[ 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.
[ 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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If they burn, they burn, it seems. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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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.]
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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?
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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.