[ Caliban's rougher than he expected, even expecting and
hoping for roughness, and it makes tears bloom in his eyes as he
struggles for breath, struggles to relax his throat as it convulses around
the head of Caliban's cock. It's big, heavy, thick, easily one of
the largest he's ever taken, and it's difficult.
It's brilliant.
His fingers tense, one hand closing tightly around the other's wrist
so he doesn't move them reflexively as he pitches forward, his nose pressed
to the base of Caliban's prick with a sound of alarm. It quickly melts into
hitching, desperate attempts to acclimatize before he figures out what he's
doing, swallowing helplessly again and again as his shoulders finally
relax. ]
[ The other had *asked to be used* by him- hells forbid he didn't take such a statement literally. His head tilts forward as he gives a groan but he soaks in the sight before him- of those lips stretched so beautifully around that cock. As those eyes teasing with tears. The way that throat gagged and struggled around him. Even that pretty sound of alarm has his cock twitching in the most delightful way.
Caliban, to his credit, does just hold there as he listens and feels the way that throat hitches and swallows around him.
He just wants the other to feel the weight of it. The cock of a mighty king between this pretty lips. ]
Now don't you look like perfection-
[ He teased as he teased a finger down the boys cheek as his cock twitched between those lips again.]
[ It would be easier if he could steady himself with his hands on
Caliban's hips, but Caliban had said hands behind your back, so
behind his back they'll stay. Artemis can't quite do much more than swallow
and suck like this, but his eyes have gone hazy and soft already as he
works his throat around Caliban's heavy cock. He moans softly when he's
praised, eyes fluttering as he pushes himself forward a little more. The
angle is strange and awkward, and with his hands behind his back, Caliban's
cock is literally the only thing keeping him from falling forward. ]
[ The fact it wasn't easy was rather the point of it all- though the other seemed to be doing a perfect job of such a challenge. There's a little brush of his tongue along his lower lip at that hazy, far away look in the others eyes. How could you not be addicted to that sight? The other earns himself a groan as the other pushes himself forward on that cock-
There's a moment where he just enjoys that feeling, and that pretty talented mouth before he finally does what he promised he'd do. *use the other*. His hips shifting back before he's slamming himself back down that throat- again, and again and again. His eyes dark as he takes in the sight before him- keeping each push of his hips deep down the others throat. ]
[ Tears fill in his eyes, beading on his lashes before spilling down
his cheeks as Caliban's hips thrust roughly, his cock carving its way into
Artemis's throat. He makes soft, desperate sounds, struggling to get air
when he can and keeping his throat jaw as relaxed as he can. Like this, he
can't quite keep up with doing anything but ensuring his teeth are covered
and his tongue is soft, his throat working around Caliban's cock each time
it shoves in. He can barely even swallow, saliva spilling over his chin.
Messy, messy. ]
[ The mess was what Caliban wanted- frankly the other looked beautiful like this, the way those tears dripped down the others cheeks lighting that darkness inside the demon. He chases those sweet, desperate sounds as his keeps a hand tight in those dark locks as he slams himself down into that throat, his head tilting foward enough to keep his eyes on the sight of the other like this.
Of being his. even fore the moment. He can feel his cock twitch every time it goes in deep in that wet heat of the boys throat.]
[ It feels good, to surrender himself like this. To be
used like this. Artemis's lashes brush his cheeks as his eyes fall
shut, his mouth lax and open and ready. Caliban uses him without mercy or
consideration in a way no one else does, and for all that Artemis likes his
partners taking care of him like he's something precious, there's
something-- something terrible and wonderful and sinfully good about being
used like a toy. Like he exists for nothing else but Caliban's
pleasure. ]
[ Caliban's assult doesn't ease even for a moment as he shoves himself down into that throat again and again. Part of him him needs this- this total control over someone like this. Perhaps it was the fact he was a demon. Perhaps it was those lofty ambitions of being a King or perhaps he was just made like this- sinful. His tight grip in the others hair as he gave a growl before giving it a sharper yank at those closed eyes. He wanted to see the other stare up at him as he rushed himself closer and closer to his first orgasm ]
[ He makes choked sounds as Caliban thrusts into his throat, the muscles working around his cock in fluttering spasms and the sound vibrating around the older demon. Artemis blinks up at Caliban when his hair gets pulled, moaning loudly. ]
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[ Caliban's rougher than he expected, even expecting and hoping for roughness, and it makes tears bloom in his eyes as he struggles for breath, struggles to relax his throat as it convulses around the head of Caliban's cock. It's big, heavy, thick, easily one of the largest he's ever taken, and it's difficult.
It's brilliant.
His fingers tense, one hand closing tightly around the other's wrist so he doesn't move them reflexively as he pitches forward, his nose pressed to the base of Caliban's prick with a sound of alarm. It quickly melts into hitching, desperate attempts to acclimatize before he figures out what he's doing, swallowing helplessly again and again as his shoulders finally relax. ]
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Caliban, to his credit, does just hold there as he listens and feels the way that throat hitches and swallows around him.
He just wants the other to feel the weight of it. The cock of a mighty king between this pretty lips. ]
Now don't you look like perfection-
[ He teased as he teased a finger down the boys cheek as his cock twitched between those lips again.]
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[ It would be easier if he could steady himself with his hands on Caliban's hips, but Caliban had said hands behind your back, so behind his back they'll stay. Artemis can't quite do much more than swallow and suck like this, but his eyes have gone hazy and soft already as he works his throat around Caliban's heavy cock. He moans softly when he's praised, eyes fluttering as he pushes himself forward a little more. The angle is strange and awkward, and with his hands behind his back, Caliban's cock is literally the only thing keeping him from falling forward. ]
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There's a moment where he just enjoys that feeling, and that pretty talented mouth before he finally does what he promised he'd do. *use the other*. His hips shifting back before he's slamming himself back down that throat- again, and again and again. His eyes dark as he takes in the sight before him- keeping each push of his hips deep down the others throat. ]
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[ Tears fill in his eyes, beading on his lashes before spilling down his cheeks as Caliban's hips thrust roughly, his cock carving its way into Artemis's throat. He makes soft, desperate sounds, struggling to get air when he can and keeping his throat jaw as relaxed as he can. Like this, he can't quite keep up with doing anything but ensuring his teeth are covered and his tongue is soft, his throat working around Caliban's cock each time it shoves in. He can barely even swallow, saliva spilling over his chin. Messy, messy. ]
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Of being his. even fore the moment. He can feel his cock twitch every time it goes in deep in that wet heat of the boys throat.]
Sweet hells...
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[ It feels good, to surrender himself like this. To be used like this. Artemis's lashes brush his cheeks as his eyes fall shut, his mouth lax and open and ready. Caliban uses him without mercy or consideration in a way no one else does, and for all that Artemis likes his partners taking care of him like he's something precious, there's something-- something terrible and wonderful and sinfully good about being used like a toy. Like he exists for nothing else but Caliban's pleasure. ]
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Naughty-...
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