Maybe they won't. Who cares? Let 'em watch the show.
[ Vaguely, and without real bite to it, Caelus thinks to himself that maybe he should gag the prisoner. It wouldn't even be hard — he's pretty sure he can do it with a function of the torture chair if need be — but the argument against doing it is that it'll be too much like fucking a limp sex doll if he shuts Luocha up, and he might feel a little too sick thinking about it later, if he goes through it that way. The argument for doing it is that even Caelus will eventually get annoyed if Luocha keeps luring him into pointless philosophical conversations when he's just trying to fuck, and even he's not entirely sure what he might do, in this dark sort of mood, if he's sufficiently riled.
He's not all that bothered, though, by what Luocha's just said. Whatever. Doesn't matter anymore. If the Ten-Lords hasn't already concluded that he didn't have anything to do with this, after every horrible and honest thing he just said, then they're dumber than he thought. The Trailblazer just smiles bitterly with the taste of blood in his mouth, diligently undoing the front closure of Luocha's pants and pulling them down to his thighs as he leans in, closing his eyes and pressing his nose into the merchant's hair like a lover would. ]
You always smell so good...
[ Voice soft, low, dangerous. Murmured. He doesn't bother to hide his deep intake of breath, slow and steady. This scent — it did always have a bit of a hypnotic effect on him. A relaxing effect, now tainted with the memory of arousal. ]
You'll look good, too, once I'm done with you. All fucked out with my cum dripping out of your hole.
[ He says this, but — tellingly, interestingly, Caelus still hasn't moved to take off his own clothes.
The Trailblazer doesn't need both hands to extract Luocha's cock from its confines, or to start pumping it, either, so his left hand works on tweaking and pinching one of Luocha's pretty, flushed, perfect nipples while his right hand rubs and massages and coaxes the merchant's cock to fullness. ]
Need you to get a little wet for me, kitten. Can you do that for me?
[ There's a bit of mischief to it — he seems to know full well that Luocha is probably the older of the two of them, but it seems that Caelus is enjoying his momentary power, anyway. Impishly, he nips at the blond's earlobe, but this time the snap of his teeth and his lips emerges as nothing more than a playful, gentle nibble. ]
...Or are you going to deny me every step of the way?
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[ Vaguely, and without real bite to it, Caelus thinks to himself that maybe he should gag the prisoner. It wouldn't even be hard — he's pretty sure he can do it with a function of the torture chair if need be — but the argument against doing it is that it'll be too much like fucking a limp sex doll if he shuts Luocha up, and he might feel a little too sick thinking about it later, if he goes through it that way. The argument for doing it is that even Caelus will eventually get annoyed if Luocha keeps luring him into pointless philosophical conversations when he's just trying to fuck, and even he's not entirely sure what he might do, in this dark sort of mood, if he's sufficiently riled.
He's not all that bothered, though, by what Luocha's just said. Whatever. Doesn't matter anymore. If the Ten-Lords hasn't already concluded that he didn't have anything to do with this, after every horrible and honest thing he just said, then they're dumber than he thought. The Trailblazer just smiles bitterly with the taste of blood in his mouth, diligently undoing the front closure of Luocha's pants and pulling them down to his thighs as he leans in, closing his eyes and pressing his nose into the merchant's hair like a lover would. ]
You always smell so good...
[ Voice soft, low, dangerous. Murmured. He doesn't bother to hide his deep intake of breath, slow and steady. This scent — it did always have a bit of a hypnotic effect on him. A relaxing effect, now tainted with the memory of arousal. ]
You'll look good, too, once I'm done with you. All fucked out with my cum dripping out of your hole.
[ He says this, but — tellingly, interestingly, Caelus still hasn't moved to take off his own clothes.
The Trailblazer doesn't need both hands to extract Luocha's cock from its confines, or to start pumping it, either, so his left hand works on tweaking and pinching one of Luocha's pretty, flushed, perfect nipples while his right hand rubs and massages and coaxes the merchant's cock to fullness. ]
Need you to get a little wet for me, kitten. Can you do that for me?
[ There's a bit of mischief to it — he seems to know full well that Luocha is probably the older of the two of them, but it seems that Caelus is enjoying his momentary power, anyway. Impishly, he nips at the blond's earlobe, but this time the snap of his teeth and his lips emerges as nothing more than a playful, gentle nibble. ]
...Or are you going to deny me every step of the way?