[The audacity couldn't be clearer in that unabashed smirk, and the deliberate show of that tongue as Caelus cleans his own hand of spend--as if this is precisely what he'd wanted all along. Infuriating, as a smug brat is. Infuriating, in how Luocha gets a vague sense that he's played to the Trailblazer's expectations...a thing he generally tries to avoid in all matters, and certainly hadn't intended to lapse upon in this encounter. So it fuels something vindictive, yes, in the intensity of his focus on Caelus now, and the rough handling of his cock. But there's also--something newly arousing here as well, far too much so, in the appeal of knocking that self-satisfaction down a peg. In exacting a price for what's been taken. Look at this boy, so clearly taking pleasure in Luocha's pleasure--in being pressed down--in being overtaken--]

Is that what you want to hear, hm? That you've been good? A good boy wouldn't have such a filthy mouth... [It's indulging him, Luocha knows, far too much--more than he'd ever intended, at the start of this--and yet in this exact moment he doesn't quite care. Not while he's still only partially down from the high of that orgasm, and it still flickers in half-lidded eyes, heats the lowered register of his tone in half a purr. (He hasn't gotten off that hard in some time, no, and the fact that Caelus managed to draw it out so easily...is something to unpack far, far later. For now, it's an indignity to be punished. A service to be rewarded...)] Quiet.

[A pair of fingertips press against those flushed lips, dip into his mouth, start pumping slowly against that shameless tongue. Utterly out of place, the cross at his wrist drapes over Caelus's chin. (These gloves are going to be either ruined or in need of a thorough wash after this. He doesn't care.) Even in this perverse sort of fashion, light healing is brushed over those tender bitten spots in Caelus's mouth, a soothing distinctly at odds with the motion accompanying it, the grip on his cock. To speak of which...

It's quite alluring, the trembling in those plush thighs, as clear a sign of strain as the pre-cum beading at Caelus's tip. The harsh pace of Luocha's hand begins to slow right as it seems like the boy will reach his peak, intentionally agonizing. With the idle deftness of a doctor of some kind versed enough in anatomy, his thumb presses just under the head of Caelus's cock, in an exact spot where he won't--be able--to come, yet, no matter how much he might want to. ...Taking the main edge off Luocha's desire as he has is a danger in this sort of way, where there's now less immediate urgency to touch and be touched. He's distinctly curious in turn to see how Caelus might look when he unravels, yes--how he'll sound, how that thrumming power inside him will sound too. How this meticulously crafted vessel body beneath him will respond. But there are other things, too, that he's curious to see displayed from the young man...and there's now a languid hunger to find out...]

I wonder...for being so shameless, then, should I draw you out longer, or make you release over and over? How will you beg for me? [Not that Caelus will be able to answer with words without some struggle at the moment, probably. Seems he'll have to convey any wishes in other ways, won't he?]