Satan does not text back. He might punch through a door (and have to make a note to remove that door, thankfully just a closet door instead of anything vital), but he absolutely plans on saving all of his wrath, all of that rage building up in him as he paces in front of the door to his apartment, just for Wriothesley.
If the silly fucker wants to call him 'kind of adorable', then he'll face the consequences for it, and either do it again or not.
In fact, Satan's so close to the front door, still pacing and snarling and grinding his teeth audibly, that there's no need to even knock; he hears those footsteps and throws the door open, reaching out to snag a fist in the front of Wriothesley's shirt and yank him inside.]
You need disciplining, you little shit.
[No kiss even yet, even after being taunted so; the freshly polished couch is where Satan's going to drag them both, if he's so humoured. Get bent over the arm of that nice leather couch, idiot!!]
[The moment he gets to the door he slows his steps purposely just a little. He isn't sure if Satan even notices it or not. He's dressed in his usual attire he used to wear back home today, the shirt, tie and vest and his coat with fur that makes hin look twice as large as he is.
When the door is opened before he even knocks he grins and lets himself get tugged inside and pulled where ever his partner wants. This is exactly what he wanted right now. He's put over the edge of the couch but his jacket is covering how lovely his ass looks in his form fitting pants.]
Oh, mon lutin am I being punished? Whatever could it be for?
[His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he leans into the postion, sticking his ass out more and spreading his legs a little even. Still the jacket is in the way...]
[That coat? That fucking bigass coat? That's going to get flipped over Wriothesley's head (and the noise Satan makes when he sees those form-fitting pants is bordering on feral). As much as he'd like to just get to work and tear them off so that Wrio has to go home without the pants he came in, there's no way that Satan can keep from digging both hands into his perfect ass, bending down to dig his teeth right in as he promised.]
Haaaaaaa... [His tongue runs over that ineffective bite mark, breath coming hot through his nose, before he straightens back up and gets to work getting those wonderfully tight pants out of the way. Once he's satisfied with his work, hasty and impatient as it is, Satan swings a leg up to brace against the nape of Wriothesley's neck, more of a gesture than an actual threat.]
A brat, almost. ['Brat' gets punctuated by a light swat, and the way that flesh jiggles just right is enough to make Satan snarl-moan louder. Then another slap, harder this time.] You're gonna learn to watch your fucking mouth with me, pretty boy.
[This wasn't the situationhe had planned for when he got dressed today and yet it was one of those days he just didnt want to be dressed with underwear on. It was nice for him now but first the issue with the coat. The moment it was flipped over him he started to squirm and take it off him so it woukdnt be on top of him while Satan fiddled with his belt and pants.
The moment the jacket was off was when he felt Satans mouth on him and he tensed a little, eyes closing as he leaned into the sensations. The two of them had been flirting along this for days and both of them were pent up now so each touch just made him want to submit easier than he already was.]
A brat would fight back, I want you to punish me. Teach me a lesson, mon lutin. Show me what you can do. [That snarl has him wanting to moan but he doesn't yet, instead holding out for more. He wants to see how much Satan will give him. The harder slap does have him fix his stance against the couch more.]
For me, a brat is anyone mouthy enough to still backtalk me when I'm about to give 'em something to think about.
[Thus satisfied that Wriothesley's not going to even pretend to struggle, Satan swings his foot back down (ignoring the thigh cramps, what the hell was that position, he'll curse it later) and instead nudges Wrio's feet even wider apart with it. Just let him admire the view for a second or two, before he slides a hand down over his taint, his balls, then just barely ghosting over the shaft of his cock.]
Especially if you're implying I'll fucking hold back. Little shit. Got half a mind to roll you over so I can see you cry.
[Not yet. But like. Maybe in a minute, when he's not giving Wriothesley the lightest, most flighty of strokes, before suddenly whipping his hand back up and slapping his ass much, much harder. Then the other hand, flat, open palm, both sound and impact. He'll wait a second, make sure that he hasn't done anything he can't undo just yet, and then start spanking Wriothesley in earnest with both hands.] Fuck, even like this you're cute...It's really infuriating!
Ah..if I'm thinking while you do this it's not good enough sweetie~
[He doesn't mind the fact Satan makes him spread his legs more. It makes him s little shorter to meet Satan's height so he gets it. He's really tall. He does shiver though when that hand slides down his pierced cock and looks over his shoulder to see a reaction to Satan touching the numerous piercings down Wriothesley's cock he just felt. He hopes Satan enjoyed the feeling of it.]
You into crying too? Just like mon chaton I see...
[He is about to say more but the slaps stop him from saying anything but moans, his body going stiff as he grips the couch.]
Ahh putain, plus...p-plus fort..
[The spanking is so good he switches to Fontainian, his natural tongue, his ass sticking out more and wanting more.]
[Alas, the pierced dick gets no reaction at all; when one of your homeboys also has his junk done to the nines in metal, it's just normal really. pant pant, he pauses a moment to let the sensation come flooding back to Wriothesley's skin, lest it go numb from repeated impact. In this pause, he presses right in close so that they're touching, the still-hardening bulge in his jeans tucked against the cleft of that perfect, red hot ass.]
I'm me. Everyone else is a fucking copy of me. We clear? I'm not wasting my hands on someone who doesn't agree.
[Punctuated by a particularly pointed grind, a huff against Wriothesley's nape.] Say it.
[It might say a lot about Wriothesley that while Satan is only partiall hard, Wriothesley is already fully erect from the slapping amd is pressing his fully erect cock against that couch as he shutters to take a breath in between the slaps. He looks back at Satan as he speaks, the words taking a little longer to fully register in his head than normal and when they do he growls in return. A moment of clarity breaking the scene he's starting to fall into with his temporary partner for the day.]
Everyone but Dera. Everyone is a copy of you but Gokudera.
[It's the one thing he won't budge on. He even still has his collar with his dominant on right now. Gokudera might not be here but he's not going to bad mouth his love behind his back. There is defiance in his icy eyes, a sign that says he won't drop this and if Satan wants to continue this play he better accept this.]
You've got some fucking gall, to compare me to him and spout off like that.
[For a few achingly long seconds, Satan just stands there, breathing hard, completely still; the only noise apart from their breath is that crunching of his teeth, the telltale heart of his rage.]
You better remember this. I don't do half-measures, 'n I don't take kindly to that sort of bullshit. You don't want to say that, don't fucking do it to me. Are we clear?
[The only reason he's even discussing it instead of sending Wriothesley out of here pantsless is the fact that logically, under the apoplectic explosion of his wrath, Satan's a huge romantic who gets it. He does. He gets it. But that double talk incenses him more than he gets it, alas.]
[There hasn't been much in terms of permanent physical side affects of how often Wriothesley has used his potion addiction other than the fact he has become in situations of high tension a bit more beast like and his teeth have become sharper than they ever should have been as a normal human. They still had nothing on his full wolf form but for a normal human they were much sharper than they ever should be and right now the teeth were barred.] It was meant as a fucking compliment
[He growls once more and wants to pull away and possibly bite and the body keeping him in place but his rational brain knows that is not how he should be handling this and he lets out his ice magic, the temperature around him instsntly getting significantly colder as he uses it to calm himself down. Cold plumes of breath leave his mouth as he takes a few deep breaths and calms.]
I'm sorry. I won't do it again...we're clear....
[He lowers his guard, trying to lower his head as well. If he had ears on his head theyd be flat on his head right now but he doesn't actuslly have them.]
[The cold's annoying when Satan runs so hot normally, but it's just. A little extra temperature play, right? When he leans down again and practically sizzles against Wriothesley's chill, hot breath blowing over his ear (tragically unflattened, only human), it's not the worst thing in the world by any stretch.]
Don't think about other men when you're with me. I'll fucking know. Or maybe I'll just start doing it back so you can know how shit it feels.
[Anyway. Lesson taught, so he straightens back up and digs his fingers into Wriothesley's ass, teeth still crunching away to the point of him having to spit a shard of tooth to the side. Knead knead knead, like a cat making biscuits. Just to get the blood flowing a little more normally down there, to keep the sensation fresh...Then he deals a hell of a wallop, something harder than before, even. As if he really means it, really wants to get some of that anger out.]
[He hadn't wanted to bring out his frost but he needed it to calm himself down. His body was still too cold from it and anywhere he had touched, mainly the couch, has a sheen of frost to it now. The fact Satan ran hot felt amazing and he wanted that heat back.]
Only you...
[The words come out softly, he's too cold to say them any louder. Then the kneading starts and it warms his ass. He bites on his lower lip, drawing some blood from himself as he tries to stifle himself from saying anything wrong again. Making sure just to moan instead.]
Mnnngh...
[The slap comes and it actually hurts, a good hurts but a painful one too. His lips parts but no spund leaves as his eyes go wide and he rips into the couch with his grip with his force from that one. It takes a moment for his recovery before his body shakes a little and a groan leaves him.]
[That's more like it. Maybe he'll apologise later (unlikely) (even if he should), but for now, the thought of...Of 'winning', even just a little, even if it's just in his own shitty starter apartment, is enough to mollify Satan almost completely. Not that he's going to hold back all of a sudden, for sure; if Wriothesley's taking it and enjoying it, if he's going to rip into the leather and moan like that, then who is Satan to deny them both that pleasure?
It just means that he's going to be tender in other ways, like rubbing soothingly at Wriothesley's hip and thigh as he goes to absolute fucking town on his ass. Slap, slap, slap slap slap, even his hand's going numb at this point from the constant sharp sting, but the red blooming hot on pale skin is far too beautiful to stop just yet.] So pretty, haaaa-- So cute. That's my good boy.
[Fuck his praise kink, they probably should have talked more or something before going this far into anything but they were both already too deep into this now that it was too late for all that. Wriothesley just had to hide his shame at the fact that the way that pet name had his body shivering and his cock twitching almost as much as the slapping was. The way his cock was pressed against himself and the couch as he leaned most of his weight on the couch rather then his legs from the slapping as starting to almost be a little painful so he shifted just a bit before the onslaught of slaps.
Once adjusted he's able to properly fall into the pleasure he's being given. Wriothesley digs into that couch, taking every hit with an equally pleased moan, wanting more and more. He could have gone a little longer too with those gentle rubs to his hips and thighs in between but that second good boy rings in his ears and the slap that follows with it does him in as climaxes right then and there.]
F-Fuck....Satan...ngh.....time out a minute please.....
[Sometimes a little of his paternal streak comes out, and he picks up on the canine traits of a man, and it leads to a false start, apparently. Just like this one, where Satan can feel the shudders of Wriothesley's orgasm, and yet as soon as he's asked for a time out, he immediately comes to a halt, cold settling over his skin and tempering his arousal.
Did he do something wrong? Is Wriothesley okay? Did he hit too hard? It's slower to ask for permission to read his mind and know, so Satan immediately peels away and stands beside the couch instead, rubbing hesitant circles in the small of his very good boy's back.]
...You good? Did I hit too hard? You're not hurt, are you? I figured since I'm weaker here-- I didn't break anything? I'll take you to that hospital if you're hurt, don't worry.
[Ah, to be unsure of his own strength, and unsure of the strength of his partner for once. He figures Wrio's tougher than damn near most, of course, but-- he's still human. And Satan's still a devil king, even if he's been defanged almost completely. Please let him be alright. Please let him just need a second to breathe.]
[Now that the slapping has stopped, Wriothesley tries to put more weight on his legs and they feel a little like jello. He falters ever so slightly and goes back to leaning on the couch, his face and even the back of his neck starting to turn red in embarrassment.]
Hm??
[He almost misses the start of Satan's questions but focuses on him and how close he is. It's sweet the man is worried but he has no need to be and so with one hand still proping himself on the couch he pulls Satan closer with the other and brings him in for a kiss. That hand that pulled hin in from neck lets go and blindly searches for his hand, entwining their fingers for a moment once he finds them.]
I'm fine...I just...um...
[He takes their joined hand and brings it between himself and the couch and the sticky mess he made there. The blush on his face seems to darken more] I just needed a break in-between is all....sorry.
[??? Oh, kiss. Okay, that's good? That's good. Though Wriothesley still seems a bit...Embarrassed, rather than fuckdrunk just yet, and that's a worry too.
Which is why, even as Satan lets his hand be tugged down to feel what's wrong, he drops into a squat and gently bumps their foreheads together.]
.........don't mind him he's just going to try and scoop up as much as possible, before sucking his fingers clean with clear relish, smugly chortling around his hand.]
--Yeah, I noticed you came. You're still young, right? Or-- I dunno how humans age so much, it's hard to tell. But you'll only need a few seconds, huh? [Satan, no. He's not 18 by a long shot. Calm it.] Don't you worry about me, I'll just get my dick out already. Kehehehe, you're so cute...I'll hafta punish you for that once you've caught your breath.
Or I could fuck you. [Punctuated by the shfffff of his zipper, and with a little rummaging, his very pretty flush-pink cock pops out of his clothes.] But I can wait.
[He practically starts to choke on his own breath at that it surprises him so much. He knows Satan isn't human and he understands him not getting how humans age but even neuvillette knew he was middle aged by how he looked. His appearance was a dead give away he waa older. He has to grip the couch more for a moment as he coughs, still taken a back by that comment and once he catches his breath he clear his throat. ]
I'm 40, for a human that's already half their expected age in some cases. I'm middle aged, some consider me an old man even. I'm not young at all. You really couldn't tell from the grey in my hair?
[his voice is still harsh from the previous moaning and the fact he was just choking. He watches as Satan starts to undress more and so Wriothesley does the same and finally takes off his top leaving him fully nude for Satan to admire. His body really is covered in scars, discoloration almost everywhere on him and thick black body hair covering his chest and arms down to his dick. Now that he's topless, Satan can finally see those pierced nipples he felt days go, both of them glinting silver against the dark of his chest.]
I....need more than a few seconds in between. It's why I stopped you. I'm sorry.... but like I said you can use me if you'd like or I can pleasure you.
[The term 'use' slips from his lips too easily as if he's been in this situation before. Since his ass still hurts he moves from the couch carefully and gets on his knees with a bit of a thud instead. It'll hurt later but he can take something for that.]
Aren't you? 40 years are nothing to me. That's as good as a baby still.
[He smiles fondly when Wriothesley joins him on the ground, leaning over to smack a kiss on his cheek (and maybe, instead of jacking himself off like he said he was going to, reaching over to flick one of those nipple piercings at last).]
How 'bout you come sit with me while you catch up, keep my dick warm, and we can cuddle a bit? I wanna touch all that hair on you, anyway. Kinda have ever since I saw how hairy your arms were on our date. [Which means that Satan's actually going to sit, legs spread and cock still standing at attention, and he'll throw his arms out in expectation of an embrace.] Just your hand on my dick's all I need to keep me goin'. Don't go saying shit like 'use', you came back here because you like me and I like you as men, not as tools.
[And, true to his word (of course), as soon as Wrio's all cosied up to him should he choose to be, Satan's going to start running his fingers through his chest air in pure awe, thumbing idly at his nipple piercings in between giddy touches.]
[He's never going to get used to being called young.]
It might be for an immortal but there was a time I didn't think I'd even make it to forty. This is old for me. I'd be happy if I even live another forty more years.
[He doesn't want to bring down the mood but he really just isn't used to this even knowing an immortal himself. Neuvillette always treated him as a fleeting moment and Dera treats him as an old man as a joke. He really doesn't know what to do with this.
Luckily the flick to his piercing drags him out of his thoughts and he watches Satan go to the couch and throw his arms out for an embrace. It's...different. Wriothesley isn't used to any of this. Hes treated well here yes, he has a loving partner he knows that but this is different. Why is Satan being so sweet on him? Wasn't he upset for how brat like he'd been or how he'd messed up the couch or any number of reasons already? He hesitated for a moment, confusion on his face but he did move over to the couch, sitting mostly on his side to not put weight on his sore ass. He leaned against Satan and gave him full access to his body in the process, resting his head on Satan's shoulder, those icy blue eyes looking right up at Satan almost like a cute old dog.]
Is this close enough? My ass is still a bit sore.....do you really like me? Even after I snapped at you before?
Really...Then that's pretty fucking hot of you, y'know? Beat your own expectations of yourself, come out on top. What's manlier than that? Now you just gotta do it again.
[This is better. Hug. Hug...Hug nice. Every few seconds, Satan just stops, breathes in, relishes the sensation. It's not often that he actually gets to be smushy like this, despite the fact that he's a terrible romantic deep down.
Never mind that he's still just playing with Wrio's titties, fingers running through his chest hair and groping idly away. It's more self-soothing than anything intended to be sexy. This is just fun to do!] I'll put some ice on it when we're done. Might slap you around a bit more when I got my dick inside you, so better to wait, right? Kehehehe.
...Did you snap at me? I don't remember. [Look, he's not even registering their little standoff before; the number of times he's straight up punted his beloved wife through a wall, or punched him in the gut, is infinity. What's a little tension that gets easily soothed over??] But I like you. You're a good guy, pretty, honest. What's wrong with liking you?
[He lets his eyes flutter closed, lips parted as his chest is toyed with like a simple stress ball. The piercings made his nipples sensitive and everytime Satan rubs against one he rubs his stubbled cheek against Satan's shoulder, a soft moan leaving his lips as his big calloused hand traces up and down the length of Satan's dick in a slow pace. He doesn't want Satan to climax but he wants to keep him still interested and he does like the soft hairless feel of him in his hand. ]
I did snap at you...almost bit you. Had I a potion with me and were in my other form I would have truly taken a bite out of your arm without a second thought....I'm sorry. I really am, mon lutin. I'm not used to someone liking me so easily and so soon. My own feelings take longer I think before I can truly return the sentiment with the same feeling but I do enjoy your company. Is that enough for you?
Yeah? What's not hot about surviving against all odds? It's-- badass. Heh.
[Ooh that feels good though, the maddeningly slow pace, the calluses for a little extra friction; it's taking a lot for Satan to not buck up into Wriothesley's hand or bully him into stroking faster.
...Which means that it's just right for this, for keeping the fire stoked and keeping him chomping at the bit to fuck him senseless without pushing him too far. Though the admission of near mauling doesn't help with this mission of holding off for the refractory period; if anything, Satan just laughs raggedly, spreads his thighs even more and buries his face in Wriothesley's hair just to huff him in (and keep his mouth occupied lest he do the biting instead).]
Appreciate the apology, but that would've just made me cum, I think. And you don't have to freak out about feelings; I'm not trying to marry you, you got that already handled. You're just good. I like you, like your company, like when you pull cute faces because I called you pretty or a good boy. Like you touching my dick even more. This is plenty for me, alright? [he's he's going to bite his hair again isn't he
Badass...pretty...young...you call me so many things I don't often hear together or at all. You're different, Satan. I like it.
[Those icy eyes seem to light up a bit with mischief of their own when Satan spreads his legs more at his touch. He'd be the first to admit that he does enjoy a nice cock in his mouth from time to time but he could be picky with it too. The more he touched that smooth and hairless dick the more he really wanted to taste it and feel its weight against his tongue. He was almost drooling with each stroke.]
There you go again spouting sweet words at me. You're a charmer aren't you? Well let me return the favor, oui? I want you to fuck me but I want you to prep me first. Will you do that while I indulge in your cock mon lutin? Please?
[He gives Satan's cock an extra tight squeeze as his hand travels the length of him. A low hum of approval like a sort of growlleaves him when Satan buries his face in Wriothesley's hair and bites at it, even if it is a strange feeling. He's still being affectionate and Wriothesley isnt going to push him away. ]
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oh my god WRIOTHESLEY UR WISH SHALL BE hopefully GRANTED LMAO also. action
Satan does not text back. He might punch through a door (and have to make a note to remove that door, thankfully just a closet door instead of anything vital), but he absolutely plans on saving all of his wrath, all of that rage building up in him as he paces in front of the door to his apartment, just for Wriothesley.
If the silly fucker wants to call him 'kind of adorable', then he'll face the consequences for it, and either do it again or not.
In fact, Satan's so close to the front door, still pacing and snarling and grinding his teeth audibly, that there's no need to even knock; he hears those footsteps and throws the door open, reaching out to snag a fist in the front of Wriothesley's shirt and yank him inside.]
You need disciplining, you little shit.
[No kiss even yet, even after being taunted so; the freshly polished couch is where Satan's going to drag them both, if he's so humoured. Get bent over the arm of that nice leather couch, idiot!!]
Re: it's exactly what he wanted ♡))
When the door is opened before he even knocks he grins and lets himself get tugged inside and pulled where ever his partner wants. This is exactly what he wanted right now. He's put over the edge of the couch but his jacket is covering how lovely his ass looks in his form fitting pants.]
Oh, mon lutin am I being punished? Whatever could it be for?
[His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he leans into the postion, sticking his ass out more and spreading his legs a little even. Still the jacket is in the way...]
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[That coat? That fucking bigass coat? That's going to get flipped over Wriothesley's head (and the noise Satan makes when he sees those form-fitting pants is bordering on feral). As much as he'd like to just get to work and tear them off so that Wrio has to go home without the pants he came in, there's no way that Satan can keep from digging both hands into his perfect ass, bending down to dig his teeth right in as he promised.]
Haaaaaaa... [His tongue runs over that ineffective bite mark, breath coming hot through his nose, before he straightens back up and gets to work getting those wonderfully tight pants out of the way. Once he's satisfied with his work, hasty and impatient as it is, Satan swings a leg up to brace against the nape of Wriothesley's neck, more of a gesture than an actual threat.]
A brat, almost. ['Brat' gets punctuated by a light swat, and the way that flesh jiggles just right is enough to make Satan snarl-moan louder. Then another slap, harder this time.] You're gonna learn to watch your fucking mouth with me, pretty boy.
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The moment the jacket was off was when he felt Satans mouth on him and he tensed a little, eyes closing as he leaned into the sensations. The two of them had been flirting along this for days and both of them were pent up now so each touch just made him want to submit easier than he already was.]
A brat would fight back, I want you to punish me. Teach me a lesson, mon lutin. Show me what you can do. [That snarl has him wanting to moan but he doesn't yet, instead holding out for more. He wants to see how much Satan will give him. The harder slap does have him fix his stance against the couch more.]
Harder~ Don't you dare hold back on me.
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[Thus satisfied that Wriothesley's not going to even pretend to struggle, Satan swings his foot back down (ignoring the thigh cramps, what the hell was that position, he'll curse it later) and instead nudges Wrio's feet even wider apart with it. Just let him admire the view for a second or two, before he slides a hand down over his taint, his balls, then just barely ghosting over the shaft of his cock.]
Especially if you're implying I'll fucking hold back. Little shit. Got half a mind to roll you over so I can see you cry.
[Not yet. But like. Maybe in a minute, when he's not giving Wriothesley the lightest, most flighty of strokes, before suddenly whipping his hand back up and slapping his ass much, much harder. Then the other hand, flat, open palm, both sound and impact. He'll wait a second, make sure that he hasn't done anything he can't undo just yet, and then start spanking Wriothesley in earnest with both hands.] Fuck, even like this you're cute...It's really infuriating!
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[He doesn't mind the fact Satan makes him spread his legs more. It makes him s little shorter to meet Satan's height so he gets it. He's really tall. He does shiver though when that hand slides down his pierced cock and looks over his shoulder to see a reaction to Satan touching the numerous piercings down Wriothesley's cock he just felt. He hopes Satan enjoyed the feeling of it.]
You into crying too? Just like mon chaton I see...
[He is about to say more but the slaps stop him from saying anything but moans, his body going stiff as he grips the couch.]
Ahh putain, plus...p-plus fort..
[The spanking is so good he switches to Fontainian, his natural tongue, his ass sticking out more and wanting more.]
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Alas, the pierced dick gets no reaction at all; when one of your homeboys also has his junk done to the nines in metal, it's just normal really.pant pant, he pauses a moment to let the sensation come flooding back to Wriothesley's skin, lest it go numb from repeated impact. In this pause, he presses right in close so that they're touching, the still-hardening bulge in his jeans tucked against the cleft of that perfect, red hot ass.]I'm me. Everyone else is a fucking copy of me. We clear? I'm not wasting my hands on someone who doesn't agree.
[Punctuated by a particularly pointed grind, a huff against Wriothesley's nape.] Say it.
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Everyone but Dera. Everyone is a copy of you but Gokudera.
[It's the one thing he won't budge on. He even still has his collar with his dominant on right now. Gokudera might not be here but he's not going to bad mouth his love behind his back. There is defiance in his icy eyes, a sign that says he won't drop this and if Satan wants to continue this play he better accept this.]
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[For a few achingly long seconds, Satan just stands there, breathing hard, completely still; the only noise apart from their breath is that crunching of his teeth, the telltale heart of his rage.]
You better remember this. I don't do half-measures, 'n I don't take kindly to that sort of bullshit. You don't want to say that, don't fucking do it to me. Are we clear?
[The only reason he's even discussing it instead of sending Wriothesley out of here pantsless is the fact that logically, under the apoplectic explosion of his wrath, Satan's a huge romantic who gets it. He does. He gets it. But that double talk incenses him more than he gets it, alas.]
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It was meant as a fucking compliment
[He growls once more and wants to pull away and possibly bite and the body keeping him in place but his rational brain knows that is not how he should be handling this and he lets out his ice magic, the temperature around him instsntly getting significantly colder as he uses it to calm himself down. Cold plumes of breath leave his mouth as he takes a few deep breaths and calms.]
I'm sorry. I won't do it again...we're clear....
[He lowers his guard, trying to lower his head as well. If he had ears on his head theyd be flat on his head right now but he doesn't actuslly have them.]
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[The cold's annoying when Satan runs so hot normally, but it's just. A little extra temperature play, right? When he leans down again and practically sizzles against Wriothesley's chill, hot breath blowing over his ear (tragically unflattened, only human), it's not the worst thing in the world by any stretch.]
Don't think about other men when you're with me. I'll fucking know. Or maybe I'll just start doing it back so you can know how shit it feels.
[Anyway. Lesson taught, so he straightens back up and digs his fingers into Wriothesley's ass, teeth still crunching away to the point of him having to spit a shard of tooth to the side. Knead knead knead, like a cat making biscuits. Just to get the blood flowing a little more normally down there, to keep the sensation fresh...Then he deals a hell of a wallop, something harder than before, even. As if he really means it, really wants to get some of that anger out.]
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Only you...
[The words come out softly, he's too cold to say them any louder. Then the kneading starts and it warms his ass. He bites on his lower lip, drawing some blood from himself as he tries to stifle himself from saying anything wrong again. Making sure just to moan instead.]
Mnnngh...
[The slap comes and it actually hurts, a good hurts but a painful one too. His lips parts but no spund leaves as his eyes go wide and he rips into the couch with his grip with his force from that one. It takes a moment for his recovery before his body shakes a little and a groan leaves him.]
M-More....please....
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[That's more like it. Maybe he'll apologise later (unlikely) (even if he should), but for now, the thought of...Of 'winning', even just a little, even if it's just in his own shitty starter apartment, is enough to mollify Satan almost completely. Not that he's going to hold back all of a sudden, for sure; if Wriothesley's taking it and enjoying it, if he's going to rip into the leather and moan like that, then who is Satan to deny them both that pleasure?
It just means that he's going to be tender in other ways, like rubbing soothingly at Wriothesley's hip and thigh as he goes to absolute fucking town on his ass. Slap, slap, slap slap slap, even his hand's going numb at this point from the constant sharp sting, but the red blooming hot on pale skin is far too beautiful to stop just yet.] So pretty, haaaa-- So cute. That's my good boy.
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Once adjusted he's able to properly fall into the pleasure he's being given. Wriothesley digs into that couch, taking every hit with an equally pleased moan, wanting more and more. He could have gone a little longer too with those gentle rubs to his hips and thighs in between but that second good boy rings in his ears and the slap that follows with it does him in as climaxes right then and there.]
F-Fuck....Satan...ngh.....time out a minute please.....
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Did he do something wrong? Is Wriothesley okay? Did he hit too hard? It's slower to ask for permission to read his mind and know, so Satan immediately peels away and stands beside the couch instead, rubbing hesitant circles in the small of his very good boy's back.]
...You good? Did I hit too hard? You're not hurt, are you? I figured since I'm weaker here-- I didn't break anything? I'll take you to that hospital if you're hurt, don't worry.
[Ah, to be unsure of his own strength, and unsure of the strength of his partner for once. He figures Wrio's tougher than damn near most, of course, but-- he's still human. And Satan's still a devil king, even if he's been defanged almost completely. Please let him be alright. Please let him just need a second to breathe.]
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Hm??
[He almost misses the start of Satan's questions but focuses on him and how close he is. It's sweet the man is worried but he has no need to be and so with one hand still proping himself on the couch he pulls Satan closer with the other and brings him in for a kiss. That hand that pulled hin in from neck lets go and blindly searches for his hand, entwining their fingers for a moment once he finds them.]
I'm fine...I just...um...
[He takes their joined hand and brings it between himself and the couch and the sticky mess he made there. The blush on his face seems to darken more] I just needed a break in-between is all....sorry.
I could touch you instead if you'd like.
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Which is why, even as Satan lets his hand be tugged down to feel what's wrong, he drops into a squat and gently bumps their foreheads together.]
You wh--
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he sure is
.........don't mind him he's just going to try and scoop up as much as possible, before sucking his fingers clean with clear relish, smugly chortling around his hand.]
--Yeah, I noticed you came. You're still young, right? Or-- I dunno how humans age so much, it's hard to tell. But you'll only need a few seconds, huh? [Satan, no. He's not 18 by a long shot. Calm it.] Don't you worry about me, I'll just get my dick out already. Kehehehe, you're so cute...I'll hafta punish you for that once you've caught your breath.
Or I could fuck you. [Punctuated by the shfffff of his zipper, and with a little rummaging, his very pretty flush-pink cock pops out of his clothes.] But I can wait.
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[He practically starts to choke on his own breath at that it surprises him so much. He knows Satan isn't human and he understands him not getting how humans age but even neuvillette knew he was middle aged by how he looked. His appearance was a dead give away he waa older. He has to grip the couch more for a moment as he coughs, still taken a back by that comment and once he catches his breath he clear his throat. ]
I'm 40, for a human that's already half their expected age in some cases. I'm middle aged, some consider me an old man even. I'm not young at all. You really couldn't tell from the grey in my hair?
[his voice is still harsh from the previous moaning and the fact he was just choking. He watches as Satan starts to undress more and so Wriothesley does the same and finally takes off his top leaving him fully nude for Satan to admire. His body really is covered in scars, discoloration almost everywhere on him and thick black body hair covering his chest and arms down to his dick. Now that he's topless, Satan can finally see those pierced nipples he felt days go, both of them glinting silver against the dark of his chest.]
I....need more than a few seconds in between. It's why I stopped you. I'm sorry.... but like I said you can use me if you'd like or I can pleasure you.
[The term 'use' slips from his lips too easily as if he's been in this situation before. Since his ass still hurts he moves from the couch carefully and gets on his knees with a bit of a thud instead. It'll hurt later but he can take something for that.]
Please...let me?
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[He smiles fondly when Wriothesley joins him on the ground, leaning over to smack a kiss on his cheek (and maybe, instead of jacking himself off like he said he was going to, reaching over to flick one of those nipple piercings at last).]
How 'bout you come sit with me while you catch up, keep my dick warm, and we can cuddle a bit? I wanna touch all that hair on you, anyway. Kinda have ever since I saw how hairy your arms were on our date. [Which means that Satan's actually going to sit, legs spread and cock still standing at attention, and he'll throw his arms out in expectation of an embrace.] Just your hand on my dick's all I need to keep me goin'. Don't go saying shit like 'use', you came back here because you like me and I like you as men, not as tools.
[And, true to his word (of course), as soon as Wrio's all cosied up to him should he choose to be, Satan's going to start running his fingers through his chest air in pure awe, thumbing idly at his nipple piercings in between giddy touches.]
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It might be for an immortal but there was a time I didn't think I'd even make it to forty. This is old for me. I'd be happy if I even live another forty more years.
[He doesn't want to bring down the mood but he really just isn't used to this
even knowing an immortal himself. Neuvillette always treated him as a fleeting moment and Dera treats him as an old man as a joke. He really doesn't know what to do with this.
Luckily the flick to his piercing drags him out of his thoughts and he watches Satan go to the couch and throw his arms out for an embrace. It's...different. Wriothesley isn't used to any of this. Hes treated well here yes, he has a loving partner he knows that but this is different. Why is Satan being so sweet on him? Wasn't he upset for how brat like he'd been or how he'd messed up the couch or any number of reasons already? He hesitated for a moment, confusion on his face but he did move over to the couch, sitting mostly on his side to not put weight on his sore ass. He leaned against Satan and gave him full access to his body in the process, resting his head on Satan's shoulder, those icy blue eyes looking right up at Satan almost like a cute old dog.]
Is this close enough? My ass is still a bit sore.....do you really like me? Even after I snapped at you before?
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[This is better. Hug. Hug...Hug nice. Every few seconds, Satan just stops, breathes in, relishes the sensation. It's not often that he actually gets to be smushy like this, despite the fact that he's a terrible romantic deep down.
Never mind that he's still just playing with Wrio's titties, fingers running through his chest hair and groping idly away. It's more self-soothing than anything intended to be sexy. This is just fun to do!] I'll put some ice on it when we're done. Might slap you around a bit more when I got my dick inside you, so better to wait, right? Kehehehe.
...Did you snap at me? I don't remember. [Look, he's not even registering their little standoff before; the number of times he's straight up punted his beloved wife through a wall, or punched him in the gut, is infinity. What's a little tension that gets easily soothed over??] But I like you. You're a good guy, pretty, honest. What's wrong with liking you?
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[He lets his eyes flutter closed, lips parted as his chest is toyed with like a simple stress ball. The piercings made his nipples sensitive and everytime Satan rubs against one he rubs his stubbled cheek against Satan's shoulder, a soft moan leaving his lips as his big calloused hand traces up and down the length of Satan's dick in a slow pace. He doesn't want Satan to climax but he wants to keep him still interested and he does like the soft hairless feel of him in his hand. ]
I did snap at you...almost bit you. Had I a potion with me and were in my other form I would have truly taken a bite out of your arm without a second thought....I'm sorry. I really am, mon lutin. I'm not used to someone liking me so easily and so soon. My own feelings take longer I think before I can truly return the sentiment with the same feeling but I do enjoy your company. Is that enough for you?
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[Ooh that feels good though, the maddeningly slow pace, the calluses for a little extra friction; it's taking a lot for Satan to not buck up into Wriothesley's hand or bully him into stroking faster.
...Which means that it's just right for this, for keeping the fire stoked and keeping him chomping at the bit to fuck him senseless without pushing him too far. Though the admission of near mauling doesn't help with this mission of holding off for the refractory period; if anything, Satan just laughs raggedly, spreads his thighs even more and buries his face in Wriothesley's hair just to huff him in (and keep his mouth occupied lest he do the biting instead).]
Appreciate the apology, but that would've just made me cum, I think. And you don't have to freak out about feelings; I'm not trying to marry you, you got that already handled. You're just good. I like you, like your company, like when you pull cute faces because I called you pretty or a good boy. Like you touching my dick even more. This is plenty for me, alright? [he's
he's going to bite his hair again isn't he
yeah he is. glom. fucking weirdo]
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[Those icy eyes seem to light up a bit with mischief of their own when Satan spreads his legs more at his touch. He'd be the first to admit that he does enjoy a nice cock in his mouth from time to time but he could be picky with it too. The more he touched that smooth and hairless dick the more he really wanted to taste it and feel its weight against his tongue. He was almost drooling with each stroke.]
There you go again spouting sweet words at me. You're a charmer aren't you? Well let me return the favor, oui? I want you to fuck me but I want you to prep me first. Will you do that while I indulge in your cock mon lutin? Please?
[He gives Satan's cock an extra tight squeeze as his hand travels the length of him. A low hum of approval like a sort of growlleaves him when Satan buries his face in Wriothesley's hair and bites at it, even if it is a strange feeling. He's still being affectionate and Wriothesley isnt going to push him away. ]
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