[ Caliban replied, as dry as he could possibly be even if there was a little twinkle in his eye. Honestly with everything he was- you would expect him to want to be with someone what followed his orders, or at least, demand to be treated like the utter King he was but the fact that John chose to kneel to him, chose to let him rule him or dominant him was the thing that attracted him just as much as the others pretty, filthy ways when they were together. John *chose* to put himself in his hands again and again. To make it clear what he could and couldn't get away with- to play within the limits of John's submissive was a joy that was just as addictive as much as it was a power rush.
Caliban moves with that gentle tug, leaning over the boy proper now. ]
And here I thought it was simply because I matched that dirty, filthy mind of yours, John.
[ He purred as he lowered his head to steal a kiss, a soft but very, very indulgent one before he was pulling away to meet those eyes again.]
You're fire born, and I am made from hellfire. It makes a certain sense that we are like this. You are mine, and I am yours in all the ways that truly matter.
[ The kiss is taken and John just lays there, watching the way Caliban looks to him from above. It's funny to think that an outsider might assume Caliban to force John into things — into what he wants, but it couldn't be any further from the truth. Regardless of his being a demon and a king, John calls his own shots with the dominant, as if he's known all along that, as a submissive, he holds a lot more power than a dominant does in terms of saying what does and doesn't go. That he's only submissive to him because he wants to be, not because Caliban tells him to. In that way, they really do go together pretty well. Shockingly. ]
And just how long do you intend to keep me for?
[ He asks with a slight tilt of his head, fingers softly trailing along the demon's arm as he does. Curious. Wondering. ]
[ There's a pause at that question because Reggie choosing to leave him still stung more than he'd admit but he'd promise himself he'd give John that same choice- It was up to John when they eventually came to an end. Perhaps just a side-effect of his immortality as he tended to look at things in centuries rather than days or weeks- the demon certainly had a different way of looking at time in general. ]
I would never put finality on such a thing. For it's as long as I'm allowed.
[ He pointed out as with warmth and affection flowing through his voice, while less dramatic than the usual way the demon might have proclaimed such a thing. It seemed better to state such as a thing as plain as he could.
[ He tilts his head into that touch, his eyes meeting Johns with a soft smile. He doesn't disagree that this place had softened him more than he'd like considering his darkness and his rage at the witches of his home.
But he couldn't deny that John was one of the few who really got to see him. All of him.]
You're a hard man to hide from John.
[ He pointed out as he trailed his hand down the others side lovingly.]
But you make every moment I don't quite worth it. So...
[ Well that's something he never thought he'd hear from someone, yet here Caliban is offering it to him rather honestly and sincerely. He's quiet as he mulls over that and, after a moment, he leans in to steal a slow and sweet kiss from the demon, settling himself back down against the bed after. ]
So you can't stop loving me. Even when I ask you to.
[ The demon just blinks a little at that kiss but returns it all the same, sinking against it slightly with a soft hum before it breaks and his eyes fall onto the other.
He does give a little nod at those words.]
I tried turning myself back to stone when you...took a step back, which I'll admit wasn't as successful as it use to be.
So.
No, I don't think I can do that for you. Even when you asked.
[ Caliban sucks on the inside of his cheek as he peers down at the other, choosing his words carefully.]
No.
[ Which was really one word, honestly.]
While it wasn't...planned for such a thing to happen. You're not the first mortal to stir such feelings inside me. And the grief that happens in their absence...is almost more unbearable than that the fate of the void.
[ Quiet in his thoughts, he reaches up with a hand then to let fingers brush against the demon's cheek before he comes to lean in and kisses him. Slow. Soft. Surprisingly tender as he lets it linger for a little longer until he cuts it short and just lays there with him, head on Caliban's shoulder. ]
You're sappy.
[ He softly murmurs, eyes falling shut, curling himself into Caliban a little as if seeking his warmth. ]
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[ Caliban replied, as dry as he could possibly be even if there was a little twinkle in his eye. Honestly with everything he was- you would expect him to want to be with someone what followed his orders, or at least, demand to be treated like the utter King he was but the fact that John chose to kneel to him, chose to let him rule him or dominant him was the thing that attracted him just as much as the others pretty, filthy ways when they were together. John *chose* to put himself in his hands again and again. To make it clear what he could and couldn't get away with- to play within the limits of John's submissive was a joy that was just as addictive as much as it was a power rush.
Caliban moves with that gentle tug, leaning over the boy proper now. ]
And here I thought it was simply because I matched that dirty, filthy mind of yours, John.
[ He purred as he lowered his head to steal a kiss, a soft but very, very indulgent one before he was pulling away to meet those eyes again.]
You're fire born, and I am made from hellfire. It makes a certain sense that we are like this. You are mine, and I am yours in all the ways that truly matter.
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And just how long do you intend to keep me for?
[ He asks with a slight tilt of his head, fingers softly trailing along the demon's arm as he does. Curious. Wondering. ]
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I would never put finality on such a thing. For it's as long as I'm allowed.
[ He pointed out as with warmth and affection flowing through his voice, while less dramatic than the usual way the demon might have proclaimed such a thing. It seemed better to state such as a thing as plain as he could.
Well plain for the demon.]
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You're softer than you let people see.
[ Words he offers as he lays there, looking to him still. ]
But maybe I feel special to feel like I'm one of the few who get to see it.
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But he couldn't deny that John was one of the few who really got to see him. All of him.]
You're a hard man to hide from John.
[ He pointed out as he trailed his hand down the others side lovingly.]
But you make every moment I don't quite worth it. So...
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So you can't stop loving me. Even when I ask you to.
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He does give a little nod at those words.]
I tried turning myself back to stone when you...took a step back, which I'll admit wasn't as successful as it use to be.
So.
No, I don't think I can do that for you. Even when you asked.
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Does that concern you?
[ He asks then, cheek pressed against the mattress as he lays there on his back, looking to the demon there beside him. ]
That you can't rid yourself of feeling what you do?
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No.
[ Which was really one word, honestly.]
While it wasn't...planned for such a thing to happen. You're not the first mortal to stir such feelings inside me. And the grief that happens in their absence...is almost more unbearable than that the fate of the void.
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You're sappy.
[ He softly murmurs, eyes falling shut, curling himself into Caliban a little as if seeking his warmth. ]
For a demon.