[ Luocha says no and he says don't but he also says Caelus in the sweetest, most desperate voice, his body squirming and yielding and arching, welcoming Caelus's deep, merciless thrusts, bucking his hips for more even as his pretty mouth begs for contradictory things. Stop is just as much imbued in his tone as more, and Caelus hasn't forgotten the way he practically growled fuck me right before the Trailblazer started pounding him in earnest.
Does he have any idea how he looks right now? Like a whore to be claimed, posing prettily for the cameras still trained on him, their digital lenses focused on his every twitch and shudder and desperate movement, as if the vision of his face in the throes of sex-induced ecstasy might tell them his Aeonic secrets? Does he have any idea how he feels, hot and wet and tight but soft and flexible — utterly loosened to Caelus's whims, unable to resist even the Trailblazer's deepest and most punishing thrusts? Truly, he's the perfect fuckdoll right now, Caelus's beautiful cocksleeve — proud and pretty but moaning and reacting in ways that a simple sex toy couldn't ever aspire to.
And it feels so good. To have finally made Luocha say his name. Not that he hasn't said it before, in the past — but he always made Caelus beg for that acknowledgment, implicitly in behavior if not explicitly on his knees, and it feels so euphoric to have made him say it like that, begging for a mercy that Caelus will not and cannot give him. Not when he's so lovely, and smells so addictive, that Caelus doesn't want to let go of him. Not when he looks so good with his cum spilled out in a mess all over the seat beneath him. He looks so good that Caelus grits his teeth and surrenders blindly to the white-hot pleasure searing through his lower belly, coming deep inside of him, filling him with filthy wet slick once more. So much. There's just so much.
For a moment, they're both sated, taking shaking, shuddering breaths. But only for a moment. ]
Luocha...
[ It's so fucked up. He's so fucked up. Saying the man's false name like that, in that besotted, love-drunk voice. Doing things like this, with the Ten-Lords Commission watching and judging their sins, until their bodies are coated with sweat and no amount of sanitation will ever make this cell feel clean again. Luocha feels so pliant, finally, that Caelus feels comfortable reaching fingers into his pretty mouth, his soft fingerpads feeling out and pressing into Luocha's silken tongue. It's squishy and wet and slippery and he likes it. All of it. His fingers reaching into the back of Luocha's throat, knuckles eased carefully against his teeth so that it won't hurt much even if the man locates the wherewithal to bite down.
His mouth feels so wet. He should have fucked Luocha's mouth when he had the chance. Actually, there's nothing stopping him from working up to that later. Calmly, Caelus puts that at the back of his mind. ]
It's too bad. They should let me have you. [ He's just rambling; he doesn't believe any of this. It's only a madman's idle wishes. Dirty talk to make Luocha feel that glorious mixture of arousal and shame. ] I could lock you up on the Express, fuck you whenever I want. Make you cum like this, over and over and over, every day. Would you like that?
[ Caelus is certain that the answer is no, but it doesn't matter. With his fingers in Luocha's mouth, clumsily pressing into the back of his tongue to steal his breath away, the merchant probably can't answer him anyway. He might be choking Luocha a bit more than he intends to, with this; he's not going to be as skilled at it as Luocha was with him. But he learns. He's always been good at that. Caelus learns quick, and all too well. ]
Our bodies are so compatible. Whatever fucked up shit Yaoshi did to you plays pretty nice with a Stellaron, huh? I bet we could fuck until the Xianzhou goes under.
[ He can find a certain humor in it. If Luocha has the Abundance's blessing, either as an Emanator or as a mara-struck monstrosity or as something else entirely, it is very funny that it's given him insatiable sexual stamina to match Caelus's own, and a deliciously addictive scent. There's trashy smut on the Luofu about alphas and omegas that goes something like this. Humming, entirely too pleased, Caelus nuzzles into his cloud of silken hair, affectionate, filling his lungs with the scent of white flowers.
It gets him hard. Again.
Licking his lips, he pulls his hand out of Luocha's mouth to adjusts his grip on Luocha's waist, pulling him back one more time — ]
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Does he have any idea how he looks right now? Like a whore to be claimed, posing prettily for the cameras still trained on him, their digital lenses focused on his every twitch and shudder and desperate movement, as if the vision of his face in the throes of sex-induced ecstasy might tell them his Aeonic secrets? Does he have any idea how he feels, hot and wet and tight but soft and flexible — utterly loosened to Caelus's whims, unable to resist even the Trailblazer's deepest and most punishing thrusts? Truly, he's the perfect fuckdoll right now, Caelus's beautiful cocksleeve — proud and pretty but moaning and reacting in ways that a simple sex toy couldn't ever aspire to.
And it feels so good. To have finally made Luocha say his name. Not that he hasn't said it before, in the past — but he always made Caelus beg for that acknowledgment, implicitly in behavior if not explicitly on his knees, and it feels so euphoric to have made him say it like that, begging for a mercy that Caelus will not and cannot give him. Not when he's so lovely, and smells so addictive, that Caelus doesn't want to let go of him. Not when he looks so good with his cum spilled out in a mess all over the seat beneath him. He looks so good that Caelus grits his teeth and surrenders blindly to the white-hot pleasure searing through his lower belly, coming deep inside of him, filling him with filthy wet slick once more. So much. There's just so much.
For a moment, they're both sated, taking shaking, shuddering breaths. But only for a moment. ]
Luocha...
[ It's so fucked up. He's so fucked up. Saying the man's false name like that, in that besotted, love-drunk voice. Doing things like this, with the Ten-Lords Commission watching and judging their sins, until their bodies are coated with sweat and no amount of sanitation will ever make this cell feel clean again. Luocha feels so pliant, finally, that Caelus feels comfortable reaching fingers into his pretty mouth, his soft fingerpads feeling out and pressing into Luocha's silken tongue. It's squishy and wet and slippery and he likes it. All of it. His fingers reaching into the back of Luocha's throat, knuckles eased carefully against his teeth so that it won't hurt much even if the man locates the wherewithal to bite down.
His mouth feels so wet. He should have fucked Luocha's mouth when he had the chance. Actually, there's nothing stopping him from working up to that later. Calmly, Caelus puts that at the back of his mind. ]
It's too bad. They should let me have you. [ He's just rambling; he doesn't believe any of this. It's only a madman's idle wishes. Dirty talk to make Luocha feel that glorious mixture of arousal and shame. ] I could lock you up on the Express, fuck you whenever I want. Make you cum like this, over and over and over, every day. Would you like that?
[ Caelus is certain that the answer is no, but it doesn't matter. With his fingers in Luocha's mouth, clumsily pressing into the back of his tongue to steal his breath away, the merchant probably can't answer him anyway. He might be choking Luocha a bit more than he intends to, with this; he's not going to be as skilled at it as Luocha was with him. But he learns. He's always been good at that. Caelus learns quick, and all too well. ]
Our bodies are so compatible. Whatever fucked up shit Yaoshi did to you plays pretty nice with a Stellaron, huh? I bet we could fuck until the Xianzhou goes under.
[ He can find a certain humor in it. If Luocha has the Abundance's blessing, either as an Emanator or as a mara-struck monstrosity or as something else entirely, it is very funny that it's given him insatiable sexual stamina to match Caelus's own, and a deliciously addictive scent. There's trashy smut on the Luofu about alphas and omegas that goes something like this. Humming, entirely too pleased, Caelus nuzzles into his cloud of silken hair, affectionate, filling his lungs with the scent of white flowers.
It gets him hard. Again.
Licking his lips, he pulls his hand out of Luocha's mouth to adjusts his grip on Luocha's waist, pulling him back one more time — ]
Sorry, babe. I'm not done yet. One more time...?