[ 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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(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. ]