[ At this, Caelus smiles a little wryly, wrapping one hand around Luocha's burgeoning cock: ]
...However much it'll take to get you to remember me, I guess?
[ And that says a lot more about why Caelus is doing this than the entire "monologue" he'd given prior to starting it in earnest — but the Trailblazer doesn't linger on himself. He moves swiftly on, tugging and jerking Luocha's spent and recovering cock with soft, patient strokes, letting the filthy mixture of cum and precum squelch and slip between his fingers, over their skin. He wants to see the haze of pleasure come over Luocha's pretty features again. He wants to hear the blond make those sweet, broken sounds, glare at him with that intoxicating mixture of hatred and lust, flashes of anger still flaring through his green eyes whenever he remembers that he should feel shame.
He wants, he wants, he wants. The Stellaron urges his greed onward, tells him that everything in the universe belongs to him.
(He knows. Really, he knows. Even in another life where Luocha did not commit the crime which he has been accused of — even if he had genuinely been a trinket-selling merchant with no other aspirations to speak of — Caelus would have been nothing more than a bit of fun. A handsome face with a willing mouth and a pleasing body to be fucked and forgotten about by the time Luocha reached the next harbor. And it's not like Caelus hates that — it's not like he doesn't know that the universe is just that cold and unfeeling most of the time — but still. He wanted something different.
It's not Luocha's fault. It's not Luocha's fault that he wants something more out of life that no one is able to provide him, and maybe that's the real conflict here, the real reason he's doing all of this. The real reason that he —)
He stops moving his hand once Luocha's cock is standing proudly erect at its most full and flushed, opting to move his hips instead. Slow this time, not the frantic pace at which he was taking pleasure out of Luocha's body before. He rocks in and out of Luocha's wet hole, gentle and unhurried, as he takes the time to admire the beautiful body stretched out beneath him. Acting on a sudden impulse, Caelus leans down and takes one of Luocha's nipples into his mouth; he runs his tongue along it until he feels it peak and pebble, then sinks his teeth into the gorgeous white flesh around its pink base, sucking hard on Luocha's tit and drinking deep of his blood like he loves the taste of iron in his mouth. Pain and pleasure, mingled, indistinguishable. He knows what gets Luocha off if nothing else. ]
...You get tighter when you talk. It's cute. [ He resurfaces, licking his lips, still bouncing his hips gently into Luocha's body. ] You should hear the sounds you're making — they're cute, too.
[ Caelus licks the blood from his mouth, and then leans in for another kiss, just as slow and unhurried, even a little loving. He wonders if Luocha feels revulsion, taking this kind of affection from him now. But there's no genuine attempt at empathy. There's a part of him that doesn't care how Luocha is feeling as long as the man's reactions are telling him that he feels good.
It's a shame that his arms are pinned above his head, but it's fine. When Caelus wraps his arms around the man's waist, and breathes deep of his tempting floral scent... it's enough affection for him that he can pretend. ]
Luocha. [ Nuzzling into his neck, so gentle. The beast pacified for the moment. ] Luocha...
[ Only for the moment, though.
He knows Luocha doesn't really care for the boy. He knows Luocha is a man more used to dealing with beasts. ]
Hey, turn around for me?
[ "For me," the beast says, but Luocha doesn't actually get a say in it. Suddenly — the cuffs allow for the captor to reposition the captive, but not for the captive to reposition themselves — Caelus picks up Luocha's body and manhandles him enough that he turns the man's hips around while he's on Caelus's cock, and the Trailblazer lets out a soft breath at the sensation, oh, now that's an interesting feeling — but this way, Luocha's belly is pressed against the back of the chair, and his long golden hair is splayed against his beautiful back, and Caelus can and does fuck him from behind like an animal, both hands on the man's hips slamming him back into the Trailblazer's still-hard cock.
Groaning gratefully for the waves of pleasure cresting low in his belly and high in his head, Caelus takes one hand off Luocha's sweet ass just to seize some of that beautiful long hair at the crown of his head and pull his head back. Nothing crazy. It's just to get a bit of leverage, and just because it's hot, getting to pull Luocha's pretty hair like this. ]
Mm, yeah. [ Over the lewd sounds of skin against skin, all wet lovemaking and unholy union — ] Always wanted to fuck you like this. Even the first time we met.
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...However much it'll take to get you to remember me, I guess?
[ And that says a lot more about why Caelus is doing this than the entire "monologue" he'd given prior to starting it in earnest — but the Trailblazer doesn't linger on himself. He moves swiftly on, tugging and jerking Luocha's spent and recovering cock with soft, patient strokes, letting the filthy mixture of cum and precum squelch and slip between his fingers, over their skin. He wants to see the haze of pleasure come over Luocha's pretty features again. He wants to hear the blond make those sweet, broken sounds, glare at him with that intoxicating mixture of hatred and lust, flashes of anger still flaring through his green eyes whenever he remembers that he should feel shame.
He wants, he wants, he wants. The Stellaron urges his greed onward, tells him that everything in the universe belongs to him.
(He knows. Really, he knows. Even in another life where Luocha did not commit the crime which he has been accused of — even if he had genuinely been a trinket-selling merchant with no other aspirations to speak of — Caelus would have been nothing more than a bit of fun. A handsome face with a willing mouth and a pleasing body to be fucked and forgotten about by the time Luocha reached the next harbor. And it's not like Caelus hates that — it's not like he doesn't know that the universe is just that cold and unfeeling most of the time — but still. He wanted something different.
It's not Luocha's fault. It's not Luocha's fault that he wants something more out of life that no one is able to provide him, and maybe that's the real conflict here, the real reason he's doing all of this. The real reason that he —)
He stops moving his hand once Luocha's cock is standing proudly erect at its most full and flushed, opting to move his hips instead. Slow this time, not the frantic pace at which he was taking pleasure out of Luocha's body before. He rocks in and out of Luocha's wet hole, gentle and unhurried, as he takes the time to admire the beautiful body stretched out beneath him. Acting on a sudden impulse, Caelus leans down and takes one of Luocha's nipples into his mouth; he runs his tongue along it until he feels it peak and pebble, then sinks his teeth into the gorgeous white flesh around its pink base, sucking hard on Luocha's tit and drinking deep of his blood like he loves the taste of iron in his mouth. Pain and pleasure, mingled, indistinguishable. He knows what gets Luocha off if nothing else. ]
...You get tighter when you talk. It's cute. [ He resurfaces, licking his lips, still bouncing his hips gently into Luocha's body. ] You should hear the sounds you're making — they're cute, too.
[ Caelus licks the blood from his mouth, and then leans in for another kiss, just as slow and unhurried, even a little loving. He wonders if Luocha feels revulsion, taking this kind of affection from him now. But there's no genuine attempt at empathy. There's a part of him that doesn't care how Luocha is feeling as long as the man's reactions are telling him that he feels good.
It's a shame that his arms are pinned above his head, but it's fine. When Caelus wraps his arms around the man's waist, and breathes deep of his tempting floral scent... it's enough affection for him that he can pretend. ]
Luocha. [ Nuzzling into his neck, so gentle. The beast pacified for the moment. ] Luocha...
[ Only for the moment, though.
He knows Luocha doesn't really care for the boy. He knows Luocha is a man more used to dealing with beasts. ]
Hey, turn around for me?
[ "For me," the beast says, but Luocha doesn't actually get a say in it. Suddenly — the cuffs allow for the captor to reposition the captive, but not for the captive to reposition themselves — Caelus picks up Luocha's body and manhandles him enough that he turns the man's hips around while he's on Caelus's cock, and the Trailblazer lets out a soft breath at the sensation, oh, now that's an interesting feeling — but this way, Luocha's belly is pressed against the back of the chair, and his long golden hair is splayed against his beautiful back, and Caelus can and does fuck him from behind like an animal, both hands on the man's hips slamming him back into the Trailblazer's still-hard cock.
Groaning gratefully for the waves of pleasure cresting low in his belly and high in his head, Caelus takes one hand off Luocha's sweet ass just to seize some of that beautiful long hair at the crown of his head and pull his head back. Nothing crazy. It's just to get a bit of leverage, and just because it's hot, getting to pull Luocha's pretty hair like this. ]
Mm, yeah. [ Over the lewd sounds of skin against skin, all wet lovemaking and unholy union — ] Always wanted to fuck you like this. Even the first time we met.