[ The last message gets a reward for Nate as that mark shines intensely, pulsing with hellfire as it licks up against the others skin. Hellfire dancing though every inch of the others body.]
You'd want it bigger? Naughty little witch. You wouldn't even need to see them by the end, I'd want you panting, whimpering, coming again and again against the bar. Hells I'd fill up cocktail glass for you and tip it back to let it run down along your lips. Show the world how desperate you are when you're lost in the pain and the need.
[ His skin is stinging, the actual mark burning so hot that he can't put his hand on it. But his cock is leaking over his hand, and he's groaning softly. Unable to concentrate properly, he flicks on speech to text instead, then stuffs his phone into the couch cushions for support and turns on the video aimed at his cock. He's gonna let Caliban see the fruit of his labours. ]
Oh, holy fuck. It hurts, I want more.
Caliban...
Fuck. That's what I want. I'd drink it myself, for you. I wouldn't be able to think or even breathe, I'd just be lit up for you. I feel like I'm on fire!
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
You'd want it bigger? Naughty little witch. You wouldn't even need to see them by the end, I'd want you panting, whimpering, coming again and again against the bar. Hells I'd fill up cocktail glass for you and tip it back to let it run down along your lips. Show the world how desperate you are when you're lost in the pain and the need.
no subject
Oh, holy fuck. It hurts, I want more.
Caliban...
Fuck. That's what I want. I'd drink it myself, for you. I wouldn't be able to think or even breathe, I'd just be lit up for you. I feel like I'm on fire!