[ 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.]
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.]