[ 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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[ 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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