[ Caelus feels like he's gone crazy. Maybe he has. It shouldn't feel so good but it does, feels amazing, to have Luocha's wet insides coiled tight around his cock, to hear his soft low voice demanding hotly in a near-growl to be satisfied. He's so damn pretty and there's a part of Caelus that loves ruining pretty things, wants to take him by the hair and fuck him hard and rough, use him like a ragdoll for his pleasure, leave him bruised and aching and satisfied. The only thing that has ever stopped him from these destructive impulses is that soft heart which Luocha already knows so well, has learned so thoroughly to manipulate in every possible way —
But Caelus's heartbeat has gone fully silent. Only the pulse of the Stellaron resonates in the empty air of the prison — only that bass note, as he leans close and claims another kiss. ]
Oh, [ he laughs breathlessly, shifting his hands, ] no — no, I'm going to think about that on a lot of lonely nights.
[ Still. Even now, with Caelus as the aggressor, taking what he wants. Even now, as Luocha demands to be fucked, there's a shard of unbroken glass to be found in the shattered remnants of their past relationship. Luocha says fuck me and Caelus's hips snap forward immediately because he's so, so good at taking orders when a beautiful stranger is coaxing him into them, and he wants this and he wants it badly, and this time his hand isn't on Luocha's cock to stop the man from coming.
His hands find their holds on Luocha's hips the way he'd mapped them out before, gripping pale skin hard enough to bruise, breathing in the maddening scent of that intoxicating white flower as if its pollen is what's driving him towards insanity, and he fucks Luocha wildly. Brutally. Hard punishing thrusts into his prostate, enough to make that leaking cock jolt, that gorgeous cock he's not even palming because he wants to watch Luocha come on his cock alone. And as Caelus's hips snap forward and he sinks into the silky comfort of Luocha's sinfully welcoming body, the Trailblazer can't help but murmur, in lust-maddened, crooning tones: ]
Say it again. Say it louder for me, Luocha. Tell me you want me. Beg for it —
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But Caelus's heartbeat has gone fully silent. Only the pulse of the Stellaron resonates in the empty air of the prison — only that bass note, as he leans close and claims another kiss. ]
Oh, [ he laughs breathlessly, shifting his hands, ] no — no, I'm going to think about that on a lot of lonely nights.
[ Still. Even now, with Caelus as the aggressor, taking what he wants. Even now, as Luocha demands to be fucked, there's a shard of unbroken glass to be found in the shattered remnants of their past relationship. Luocha says fuck me and Caelus's hips snap forward immediately because he's so, so good at taking orders when a beautiful stranger is coaxing him into them, and he wants this and he wants it badly, and this time his hand isn't on Luocha's cock to stop the man from coming.
His hands find their holds on Luocha's hips the way he'd mapped them out before, gripping pale skin hard enough to bruise, breathing in the maddening scent of that intoxicating white flower as if its pollen is what's driving him towards insanity, and he fucks Luocha wildly. Brutally. Hard punishing thrusts into his prostate, enough to make that leaking cock jolt, that gorgeous cock he's not even palming because he wants to watch Luocha come on his cock alone. And as Caelus's hips snap forward and he sinks into the silky comfort of Luocha's sinfully welcoming body, the Trailblazer can't help but murmur, in lust-maddened, crooning tones: ]
Say it again. Say it louder for me, Luocha. Tell me you want me. Beg for it —