[ He figured that would get Caliban to feel some sort of way, but. He's gone and said it and he's leaning his head back against the couch some, those blue-gray eyes of his looking up to the demon there. ]
[ There's a little suck of his cheek as he meets those eyes as he tries to read the other face to see if it was simple dirty talk or not. ]
You do realize what you just uttered, correct?
[ He pointed out warmth still emitting through his words. He wasn't mad. Just...thrown for a moment. Which for an immortal was impressive. Besides- they'd been down the commitment road before, John. The other had backed out before. Caliban was just going to move his hands away as he moved back around the couch- but he did press his knees either side of John's body as he towered over at him.]
Still, with Caliban so close to him there on the couch, hands come to gently drop to the demon's thighs. Not moving. Just resting there as he looks up to him because... he knows. How could he not? How they've been down this road before with John being the one to always become hot and cold with it. But, ignoring the short time here he'd been away (though it was much longer for him back home) and all, it'll be three years now that he's been here. That this has been his home of sorts. ]
It's just... almost been three years now, hasn't it?
[ The demon mused with a little tilt of his head as he kept his eyes locked on the mutant boy he'd become so very, very fond of over the years. There's a little brush of his tongue as the demon realizes that this actually going to become serious talk rather than something simple. The prince just took a breath he certainly did not need since, hey, not like he had lungs.]
It has. [ He said simply as he leaned forward a touch.] Are you sure it's a path you wish to walk, John?
[ It's not like the whole relationship hadn't been by those same conditions. There's a little arch of his eyebrows as if he was waiting for John to fill in those conditions. ]
Everything that's yours is mine. You also don't marry anyone else.
[ Which, somehow, seems to go without saying, but. The pause that comes after that is a little... different from John and when he speaks again, it's after a moment of licking over his lips. As if wondering if he should even ask such a thing. ]
And you keep the consideration open to making me a demon.
[ There's a beat at that next question because his eyebrows arch up at that very, very unexpected request because-... he wasn't even sure that was something on the table really.]
You wish to give up your immortal soul? Do you even know what that would require?
You don't marry anyone else. Husband or wife. It's just you and me. I don't give a fuck if you sleep with other people. But marriage with someone else is off the table.
[ He's very pointed with that.
At the other part, well. He'd expected Caliban's reaction to be... something, though he hadn't been sure what, so. When the demon seems taken aback by that, John just licks over his lips again. ]
I don't. Obviously. And I'm not saying to do it, but. If I want to— if I want you to, then you do it.
[ It was a reasonable enough request- him not getting married to anyone else. Sabrina was dead- so he was technically a widower and John was the only one he could see himself seriously marrying anyway. ]
All right- seems reasonable. Even if that would make you the king's consort of hell.
[ He pointed out before he addressed that second part with a such of his cheek. The other might truly know what he was asking for- Sabrina had been a different case since she'd had celestial blood but a mortal choosing to fall harder thing to grabble with, magically speaking.]
So you wish me to sign away my right to voice if you do it or not?
[ Caliban just sucks on the inside of his cheek for a moment- the full weight of that possibility was hard to have that urge to explain exactly what the mortal man was asking for.
Still.]
If that was what you truly wished, I'd consider it. Even without the possibility of marriage, John.
Hm, till the heat death of the universe. Every universe.
[ He pointed out as he leaned into that touch on his thighs, his nose bumping back against the others. His hands pressed against the others chest, smoothing down it and even slipping over that heart for a moment.]
I want you a thousand different ways, John. Always do.
Just seems fitting for a Prince of Hell. Even if he's a former one.
[ Raising a brow in a rather suggestive sort of manner, he lets teeth sink into his bottom lip for a moment before he leans in rather abruptly then and kisses the demon. Slow. Hard. Fiercely almost. After what feels like forever for him, he breaks the kiss and just rests his forehead there against Caliban's, eyes falling shut with a hand at the curve of the demon's neck. ]
You're still here. After almost three years and everything we've been through... you're still the one here. Even a demon of Hell deserves a happy ending for putting up with everything you have.
[ There's a moment where Caliban goes to open his mouth to point out that he could still be the King of Hell but he closes it all the same. And instead just groans into that kiss Letting himself get swept away by the taste of John, by the sheer feeling of him being back- which still hadn't really worn off yet. His head leans against John with a gentle little hum.]
Perhaps. Though all I wish is that it's your happy ending as well- John. That you do say yes out of a simple act of being selfless. I wish you to be my prince because you desire it- you desire me.
[ He pointed out as he slipped his hands down along the other side as he brushed his nose against the other.]
That is to say, I wish to do this. As long as you do.
This place brought me back to you. Not to anyone else. Just to you. Think that says something, doesn't it?
[ He's thought about that in the time he'd spent pretending he didn't remember — wondered to himself what it could mean, if anything at all. And it's led him here. To this. Right on the couch that he'd been away from for a couple years. At least for him it has been.
Letting hands slide down the front of Caliban's chest, he leans back a little, tilting his head back some to look up to him. ]
[ Which is kinda fucked up to the thankful of the city to bring John back to this special kind of hell but...well, he can't really deny that he was happy about that. About having the mutant in his life again. Under him like this.
He meets those eyes without hesitation as a wry little grin appears on his lips at those words.]
Well, now you're just trying to get me hard again. [ He shot over at the other before he gave a gentle hum at those words-] You did. You let me make you mine. Not a single other soul could have you in that way while you wore it.
[ It was a big commitment and not anything he's let anyone else do to him. That alone had been a sort of intimacy he'd never shared with another. Something he still wears on his skin with being here again.
Smile just barely there on his lips, he cocks his head to the side — swipes that naughty little tongue of his over his bottom lip. ]
I do like when you're hard.
[ Because of course he can't resist saying such a thing. ]
[ Caliban sucks on the inside of his cheek at that, holding back a chuckle at those dirty-tinged words and that teasing look in John's eyes.]
Call me Daddy again and I'll remind you of that fact.
[ Caliban purred before he gave a little nod. Those blond curls bounced as he let the fact he was fairly sure this was what John wanted. At least in this moment. A hand moving up to trace along that mark that he'd put into John so long again.]
[ Despite the soft way a grin rests there on his lips, he tilts his head to the side some. Unable to help himself from saying what he's about to, even with the serious sort of topic this conversation between them has turned into. ]
Would it be considered rude to bend me over a gravestone and fuck me like your good little whore of a husband on Halloween?
[ He doesn't know "the customs" after all, so. Hence his teasing question. ]
[ There's a smirk as sharp as a knife at those words if only for the imagery they summon up in the demon. A hand reaching up to brush up John's chest again to tease those fingers along the front of his neck as he leans forward with a click of his tongue.]
Rather rude of me not to fuck my good little whore of a husband if he had that request. I'd make sure you'd scream loud enough they'd hear it in the underworld.
[ He pointed out with a light chuckle before he considered the question proper.]
[ He knows so little about the underworld after all. What with being a mutant and not some demon from Hell. Though he's sure there's certain humans who think of him as such a thing.
A slight shift beneath Caliban, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip again. Humming. Thoughtful. ]
Too bad your demon minions aren't here, huh? I'd let them all fuck me in front of you. One after another. At the same time. Show you how much I love demon dick.
[ Grinning now, he pushes the tip of a finger to the center of Caliban's chest. ]
Bet you missed my mouth choking on your demon dick, huh? Missed how good it felt to stretch my hole with your thick cock until it's the only one I want.
[ Another little push of that finger to Caliban's chest. ]
The way it made your cock twitch when I called you daddy and came so hard on your dick for calling me a good little whore.
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What?
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You do realize what you just uttered, correct?
[ He pointed out warmth still emitting through his words. He wasn't mad. Just...thrown for a moment. Which for an immortal was impressive. Besides- they'd been down the commitment road before, John. The other had backed out before. Caliban was just going to move his hands away as he moved back around the couch- but he did press his knees either side of John's body as he towered over at him.]
You are a confusing little demon, at times.
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[ Just a mutant. A fire manipulating mutant.
Still, with Caliban so close to him there on the couch, hands come to gently drop to the demon's thighs. Not moving. Just resting there as he looks up to him because... he knows. How could he not? How they've been down this road before with John being the one to always become hot and cold with it. But, ignoring the short time here he'd been away (though it was much longer for him back home) and all, it'll be three years now that he's been here. That this has been his home of sorts. ]
It's just... almost been three years now, hasn't it?
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[ The demon mused with a little tilt of his head as he kept his eyes locked on the mutant boy he'd become so very, very fond of over the years. There's a little brush of his tongue as the demon realizes that this actually going to become serious talk rather than something simple. The prince just took a breath he certainly did not need since, hey, not like he had lungs.]
It has. [ He said simply as he leaned forward a touch.] Are you sure it's a path you wish to walk, John?
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[ Because of course he would. If he didn't, would he even really be the John Allerdyce the demon has come to know and love all these years now? ]
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[ It's not like the whole relationship hadn't been by those same conditions. There's a little arch of his eyebrows as if he was waiting for John to fill in those conditions. ]
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[ Which, somehow, seems to go without saying, but. The pause that comes after that is a little... different from John and when he speaks again, it's after a moment of licking over his lips. As if wondering if he should even ask such a thing. ]
And you keep the consideration open to making me a demon.
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[ There's a beat at that next question because his eyebrows arch up at that very, very unexpected request because-... he wasn't even sure that was something on the table really.]
You wish to give up your immortal soul? Do you even know what that would require?
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[ He's very pointed with that.
At the other part, well. He'd expected Caliban's reaction to be... something, though he hadn't been sure what, so. When the demon seems taken aback by that, John just licks over his lips again. ]
I don't. Obviously. And I'm not saying to do it, but. If I want to— if I want you to, then you do it.
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All right- seems reasonable. Even if that would make you the king's consort of hell.
[ He pointed out before he addressed that second part with a such of his cheek. The other might truly know what he was asking for- Sabrina had been a different case since she'd had celestial blood but a mortal choosing to fall harder thing to grabble with, magically speaking.]
So you wish me to sign away my right to voice if you do it or not?
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[ He sighs, giving a shake of his head. ]
I mean you consider it. You listen to my reasons for it. You don't just dismiss it as a bad idea or whatever.
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[ Caliban just sucks on the inside of his cheek for a moment- the full weight of that possibility was hard to have that urge to explain exactly what the mortal man was asking for.
Still.]
If that was what you truly wished, I'd consider it. Even without the possibility of marriage, John.
But all right.
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[ Smoothing his hands along the inside of Caliban's thighs, he leans in then — straightens up a little and noses at the demon softly. ]
You want me forever, don't you?
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[ He pointed out as he leaned into that touch on his thighs, his nose bumping back against the others. His hands pressed against the others chest, smoothing down it and even slipping over that heart for a moment.]
I want you a thousand different ways, John. Always do.
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[ He says it so simply. So matter of fact. ]
Marry me and make me your prince. On Halloween.
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As John seemed to be the one pushing for it rather than the demon for a change. ]
All Souls Day? Are you doing that because you wish to have a spooky night or because you know the world's veils are thinner?
[ He pointed out with a little reach up to cup the other's neck before he just simply nodded.]
I would love to make you my Prince, forever. John.
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[ Raising a brow in a rather suggestive sort of manner, he lets teeth sink into his bottom lip for a moment before he leans in rather abruptly then and kisses the demon. Slow. Hard. Fiercely almost. After what feels like forever for him, he breaks the kiss and just rests his forehead there against Caliban's, eyes falling shut with a hand at the curve of the demon's neck. ]
You're still here. After almost three years and everything we've been through... you're still the one here. Even a demon of Hell deserves a happy ending for putting up with everything you have.
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Perhaps. Though all I wish is that it's your happy ending as well- John. That you do say yes out of a simple act of being selfless. I wish you to be my prince because you desire it- you desire me.
[ He pointed out as he slipped his hands down along the other side as he brushed his nose against the other.]
That is to say, I wish to do this. As long as you do.
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[ He's thought about that in the time he'd spent pretending he didn't remember — wondered to himself what it could mean, if anything at all. And it's led him here. To this. Right on the couch that he'd been away from for a couple years. At least for him it has been.
Letting hands slide down the front of Caliban's chest, he leans back a little, tilting his head back some to look up to him. ]
I let you carve into my skin.
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[ Which is kinda fucked up to the thankful of the city to bring John back to this special kind of hell but...well, he can't really deny that he was happy about that. About having the mutant in his life again. Under him like this.
He meets those eyes without hesitation as a wry little grin appears on his lips at those words.]
Well, now you're just trying to get me hard again. [ He shot over at the other before he gave a gentle hum at those words-] You did. You let me make you mine. Not a single other soul could have you in that way while you wore it.
It was a big commitment.
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Smile just barely there on his lips, he cocks his head to the side — swipes that naughty little tongue of his over his bottom lip. ]
I do like when you're hard.
[ Because of course he can't resist saying such a thing. ]
So. Halloween then?
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Call me Daddy again and I'll remind you of that fact.
[ Caliban purred before he gave a little nod. Those blond curls bounced as he let the fact he was fairly sure this was what John wanted. At least in this moment. A hand moving up to trace along that mark that he'd put into John so long again.]
Halloween. Consider me yours.
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Would it be considered rude to bend me over a gravestone and fuck me like your good little whore of a husband on Halloween?
[ He doesn't know "the customs" after all, so. Hence his teasing question. ]
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Rather rude of me not to fuck my good little whore of a husband if he had that request. I'd make sure you'd scream loud enough they'd hear it in the underworld.
[ He pointed out with a light chuckle before he considered the question proper.]
Depends on the gravestone, really.
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[ He knows so little about the underworld after all. What with being a mutant and not some demon from Hell. Though he's sure there's certain humans who think of him as such a thing.
A slight shift beneath Caliban, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip again. Humming. Thoughtful. ]
Too bad your demon minions aren't here, huh? I'd let them all fuck me in front of you. One after another. At the same time. Show you how much I love demon dick.
[ Grinning now, he pushes the tip of a finger to the center of Caliban's chest. ]
Bet you missed my mouth choking on your demon dick, huh? Missed how good it felt to stretch my hole with your thick cock until it's the only one I want.
[ Another little push of that finger to Caliban's chest. ]
The way it made your cock twitch when I called you daddy and came so hard on your dick for calling me a good little whore.
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