[ Caliban looked like he was deep in the throes of grief, darker and clouder than he'd ever looked before. His long blond hair falls to his shoulders as he glances up at the familiar sound of that teleport magic.
There's no hesitation when Nate moves into his space and his hands curl around the other's hips and holds the other close.]
I'm here.
[ It seemed like the only thing he could say to that situation. To the loss of Caleb and John. To almost empty house he had now.]
[ His eyes close at the feeling of those lips on his jawline and his neck. For once, he wasn't sure if he should fall into the easy affection of sex even with Nate. But it was something else- something other than that grief and pain, and anger and hurt he was feeling, hells he wasn't even sure if demons should be able to feel this sort of depth of pain. They weren't really built for it.
It takes a moment, but his hands become firmer around Nate as his nails press into his hips, and his head turns to find those lips to sink against them as if he were using Nate as a guiding light to drag himself out of the feeling of burning the city to the ground. The kiss was desperate and overwhelming, like he was trying to drown himself in Nate instead. That demonic strength effortlessly slams Nate into the nearest wall without breaking the kiss as Caliban kisses him again and again.
They had each other, that was all that mattered. ]
[ it takes a moment, and for those brief seconds, nate wonders if he's doing the right thing. if coming here like this is just making things worse for caliban. he doesn't want to do that, and he doesn't want to make this only about his own comfort. it doesn't matter how much he wants caliban right now, if it's not what caliban needs then he shouldn't be here.
but then the demon is kissing him back, moving him. his back crushes into a solid wall, winding him. he doesn't care. he kisses caliban in return, fierce and responsive, his teeth biting at his lips while his nails rake down his back. the sensation of being touched, the pain shooting along his spine, the desperation in both of their kisses, it's the anchor that grounds him.
he pulls him closer, hitching his knees up to wrap his legs around caliban's waist. his breaths are unsteady, quick gasps between kisses. his eyes have already closed as he loses himself in their touch. ]
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Not entirely sure if that was true. I wasn't always the best husband.
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you've always been good to me. you were good to me before i was good to you
if i could contract to you right now i'd do it in a heartbeat.
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I suppose it's good you didn't contract me, as I'd soak the sheets with your blood every night.
I wonder how much time I have in this city. If everyone else is gone. Every anchor point.
But you.
Come over.
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he doesn't look good. he looks tired, and sad and tense. he moves in. right away, reaching for the demon to pull their bodies together. ]
I'm sorry.
I miss them. I miss John. I need you, Caliban.
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There's no hesitation when Nate moves into his space and his hands curl around the other's hips and holds the other close.]
I'm here.
[ It seemed like the only thing he could say to that situation. To the loss of Caleb and John. To almost empty house he had now.]
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they still have each other, at least there's that. at least neither of them are alone. ]
I'm staying until they make me leave.
[ he tilts his head to kiss the demon's jaw, then his neck. if he is the only anchor left, he will make sure caliban can feel him here. ]
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It takes a moment, but his hands become firmer around Nate as his nails press into his hips, and his head turns to find those lips to sink against them as if he were using Nate as a guiding light to drag himself out of the feeling of burning the city to the ground. The kiss was desperate and overwhelming, like he was trying to drown himself in Nate instead. That demonic strength effortlessly slams Nate into the nearest wall without breaking the kiss as Caliban kisses him again and again.
They had each other, that was all that mattered. ]
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but then the demon is kissing him back, moving him. his back crushes into a solid wall, winding him. he doesn't care. he kisses caliban in return, fierce and responsive, his teeth biting at his lips while his nails rake down his back. the sensation of being touched, the pain shooting along his spine, the desperation in both of their kisses, it's the anchor that grounds him.
he pulls him closer, hitching his knees up to wrap his legs around caliban's waist. his breaths are unsteady, quick gasps between kisses. his eyes have already closed as he loses himself in their touch. ]