently empty or someone might have rushed to see what exactly was going on with either of them. Frankly it was shocking the dog hadn't.
When the other comes, that hot, sticky feeling pressing onto Caliban's abs and he feels that hole clench around him as if it was desperate for every inch- mixed with the feeling of Reggie's wet face - either from tears or sweat- press against his shoulders with that blissed out look on his face- It's certainly enough to get him nearing his own orgasm but he makes a point of slamming Reggie though his, making sure to fuck the other at his most sensitive.
Though his head did drop forward slightly, his abs clenching as he kept up that brutal pace.]
Hm-ah-ah-..You want fill you up, huh? keep you? Claim you? [ He hissed into the others ear- hot and harsh. ]
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[ This time the word escapes him like a plea, desperate and so very needy, aching and raw with want and with pain. True that in a moment like this he might say nearly anything, whatever Caliban wants to hear, to bring this transaction to its most fulfilling conclusion, but Reggie also likes it, too; being desired, favored, claimed, kept -- most of all that -- even though all it is is dirty talk and fantasy, but Reggie has always been content to settle for fantasy when the real thing is beyond his reach.
And perhaps some part of him can tell Caliban isn't, can't, be like this with just anyone, maybe even not anyone but Reggie, Caliban's inclinations and Reggie's durability and healing balancing out in a chaotic sort of neutrality. He rocks against each thrust, another harsh sob hiccuping from his throat -- which feels as raspy and used up as his whole body is, but from screaming rather than from cock -- as he just clings to Caliban harder, nails dug in and heels pressing hard against the base of Caliban's lower back. It isn't even pain or pleasure anymore, by this point it's gone beyond that into a searing and white-hot pulse, burning through him with excruciating throbbing ferocity.
His body clenches reflexively with a strength Reggie wouldn't have guessed he was still capable of through all the aching exhaustion, but he can feel his muscles tighten around Caliban's cock as if to keep it there, claim it as part of his own body from now on, because in his heady hormonal haze it's impossible to imagine not having it inside him anymore; if he could think straight he might actually worry about coming apart when Caliban does finally pull out of him. ]
T-tell me... [ He pants, voice strained ] Tell me what you want,
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Every thrust seemed to get Caliban closer and closer to his orgasm and the sight of the other ruined by him was easily getting him to that goal just as quick. There's a louder groan that echo's around them as he slams himself inside Reggie and he feels that body clench around him greedily, wantonly. More than a little impressed the other could even summon that sort of reaction after taking him like this- this raw. He keeps up that painful thrusts however- though they seem to be getting more and more erratic with each passing moment.
The demon smirks at that request, even if it was a little unclear what answer Reggie was hoping for. His head lowered to brush his lips along the side of the boys neck- his teeth grazing against the skin threatingly before he finally replies. ]
You. I want you, Reggie Mantle. Every inch.
[ Perhaps those words were too close to the truth but Caliban was going to tighten his grip on the others hip as he slams himself into the boy again moans loudly against the others neck. A few choice swear words dropping from his lips as he feels himself flood with his essence- the thick cock twitching and jumping inside Reggie as he comes again and again and again- ]
Sweet Heaven...
[ Caliban muttered as he could see hear the others scream running though his head.]
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[ Even Reggie hadn't entirely known what kind of answer he wanted, but somehow Caliban still gives him exactly the right one-- exactly what he needs to hear at this moment, that he's wanted, that someone wants, needs, desires, chose him.
He can't manage to speak at this point, beyond words, beyond anything more coherent than wails and sobs, but he presses wet, fever-hot face to Caliban's shoulder, nodding desperately as he holds on for dear life with whatever strength he still has left. Each needy clench from his body is more reflexive than intentional by now, legs and thighs trembling as they tense around Caliban's hips, ass still tight around his cock even after the abuse its been taking like it refuses to surrender even an inch.
And yet they're still not done, somehow Reggie still isn't filled to absolute capacity, because then Caliban comes and there's still room for the quantities of hot seed he shoots deep into Reggie, a few thin ropes of it dripping to the floor but the rest remaining plugged inside Reggie by Caliban's girth like a cork.
After he's able to stop screaming, Reggie whimpers and holds on, his body shaking but not yet ready to face how open and empty he'll feel, sticky and pulled apart like a wound, when Caliban finally pulls out and the fluid (only fluid, not all the blood and organs it's been starting to feel like are also being held in place by Caliban's cock) spills copiously down his legs. ]