[ Nothing surprises Derek after being in Duplicity for two and a half fucking years, but Caliban's sudden appearance and the lick of heat that follows him comes close. Derek's lounging in the armchair by the bed, phone still in hand when he looks up, raised eyebrows betraying that mild flutter of surprise on his otherwise impassive expression. Once he collects himself, he doesn't smile, exactly, but as he gets to his feet, he does something close to it. ]
For now. Nights are long, and... I have a lot of energy I need to work out.
[ He's not wearing much, himself - black boxer-briefs, tight around the thick, already half-hard weight of his cock, the size of it pressing down against the cotton heavily enough to make the fabric strain. He walks forward, setting broad hands against Caliban's waist the second he's close enough to reach him, dragging his palms inward over his stomach so he can toy with the bottom button of Caliban's shirt. He drops his voice low, barely above a whisper. ]
[ The demon was always happy for a little bit of a shock at his appearance, and if that teasing smirk that stayed on his lips. He certainly seemed happy with the outcome. There's hungry eyes though- as he soaks in just how little Derek was wearing, and that thick, delicious cock that was hidden way for the moment. His gaze lingers before it pulls up, along the others broad body to meet those eyes.]
Lucky for you, picky a partner with the stamina to keep up with you.
[ Caliban teased- his voice dripping with a want and heat as he felt himself take a breath he didn't need as the others hands found that waist, and his body leaned into Derek's already aching for him. His own hands moved up, along that chest- feeling that pure muscle he adored. ]
Now- now, don't go making promises you can't keep.
[ It's not like Caliban would truly mind, being some ruined whore in public or someone.]
[ If Derek can have everything he wants tonight, then he'll definitely keep his promise - he'll test just how much stamina Caliban really has, pounding him into the hotel bed until his knees give out and he forgets how to walk, and then he'll take him outside, press him against the alley wall and leave his load dripping down his thighs right as the sun starts to rise. He'll kiss him, hard and sloppy, hand on his throat and holding his windpipe, and then he'll slap Caliban on the ass, thank him for the fun night and head back home. Nice and simple.
But he's not going to just rush straight to the end. Caliban teases him, and Derek just laughs deadpan and unamused, his grip getting a little firmer on Caliban's shirt. He makes a noise, a quiet, thoughtful hum, and then he pulls, tearing Caliban's shirt and popping off the buttons. He tugs a little harder, makes the fabric rip, forcing Caliban closer to his body when he does without giving him time to find his balance, and it only takes a few more needy, urgent pulls for Caliban's shirt to be reduced to shreds of fabric hanging loosely off his shoulders. Another quick, forceful tear, and whatever is left of Caliban's shirt hangs loosely from his belt, the rest of the tatters a pile on the ground. ]
Kneel.
[ That's an order - Derek's voice is strong and commanding, like he'll take no argument. He drags his palm up Caliban's bare chest until it reaches his shoulder, and he pushes down on it, urging the demon to sink to his knees. Derek's other hand goes straight to his own underwear, slipping a thumb beneath his waistband in an invitation for Caliban to strip him down. ]
[ There's a sharp intake of breath as the other literally tears open that shirt- the sound of fabric ripping dancing though the hotel room. The sheer show of power and strength would have had the demon's heart beating quicker if he had a heart. Caliban's smirk just widens as he allows the other to keep ripping, to let every inch of that slender but toned, hairless body be exposed for the other. he does gasp, however, as the other keeps going till that shirt was utterly ruined, hanging off him in shreds and pieces. Already looking like an animal had attacked the blond.
His eyes flick up at Derek at that simple little word. At that order. The former King wasn't a stranger to hooking up with other Dominants or taking submissives in public places but submitting at all? Now that was a rare, rare treat for anyone who was bold enough to get the King of Hell on their knees.
And Derek, it seemed, was one of the lucky few. Caliban leaned his body against that hand and just fell to his knees when the other pushed him down.]
Yes Sir.
[ The words dripped from his lips like a sinful promise that angelic looking face tilted back to look up at the others- a hungry look already in the demons eyes. But his hands did reach up, almost worshipping the other as he traced his fingers over the others hips before sliding them down, to catch that underwear and lowered them further, and further down the other man till that cock was free. The demon holding himself back from reaching, or touching, or tasting the other.]
[ It looks like Derek fucking loves being called sir, from the sudden, intense look that darkens his expression. Easy, willing submission like this always sends blood rushing straight to his cock, the bulge in his underwear flexing as he grows, and Derek's lips part a little as he stands where he is, letting Caliban touch his body however he likes. His boxers fall around his thighs, pre already beading at the tip of his head. He won't rush this. He wants to - but he won't. ]
You're only saying that because you want me to wreck your throat.
[ Derek grins, sharp and wolfish, as he rakes his fingers back through Caliban's hair, smoothing it away from his forehead to get a better look at his eyes. Derek used to resist eye contact when he first came here - he'd fuck strangers when he had to, paint their face with his cum, then leave, shamefaced and tense like his bones were made of iron. It's not really like that, anymore. He's loved the opportunity to just take control and find power in domination to feel as reticent as he used to.
He darts his tongue between his lips, quietly nodding to show his assent. ]
[ Caliban damn near salivates at the sight of the others cock, and the beauty of it in front of him. Hell he's tempted to already lean out and lick that precome off the very tip of the head. But he doesn't miss that darker shade to Derek's eyes and for a man who almost thrives off sin, putting Derek into that mood so quickly was more than a thrill for him. There was a cheeky, mischivious smirk at the others words as he tilted his head back to gaze up at the other werewolf.]
Throat, ass, whatever hole you want- really.
[ Caliban was far from denying the fact he'd say just about anything to have that outcome with the other man. His eyes do seem to flutter a touch as that hand runs though his hair- clearly enjoying that oh so intimate touch before those bright, dangerous eyes flick up to meet Derek's again. Caliban seems to perk up at that permission, leaning forward as he teases his lips down, along the underside of others fat cock so it rests against his head, a free slutty moan coming from Caliban as his hand curls around the base to stroke it a few times.]
Hm, thank you- Sir. [ He manages to get out before he's dragging his tongue along the side of that cock and teasing over the sensitive head hungrily.]
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For now. Nights are long, and... I have a lot of energy I need to work out.
[ He's not wearing much, himself - black boxer-briefs, tight around the thick, already half-hard weight of his cock, the size of it pressing down against the cotton heavily enough to make the fabric strain. He walks forward, setting broad hands against Caliban's waist the second he's close enough to reach him, dragging his palms inward over his stomach so he can toy with the bottom button of Caliban's shirt. He drops his voice low, barely above a whisper. ]
Who knows where we'll end up by morning?
lowkey makes me wish I bought scott to the game.
Lucky for you, picky a partner with the stamina to keep up with you.
[ Caliban teased- his voice dripping with a want and heat as he felt himself take a breath he didn't need as the others hands found that waist, and his body leaned into Derek's already aching for him. His own hands moved up, along that chest- feeling that pure muscle he adored. ]
Now- now, don't go making promises you can't keep.
[ It's not like Caliban would truly mind, being some ruined whore in public or someone.]
there's always time if you ever feel like it!!
But he's not going to just rush straight to the end. Caliban teases him, and Derek just laughs deadpan and unamused, his grip getting a little firmer on Caliban's shirt. He makes a noise, a quiet, thoughtful hum, and then he pulls, tearing Caliban's shirt and popping off the buttons. He tugs a little harder, makes the fabric rip, forcing Caliban closer to his body when he does without giving him time to find his balance, and it only takes a few more needy, urgent pulls for Caliban's shirt to be reduced to shreds of fabric hanging loosely off his shoulders. Another quick, forceful tear, and whatever is left of Caliban's shirt hangs loosely from his belt, the rest of the tatters a pile on the ground. ]
Kneel.
[ That's an order - Derek's voice is strong and commanding, like he'll take no argument. He drags his palm up Caliban's bare chest until it reaches his shoulder, and he pushes down on it, urging the demon to sink to his knees. Derek's other hand goes straight to his own underwear, slipping a thumb beneath his waistband in an invitation for Caliban to strip him down. ]
I'll looooook into it.
His eyes flick up at Derek at that simple little word. At that order. The former King wasn't a stranger to hooking up with other Dominants or taking submissives in public places but submitting at all? Now that was a rare, rare treat for anyone who was bold enough to get the King of Hell on their knees.
And Derek, it seemed, was one of the lucky few. Caliban leaned his body against that hand and just fell to his knees when the other pushed him down.]
Yes Sir.
[ The words dripped from his lips like a sinful promise that angelic looking face tilted back to look up at the others- a hungry look already in the demons eyes. But his hands did reach up, almost worshipping the other as he traced his fingers over the others hips before sliding them down, to catch that underwear and lowered them further, and further down the other man till that cock was free. The demon holding himself back from reaching, or touching, or tasting the other.]
Still as beautiful as the day I met you.
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You're only saying that because you want me to wreck your throat.
[ Derek grins, sharp and wolfish, as he rakes his fingers back through Caliban's hair, smoothing it away from his forehead to get a better look at his eyes. Derek used to resist eye contact when he first came here - he'd fuck strangers when he had to, paint their face with his cum, then leave, shamefaced and tense like his bones were made of iron. It's not really like that, anymore. He's loved the opportunity to just take control and find power in domination to feel as reticent as he used to.
He darts his tongue between his lips, quietly nodding to show his assent. ]
Go ahead. Touch me. I'm giving you permission.
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Throat, ass, whatever hole you want- really.
[ Caliban was far from denying the fact he'd say just about anything to have that outcome with the other man. His eyes do seem to flutter a touch as that hand runs though his hair- clearly enjoying that oh so intimate touch before those bright, dangerous eyes flick up to meet Derek's again. Caliban seems to perk up at that permission, leaning forward as he teases his lips down, along the underside of others fat cock so it rests against his head, a free slutty moan coming from Caliban as his hand curls around the base to stroke it a few times.]
Hm, thank you- Sir. [ He manages to get out before he's dragging his tongue along the side of that cock and teasing over the sensitive head hungrily.]