[ Teeth pinch into the hard edge of a jaw, marking J with the quickly coagulating proof of their encounter and toothy indentations that fade before Charlie can plan his next move. While there's no trace of his teeth left behind, Charlie is rewarded with a sound of amusement that's more like a hard breath than it is a bark of laughter. The small shows of petulance Charlie bestows in nips and clacks of teeth that narrowly miss skin are hardly the irritation they'd be for someone whose proclivities don't align with them as seamlessly as J's do. They're both fortunate that he welcomes the violent urges that bubble to the surface and dares to inflict themselves upon whatever portion of the demon the vampire's whims settle on in the moment.
J pushes in to plunder the heat of Charlie's mouth, the taste of copper heavy on his tongue. In the next moment, the feel of exploratory fingers slipping between his cheek and teeth momentarily divides J's focus, but not to the point of him pulling away or causing his interest to wane. J isn't one to mind the sudden intrusion or lack of negotiation in the least.
Boundaries are strange ideas for demons. Their bodies aren't fragile, nor are they considered to be anything sacred or precious, a far cry from the way mortals perceive their own physical beings. For demons, bodies are merely concepts, shifting and changing with the perceptions they hold of themselves and as a result of how others among their kind perceive them. They suffer no permanent injury, no matter the most grevious wounds, and acts such as incineration or being consumed in full are healed in a matter of days.
So there's hardly much of a point in worrying about the value of personal space. Every inch of skin and any orifice is there for the taking, to be bartered or sold, and made use of no differently than any other tool.
The invasion is met with J's mouth splitting wide to an unnatural degree, delighted by every step Charlie takes to exercise control. Excitement builds with the flick over the head of his length, the arm keeping J locked within the cage of Charlie's hold, and now fingers probing into the tight space. The reward for this is the way J's hand, previously cradling a head full of midnight hair, slides down to cup the back of a neck he grips. All the while his thumb strokes over the shell of Charlie's ear, downright affectionate, as J often gets when he's met someone who can keep him on his toes. ]
Having fun? [ Punctuated with a roll of his wrist, the tight clutch of his hand twists fluidly as it glides from hilt to head. With Charlie's erection freed from the confines of his swim briefs, there's nothing to hinder J's touch from growing more enthusiastic. As the pace of his strokes quickens, the wet skin-on-skin sound of J's hand pumping over his hot cock becomes downright obscene. What can he say, he feeds off his partner's energy and Charlie is giving it in spades. ]
( cw: mentions of cannibalism and incineration. )
J pushes in to plunder the heat of Charlie's mouth, the taste of copper heavy on his tongue. In the next moment, the feel of exploratory fingers slipping between his cheek and teeth momentarily divides J's focus, but not to the point of him pulling away or causing his interest to wane. J isn't one to mind the sudden intrusion or lack of negotiation in the least.
Boundaries are strange ideas for demons. Their bodies aren't fragile, nor are they considered to be anything sacred or precious, a far cry from the way mortals perceive their own physical beings. For demons, bodies are merely concepts, shifting and changing with the perceptions they hold of themselves and as a result of how others among their kind perceive them. They suffer no permanent injury, no matter the most grevious wounds, and acts such as incineration or being consumed in full are healed in a matter of days.
So there's hardly much of a point in worrying about the value of personal space. Every inch of skin and any orifice is there for the taking, to be bartered or sold, and made use of no differently than any other tool.
The invasion is met with J's mouth splitting wide to an unnatural degree, delighted by every step Charlie takes to exercise control. Excitement builds with the flick over the head of his length, the arm keeping J locked within the cage of Charlie's hold, and now fingers probing into the tight space. The reward for this is the way J's hand, previously cradling a head full of midnight hair, slides down to cup the back of a neck he grips. All the while his thumb strokes over the shell of Charlie's ear, downright affectionate, as J often gets when he's met someone who can keep him on his toes. ]
Having fun? [ Punctuated with a roll of his wrist, the tight clutch of his hand twists fluidly as it glides from hilt to head. With Charlie's erection freed from the confines of his swim briefs, there's nothing to hinder J's touch from growing more enthusiastic. As the pace of his strokes quickens, the wet skin-on-skin sound of J's hand pumping over his hot cock becomes downright obscene. What can he say, he feeds off his partner's energy and Charlie is giving it in spades. ]