[ Caliban just tilts his head and watches the other open those presents with a small smile on his face. There's a little suck of his cheek at the sight of that bracelet, more than aware that such a gift was going to require at least a little explaining about why he made it for the other. Caliban gives a chuckle and ducks his head at the pendent because..how could he not? ]
You're welcome.
[ He said simply as he glanced down at the other small gift near him- he was quite curious what it was but first..]
In a moment, my love. [ A hand reaches over to gently brush over that rune-covered bracelet to cause it to glow for a second before Caliban's hand drops away. ]
Just do me a favor first- [ His hand easily moved to curl into a ball and open it again. If John repeated it, he'd get a small ball of hellfire in his hand to enjoy and control.]
[ For a moment, John wonders why. It's present time, isn't it? But then the bracelet glows for a moment after Caliban just barely almost touches it and he's asked to make a fist and then release it. Ok... sure; his expression about much says that in the way he looks to the demon, but. He goes ahead and does what he's asked...
...and there's fire suddenly within the palm of his hand.
For a moment, he's startled, not having expected that by any means and it shows in the way he looks to the demon. Confused. Amazed? Mostly confused. ]
[ Caliban just raises both eyebrows with a smile at that oh so confused look because hey, it was adorable in so many ways that really just made Caliban's heart thud to watch it. ]
You did that, actually.
[ He pointed out with a little nod to the braclet.]
Hellfire at the palm of your hand, whenever you want it. John. It's mostly a mini summoning spell and a few other things but...
[ There's a quietness to John as Caliban explains and as the small ball of fire rolls there in his palm, he looks down to it — entranced. To think that he can create fire — summon it, as Caliban puts it... it's all he's ever wanted to be able to do and now he has it right here at the tips of his fingers, more or less.
It's useful but... also sweet. ]
Your fire. [ He says then, soft. ] It's your fire you're letting me use.
[ Hellfire and all, as Caliban put it. Even with it not being his own, from a technical standpoint, he still appreciates it — still wants it and so he's quiet for a moment as he watches the rolling flame before he licks over his lips and looks to the demon. To his dominant. ]
Thank you. Really.
[ Gently, he closes his hand into a fist, snuffing out the flame and he reaches for Caliban's gift, a relatively small but rectangular box. Handing it to him, he breathes out a sigh and nods to it. ]
This uh... is for you. Happy... solstice. I guess.
[ When Caliban opens the box, inside he will find a pen. A fancy gold pen with decorative patterns — some of flames — weaved through it. ]
[ Caliban just watches as the other played with that fire- he's known from the very early days that John has had that desire to make his own fire, to be less reliant on his lighter. To have that pure, total control over such an element. So as a gift...well, it seemed perfect. ]
Yes. [ It was technically his fire- since normally he'd summon up a connection with hell itself to produce it but well- such a thing was hard to come by in the city, with any magic outside the universe seemingly presented. So giving the other his own slice of his fire was the best solution.]
And you're welcome- though, it's a little more intense than normal flames, so keep that in mind.
[ He teased easily as the other snuffed out that flame. He was going to say more before the other handed him that gift and he pressed his lips together as he took that gift and opened it, easily picking up that pen in his hands and peering down at it with a little smile.
[ Honestly, to John, it's just a shiny gold pen. Sure, there's lovely little engravings across it — small strokes of flames that show their connection to the very thing they both could be considered masters of manipulating. But that's not the point of the pen. Not what it means with being gifted it. There's more to it, he'd just had it done that way, with the engravings, in case he changed his mind. In case he felt like running away at the last minute.
As it stands, he doesn't.
When he'd bought that pen, there had been a very clear reason for it in mind. Something he's refused to entertain and doesn't very often speak about with anyone before quickly shutting it down, getting annoyed, or brushing it off as something he doesn't care about. However, with how things have become with his year spent here in this city and even more not-so-recent but still recent enough things, maybe he's had a change of heart, if even just a little. Imagine that.
His knees bounces as he sits there on the floor, legs still pulled up close to his chest and he drags his teeth over his bottom lip, watching Caliban marvel at the craftsmanship of the pen. Of course someone who builds things out of wood and whatever else would appreciate the beauty of it. But, again, not the real reason behind it. ]
It's for you to sign our contract with.
[ He explains then, though their contract isn't due to be up just yet. So he further explains, clearing his throat. ]
[ Caliban was just admiring that that pen between his fingers, the beautiful craftsmanship was certainly something he could admire, even more so one some could use magic so easily to summon up what he desired- it made...mortal things, all the more impressive in his mind. Besides he'd taken it as John sharing his love of writing with him in his own unique way.
Of course, then John started to speak- the demon's eyes flicking up to see those nerves running through the mutant- the almost shy way he was looking at him. The way those waves were rolling off John as Caliban's eyebrows arch up at the weight of what the other was giving him. Or at least offering him, weighed on his shoulders.]
You want to me...you what us to be permanent?
[ He repeated, those long blond curls brushing into his face as he sucked on the inside of his cheek before he reached a hand out to just brushing his fingers along John's.]
If I want? You say that as if I'd ever say no to such an offer. Belonging to me in such a way...
Having this as your home.
[ Don't mind him just reaching over to scoop John's neck to drag him into a deep, passionate kiss. As if that was a simple enough expression of his adoration for John.]
[ Part of him hopes Caliban knows just how much of a Big Deal this is for him to even consider. The thought of being "tied down" to anyone both aggravates and terrifies him simultaneously what with his knee jerk reaction always to run from things and others that might be good for him.
But with his having been here for a year now and his never going to get to be with Alec under the same dominant, he's figured maybe something more stable for himself night be for the best.
He lets himself be pulled in for that kiss, a soft hum there on his lips and he returns that kiss with just as much passion. At least until he comes to pull back just enough to look to the demon. ]
Who else am I gonna contract with? [ He asks then, genuine. ] Not like anyone else can put up with the amount of my shit that you do and still want me around.
[ The whole situation is something that Caliban never truly expected from John- while they've had a constant relationship this whole time- John had always been clear he wasn't a fan of the system and even less of a fan of commitment to something so extreme.
Still, for the demon, it's just one more reason to stay in this world properly. To keep John close. One more way to keep him safe. Caliban smiles against the others lips, enjoying that telltale sound of John being happy with him.]
Well now-..that's quite the question. [ There's a soft hum at that as he gives a simple tilt of his head back at that question. ] It's their loss, John. They clearly lack the understanding of just how captivating you are. As for the trouble...
[ Caliban just hums as he reaches up to brush some of the other's dark hair out of his eyes.] I wouldn't want you any other way. Even if you are kinda a brat.
That's because I have you wrapped around my finger.
[ He's joking but also, not really.
Letting go of a breath, he sits back some there by the fire, looking to the pen he's gifted the demon with and the meaning behind it before he looks to the bracelet he's been give — a means to create fire, if even borrowed and not entirely his own. ]
I need your word that you'll do whatever it takes to make sure I'll be ok here. Even if sometimes what I ask of you might be extreme or confusing. If it makes me feel better... if it makes me feel safe, I need to know I can depend on you for that.
[ Such as Caliban throwing up the wards when he'd ask. Yes, he'd done it, but it doesn't mean he would do it again or something even far more extreme. Which, John tilts his head then. ]
Would you kill someone for me? I don't mean literally right now I'm asking you to, but. If I did... would you?
[ Caliban teased the other back without missing a beat but it was the truth- after so long with the presence of the other in his life. His...natural enjoyment of being around the other had been instantaneous when they met, the way they connected sexually could have powered the whole city for months. And really, he'd always been playing by John's rules. Even then. Even straight away. The other had managed to capture and keep the demon king with such little effort.
Caliban rolled that pen between his fingers as his eyes narrowed at those words, at that question.
There's a pause as his tongue brushes out along his lower lip because he still has that darkness inside him- that pure need to torture, to control, to rule, and yes, even harm. It was his very essence after all- to sin.]
I would burn every single person in this city if you asked me, John, without a second thought. Killing another mortal for you- wouldn't take much of a consideration. My concern is always you- above them.
[ There's something about knowing that Caliban would be ready and willing to burn someone to death that just makes a part of his soul sing with fire. So much to the point that it seems to get some part of him off — his own darkness maybe. That someone would go to such lengths for him without so much as a second thought... maybe that's not such a good thing but to John, it's reassuring, in a twisted way.
Reaching out for the demon, he slips an arm around his neck and pushes back at him, crawling his way into his lap that he straddles, nice and slow. Blue-gray eyes curiously look over the demon's face, as if contemplating something before he finally steals a slow and sensual kiss from him, drawing it out a little longer than he normally does before he nips at Caliban's bottom lip, pulling back just enough to brush his lips over the demon's as he speaks. ]
Tell me something you don't want me to do. [ He asks, eyes glassy and curious. ] I may be a brat but I can also play nice. You're my dominant. Tell me what I'm not allowed to do.
[ There's no resistance when John crawls onto his lap, a slow smirk dancing along his lips as his hands find their hold on his hips, firm and possessive. He sinks into that kiss hungrily but just as slow and sensual- getting lost in till he groans at that nip at his lower lip.
It's physical, the way of his cock twitches under the other as he calls him his dominant- his tongue brushing along his lower lip for the taste of the other as meets those eyes. God. He does love a brat for so many reasons...
And there are about a thousand different things he wants to say and plenty of dirty ones, but instead, he focuses on the most logical thing.]
You do not hide from me. Or, at least, you do your best not to shield yourself. If you need something, you ask. If you feel something- you tell me. You are my submissive, you do not stand on your own.
[ He pointed out as he bumped his nose against the others.]
And you might be a brat, but I adore your brattiness, my love.
But he sees what the demon wants from him and while, in theory, it should be easy enough, for someone like John, it's a bit of a struggle for him to go along with, never mind actually do. He tries — he's trying to, hence his telling both Alec and Caliban about how he is, the ways he might act, his moods. Things he's aware of and tries to work on, but... sometimes it's just too difficult even for him to go against himself. To not give into kneejerk reactions or do what his own instinct within him tells him to.
Bringing his hands up, he cards both sets of fingers through the demon's hair, just watching the way they pass though rather effortlessly, hands dropping down to the nape of the other's neck then, holding to him there as he remains in that lap. ]
The only downside to a permanent contract is that I can't threaten to break it when I get mad at you.
[ There's a smirk at those words before his hand comes down to land a spank on John's ass before he takes a possessive grip of it, tugging the other a little firmer against his lap.]
Well, perhaps it's a little bit of both. Your tight ass would lead me astray in any universe.
[ He teased, a soft chuckle dancing through his voice. Caliban's head tilts back a little as those hands pass through his golden curls. ]
Hm, true you're going to have find some other way to express how mad you are at me.
[ There's a little hum as he brushes another hand along the others hip, just under his shirt.]
[ No one would care anyways and John doesn't like the attention. ]
But you should take me somewhere really nice for like a week or something. Maybe two. Like a honeymoon but not really, you know? Hell if I know if they have places like that around here though.
[ It's not as if there's anywhere beyond Duplicity to their knowledge after all. But with arms coming to wind around the other's neck, he hums a little in thought as he shifts ever-so-gently there on that lap, letting the demon touch and hold him however he wants. Like usual. Like before. ]
Or we could get a room somewhere and you watch me get gangbanged by a bunch of strangers until you show me what it really means to be fucked. But maybe I'd get off on that more than you would.
[ Caliban would argue about the no one caring thing- he was sure that Magnus, Reggie, Alec, and Jace would all attend such a ceremony, even if it was a small one. Intimate.
But he also doesn't want to push John into a situation he'd hate. ]
I'm sure you and I can find a little room to steal away for a week- to enjoy each other's company. We already did have a wedding night, after all.
[ Granted, it had been a fake wedding but still, a honeymoon wasn't out of the question.
Of course, then John uses that filthy mouth against him again, his eyes darkened at the very, very thought of that. Sure- Caliban could be possessive to the point you'd think he'd hate such a thing but hey- the image in his head of John being wrecked was god damn appealing. ]
Oh? You'd get off on such a thing? Hm? [ His fingers might have tightened on the others hip as he sucked on the inside of his cheek.] You would look...delicious after that. And I do adore seeing you..hm..used and covered, as you well know.
So I don't think you should underestimate my enjoyment of such a thing. [ Besides, gangbangs was why he enjoyed Reggie so much.] Of course- you would have to admit that my cock was the one you desired most, pretty demon.
You always did get that look in your eye whenever I'd go on about how good your cock is.
[ A lot of it, in the beginning at least, had been done as a means to rile the demon up — to get him to fuck him harder and rougher and make him forget everything and everyone with tapping into that possessive and somewhat jealous side of the demon. Now? Well. He can't exactly say it's a cock he can forget having inside him.
So when Caliban seems to go for the gangbang idea there — of seeing his submissive with cocks stuffed in his ass and mouth over and over again until he can barely take any more, he grins and kisses him. Humming as he does. Low and throaty, almost as if purring into the other's mouth.
Nipping at that bottom lip again, he breaks their kiss but, like before, keeps his lips close enough to let them linger and ghost over Caliban's as he speaks. ]
I have a condition though. [ Ducking his head down, he kisses at the demon's neck a few times before he brings his head back up and says, rather firmly over those lips as if he were the dominant between them. ] I don't want Jace over here. Ever.
It might be my favorite thing to hear you talk about, next to the sight of you stuffed with it. Or covered in my essence...or begging for it..
[ Those words flow out of him without hesitation, the dirty talk coming naturally as it ever had. There's jolt of pleasure through Caliban as the other gives that happy, pleased little hum. Honestly, there was already an edge of eroticism going through Caliban at the idea of the gangbang, and the very possessive idea of owning John for himself like this- not to mention those kisses at his neck and his growing cock between his legs that by the time the other bought up that condition, Caliban would have given John just about god damn anything. But appealing to Caliban's sinful side had always been the way to get what you wanted.
His hand squeezes John's ass again as he meets those eyes with a moment of raising both his eyebrows.
Caliban enjoyed the shadowhunters company and he was aware enough of the tensions of the two boys that he understood the request emotionally, even if it seemed more spiteful than anything else.]
If that's what you wish, then he won't step over the threshold again.
[ Caliban said simply, as he nips hungrily at the other's lips.]
You well declare yourself mine, to people, of course. [ He wants John to say such things, of course.]
[ There's something about the raising of those brows at the request he makes to Caliban that gets his blood running hot and a wicked little grin to touch at his lips. He stays right there, of course, in that warm lap with arms loosely draped around the demon's neck and he scoffs at that last part there, a tilt of his head coming. ]
Let's get one thing straight here. I'm the one in charge. Always have been, always will be. I may have this line down my throat that says otherwise, but you and I both know it's true.
[ He says it all so confidently, as if he knows he's right and he nips at Caliban's bottom lip a moment later, keeping in nice and close as he continues, a glassy sort of confident possessiveness there in his eyes. ]
I can't tell Alec who can and can't be with. But I can with you. Because you are mine.
[ With anyone else he might have argued such a point but John wasn't wrong, as the mutant had always dictated the terms of their relationship. John had always had that power over the demon from the moment Caliban had felt that intense, sexual, utterly brilliant connection they shared.
Still, Caliban's hand was going to reach up and curl around John's throat- fitting nicely as if it belonged there. His thumb reaching up to brush along the other lower lip.]
Hm, you are right. You are in charge.
[ It's a simple thing to admit- the way his words flow out of his lips as meets those confident eyes.]
I am yours. Every inch of me. Every dark little part...
[ Caliban didn't even mind the fact that the other seem to want to tell him who he couldn't and could be with- if that gave the other a broader sense of control, of ownership of their relationship. How could he be mad?]
But it is a two-way street, my pretty boy. You are just as much mine.
[ Something flickers there within John's eyes when Caliban more or less agrees that he is, in fact, the one in charge between them. But it's not just that that seems to get to him. It's the fact that he's willing to let him be the one to call (most of) the shots between them and in doing so, it makes him feel powerful. Makes him feel as if he has some sort of control while being here.
In doing so, it makes him feel more cocky. More confident. More... needy. ]
Prove it. [ He dares, leaning back, hands holding to the back of Caliban's neck as he does. ] Use your knife to mark me. Brand me with it and heat.
[ And despite the severity of such a request, he does, one hundred percent, mean it. ]
[ Caliban wasn't exactly that, for all the depraved stuff they've done together in the past, for all the things John had been willing to indulge him with. From his demon stamina to fucking him in public- actually using his knife on John, actually marking him as his in such a...ritualistic and intense way was actually rather shocking even for the demon.
His eyes do darken though at the idea of it- at the pain he'd taste on his tongue and the utter sight of John with his mark in such a...proper way. John could no doubt feel the way the demon's cock was already filling under his ass at such an idea.
The demon's eyes do meet with John's again, trying to read the other to make sure this was something he genuinely desired.]
Are you sure you wish to see me in such a way? At my darkest? [ He teased as he nipped at the others jawline playfully.] To see what such an act would do to me? Unleash in me?
[ John has a darkness of his own inside him and while he hasn't entirely tapped into it — murder and the like — while being here, it still lingers near the surface of who he is and with Caliban, there's times when he lets himself indulge in things that border a little more harder. A little more darker. All because it gets him off and Caliban is more than willing to always indulge him in those desires. ]
Just as long as you make sure to unleash inside me.
[ Grin on his lips, he kisses Caliban, humming in a way which tells just how pleased he is at the thought. ]
Fuck me up, demon daddy. [ Softly, he chuckles against those lips, nosing at him. ] Make your mark permanent on me.
Hm, trust me there is no place I'd rather unleash it...
[ And honestly, if he was gonna do it with anyone it was going to be John but it's still not how he expected this yule night to go at all. He smiles into that kiss but it has the harsher edge as he nips at the other lips just a bit more painful than usual as he sank into the other. But the other humming, giving all those telltale little signs he was in fact, pleased about this was easily putting any fears the demon might have had to bed quickly enough.
There's another twitch of his cock under John at being called demon daddy, no matter how joking the words were said. He did want to see his boy ruined, used, and utterly his.
There's no hesitation at those words as Caliban simply waves his hand to teleport them to the bed in that usual tunnel of fire. His body tilts the others forward as his hands find John's to pin him to the bed, his lips still pressed against John's in that hungry, all-consuming kiss as he's just letting out every utter, dark desire he has right now. ]
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You're welcome.
[ He said simply as he glanced down at the other small gift near him- he was quite curious what it was but first..]
In a moment, my love. [ A hand reaches over to gently brush over that rune-covered bracelet to cause it to glow for a second before Caliban's hand drops away. ]
Just do me a favor first- [ His hand easily moved to curl into a ball and open it again. If John repeated it, he'd get a small ball of hellfire in his hand to enjoy and control.]
Just repeat that motion.
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...and there's fire suddenly within the palm of his hand.
For a moment, he's startled, not having expected that by any means and it shows in the way he looks to the demon. Confused. Amazed? Mostly confused. ]
But... how? You did that?
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You did that, actually.
[ He pointed out with a little nod to the braclet.]
Hellfire at the palm of your hand, whenever you want it. John. It's mostly a mini summoning spell and a few other things but...
It's yours whenever you want it.
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It's useful but... also sweet. ]
Your fire. [ He says then, soft. ] It's your fire you're letting me use.
[ Hellfire and all, as Caliban put it. Even with it not being his own, from a technical standpoint, he still appreciates it — still wants it and so he's quiet for a moment as he watches the rolling flame before he licks over his lips and looks to the demon. To his dominant. ]
Thank you. Really.
[ Gently, he closes his hand into a fist, snuffing out the flame and he reaches for Caliban's gift, a relatively small but rectangular box. Handing it to him, he breathes out a sigh and nods to it. ]
This uh... is for you. Happy... solstice. I guess.
[ When Caliban opens the box, inside he will find a pen. A fancy gold pen with decorative patterns — some of flames — weaved through it. ]
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Yes. [ It was technically his fire- since normally he'd summon up a connection with hell itself to produce it but well- such a thing was hard to come by in the city, with any magic outside the universe seemingly presented. So giving the other his own slice of his fire was the best solution.]
And you're welcome- though, it's a little more intense than normal flames, so keep that in mind.
[ He teased easily as the other snuffed out that flame. He was going to say more before the other handed him that gift and he pressed his lips together as he took that gift and opened it, easily picking up that pen in his hands and peering down at it with a little smile.
It was beautiful.]
Oh.
It's beautiful, John.
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As it stands, he doesn't.
When he'd bought that pen, there had been a very clear reason for it in mind. Something he's refused to entertain and doesn't very often speak about with anyone before quickly shutting it down, getting annoyed, or brushing it off as something he doesn't care about. However, with how things have become with his year spent here in this city and even more not-so-recent but still recent enough things, maybe he's had a change of heart, if even just a little. Imagine that.
His knees bounces as he sits there on the floor, legs still pulled up close to his chest and he drags his teeth over his bottom lip, watching Caliban marvel at the craftsmanship of the pen. Of course someone who builds things out of wood and whatever else would appreciate the beauty of it. But, again, not the real reason behind it. ]
It's for you to sign our contract with.
[ He explains then, though their contract isn't due to be up just yet. So he further explains, clearing his throat. ]
A permanent one. If... you want.
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Of course, then John started to speak- the demon's eyes flicking up to see those nerves running through the mutant- the almost shy way he was looking at him. The way those waves were rolling off John as Caliban's eyebrows arch up at the weight of what the other was giving him. Or at least offering him, weighed on his shoulders.]
You want to me...you what us to be permanent?
[ He repeated, those long blond curls brushing into his face as he sucked on the inside of his cheek before he reached a hand out to just brushing his fingers along John's.]
If I want? You say that as if I'd ever say no to such an offer. Belonging to me in such a way...
Having this as your home.
[ Don't mind him just reaching over to scoop John's neck to drag him into a deep, passionate kiss. As if that was a simple enough expression of his adoration for John.]
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But with his having been here for a year now and his never going to get to be with Alec under the same dominant, he's figured maybe something more stable for himself night be for the best.
He lets himself be pulled in for that kiss, a soft hum there on his lips and he returns that kiss with just as much passion. At least until he comes to pull back just enough to look to the demon. ]
Who else am I gonna contract with? [ He asks then, genuine. ] Not like anyone else can put up with the amount of my shit that you do and still want me around.
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Still, for the demon, it's just one more reason to stay in this world properly. To keep John close. One more way to keep him safe. Caliban smiles against the others lips, enjoying that telltale sound of John being happy with him.]
Well now-..that's quite the question. [ There's a soft hum at that as he gives a simple tilt of his head back at that question. ] It's their loss, John. They clearly lack the understanding of just how captivating you are. As for the trouble...
[ Caliban just hums as he reaches up to brush some of the other's dark hair out of his eyes.] I wouldn't want you any other way. Even if you are kinda a brat.
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[ He's joking but also, not really.
Letting go of a breath, he sits back some there by the fire, looking to the pen he's gifted the demon with and the meaning behind it before he looks to the bracelet he's been give — a means to create fire, if even borrowed and not entirely his own. ]
I need your word that you'll do whatever it takes to make sure I'll be ok here. Even if sometimes what I ask of you might be extreme or confusing. If it makes me feel better... if it makes me feel safe, I need to know I can depend on you for that.
[ Such as Caliban throwing up the wards when he'd ask. Yes, he'd done it, but it doesn't mean he would do it again or something even far more extreme. Which, John tilts his head then. ]
Would you kill someone for me? I don't mean literally right now I'm asking you to, but. If I did... would you?
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[ Caliban teased the other back without missing a beat but it was the truth- after so long with the presence of the other in his life. His...natural enjoyment of being around the other had been instantaneous when they met, the way they connected sexually could have powered the whole city for months. And really, he'd always been playing by John's rules. Even then. Even straight away. The other had managed to capture and keep the demon king with such little effort.
Caliban rolled that pen between his fingers as his eyes narrowed at those words, at that question.
There's a pause as his tongue brushes out along his lower lip because he still has that darkness inside him- that pure need to torture, to control, to rule, and yes, even harm. It was his very essence after all- to sin.]
I would burn every single person in this city if you asked me, John, without a second thought. Killing another mortal for you- wouldn't take much of a consideration. My concern is always you- above them.
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Reaching out for the demon, he slips an arm around his neck and pushes back at him, crawling his way into his lap that he straddles, nice and slow. Blue-gray eyes curiously look over the demon's face, as if contemplating something before he finally steals a slow and sensual kiss from him, drawing it out a little longer than he normally does before he nips at Caliban's bottom lip, pulling back just enough to brush his lips over the demon's as he speaks. ]
Tell me something you don't want me to do. [ He asks, eyes glassy and curious. ] I may be a brat but I can also play nice. You're my dominant. Tell me what I'm not allowed to do.
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It's physical, the way of his cock twitches under the other as he calls him his dominant- his tongue brushing along his lower lip for the taste of the other as meets those eyes. God. He does love a brat for so many reasons...
And there are about a thousand different things he wants to say and plenty of dirty ones, but instead, he focuses on the most logical thing.]
You do not hide from me. Or, at least, you do your best not to shield yourself. If you need something, you ask. If you feel something- you tell me. You are my submissive, you do not stand on your own.
[ He pointed out as he bumped his nose against the others.]
And you might be a brat, but I adore your brattiness, my love.
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[ Speaking of being a brat, anyone?
But he sees what the demon wants from him and while, in theory, it should be easy enough, for someone like John, it's a bit of a struggle for him to go along with, never mind actually do. He tries — he's trying to, hence his telling both Alec and Caliban about how he is, the ways he might act, his moods. Things he's aware of and tries to work on, but... sometimes it's just too difficult even for him to go against himself. To not give into kneejerk reactions or do what his own instinct within him tells him to.
Bringing his hands up, he cards both sets of fingers through the demon's hair, just watching the way they pass though rather effortlessly, hands dropping down to the nape of the other's neck then, holding to him there as he remains in that lap. ]
The only downside to a permanent contract is that I can't threaten to break it when I get mad at you.
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Well, perhaps it's a little bit of both. Your tight ass would lead me astray in any universe.
[ He teased, a soft chuckle dancing through his voice. Caliban's head tilts back a little as those hands pass through his golden curls. ]
Hm, true you're going to have find some other way to express how mad you are at me.
[ There's a little hum as he brushes another hand along the others hip, just under his shirt.]
Do you wish to have a ceremony?
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[ No one would care anyways and John doesn't like the attention. ]
But you should take me somewhere really nice for like a week or something. Maybe two. Like a honeymoon but not really, you know? Hell if I know if they have places like that around here though.
[ It's not as if there's anywhere beyond Duplicity to their knowledge after all. But with arms coming to wind around the other's neck, he hums a little in thought as he shifts ever-so-gently there on that lap, letting the demon touch and hold him however he wants. Like usual. Like before. ]
Or we could get a room somewhere and you watch me get gangbanged by a bunch of strangers until you show me what it really means to be fucked. But maybe I'd get off on that more than you would.
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[ Caliban would argue about the no one caring thing- he was sure that Magnus, Reggie, Alec, and Jace would all attend such a ceremony, even if it was a small one. Intimate.
But he also doesn't want to push John into a situation he'd hate. ]
I'm sure you and I can find a little room to steal away for a week- to enjoy each other's company. We already did have a wedding night, after all.
[ Granted, it had been a fake wedding but still, a honeymoon wasn't out of the question.
Of course, then John uses that filthy mouth against him again, his eyes darkened at the very, very thought of that. Sure- Caliban could be possessive to the point you'd think he'd hate such a thing but hey- the image in his head of John being wrecked was god damn appealing. ]
Oh? You'd get off on such a thing? Hm? [ His fingers might have tightened on the others hip as he sucked on the inside of his cheek.] You would look...delicious after that. And I do adore seeing you..hm..used and covered, as you well know.
So I don't think you should underestimate my enjoyment of such a thing. [ Besides, gangbangs was why he enjoyed Reggie so much.] Of course- you would have to admit that my cock was the one you desired most, pretty demon.
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[ A lot of it, in the beginning at least, had been done as a means to rile the demon up — to get him to fuck him harder and rougher and make him forget everything and everyone with tapping into that possessive and somewhat jealous side of the demon. Now? Well. He can't exactly say it's a cock he can forget having inside him.
So when Caliban seems to go for the gangbang idea there — of seeing his submissive with cocks stuffed in his ass and mouth over and over again until he can barely take any more, he grins and kisses him. Humming as he does. Low and throaty, almost as if purring into the other's mouth.
Nipping at that bottom lip again, he breaks their kiss but, like before, keeps his lips close enough to let them linger and ghost over Caliban's as he speaks. ]
I have a condition though. [ Ducking his head down, he kisses at the demon's neck a few times before he brings his head back up and says, rather firmly over those lips as if he were the dominant between them. ] I don't want Jace over here. Ever.
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[ Those words flow out of him without hesitation, the dirty talk coming naturally as it ever had. There's jolt of pleasure through Caliban as the other gives that happy, pleased little hum. Honestly, there was already an edge of eroticism going through Caliban at the idea of the gangbang, and the very possessive idea of owning John for himself like this- not to mention those kisses at his neck and his growing cock between his legs that by the time the other bought up that condition, Caliban would have given John just about god damn anything. But appealing to Caliban's sinful side had always been the way to get what you wanted.
His hand squeezes John's ass again as he meets those eyes with a moment of raising both his eyebrows.
Caliban enjoyed the shadowhunters company and he was aware enough of the tensions of the two boys that he understood the request emotionally, even if it seemed more spiteful than anything else.]
If that's what you wish, then he won't step over the threshold again.
[ Caliban said simply, as he nips hungrily at the other's lips.]
You well declare yourself mine, to people, of course. [ He wants John to say such things, of course.]
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Let's get one thing straight here. I'm the one in charge. Always have been, always will be. I may have this line down my throat that says otherwise, but you and I both know it's true.
[ He says it all so confidently, as if he knows he's right and he nips at Caliban's bottom lip a moment later, keeping in nice and close as he continues, a glassy sort of confident possessiveness there in his eyes. ]
I can't tell Alec who can and can't be with. But I can with you. Because you are mine.
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Still, Caliban's hand was going to reach up and curl around John's throat- fitting nicely as if it belonged there. His thumb reaching up to brush along the other lower lip.]
Hm, you are right. You are in charge.
[ It's a simple thing to admit- the way his words flow out of his lips as meets those confident eyes.]
I am yours. Every inch of me. Every dark little part...
[ Caliban didn't even mind the fact that the other seem to want to tell him who he couldn't and could be with- if that gave the other a broader sense of control, of ownership of their relationship. How could he be mad?]
But it is a two-way street, my pretty boy. You are just as much mine.
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In doing so, it makes him feel more cocky. More confident. More... needy. ]
Prove it. [ He dares, leaning back, hands holding to the back of Caliban's neck as he does. ] Use your knife to mark me. Brand me with it and heat.
[ And despite the severity of such a request, he does, one hundred percent, mean it. ]
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His eyes do darken though at the idea of it- at the pain he'd taste on his tongue and the utter sight of John with his mark in such a...proper way. John could no doubt feel the way the demon's cock was already filling under his ass at such an idea.
The demon's eyes do meet with John's again, trying to read the other to make sure this was something he genuinely desired.]
Are you sure you wish to see me in such a way? At my darkest? [ He teased as he nipped at the others jawline playfully.] To see what such an act would do to me? Unleash in me?
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Just as long as you make sure to unleash inside me.
[ Grin on his lips, he kisses Caliban, humming in a way which tells just how pleased he is at the thought. ]
Fuck me up, demon daddy. [ Softly, he chuckles against those lips, nosing at him. ] Make your mark permanent on me.
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[ And honestly, if he was gonna do it with anyone it was going to be John but it's still not how he expected this yule night to go at all. He smiles into that kiss but it has the harsher edge as he nips at the other lips just a bit more painful than usual as he sank into the other. But the other humming, giving all those telltale little signs he was in fact, pleased about this was easily putting any fears the demon might have had to bed quickly enough.
There's another twitch of his cock under John at being called demon daddy, no matter how joking the words were said. He did want to see his boy ruined, used, and utterly his.
There's no hesitation at those words as Caliban simply waves his hand to teleport them to the bed in that usual tunnel of fire. His body tilts the others forward as his hands find John's to pin him to the bed, his lips still pressed against John's in that hungry, all-consuming kiss as he's just letting out every utter, dark desire he has right now. ]
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guess should have warned for knifeplay oops
Oh big ooops
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