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[ 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. ]

Something for the world to know you are owned.

[ 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. ]

A symbol that shows ownership.

[ 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.]

To be mine??

[ 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.]

Mine.

[ 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. ]

Fuck.

[ 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. ]

You get off on this, don't you?

[ 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.]

Does that scare you?

No.

[ 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.

[ 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.]

My pretty boy..

[ 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. ]

Just fucking cut my heart out why don't you?

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.

If they burn, they burn, it seems. ]

[ The others pained sound just shoots through the demon, affecting every one of his cells. Caliban's just going to smirk wider as that fire suddenly erupts around them, those sheets burning so intense that even the demon could feel the heat of the flames licking around them. Thank god Reggie wasn't living with them anymore- if only because an actual house fire would be hard to explain to literally anyone. Caliban's other hand was just going to grip John's hip before he burns away the rest of John's clothes and his- his cock, huge and hard and pressed against John's as he leans over him. His hand was just going to come up to brush through the blood of the other as it cools on the other chest for a second-

This reminded him so much of that first time together, in that ruined house. They were always this intense but...well, this was still at their peak.

His lips were just going to brush up the other jawline to find those lips in a utterly consuming kiss- His hunger, his desire, his utter want for the other just evident as it could be.

He'd let the whole room burn around them right now, his knife easily creating a point of the star in the skin of the other.]

[ When lips find his, he presses a cry into them, letting Caliban drink up that pain muffled there between them. Just what the demon wants — just what he thirsts for from his submissive and John just gives it to him without even really trying to meaning to.

After a moment, he's able to latch onto some small piece of concentration and the fires around them dull to something that doesn't threaten to burn skin or walls or sheets into ash. As unafraid of fire as he is, he'd still rather not burn the bed and this room until there's next to nothing left. So he focuses on the fire around them, using it as a sort of distraction — if even small — from the pain of that knife and those teeth that had been at his neck. ]

You fucking fuck.

[ Words he mumbles around a growl as he tilts his head away from Caliban's, eyes still shut, heart racing and mind gripping onto the feel of the fire around them. The pain from the knife still throbs there on his chest, but he ignores it the best he can in the control of the fire, wrists tugging at those bonds he still has. ]

[Caliban's feels a growl come out from his throat at the cry, at that unaltered wave of pain from his submissive and he feels his cock twitch between his legs at the sound, at the feeling of it all. The blond was just going to lean back and for a second, it almost seems like there was a pair of horns, created by the fire dancing on his forehead before his head shakes and they're gone.

And just like that, his knife was going to make that final cut of the mark into John. There's a little wave of his fingers to keep that fire from actually burning anything in the room- it was his own fire, after all- ]

Hm, You have no idea...Truly.

[ Caliban's just gonna welcome those swear words, an offshoot of the others pain as he gazes down at his mark- carved into that pale skin- The bloody knife still just brushing along that skin but not cutting in anymore.]

....You look beautiful, John.

[ He praised as he lowered his head to press a kiss just above that mark. He was almost sad it was over. ]

[ The fire around them — that John controls — dies until completely being snuffed out and John just lays there, taking deep and slow breaths. His skin aches — throbs in a way that he feels he won't forget anytime soon and he lays there on the bed, still chained by the fiery restraints.

He can't find the words to give when Caliban calls him beautiful, probably due to his never feeling as such and so he just hums a little as he squirms slowly beneath the demon, eyes still shut, cheek pressed to the pillow.

When lips touch at his skin near that mark, he moans a little, tilting his head back some. ]

Are you happy now? [ He finally asks. ] Are you pleased with your submissive?

[ He was just going to stare down at his naked, restained, still bleeding submissive with a little darken look on his eyes. He's not going to make John look at him- Not when the other was still recovering. He smiles at that sweet little moan though. Making a point to brush his hard cock up between the other's cheeks, showing him just how much he was affected.

His words lack that demonic edge and instead are more in awe and pleased as he answers the other.]

I am.

I am very pleased with my submissive...

[ he hums as he kisses the other's chest again, his hand moving up to brush along the other side and up, to wear those chains lock John's arms above his head. Not to unlock him, simply to hold them as he moves his head to brush his lips against that mark he made.]

So, very, very happy, my love. Do you feel like mine?

[ Even if he still wants to push inside John, to really make him feel owned.]

[ Rather than give an answer to the demon's words, he turns his head towards the other and noses at Caliban, just enough to find his lips and take a kiss from them. Slow. Deep. Hands twisting there in the fiery chains that keep him bound there to the bed — beneath the demon.

Sharply, he nips at Caliban's bottom lip when he breaks their kiss, eyes barely open and head tilting back some. Taking a breath for himself, he hums, twisting there against the sheets. ]

This how you thought you'd been spending the solstice when I said we should do something?

[ Caliban sinks against that kiss, taking in every little sweet moment he can from the other- just as slow and deep as he indulged himself with John's taste.

There's a gasp as the other nips at his bottom lip as he flicks his hand and makes the knife vanish from his grasp. ]

I'll admit this wasn't at all on my expectations...

[ Warmth and affection danced through his voice as he let those fingers touch the cuffs to also let them vanish- if he wanted to keep the other tied down, he'd do it later. If only to get the arms of the other a break for the moment.]

But you'vea always been good at giving what I crave, even when I don't ask.

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guess should have warned for knifeplay oops

Oh big ooops

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