[ It hurts and then it heals and Caelus shudders as the relief passes through him, soothing his aches. If Luocha is hooked on the pain, then he's hooked on the pleasure, chasing each exhilarating hit of soothing sensation working through his frayed nerves. It was so relaxing and purifying, at first — now it's getting him hot, making his cock throb with desperate longing for release. Luocha might really ruin healing for him forever, if he keeps this up.
They kiss and they bite and this time Luocha doesn't heal the sting to his lip, the taste of iron on his tongue. Luocha kisses him hard enough to leave him dizzy and aching and Caelus, too, finds himself whining for more, craving it, the way he just wants one more hit — and yet, as desperate as he feels, he still feels like he's winning because he's finally got this gorgeous, graceful man gasping and panting like any other slut.
He hasn't forgotten that he's on his back foot here, that Luocha's on top, that the healer could dominate him, choke him out, overpower him, claim victory, and in a lot of ways, he'd love that, too — but all the same, Caelus entertains wonderfully naive delusions, at least for the moment. He wants to fuck Luocha. Take him by the hair. Have him laid out in a bed, aching, waiting. Imagine how pretty he'll be, spine arching, shaking every time Caelus's thrusts hilted into him just right.
So like a lotus floating on the water, ever out of reach. Caelus feels like he's tearing the petals apart with his teeth. ]
You're right. I don't know. [ There's a desperation underlying this, a breathlessness. He has Luocha in his arms, but he's the one begging for mercy. ] But I do know — this is getting you off...
[ To hell with his own release. Caelus doesn't care anymore, really, if he gets off; he wants to see what Luocha looks like when he comes, what kind of pretty sound he'll make, with his soft, tingly voice tinged by breath. The Trailblazer stops jerking their cocks in tandem, but only so he can give Luocha more targeted attention: palming his shaft, rubbing into the slit at the head of his cock, even massaging his balls. What will he look like, what will he do, and if it's the pain that gets him off, how will he react if Caelus bites down on an untouched corner of his alabaster neck — ]
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They kiss and they bite and this time Luocha doesn't heal the sting to his lip, the taste of iron on his tongue. Luocha kisses him hard enough to leave him dizzy and aching and Caelus, too, finds himself whining for more, craving it, the way he just wants one more hit — and yet, as desperate as he feels, he still feels like he's winning because he's finally got this gorgeous, graceful man gasping and panting like any other slut.
He hasn't forgotten that he's on his back foot here, that Luocha's on top, that the healer could dominate him, choke him out, overpower him, claim victory, and in a lot of ways, he'd love that, too — but all the same, Caelus entertains wonderfully naive delusions, at least for the moment. He wants to fuck Luocha. Take him by the hair. Have him laid out in a bed, aching, waiting. Imagine how pretty he'll be, spine arching, shaking every time Caelus's thrusts hilted into him just right.
So like a lotus floating on the water, ever out of reach. Caelus feels like he's tearing the petals apart with his teeth. ]
You're right. I don't know. [ There's a desperation underlying this, a breathlessness. He has Luocha in his arms, but he's the one begging for mercy. ] But I do know — this is getting you off...
[ To hell with his own release. Caelus doesn't care anymore, really, if he gets off; he wants to see what Luocha looks like when he comes, what kind of pretty sound he'll make, with his soft, tingly voice tinged by breath. The Trailblazer stops jerking their cocks in tandem, but only so he can give Luocha more targeted attention: palming his shaft, rubbing into the slit at the head of his cock, even massaging his balls. What will he look like, what will he do, and if it's the pain that gets him off, how will he react if Caelus bites down on an untouched corner of his alabaster neck — ]