I rather like the idea of you hard in the middle of the street for me- dripping for me.
[ There's that sharp flareup of that mark again- though this time it lingers a little longer and almost feels like Caliban's hand was pressing down on the mark. The ghost of it teased along the other's skin. ]
[ This time Nate speaks aloud, and stops by the edge of the park to balance himself on the railing. His hand settles against his side, feeling it warm to the touch and sending tingles through his skin.
He's hard enough that it's visible in his jeans, they're tight and uncomfortable. After a moment, he glances around and takes a quick picture of the bulge, then sends it to Caliban. ]
never. that's what you do to me. that's what your fire does. it's like needles all through me.
[ Caliban smirks as that picture comes through. At the way, the other was already straining at the feeling of that pain.
Of that connection between him he was exploiting. ]
My, my. Look at that- My pretty witches beautiful cock all hard and...aching just for me.
And anyone who looks your way.
I adore that I do that to you-
That you whine my name even now.
[ Or at least- he's going to try as that ghostly touch presses against that mark again and it flares up, far more intensely than it did before and it lingers longer- like a reward for sending him that picture.]
[ He says it before he even reads that message, a pure reaction to the heat lancing through his body. He almost doubles over, and his knuckles go white around that railing.
He can feel Caliban's hand on him, as though it's stoking that fire personally and stroking it across his skin.
He looks down while he's catching his breath, and sees his jeans damp with pre. that merits another picture, before Nate's looking around for somewhere to go. There's a side of him that's thrilled the public nature of this. He suspects Caliban also knows that. He sends him the picture. It's a little more blurry than the last one, but it shows the wet patch clearly enough. ]
i'm going to fucking cream myself for you if you keep that up
i didn't know it was that strong. especially while we're apart, that you can just do this from a distance
[ He can't hear those words but he can feel the way that pain shoots though Nate's body well enough and that was a different sort of thrill but no less enjoyable. There's a wider smirk when that next picture comes though. The fact it was a little more blurry was a delightful little indication that the other was...well, enjoying himself. ]
Maybe I want that? Hm? For you to tumble over that cliff and cover yourself in your essence for me. To let everyone know that you come with that pain throbbing through you.
You have a part of my magic inside you, Nate. It didn't work between worlds but I can feel it even now.
Hm, should I come to find you? Fuck you in some dirty alley like my personal little whore?
[ There's another sharp, intense burst of burning from that mark- as if Caliban didn't want the other to be able to take a moment.]
[ It's almost enough to drive him to his knees. In fact it might've done, if he hadn't been holding the railing. A few more steadying breaths, and then he has to push himself upright again.
In the middle of that, he's dropped his phone, and without a second of hesitation, he moves to turn its camera on. It only takes a few light nudges to move it into position, where it gets a perfect view of that bulge straining in his jeans. Nate lets his hips roll, grinding himself against the thin material. Both hands now grip the railing. ]
Fucking hell. It's in my veins, it's...fuck.
If you want me in an alley you'd better come and take me there, cause I can't fucking move.
[ His side is stinging hot, like the brand is fresh and new. He's surprised it hasn't burned through his shirt. ]
[ It's that video that finally makes Caliban move- the sight of the other so very, very hard and rolling those hips to the *pain* he'd caused him. Honestly, it would have made any proper demon go wild with desire and even a hellborn thing like Caliban couldn't resist such a sight.
There's that familiar rush of hellfire- some of it even licking up against the others back before Caliban steps out of that portal. A hand coming up to grip into Nate's hair and tugging that head back as the other hand pressed down, under that shirt to flare up that brand even more in person.
He also rather betrayed himself by pressing that very large cock against Nate's ass- showing that the other hadn't been the other one enjoying themselves to this game.]
Perhaps I should take you here. Let everyone see just how fucking pretty you are when you spread those legs? Hm?
[ Caliban's voice teased into Nate's ear, his lips teasing just below against the others neck. His fingers twitched as he made that feeling of hellfire creep over every inch of the other.]
[ It's a good thing Caliban grabs him and pulls him back. If not for that, Nate might well have sunk to the ground. Fire lances through him, shooting up his back, stinging through his limbs. He's breathless, sweat breaking on his head, knees weak from pain and need combined.
Now there's Caliban's huge dick pressing up on him. Oh, how he'd love to just do it here. The chaos gremlin in him would delight in it. Though, it'd delight less if the SIN Guards pulled them apart before they could finish.
He stumbles back against the demon, then lets go of the railing and reaches back to hold onto him. ]
You, [ he says, at once. Who could deny it with Caliban's magic scorching through him? ] Always you, ah, shit- [ The fire is stronger now with Caliban here. He's struggling to think straight, struggling to care about rules or danger or anything else. ]
I'll...fuck, I'll fuck you wherever you like, I don't care...
[ His words trail off into an open moan, as another trail of pre leaks through his jeans. ]
[ Caliban's got a wicked smirk on his face as the other falls back to hold him and answers that question so very, very quickly. There's that delicious rush of power that the former Demon King craved instilled in a single word. The feeling of that pain and moagic running over him, his cock jumped against Nate's ass- aching as hard as steel.]
You're Mine.
[ The demon hissed those words as he soaked in the sight of Nate like this- drunk off that pain and need. Aching for him. Damn near pleasure drunk. God. He loved him like this.
He was tempted to just follow through on his threat. To fuck Nate out in the street like this- to let everyone see what the other looked like when he was lost under him. When he was aching for him.
But that wouldn't be smart. And hells would make him rather hypocritical since he was trying to tell the other to obey the rules.
So instead Caliban was just going to let that fire swirl around them both before teleporting them to a nearby alley.
His hand reaching down to curl over that wet bulge.]
My, you are dripping, aren't you- fuck..
[ He was just going to give a possessive little squeeze over that cock. Letting that pain subside for a moment to give the other chance to catch his breath.]
[ The world disappears in fire, and the already unstable Nate would've fallen flat on his face were Caliban not still holding him. He gasps, and his hand falls forward to push on a wall. Where are they? Fuck, it doesn't matter, he doesn't care. He only wants Caliban. It's all he can think about, the only thing that matters, and even that thought dissolves into an open groan when that hand squeezes his cock. ]
Oh, fuck, I...yes, I'm fucking dripping, are you kidding me? Loading me with hellfire, burning me from the inside out, you know what you're doing. Shit.
[ He tries to undo his jeans. His hands are trembling, and in the end he just puts both hands on the wall, and summons raw magic to pull his own clothes apart. It's primal, pure need made real.
Beneath those jeans, his trunks are soaked and his cock is painfully hard. Because of his position, his ass is pushed back against Caliban's hips, and he knows it. Now that he's not actively burning, he has enough presence, to grind his ass cheeks against Caliban's cock, and his fingers curl against the brickwork. ]
Fuck me, Caliban. They might not be able to see us, but I promise, I'll wear these clothes all the way home. They'll see that.
[ He was going to speak, to tease and torment the other more but he didn't get those words out before the other ripped off those own clothes off his body in that raw show of pure need. Instead, he was just going to press his hands back against those soaked trunks, admiring the mess he'd made of the witch and giving the other's cock another squeeze for a bit of relief from that pure moment of pleasurable madness he'd been forcing on the other.
Caliban groans as the other rocks back against his cock and there's that familiar magic of the demon's as his clothes burn away to cinders- leaving him standing there hard and dripping. It wasn't hard to tell that the demon had made his cock bigger than most mortals as it rested on the others ass, grinding back as he press his lips together at those words.]
You dirty little slut... My beautiful little harlot. [ Caliban all but growled. There's a flick of his hand and Caliban's jeweled demonic dagger is in his hand. He easily sliced down to cut off the other's trunks in a practiced swipe of his hand- and rather skillfully cut deep enough into that skin to leave a small cut on the other's hips. Deep enough to get the other to gasp as those trunks fell to the ground.
There's a little press of that cock against Nate's ass again, throbbing against the witch as Caliban reached up to tease into that ear again.]
Hm and how eager are we for me to fuck you?
[ In otherwords, did the other want to skip to the main event or should he prepare him for him?]
[ The bite of that blade is unexpected. Nate lets out a little cry, and then hums with approval. His cock twitches in the cool air, and it's not clear whether it's a reaction to that nip of pain, or the heat of what's happening. Though this is an alley, it's still public enough, and he's leaving himself bare and dripping and leaning against a wall.
He shudders, and looks back over his shoulder at Caliban. ]
Fucking eager. Is that unclear?
[ Caliban's toying with him and he knows it, knows the game. Loves the game. His fingers scratch at those bricks. ]
You could've gotten me with the fire. You know that? I was almost there, I could've cum just to that. You're too fucking good. I don't care how much it hurts.
[ But that's a lie. Nate admits it in the next breath. ]
No, I want it to hurt.
[ He's had all the prep he needs. He may struggle to walk after this encounter, but it'll be all kinds of worth it. ]
[ Hells he loves Nate like this- bare and hard, a raw nerve of pleasure and desire. Every single part of him aching for the next hit or tease, the next slice of his knife or burst of pleasure.]
Don't be bratty.
[ Caliban shot back as he landed a hit against the other thigh with the flat edge of the knife against Nate's thigh hard enough to be a shock. ]
Hm, I almost did. I almost burned you from the inside out and let everyone see you screaming in the middle of the street as drenched your pants...
[ He teased before he took a breath that he in no way needed at those next words. He shouldn't enjoy that idea. He shouldn't enjoy just how much he ached to hurt the other. There's growl running though Caliban's voice before he gripped the others hair tighter as he teased his cock against Nate's hole one last time before he moved a hand to curl around the base of it. ]
Hm... my little- [ There wasn't any hesitation as he pressed that impossibly big dick inside Nate- slamming home as roughly as he could. He wanted the other to feel him. He wanted the other to be overwhelmed with that pain.]
[ Nate lets out a sharp gasp, then laughs when he's spanked. Don't be bratty, Caliban says, as if he can be anything but. He presses back against the demon, clearly enjoying this. ]
But you reward me so well, your majesty...
[ he murmurs, enjoying this.
His laughter is cut off by a cry of honest pain as Caliban suddenly takes him. He has to grab onto the wall for support, and almost chokes on his own cries. It feels like he's being split in two. Behind that is also the feeling of being used, of Caliban taking pleasure from him without care, while pain spikes through his thighs and back.
And, fuck, but that feels good. He's already so close, and he knows he won't be able to take this for long before he explodes. The feeling of Caliban burying himself so deeply inside, it's overwhelming. Tears stream down his face, and his gasps are choking sobs. And still, his aching cock leaks pre, still he begs for more. ]
Yes. Fuck, oh fuck that hurts--please, Cal...fucking hell.
[ one hand reaches back to push into Caliban's hair, to rest on his neck and pull him forward and against Nate's back. ]
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[ There's that sharp flareup of that mark again- though this time it lingers a little longer and almost feels like Caliban's hand was pressing down on the mark. The ghost of it teased along the other's skin. ]
Hm, never?
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[ This time Nate speaks aloud, and stops by the edge of the park to balance himself on the railing. His hand settles against his side, feeling it warm to the touch and sending tingles through his skin.
He's hard enough that it's visible in his jeans, they're tight and uncomfortable. After a moment, he glances around and takes a quick picture of the bulge, then sends it to Caliban. ]
never. that's what you do to me. that's what your fire does. it's like needles all through me.
you know.
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Of that connection between him he was exploiting. ]
My, my. Look at that- My pretty witches beautiful cock all hard and...aching just for me.
And anyone who looks your way.
I adore that I do that to you-
That you whine my name even now.
[ Or at least- he's going to try as that ghostly touch presses against that mark again and it flares up, far more intensely than it did before and it lingers longer- like a reward for sending him that picture.]
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[ He says it before he even reads that message, a pure reaction to the heat lancing through his body. He almost doubles over, and his knuckles go white around that railing.
He can feel Caliban's hand on him, as though it's stoking that fire personally and stroking it across his skin.
He looks down while he's catching his breath, and sees his jeans damp with pre. that merits another picture, before Nate's looking around for somewhere to go. There's a side of him that's thrilled the public nature of this. He suspects Caliban also knows that. He sends him the picture. It's a little more blurry than the last one, but it shows the wet patch clearly enough. ]
i'm going to fucking cream myself for you if you keep that up
i didn't know it was that strong. especially while we're apart, that you can just do this from a distance
god, i want you.
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Maybe I want that? Hm? For you to tumble over that cliff and cover yourself in your essence for me. To let everyone know that you come with that pain throbbing through you.
You have a part of my magic inside you, Nate. It didn't work between worlds but I can feel it even now.
Hm, should I come to find you? Fuck you in some dirty alley like my personal little whore?
[ There's another sharp, intense burst of burning from that mark- as if Caliban didn't want the other to be able to take a moment.]
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In the middle of that, he's dropped his phone, and without a second of hesitation, he moves to turn its camera on. It only takes a few light nudges to move it into position, where it gets a perfect view of that bulge straining in his jeans. Nate lets his hips roll, grinding himself against the thin material. Both hands now grip the railing. ]
Fucking hell. It's in my veins, it's...fuck.
If you want me in an alley you'd better come and take me there, cause I can't fucking move.
[ His side is stinging hot, like the brand is fresh and new. He's surprised it hasn't burned through his shirt. ]
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There's that familiar rush of hellfire- some of it even licking up against the others back before Caliban steps out of that portal. A hand coming up to grip into Nate's hair and tugging that head back as the other hand pressed down, under that shirt to flare up that brand even more in person.
He also rather betrayed himself by pressing that very large cock against Nate's ass- showing that the other hadn't been the other one enjoying themselves to this game.]
Perhaps I should take you here. Let everyone see just how fucking pretty you are when you spread those legs? Hm?
[ Caliban's voice teased into Nate's ear, his lips teasing just below against the others neck. His fingers twitched as he made that feeling of hellfire creep over every inch of the other.]
Who do you belong to?
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Now there's Caliban's huge dick pressing up on him. Oh, how he'd love to just do it here. The chaos gremlin in him would delight in it. Though, it'd delight less if the SIN Guards pulled them apart before they could finish.
He stumbles back against the demon, then lets go of the railing and reaches back to hold onto him. ]
You, [ he says, at once. Who could deny it with Caliban's magic scorching through him? ] Always you, ah, shit- [ The fire is stronger now with Caliban here. He's struggling to think straight, struggling to care about rules or danger or anything else. ]
I'll...fuck, I'll fuck you wherever you like, I don't care...
[ His words trail off into an open moan, as another trail of pre leaks through his jeans. ]
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You're Mine.
[ The demon hissed those words as he soaked in the sight of Nate like this- drunk off that pain and need. Aching for him. Damn near pleasure drunk. God. He loved him like this.
He was tempted to just follow through on his threat. To fuck Nate out in the street like this- to let everyone see what the other looked like when he was lost under him. When he was aching for him.
But that wouldn't be smart. And hells would make him rather hypocritical since he was trying to tell the other to obey the rules.
So instead Caliban was just going to let that fire swirl around them both before teleporting them to a nearby alley.
His hand reaching down to curl over that wet bulge.]
My, you are dripping, aren't you- fuck..
[ He was just going to give a possessive little squeeze over that cock. Letting that pain subside for a moment to give the other chance to catch his breath.]
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Oh, fuck, I...yes, I'm fucking dripping, are you kidding me? Loading me with hellfire, burning me from the inside out, you know what you're doing. Shit.
[ He tries to undo his jeans. His hands are trembling, and in the end he just puts both hands on the wall, and summons raw magic to pull his own clothes apart. It's primal, pure need made real.
Beneath those jeans, his trunks are soaked and his cock is painfully hard. Because of his position, his ass is pushed back against Caliban's hips, and he knows it. Now that he's not actively burning, he has enough presence, to grind his ass cheeks against Caliban's cock, and his fingers curl against the brickwork. ]
Fuck me, Caliban. They might not be able to see us, but I promise, I'll wear these clothes all the way home. They'll see that.
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Caliban groans as the other rocks back against his cock and there's that familiar magic of the demon's as his clothes burn away to cinders- leaving him standing there hard and dripping. It wasn't hard to tell that the demon had made his cock bigger than most mortals as it rested on the others ass, grinding back as he press his lips together at those words.]
You dirty little slut... My beautiful little harlot. [ Caliban all but growled. There's a flick of his hand and Caliban's jeweled demonic dagger is in his hand. He easily sliced down to cut off the other's trunks in a practiced swipe of his hand- and rather skillfully cut deep enough into that skin to leave a small cut on the other's hips. Deep enough to get the other to gasp as those trunks fell to the ground.
There's a little press of that cock against Nate's ass again, throbbing against the witch as Caliban reached up to tease into that ear again.]
Hm and how eager are we for me to fuck you?
[ In otherwords, did the other want to skip to the main event or should he prepare him for him?]
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He shudders, and looks back over his shoulder at Caliban. ]
Fucking eager. Is that unclear?
[ Caliban's toying with him and he knows it, knows the game. Loves the game. His fingers scratch at those bricks. ]
You could've gotten me with the fire. You know that? I was almost there, I could've cum just to that. You're too fucking good. I don't care how much it hurts.
[ But that's a lie. Nate admits it in the next breath. ]
No, I want it to hurt.
[ He's had all the prep he needs. He may struggle to walk after this encounter, but it'll be all kinds of worth it. ]
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Don't be bratty.
[ Caliban shot back as he landed a hit against the other thigh with the flat edge of the knife against Nate's thigh hard enough to be a shock. ]
Hm, I almost did. I almost burned you from the inside out and let everyone see you screaming in the middle of the street as drenched your pants...
[ He teased before he took a breath that he in no way needed at those next words. He shouldn't enjoy that idea. He shouldn't enjoy just how much he ached to hurt the other. There's growl running though Caliban's voice before he gripped the others hair tighter as he teased his cock against Nate's hole one last time before he moved a hand to curl around the base of it. ]
Hm... my little- [ There wasn't any hesitation as he pressed that impossibly big dick inside Nate- slamming home as roughly as he could. He wanted the other to feel him. He wanted the other to be overwhelmed with that pain.]
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But you reward me so well, your majesty...
[ he murmurs, enjoying this.
His laughter is cut off by a cry of honest pain as Caliban suddenly takes him. He has to grab onto the wall for support, and almost chokes on his own cries. It feels like he's being split in two. Behind that is also the feeling of being used, of Caliban taking pleasure from him without care, while pain spikes through his thighs and back.
And, fuck, but that feels good. He's already so close, and he knows he won't be able to take this for long before he explodes. The feeling of Caliban burying himself so deeply inside, it's overwhelming. Tears stream down his face, and his gasps are choking sobs. And still, his aching cock leaks pre, still he begs for more. ]
Yes. Fuck, oh fuck that hurts--please, Cal...fucking hell.
[ one hand reaches back to push into Caliban's hair, to rest on his neck and pull him forward and against Nate's back. ]