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[clayking]

Oh, bold to assume you can divorce a King. I'm fairly sure you'd have to cut off my head for that sort of thing.

[ There's a little nod of his head though- it's not a promise he's going to forget. Even with his planning of an infernal party.]

It- and I- are yours, of course.

[fireshow]

Do I get my own crown, too?

[ it’s asked a little playfully, smile there on his lips, and he pulls the demon down with him there on the couch to drape himself across caliban. again, simply wanting and needing this for the moment over anything sexual or filthy. ]

[clayking]

Hm, I should forge you one. Sliver and blood red jewels.

[ There's no resistance as the other tugs him down onto that couch and he's suddenly got a lap full of John. His hand smooths down John's back in a small, intimate touch as he tilted his head back to watch the other.]

Something fit for a Kings Consort.

[fireshow]

[ settling himself there against caliban, he lazily walks his fingers across the demon’s chest, watching as he does. moments like these are just as nice as the more bloody and filthy ones as far as he’s concerned. ]

Yeah? That gonna be my anniversary present from you?

[clayking]

Would you like it if it was?

[ He mused lightly as he tilted his head to brush those lips against the others shoulder again with his own ghost of a smirk. ]

Or are such bold things like crowns not to your fancy?

[fireshow]

I mean, would you fuck me while I wore it?

[ a lazy lift of his head up, he raises a brow playfully. ]

Just the crown, nothing else?

[clayking]

You say that as if there would be any other such option. The sight alone would rile me up-..

[ He teased as he turned his head towards John.]

You already know I would ravage you on my throne- letting every subject and hellspawn watch.

[fireshow]

[ unable to help himself, he chuckles a bit, cheek pressing to caliban's shoulder as he lazes there on him. ]

I know. Gotta let them all see how good the King's consort is, right?

[clayking]

Hm, remind that that King gets the best and you- very much are, the best.

[ He praised easily with a brush of his hand down along the others side, giving the others hips an affectionate little squeeze]