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. ]
[ The sudden wrap of fire around them is something he's grown used to by now that it never surprises him anymore. In a way, it's become familiar to him in the time he's spent here. So when they suddenly end up on the bed — when his hands are pinned there and the demon on top of him kissing him hash and possessively, he moans against the other's mouth, arching up into him for more.
Tilting his head back some, he gasps for a breath of air, head canting to the side and eyes blissfully shut as he offers his neck up to the demon's lips, mouth, and teeth. ]
Gonna have your mark on me when all those cocks are fucking both my holes. Seeing that no matter how many times they come inside me, I still belong to you.
[ Words he moans as heels dig into the mattress, not even bothering to fight against the hold Caliban has on his wrists. Submitting to him because he wants to. Because he needs it. ]
[ Caliban always enjoyed when John gave him that power over him, it made him drunk on him in the best way. The fact the other chose to give himself under his power was simply better than the demand or expectation the other might have had for a normal mortal- and that was why John had always held the reigns between them.
The demon takes that offered neck, and his lips easily bite and suck and bruise a mark into that neck, it's all teeth and sharp, tiny packets of pain as he gives a soft growl at the other's words. At the images of John in his mind, of being filled and used- of dripping with come but his mark still burned into that skin. A sign to show the world that John was owned. And was his. And god, that thought made him hard. ]
And not a single cock will satisfy you quite like mine... You'd be dripping come and still crawling between my legs for a taste of mine- a taste of your dominant..
[ Caliban's growls back at the other- his eyes dark and dangerous, but oh so intense as he finally leans back just a touch to wave his hand- literal firey chains sneaking along the bed to curl around John's wrists to pull him tight against the bed. To pull back his arms and chest, to keep the other under his power has he waves his hand again to let that slightly curved, sharp dagger engraved with various runes and a hilt that seemed to be filled with various demonic imagery on it. His large, impressive cock was already digging into John's ass as he hummed. ]
I cannot wait to see you play the whore.. [ He pointed out as he dragged that dagger down, along John's clothed chest for a moment, his eyes glued to his face to see the others reaction.]
[ John so rarely chooses to submit to others. He's a brat by default and a smartass to boot, bit with Caliban... it's just different. It always has been with the demon, so submitting to him like this is nothing he himself doesn't want to indulge in.
When those fiery chains are locked around his wrists, he moans, not the least bit afraid of being burned what with his control of fire and the fact that he knows Caliban would never intentionally try to burn him. Not that he really could anyways. He gives a teasing tug at them, testing their resistance before he knocks his head back against the pillows and watches the demon manifest that dagger of his. ]
Nothing big. [ He says then, in regards to whatever mark Caliban is looking to engrave into his skin. ] The only thing big I want is your cock in my ass.
[ Caliban's smirk doesn't fade when the other moans at the bondage around his wrists, at the very notion of being trapped like this by Caliban. There's a spark in his eyes at those dirty talk- hearing John talk about his cock was always a joy but he did take that information in all the same. Nothing too big of a mark. ]
Oh, considering the mood I'm in, I'll be filling every one of your pretty holes with that.
[ He teased as he finally hooked the dagger on John's shirt before he simply started to slice down- cutting the other out of the other shirt, the dagger only lightly brushing against the skin of the other for now, a hint of what was to come.]
So something small, something intimate- something you know is mine... [ He hummed, as he pressed that cock against the others trapped ass as he considered what he should do. ]
[ Letting Caliban mark him — brand him with his knife and possible heat is different than his having a matching tattoo with Alec. It's why he had suggested it with the demon, not wanting another tattoo on his body but, rather, something different. Something that was more... them.
Shifting some beneath the demon, he hums a little, feeling the warmth of that fire against his wrists as he watches the way the demon considers what to do — what to mark his skin with with the use of that dagger of his. Licking over his lips, he breathes out. ]
[ Caliban's eyes flick up at the sight of John's words as his lips press together at the very idea of ownership- of genuinely owning John in the way that really, truly matters in this city.
There's a little brush of the knife just over the opposite side of John's chest to his heart, like a mirror image. The sharp edge pressing against the skin but not quite enough to cut it just yet.]
....Are you ready?
[ He asked as he lowered his head to brush his lips against John's lips- his dark, eyes dancing into the others.]
[ Regardless of wanting to or not, his body shivers at the feel of the knife brushing over his bare skin. Again, Caliban goes and destroys one of his shirts and again, he knows it'll be magically replaced. Some things never change, do they?
Swallowing, he tilts his head back some. Not enough to not see the knife and the way it gently brushes along his skin, but enough that, if he chooses not to look, he can focus on the demon instead. If he wants. Because, in all honesty, he has no idea how this is going to go despite the thrill of it all sending shivers up his spine. ]
Make me all yours, demon daddy.
[ Really, he means that as a joke and yet, sort of has a nice ring to it. ]
[ There's a ghost of a smirk at John's words against that jawline as the submissive tilts his head back. It's an amusing enough nickname, even if his cock does give a twitch at it- humor or not, it's certainly doing something for him.
Caliban's aware that this was uncharted territory for them- well for John, less for Caliban.
It takes him about a microsecond to choose the brand. The mark, would be on John's skin till either one of them chooses to heal it. The mark of the king, the mark of pandemonium.
There's a little breath that he doesn't need to take before he simply makes that first cut into John's skin- his eyes soaking in John's expression, wanting to see every last little reaction to it.]
[ Despite his knowing that it's coming, when he feels the tip of that blade touch his skin, he flinches - breath catching in the back of his throat.
He tests the fiery bonds out of a sort of kneejerk reaction, not really wanting to try and free himself, but just needing to do SOMETHING with the way his body reacts on instinct with wanting to pull away from that blade. From that first shallow cut into his skin.
The sound he makes is one of surprise bleeding into a gasp and his breath hitches for a moment, chest trying to pull away almost but unable to. It doesn't hurt. It's just a nick after all. For now. ]
[ There's almost more demon sort of edge to his pretty features as the other flitches and reacts to that dagger. A hand moving down to grip the other hip so tightly it would leave bruises if the other tried to jerk away from it as he finishes his first cut. ]
Hm- that's right...breath.
[ He muttered, he could taste the others pain in the air- on the tip of his tongue and god, wasn't that something?
If John wanted to stop, the demon would easily stop but for now, he was just going to angle his knife to keep moving along the others chest.] ]
[ The thing about all of this is that he knows Caliban would stop if he asked him to. He's never been afraid of the demon and the demon has never once made an attempt to physically harm in a way that was cruel and torturous, even when they barely knew each other. Maybe it's the fact that fire likes fire, who knows.
What he does know is that this hurts in a way that's not enough to make him want the other to stop. So he grins and bears it, teeth sinking down into his bottom lip as he tilts his head back, wrists pushing at the fiery restraints. ]
[ There's a little stop of that knife at that question, the blond pausing to suck on his cheek as he gently pressed himself up against John's ass as if that honestly gave the other the reply he required to such a thing.]
I do- yes but that shouldn't be a surprise considering you know where my kingdom lies.
[ He pointed out as he moved back to keep drawing along that next line of the brand, his eyes dropping to watch that blood start to pool down, along the other's chest.]
I can taste it, your pain- the fact I'm doing it...Hm..
[ He mused lightly as he brushes a tongue along his lower lip.]
[ He doesn't bother to hesitate in giving that answer, despite the way in which he gasps as he does. Admittedly, this isn't anything he can say he's done before. Sexually or otherwise. It's an entirely different sensation and one which his body keeps wanting to recoil from on instinct alone.
Tugging at the fiery restraints, he tips his head back some, lips parted and eyes shut, a leg bending at the knee with heel digging into the mattress. ]
[ Honestly he's always valued John's ability to tell him the truth- outside when he's being a brat, anyway- and there's no reason to doubt those words as they flow from John's lips. Caliban soaks in the sight of those pretty lips parted and the other embracing that level of pain, allowing himself to soak it in. There's a soft oh so pleasing hum from the demon as he lowered his head down to find his lips brushing against John's collarbone- an affectionate little gesture as he digs that knife a little harsher to finish off that line of the mark before turning it- easily starting that next little line. He was slowly working on that rather traditional, six-pointed demonic star that was so effortless connected to hell, granted, with a few twists in it. ]
Hm, different but not bad?
[ He mummered against that skin tilting his head up to nip at John's jawline- clearly becoming more and more lost in that wave of power, of ownership, of pleasure of marking his claim in such a primal way for the demon.]
[ Pinpricks of tears touch at the corners of his eyes but they don't come to fall — John won't let them as he squirms there against both the bed and the demon. That heel of his bent leg digs harder into the mattress, tangling up in the sheets a little as his head remains tipped back, a gasp there on his lips. ]
God— you're being slow on purpose, you prick.
[ Savoring the pain and the way he squirms against him, obviously. As if he doesn't know wat Caliban is doing — how much he's enjoying this power trip of his right now with John submitting and all. ]
Ooo, you fiqured out my game. Careful with that language or I'll spank you after.
[ Caliban wasn't about to deny it, if that amused tone running through his voice was anything to go by. There's a flick of his eyebrow at those words before he simply keeps cutting, easily creating that next few lines in quick succession. ]
Hm- why would I do that when I already have your heart?
[ He pointed out as he easily tilted his head to find a spot on the others neck to mark- easily biting down and creating a deeper, darker bruise that John would have to wear for the next little while. Plus, more pain distracted from his next, and hopefully soon to be over, cut.]
[ The sound John makes at the simultaneous bite and cut is one which is a lot more louder and slightly pained than he's ever given before. His mind goes blank — fire sparking out from his fingertips thanks to that bracelet he wears, spilling down the bed. Sheets catch fire, the wall scorched, John unable to control it what with his mind shaking in pain. He can feel the heat from the flames burning around them, but he's unable to do anything about them, even if some part of his mind tells him he needs to, he can't. Not when he's being cut into and pinned down from a bite to his neck.
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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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Tilting his head back some, he gasps for a breath of air, head canting to the side and eyes blissfully shut as he offers his neck up to the demon's lips, mouth, and teeth. ]
Gonna have your mark on me when all those cocks are fucking both my holes. Seeing that no matter how many times they come inside me, I still belong to you.
[ Words he moans as heels dig into the mattress, not even bothering to fight against the hold Caliban has on his wrists. Submitting to him because he wants to. Because he needs it. ]
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The demon takes that offered neck, and his lips easily bite and suck and bruise a mark into that neck, it's all teeth and sharp, tiny packets of pain as he gives a soft growl at the other's words. At the images of John in his mind, of being filled and used- of dripping with come but his mark still burned into that skin. A sign to show the world that John was owned. And was his. And god, that thought made him hard. ]
And not a single cock will satisfy you quite like mine... You'd be dripping come and still crawling between my legs for a taste of mine- a taste of your dominant..
[ Caliban's growls back at the other- his eyes dark and dangerous, but oh so intense as he finally leans back just a touch to wave his hand- literal firey chains sneaking along the bed to curl around John's wrists to pull him tight against the bed. To pull back his arms and chest, to keep the other under his power has he waves his hand again to let that slightly curved, sharp dagger engraved with various runes and a hilt that seemed to be filled with various demonic imagery on it. His large, impressive cock was already digging into John's ass as he hummed. ]
I cannot wait to see you play the whore.. [ He pointed out as he dragged that dagger down, along John's clothed chest for a moment, his eyes glued to his face to see the others reaction.]
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When those fiery chains are locked around his wrists, he moans, not the least bit afraid of being burned what with his control of fire and the fact that he knows Caliban would never intentionally try to burn him. Not that he really could anyways. He gives a teasing tug at them, testing their resistance before he knocks his head back against the pillows and watches the demon manifest that dagger of his. ]
Nothing big. [ He says then, in regards to whatever mark Caliban is looking to engrave into his skin. ] The only thing big I want is your cock in my ass.
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Oh, considering the mood I'm in, I'll be filling every one of your pretty holes with that.
[ He teased as he finally hooked the dagger on John's shirt before he simply started to slice down- cutting the other out of the other shirt, the dagger only lightly brushing against the skin of the other for now, a hint of what was to come.]
So something small, something intimate- something you know is mine... [ He hummed, as he pressed that cock against the others trapped ass as he considered what he should do. ]
Something for the world to know you are owned.
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Shifting some beneath the demon, he hums a little, feeling the warmth of that fire against his wrists as he watches the way the demon considers what to do — what to mark his skin with with the use of that dagger of his. Licking over his lips, he breathes out. ]
A symbol that shows ownership.
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There's a little brush of the knife just over the opposite side of John's chest to his heart, like a mirror image. The sharp edge pressing against the skin but not quite enough to cut it just yet.]
....Are you ready?
[ He asked as he lowered his head to brush his lips against John's lips- his dark, eyes dancing into the others.]
To be mine??
guess should have warned for knifeplay oops
Swallowing, he tilts his head back some. Not enough to not see the knife and the way it gently brushes along his skin, but enough that, if he chooses not to look, he can focus on the demon instead. If he wants. Because, in all honesty, he has no idea how this is going to go despite the thrill of it all sending shivers up his spine. ]
Make me all yours, demon daddy.
[ Really, he means that as a joke and yet, sort of has a nice ring to it. ]
Oh big ooops
Caliban's aware that this was uncharted territory for them- well for John, less for Caliban.
It takes him about a microsecond to choose the brand. The mark, would be on John's skin till either one of them chooses to heal it. The mark of the king, the mark of pandemonium.
There's a little breath that he doesn't need to take before he simply makes that first cut into John's skin- his eyes soaking in John's expression, wanting to see every last little reaction to it.]
Mine.
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He tests the fiery bonds out of a sort of kneejerk reaction, not really wanting to try and free himself, but just needing to do SOMETHING with the way his body reacts on instinct with wanting to pull away from that blade. From that first shallow cut into his skin.
The sound he makes is one of surprise bleeding into a gasp and his breath hitches for a moment, chest trying to pull away almost but unable to. It doesn't hurt. It's just a nick after all. For now. ]
Fuck.
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Hm- that's right...breath.
[ He muttered, he could taste the others pain in the air- on the tip of his tongue and god, wasn't that something?
If John wanted to stop, the demon would easily stop but for now, he was just going to angle his knife to keep moving along the others chest.] ]
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What he does know is that this hurts in a way that's not enough to make him want the other to stop. So he grins and bears it, teeth sinking down into his bottom lip as he tilts his head back, wrists pushing at the fiery restraints. ]
You get off on this, don't you?
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I do- yes but that shouldn't be a surprise considering you know where my kingdom lies.
[ He pointed out as he moved back to keep drawing along that next line of the brand, his eyes dropping to watch that blood start to pool down, along the other's chest.]
I can taste it, your pain- the fact I'm doing it...Hm..
[ He mused lightly as he brushes a tongue along his lower lip.]
Does that scare you?
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[ He doesn't bother to hesitate in giving that answer, despite the way in which he gasps as he does. Admittedly, this isn't anything he can say he's done before. Sexually or otherwise. It's an entirely different sensation and one which his body keeps wanting to recoil from on instinct alone.
Tugging at the fiery restraints, he tips his head back some, lips parted and eyes shut, a leg bending at the knee with heel digging into the mattress. ]
It's just... different.
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Hm, different but not bad?
[ He mummered against that skin tilting his head up to nip at John's jawline- clearly becoming more and more lost in that wave of power, of ownership, of pleasure of marking his claim in such a primal way for the demon.]
My pretty boy..
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God— you're being slow on purpose, you prick.
[ Savoring the pain and the way he squirms against him, obviously. As if he doesn't know wat Caliban is doing — how much he's enjoying this power trip of his right now with John submitting and all. ]
Just fucking cut my heart out why don't you?
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[ Caliban wasn't about to deny it, if that amused tone running through his voice was anything to go by. There's a flick of his eyebrow at those words before he simply keeps cutting, easily creating that next few lines in quick succession. ]
Hm- why would I do that when I already have your heart?
[ He pointed out as he easily tilted his head to find a spot on the others neck to mark- easily biting down and creating a deeper, darker bruise that John would have to wear for the next little while. Plus, more pain distracted from his next, and hopefully soon to be over, cut.]
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If they burn, they burn, it seems. ]
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