[There's no resistance against the kiss that Caelus takes this time, all frantic breath and claiming tongue. His laugh doesn't register; his flippant reply doesn't either. (Not as if Luocha had expected anything but flippancy anyway, as far removed as they both are from considering consequences of actions at this point. His own words simply a last pricking of thorns, so that there are thorns of some kind of in this--even if...even if--) All that's really sinking in, for that brief window of anticipatory frustration, is the hot press of that cock against Luocha's insides and the hands grabbing hold of his hips, and--
Caelus starts fucking him, eagerly, immediately, the obedient boy who delights in taking orders from pretty men--the Stellaron's proxy that destroys and consumes what it wants. It's harsh and punishing and far too much at once, for a body that's had precious little time to adjust to the transition from fingers to greedy cock. Luocha's crying out with the first vicious thrust that spreads him open further, pushes deeper, presses right into that bundle of nerves already sensitive with earlier teasing; there's more pain than pleasure in this aggressive start, but for a man who draws equal arousal from both it's a sinfully delicious combination, open lust heating the breathiness in his voice.]
Hah--like that--yes--
[Yes, this is what he wanted--if this is what he must take--no hypocrisy in gentleness or loving caution, just the harsh and savage honesty of greed being fed. Gripping hands that bruise and relentless thrusts that claim. Caelus sinks in deep as quickly as he pleases; in this chair there's no give for Luocha's body to sink back against, no means of even slightly pulling away from the cock driving into his body over and over. Every stroke against his prostate is a new pulse of pleasure, already gradually superseding the ache, flaring right up both his spine and his throbbing cock. Luocha can hear the positively filthy moans leaving his throat as if the sound were coming from someone else--can hear Caelus's crooning words at his ear, degrading, demanding. --There's no longer a restrictive grip wrapped around his length, and after even only a few thrusts he can't--he has to--
He does come just on the stimulus of Caelus's cock, with a sweet gasp of sound, back arching against the back of the seat and arms yanking fruitlessly against their shackles. Trembling thighs can't quite support spread legs any longer, wrapping around Caelus's waist in the end, bringing them even closer as Luocha's hole clenches tight around the Trailblazer's length and hot pleasure shudders through his frame.]
Please... [His voice is already a bit wrecked, breathless, words forming of their own volition. Luocha's long eyelashes flutter, close, open again--struggling to focus.] Please--I need--
[More? Nothing? Is this enough, or already too much? His entire body throbs for more punishment, masochistic in this heightened state, yet his head--fogged over, thoughts numbed in the haze of orgasm. Coming down from the pleasure might well take longer, if Caelus is still moving, and pride is a muffled thing when buried like this. Maybe he'll beg. Maybe he's begging already--]
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Caelus starts fucking him, eagerly, immediately, the obedient boy who delights in taking orders from pretty men--the Stellaron's proxy that destroys and consumes what it wants. It's harsh and punishing and far too much at once, for a body that's had precious little time to adjust to the transition from fingers to greedy cock. Luocha's crying out with the first vicious thrust that spreads him open further, pushes deeper, presses right into that bundle of nerves already sensitive with earlier teasing; there's more pain than pleasure in this aggressive start, but for a man who draws equal arousal from both it's a sinfully delicious combination, open lust heating the breathiness in his voice.]
Hah--like that--yes--
[Yes, this is what he wanted--if this is what he must take--no hypocrisy in gentleness or loving caution, just the harsh and savage honesty of greed being fed. Gripping hands that bruise and relentless thrusts that claim. Caelus sinks in deep as quickly as he pleases; in this chair there's no give for Luocha's body to sink back against, no means of even slightly pulling away from the cock driving into his body over and over. Every stroke against his prostate is a new pulse of pleasure, already gradually superseding the ache, flaring right up both his spine and his throbbing cock. Luocha can hear the positively filthy moans leaving his throat as if the sound were coming from someone else--can hear Caelus's crooning words at his ear, degrading, demanding. --There's no longer a restrictive grip wrapped around his length, and after even only a few thrusts he can't--he has to--
He does come just on the stimulus of Caelus's cock, with a sweet gasp of sound, back arching against the back of the seat and arms yanking fruitlessly against their shackles. Trembling thighs can't quite support spread legs any longer, wrapping around Caelus's waist in the end, bringing them even closer as Luocha's hole clenches tight around the Trailblazer's length and hot pleasure shudders through his frame.]
Please... [His voice is already a bit wrecked, breathless, words forming of their own volition. Luocha's long eyelashes flutter, close, open again--struggling to focus.] Please--I need--
[More? Nothing? Is this enough, or already too much? His entire body throbs for more punishment, masochistic in this heightened state, yet his head--fogged over, thoughts numbed in the haze of orgasm. Coming down from the pleasure might well take longer, if Caelus is still moving, and pride is a muffled thing when buried like this. Maybe he'll beg. Maybe he's begging already--]