I should hope so. And you were kind enough to give me gift. So one returned should be only fair. Even if is to see your lips parted in a perfect expression of pleasure. Of desire and want.
[ He'd been sprawled out in bed when he got the first text, but now
he rolls over onto his stomach, his legs spreading just a bit as he bites
his lip, shivering as he replies. ]
[ Caliban was easily just going to switch the device to video- which just ended up showing Caliban's smirk as he leaned back from the camera to reveal himself very, very shirtless. Those perfectly cut abs and muscles on display as his head tilted and that long blond hair fell to one side. Seemingly intent on teasing the other as he spread his legs just a touch to tease at that large bulge in his pants.]
Bad? It's glorious. Worshipping at the alter of pleasure is never bad. You being so willing is...
[ It'd been a mistake to go to video, and he goes immediately a
bright, furious red, but he doesn't turn off his own camera, swallowing a
few times as he watches Caliban, enraptured. ]
[ There's almost a spark in the demon's eyes at that bright red face on the other. The others perfect innocence more than a little captivating.]
Oh? Hm? You ache for such depravity, do you?
[ Don't mind him just reaching up to brush a hand though his long hair to flex those strong muscles of his arm before he drops that same hand to tease over his crotch.]
[ With Artemis sprawled out on his stomach and resting on his
elbows, Caliban won't really be able see the way he subtly shifts his hips,
rolling it against the bed. He does, however, probably notice how Artemis
is shifting restlessly, chewing on his lower lip between low, quiet
responses. It's difficult to be quite this shameless when he talks, but
Caliban's easy confidence and sensuality makes him brave. ]
I-- I just. Ache.
[ Especially when he knows how that bulge feels pressing up under
him, how that cock feels inside him. ]
[ Caliban speaks with the talent of a siren, the charm and confidence of a thousand years of playing with mortals- playing with the souls of Hell. His smirk digs into his cheek as he can see that squirming, as the other fails to sit still. The other admitting even this so simply has Caliban holding back a few thousand more snarky dirty comments about such a sight. ]
Hm, you do. Don't you? I bet I could pin you down to that bed, arms behind your back and fill you with so much cock you're eyes would roll into the back of your head with pleasure...
And you'd beg for more when I was done, pretty one.
[ Caliban teased- his voice warm and affectionate as he made a show of brush his hand over that bulge, only for it seem even bigger when his hand moved away.]
[ Artemis flat out whimpers at that, his eyes wide and his cheeks
flushed. Even through the screen, it's clear he's not focused on Caliban's
face. Not when his hand is doing such sinful things. His hips hitch,
lifting up a little as he unconsciously grinds his cock against the bed. ]
[ Caliban teased at that whimper that went straight to the demons cock. He can see where the other was looking, he can see that need in his eyes. Caliban was just going to reward the other by reaching that hand down again to pull down the front of those pants to free that impressive monster of a cock. Every inch as hard as steel as it smacks against the demons abs. ]
[ As if anything was ever gonna be fair with a Prince of Hell. There's a bite of his cheek at that way he other leans forward and his eyes drop to watch that tongue brush along those pretty lips of the others.
A hand curls around the base to lazily stroke it as he gives a little nod.]
I am.
[ He confirms easily, that terrible wicked smirk of his no less teasing.]
[ The teased in that same smooth done of voice, his eyes now every little reaction the other gives him. ]
Of those pretty lips, and pretty moans I know you make when you are filled to the brink. When you gasp and give the most neediest moans. How could I not get hard to thoughts of that?
[ Artemis catches a glimpse of himself in the corner of his screen,
and is startled by how obviously needy he is, eyes dark and wide, his
cheeks flushed and--oh. even more of his body is visible than he thought,
his shirt gaping open with the way he's leaning forward to reveal the
glimmer of his piercings, his nipples flushed and hard, and the way he
keeps pressing his hips down. He forces himself to stop, to draw his legs
back together from the way he'd had them spread wide, as if ready and
waiting for another body to settle between them, and shifts again, rubbing
his thighs together. ]
If I-- If I gave you my body to, um. To do whatever you wanted. T-to
use me... [ He flushes ever-darker, ducking his head, his
ears burning as he gets each unsteady word out. ] What would you do?
[ He's almost disappointed when the other pulls those legs together from that slutty, needy position they'd been in before. He'd been ennjoying those flush cheeks and that teasing peek down the others shirt at those nipples and chest- and the way every inch of Artemis revealed just how distracted and horny he'd been.
The demon's dick did jump at those words, however.]
To do whatever I wanted...to use you. [ Caliban repeated with a dangerous smirk and a little lazy stroke of that cock. ]
Hm- I would rip those clothes off you, leave them hanging in shreds around that slender body. I would take that pretty mouth of yours...shove every inch inside it. feel that wet heat and fuck it till you had tears in those pretty eyes and paint that pretty face with my essence. [ He teased as he kept his eyes on the screen, even as his head tilted back a bit in thought.]
I would take that pretty ass of yours without mercy, I would fuck you again and again, and again...till you were drunk on pleasure and frankly, me. I would leave you leaking and aching in a thousand different ways. I would push you to your limits and let you see what the pleasures of the Gods really truly is.
[ He hangs onto each word, his lips parting and falling open when
Caliban describes how he'd use his mouth. Artemis doesn't realize it until
he has to swallow the saliva that pools on his tongue, and he swallows
hard. When Caliban moves on to talking about fucking him, though, Artemis's
hips lift up, his legs spreading again, his body moving without conscious
thought. Willing. Wanting.
Needy.
Artemis's breathing comes heavy and hot, his chest heaving as he
drags in each ragged breath, his mind filling with the image of what
Caliban says. He gets cock drunk, he knows, and he can't help imagining how
it'd feel to be at Caliban's mercy again. ]
Please...
[ He breathes it out, his fingers tight and hard on his device. God,
he's hard. He's wet, Caliban's words alone making him slick up
between his legs. ]
[ Caliban eyes darken as those hips lift up again, and those legs spread, the way those pretty lips part and drop as if Caliban could just shove himself home between them so very, very easily. Caliban's hand leaves his cock to just let it stand between his legs- thick and intimidating as ever as he watches the screen.
That single word has the demon leaning forward, however.]
Please what- you pretty harlot.
[ Because of course he wants to hear it. He wants to hear exactly what the other wants. How wet he was. How hard he was. How much he ached for him. ]
[ He swallows again, and then again, and he can almost,
almost feel the weight of Caliban's cock on his tongue, the way his
jaw would ache as he struggles to wrap his lips around him, the way he'd
barely be able to catch his breath as Caliban uses his mouth and throat for
his own pleasure. The way his hips and thighs would be sore, if he's made
to ride Caliban again, the way he wouldn't be able to take him all down in
one go, and how Caliban's strength would make him take it-- How
Caliban would be able to so easily hold him steady and still, even when
he's shaking with overstimulation, and wring out yet another orgasm.
]
I want your cock.
[ It comes out all in a rush, a needy, desperate plea. Caliban makes
him feel like the silly, slutty sex demons in stories, and Artemis...
Artemis doesn't hate it. It's embarrassing and humiliating if he lets
himself think too hard about it, but Caliban degrades him and praises him
in the same breath, and he kind of loves it? ]
I want-- I want to taste you. To feel you. To be-- Be used by you. Wrecked.
[ It's something of a victory to get the other who blushed so easily to end up like this. To become that begging, filthy, dirty worded mess. And almost as a reward for that statement, that pure burst of honestly. The device cuts off-
Only for that familiar ring of fire to appear right in front of the other boy and a moment later Caliban was stepping out of it- completely naked. That thick cock swinging between his legs like a weapon as he moves towards the bed as if that desperate plea had summoned the demon to the other.
He stops short of the bed- his cock about head-level with Artemis. ]
Used and abused, fucked and fucked again? Hm? [ He asked even as that last hellfire fade from his golden locks.]
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Hm- Is that something you desire? To lay naked under me again? To whimper and whine for me?
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[ He takes a moment to exhale, pressing his forehead to his device, and then responds: ]
It's not fair that you can turn me on with just a few words like that.
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Are you squirming with need yet?
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not squirming but. definitely feeling all warm
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Till you're in quite the state, pretty one.
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i have actually zero objections to this
a gift for me!
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And you were kind enough to give me gift. So one returned should be only fair.
Even if is to see your lips parted in a perfect expression of pleasure. Of desire and want.
Of those legs spread so willingly and wantingly.
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[ He'd been sprawled out in bed when he got the first text, but now he rolls over onto his stomach, his legs spreading just a bit as he bites his lip, shivering as he replies. ]
I'm always willing. Is that bad?
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Bad? It's glorious. Worshipping at the alter of pleasure is never bad. You being so willing is...
Perfection. Pretty one.
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[ It'd been a mistake to go to video, and he goes immediately a bright, furious red, but he doesn't turn off his own camera, swallowing a few times as he watches Caliban, enraptured. ]
I'm always-- always wanting, too.
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Oh? Hm? You ache for such depravity, do you?
[ Don't mind him just reaching up to brush a hand though his long hair to flex those strong muscles of his arm before he drops that same hand to tease over his crotch.]
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[ With Artemis sprawled out on his stomach and resting on his elbows, Caliban won't really be able see the way he subtly shifts his hips, rolling it against the bed. He does, however, probably notice how Artemis is shifting restlessly, chewing on his lower lip between low, quiet responses. It's difficult to be quite this shameless when he talks, but Caliban's easy confidence and sensuality makes him brave. ]
I-- I just. Ache.
[ Especially when he knows how that bulge feels pressing up under him, how that cock feels inside him. ]
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Hm, you do. Don't you? I bet I could pin you down to that bed, arms behind your back and fill you with so much cock you're eyes would roll into the back of your head with pleasure...
And you'd beg for more when I was done, pretty one.
[ Caliban teased- his voice warm and affectionate as he made a show of brush his hand over that bulge, only for it seem even bigger when his hand moved away.]
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[ Artemis flat out whimpers at that, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed. Even through the screen, it's clear he's not focused on Caliban's face. Not when his hand is doing such sinful things. His hips hitch, lifting up a little as he unconsciously grinds his cock against the bed. ]
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[ Caliban teased at that whimper that went straight to the demons cock. He can see where the other was looking, he can see that need in his eyes. Caliban was just going to reward the other by reaching that hand down again to pull down the front of those pants to free that impressive monster of a cock. Every inch as hard as steel as it smacks against the demons abs. ]
Is this what you missed?
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[ That's. That's not fair. He leans forward unconsciously, licking his lips, and then guiltily snaps his gaze up to meet Caliban's on the screen. ]
I mean. You've. I. You're-- You're hard.
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A hand curls around the base to lazily stroke it as he gives a little nod.]
I am.
[ He confirms easily, that terrible wicked smirk of his no less teasing.]
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Because of me?
[ He doesn't even realise the way he's rolling his hips down against the bed, mindlessly trying to get a little bit of friction. ]
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[ The teased in that same smooth done of voice, his eyes now every little reaction the other gives him. ]
Of those pretty lips, and pretty moans I know you make when you are filled to the brink. When you gasp and give the most neediest moans. How could I not get hard to thoughts of that?
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[ Artemis catches a glimpse of himself in the corner of his screen, and is startled by how obviously needy he is, eyes dark and wide, his cheeks flushed and--oh. even more of his body is visible than he thought, his shirt gaping open with the way he's leaning forward to reveal the glimmer of his piercings, his nipples flushed and hard, and the way he keeps pressing his hips down. He forces himself to stop, to draw his legs back together from the way he'd had them spread wide, as if ready and waiting for another body to settle between them, and shifts again, rubbing his thighs together. ]
If I-- If I gave you my body to, um. To do whatever you wanted. T-to use me... [ He flushes ever-darker, ducking his head, his ears burning as he gets each unsteady word out. ] What would you do?
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The demon's dick did jump at those words, however.]
To do whatever I wanted...to use you. [ Caliban repeated with a dangerous smirk and a little lazy stroke of that cock. ]
Hm- I would rip those clothes off you, leave them hanging in shreds around that slender body. I would take that pretty mouth of yours...shove every inch inside it. feel that wet heat and fuck it till you had tears in those pretty eyes and paint that pretty face with my essence. [ He teased as he kept his eyes on the screen, even as his head tilted back a bit in thought.]
I would take that pretty ass of yours without mercy, I would fuck you again and again, and again...till you were drunk on pleasure and frankly, me. I would leave you leaking and aching in a thousand different ways. I would push you to your limits and let you see what the pleasures of the Gods really truly is.
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[ He hangs onto each word, his lips parting and falling open when Caliban describes how he'd use his mouth. Artemis doesn't realize it until he has to swallow the saliva that pools on his tongue, and he swallows hard. When Caliban moves on to talking about fucking him, though, Artemis's hips lift up, his legs spreading again, his body moving without conscious thought. Willing. Wanting.
Needy.
Artemis's breathing comes heavy and hot, his chest heaving as he drags in each ragged breath, his mind filling with the image of what Caliban says. He gets cock drunk, he knows, and he can't help imagining how it'd feel to be at Caliban's mercy again. ]
Please...
[ He breathes it out, his fingers tight and hard on his device. God, he's hard. He's wet, Caliban's words alone making him slick up between his legs. ]
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That single word has the demon leaning forward, however.]
Please what- you pretty harlot.
[ Because of course he wants to hear it. He wants to hear exactly what the other wants. How wet he was. How hard he was. How much he ached for him. ]
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Please, I-- I want that.
[ He swallows again, and then again, and he can almost, almost feel the weight of Caliban's cock on his tongue, the way his jaw would ache as he struggles to wrap his lips around him, the way he'd barely be able to catch his breath as Caliban uses his mouth and throat for his own pleasure. The way his hips and thighs would be sore, if he's made to ride Caliban again, the way he wouldn't be able to take him all down in one go, and how Caliban's strength would make him take it-- How Caliban would be able to so easily hold him steady and still, even when he's shaking with overstimulation, and wring out yet another orgasm. ]
I want your cock.
[ It comes out all in a rush, a needy, desperate plea. Caliban makes him feel like the silly, slutty sex demons in stories, and Artemis... Artemis doesn't hate it. It's embarrassing and humiliating if he lets himself think too hard about it, but Caliban degrades him and praises him in the same breath, and he kind of loves it? ]
I want-- I want to taste you. To feel you. To be-- Be used by you. Wrecked.
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Only for that familiar ring of fire to appear right in front of the other boy and a moment later Caliban was stepping out of it- completely naked. That thick cock swinging between his legs like a weapon as he moves towards the bed as if that desperate plea had summoned the demon to the other.
He stops short of the bed- his cock about head-level with Artemis. ]
Used and abused, fucked and fucked again? Hm? [ He asked even as that last hellfire fade from his golden locks.]
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