[ He's beautiful. He's beautiful. Pretty doesn't even begin to encapsulate it, the way Luocha looks. Blond hair all in his face, caught on his lip, eyes glazed over and hazy even as they're glaring right into Caelus's. Hips bouncing and rolling into the Trailblazer's hands despite the half-hearted protests of that lovely mouth.
He was, honestly, having a little bit of a hard time getting it up. Caelus was, anyway. There's a lot going on, psychologically. The pressure of performing with an audience; the knowledge that what he's doing is wrong. (A desperate longing, still, for something sweeter and less cruel than this. He wanted it to be different. Wanted so many things to be different.) But seeing Luocha like this — it makes heat rush directly to Caelus's head, and, well, to the other head, too. He drags his tongue over his lips, slow and unhurried, as he takes in the vision of Luocha's body shuddering and dripping and unraveling beneath his fingers. ]
Haha... wow, look at you...
[ A curious hand traces the curves of the merchant's muscular body, still partially clothed by his shirt. Taking in the sinful sinuousness of it, the way Luocha's broad shoulders give way to his waist. As his other hand pulses into Luocha's prostate, pulling and teasing his hole loose with two, three fingers, Caelus rests his palm right above the blond's hip, thumb gripping his belly just slightly in a one-handed grasp. He'll have both hands right here soon, Caelus thinks; right here, pulling Luocha's hips down over his cock over and over and over again. ]
You know, I thought this would be harder... but honestly, I'm dying to fuck you.
[ Both hands withdraw. Caelus withdraws, too, getting up from where he's been straddling Luocha. At last, he sheds his jacket, his shirt. His pants, taut over his groin. His cock is throbbing red and dark when he pulls his underwear off and he casts everything to the floor on top of Luocha's torn trousers. ]
You look like you wanna come so bad. Think you're gonna feel that good with my cock in you?
[ One hand gripping Luocha's thigh. Another wrapped around his knee, hoisting them up as if to suggest that Luocha can wrap his legs around Caelus's waist if need be. No mercy for the arms that have been shackled behind him this whole time. Not a lot of mercy for anyone here at all. ]
...Want to find out?
[ He leans in. Catches the head of his cock on Luocha's rim; doesn't even need to use his hand to guide the motion. It's all going rather smoothly, he thinks, it can't possibly be this easy —
He pushes in, and feels warm wet hot pleasure close around all of his senses. ]
Oh, fuck... [ He twitches despite himself, sinking into his own need, a kind of jolt that tears through his spine and settles between his legs. ] Yeah, that's good...
[ He spent a couple of nights thinking about how he'd love to do this with Luocha's hand enclosed in his. Right now, his grip on the man's legs is harsh enough to ensure that he can't possibly resist. It's a little sad and a little bitter and Caelus tries to tell himself that he doesn't care anymore. ]
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He was, honestly, having a little bit of a hard time getting it up. Caelus was, anyway. There's a lot going on, psychologically. The pressure of performing with an audience; the knowledge that what he's doing is wrong. (A desperate longing, still, for something sweeter and less cruel than this. He wanted it to be different. Wanted so many things to be different.) But seeing Luocha like this — it makes heat rush directly to Caelus's head, and, well, to the other head, too. He drags his tongue over his lips, slow and unhurried, as he takes in the vision of Luocha's body shuddering and dripping and unraveling beneath his fingers. ]
Haha... wow, look at you...
[ A curious hand traces the curves of the merchant's muscular body, still partially clothed by his shirt. Taking in the sinful sinuousness of it, the way Luocha's broad shoulders give way to his waist. As his other hand pulses into Luocha's prostate, pulling and teasing his hole loose with two, three fingers, Caelus rests his palm right above the blond's hip, thumb gripping his belly just slightly in a one-handed grasp. He'll have both hands right here soon, Caelus thinks; right here, pulling Luocha's hips down over his cock over and over and over again. ]
You know, I thought this would be harder... but honestly, I'm dying to fuck you.
[ Both hands withdraw. Caelus withdraws, too, getting up from where he's been straddling Luocha. At last, he sheds his jacket, his shirt. His pants, taut over his groin. His cock is throbbing red and dark when he pulls his underwear off and he casts everything to the floor on top of Luocha's torn trousers. ]
You look like you wanna come so bad. Think you're gonna feel that good with my cock in you?
[ One hand gripping Luocha's thigh. Another wrapped around his knee, hoisting them up as if to suggest that Luocha can wrap his legs around Caelus's waist if need be. No mercy for the arms that have been shackled behind him this whole time. Not a lot of mercy for anyone here at all. ]
...Want to find out?
[ He leans in. Catches the head of his cock on Luocha's rim; doesn't even need to use his hand to guide the motion. It's all going rather smoothly, he thinks, it can't possibly be this easy —
He pushes in, and feels warm wet hot pleasure close around all of his senses. ]
Oh, fuck... [ He twitches despite himself, sinking into his own need, a kind of jolt that tears through his spine and settles between his legs. ] Yeah, that's good...
[ He spent a couple of nights thinking about how he'd love to do this with Luocha's hand enclosed in his. Right now, his grip on the man's legs is harsh enough to ensure that he can't possibly resist. It's a little sad and a little bitter and Caelus tries to tell himself that he doesn't care anymore. ]