[ 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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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. ]