[ Lloyd makes a frustrated noise when he pulls away but doesn't have to wait long. He closes his eyes, fingers digging in just a bit more. Warmth starts at their joined lips and seems to radiate out, though he can't tell if he's imagining it or not. Of course he isn't, he feels better almost instantly.
When he pulls away, he doesn't go far, bumping his nose against Flagg's cheek. Being so near is always so intoxicating, a high all its own, and even if it meant a small piece of himself... he can't really say that he minds. Lloyd's always more of a 'live in the moment' type of guy. ]
Ain't been better. [ To emphasize his point, he brushes his lips against Flagg's again before nipping at his lower lip. ]
[ He kisses back, rougher this time as he shoves his tongue inside Lloyd's mouth. He still tastes a little bit of blood, and of something like hickory smoke, and other things that are hard to place.
His fingertips dig into Lloyd's back and it occurs to him now that he might want to fuck him fully, to fill him up and shake him to the core. It was bound to happen eventually, and he wondered if Lloyd would hesitate. ] Do you think you can - [ He speaks in between kisses. ] - take me?
[ Whether or not this was Lloyd's first time being fucked by another man, Flagg didn't imagine he'd been with one who was quite so big. ]
Do you want to take me? [ Baby, can you dig your man? ]
[ His tongue slides against Flagg's and he moans wantonly, the taste of copper, smoke, and something unknown sitting heavily in his mouth. Lloyd's fingers settle into the short blond hair at the back of his head in a firm grip, the other hand clutching onto his shoulder for some semblance of balance.
He does give pause, but it's mostly because his thoughts stutter to a halt. Flagg is a lot. Like a lot just on presence alone. Hell, even sucking his dick makes Lloyd's jaw hurt. It's an intimidating dick. The thing is, though, there's also the shiver of anticipation thinking about it. Fuck, he doesn't know if he can, but he's not a fucking quitter, either. Besides, when it comes to Flagg, he doesn't want there to be anyone better to worship him. ]
Only one way to find out. [ He gives a brief and sharp tug on his hair. ] I want what you give me.
[ Some would say it's pathetic, really, that a being like Flagg craves the adoration of this one small human. But they better not say it to his face, because he'd take their head clean off their shoulders with one swipe.
And then he'd come right back here to soak up more adoration because he's somehow an incomprehensible force of nature and a simple egomaniac at the same time. All and nothing, Alpha and Omega. He snickers at that moment of blasphemy he shared only with himself, gripping the base of his cock in one hand as it started to hard as if on command. He'd make Lloyd stroke it a little, just so his size and girth was at the forefront of his mind, but he didn't need foreplay. When he wanted to fuck he could just fuck. ]
Why don't you put some of this on me? [ His other arm flops over the side of the tub and comes back up with a bottle of waterproof lube. ] As much as you think you need. Better to overshoot than undershoot here.
[ What he lacks in strength, Lloyd makes up for with his devotion. While it was never stated as a requirement that he worships the ground Flagg walks on, it's hard for him not to. How could he not with everything he'd been given on a platter? It's not without its work, he's an extra set of eyes and ears, he makes sure shit gets done and runs smoothly so Flagg doesn't have to. Someone less foolhardy wouldn't put so much faith in a man who needs to be worshipped.
For him, it's not a chore, it's a perk. If he's being honest with himself, the extra attention goes to his head and makes him feel a little drunk. See? Nobody worships you as much as I do. Anything they can do, I can do better.
He takes the bottle of lube from Flagg and flips the cap. Lloyd pours some into his hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to test the consistency before wrapping his hand around Flagg's cock. Working the shaft, he makes sure the lube is spread before adding more. It's hard not to think about how endowed he is when that crimson head is staring Lloyd in the face. It feels like his heart skips a beat or two when he gets caught up thinking about it. He's a little unnerved by it, even if it's not his first dick. Not many can boast what Flagg can.
The second pass with lube is more thorough, and he uses his thumb to spread a generous amount over the head of his cock. He takes his eyes off his work so he can glance quickly up at Flagg's face, hoping to see him enjoying himself. ]
[ He hums, leaning back as he closes his eyes, a cheeky little smile on his face. There are days when Flagg would deny that he'd ever been human, but if there was one thing that was human about him it was the sheer gratification he got from this. Even outside of the worship and attention, he just wanted to fuck. A lot.
In a way he was at his most human like this, but it sure as fuck didn't feel that way when he was inside of you. ]
Oh, Lloyd, my dear. [ He says with his eyes still half-closed, cupping Lloyd's cheeks with his too-soft hands. ] You're so good to me. I could eat you right up.
[ He means it affectionately. Really. Though given Bobby Terry's fate that might not be a comfort, combined with the flecks of blood that still dot his teeth. It's alright, little rabbit, this wolf has other prey. ]
[ Lloyd has never been particularly moved by the great masterpieces of the world- just a bunch of old men with too much time on their hands who had the luxury to just be "artists" making sunshine vomit out their asses. This, though? Seeing the Dark Man enraptured feels like the sweetest blessing he could ever be given. Much like staring into the sun for too long, he wonders if he could go blind staring at a sight so incomprehensibly terrifying and beautiful all at once.
He would feel more insignificant in the face of someone like Flagg if he weren't confident that he was at least finding amusement in Lloyd. He's seen what happens when someone falls out of favor. He would never intentionally do it, but.. all it takes is seeing someone being eaten alive to instill a healthy fear of disobedience. Then again, there are greater things to fear about Flagg. At least he's miles away from having to worry about it. Lloyd lets his eyes flutter shut and leans into those soft, strong hands. He offers a contented hum before breaking out into a smile and giggles. ]
Won't be too useful with bits missin', you know.
[ Even though he knows he's safe at the moment, he can't help the way his heart rate speeds up at the implication, hammering almost painfully against his ribcage. Hard not to be intimidated in the face of a predator. ]
[ He keeps Lloyd's face cupped in his hands and leans in to kiss him on the forehead. ]You'd be skin and bones without me. I'm sure you can spare a bite or two.
[ With that he lets go of Lloyd's face and kisses him on the neck, with just a little bit of a bite. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for Lloyd to question whether or not his teeth are a little too sharp to be normal.
He takes some of the leftover lube and squirts it on his index and middle finger, reaching around back to tease at Lloyd's entrance. Flagg's not much of a considerate man, but he better get Lloyd a little prepared first. Relaxed. If only so he doesn't faint from shock at having Flagg so deep inside of him. ]
How's that? [ He slides one finger in, hot and yet dark in a way that sends chills up the spine. ]
Wouldn't be much more than a corpse without you. [ If Flagg hadn't shown up outside of his cell, he'd have been dead in a day or two. Just a nobody rotting away, forgotten in a jail nobody would have disturbed.
The teeth on his neck cause a wave of goosebumps and he shivers, unsure if he's imagining that they feel more like they belong to a monster than a man. Even though he's mentally prepared for the sensation, he still clenches up when Flagg's fingers first touch him. The moment passes and he bears down as he pushes a finger inside. It feels weird, unnaturally warm and erring on the side of wrong. Nothing like shame because he doesn't have much of that to speak of, but not like it's supposed to, he figures.
Lloyd wiggles, repositioning himself so he's almost draped against Flagg as he gets used to the intrusion. ]
Your hands are warm. [ Everything about him is warm, except the slant of his smile. ]
That's 'cause no one sees you like I do. [ He bumps his forehead against Lloyd's. See, Lloyd? You're still special, because he thinks you're special and worth saving and keeping around so if the rest of the world thinks you're garbage then damn the rest of the world straight to hell.
The slides a second finger in and his whole presence seems to curl around Lloyd like a warm blanket. ]
I'm warm all over, baby. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? [ He laughs. But his fingers are nothing compared to his cock, its angry head pressed against Lloyd's navel to remind him of that fact. ]
I know. [ If it were anyone else, Lloyd might not be inclined to believe them, but he hangs onto every word as if they're only meant for him. Pretty words that make him feel so goddamn special, like nothing can touch him save for Flagg. So long as he remains coveted like this, he's untouchable.
His breath hitches when that second finger is pushed in and it takes a little longer to adjust to the stretch. He knows he's still got a long way to go, the solid weight of Flagg's cock against his stomach acting as a constant reminder. Lloyd lets out a shaky laugh, rocking back onto the fingers in his ass. ]
[ Who needs to grovel to the forces of good for protection from the darkness when you can simply be the darkness's favorite? He presses in a little further when Lloyd rocks back, almost down to his last knuckle. That's about as prepared as Lloyd'll ever get. ]
When I pull out, you turn over and rest your arms on the edge of the tub, alright?
[ And he pulls his fingers out, stroking his own lubed up cock a little more to bunch some lube up at the head and make sure it's nice and slick. ]
[ That bible verse about not fearing any evil walking through the valley of death's got nothing on Flagg. Don't need to fear much of anything walking with the Dark Man. Maybe his power, but that's out of healthy respect for his own self-preservation. ]
However you want me, I'm yours.
[ He nods in understanding, heart aflutter with nervous anticipation. He's glad to do it, even wants it, but that does not mean he's still not a big man. He's a lot to take and Flagg does like to test his limits every once in a while. Lloyd can't say that he minds all too much. When his fingers disappear, he does as he's told, maneuvering as Flagg wants. He clenches up at the loss, knowing he'll have more to deal with than he knows what to do with, but still missing the sensation.
In the future, he'll have to see if Flagg would spend just a bit longer doing that if only so Lloyd could kiss him some more. ]
Yes, you are. [ He's not sure Lloyd fully understands what 'I'm yours' means. Most people wouldn't, and Lloyd's not among Earth's brightest thinkers. Maybe a hundred years from now he'll understand what belonging to Flagg really means.
Until then, he doesn't have to understand, he just needs to do as he's told. Flagg grabs his hips and slides in slowly, just the tip of his cock for now as he looms over Lloyd like an incubus in the night. ]
[ There's no way he could possibly understand just how entrapped he was. He likely wouldn't care until it was too late to go back. Until that time comes, he doesn't need to think about it. It's hard to think about much else when Flagg takes up every bit of brainpower.
He grips the edge of the tub and he tries not to tense up as Flagg pushes inside. The fingers had helped ease the way, but it was nothing in comparison. The noise that leaves his mouth is somewhere between a grunt and a hiss and he adjusts his stance, hoping it helps ease the way. ]
[ Flagg barks out a cruel laugh at that. He can't help but wonder if Lloyd might have a size kink once all this is said and done. Sure, he may complain a little, but he'll crawl back eventually feeling empty and hollow in a way no other man can fill.
He slides in a little further, slowly letting Lloyd adjust himself. He doesn't want to seriously hurt the boy, just give him the best pounding he's ever had. ]
I'm about halfway in now. You think you can take all of me?
[ The only acceptable answers to that question are 'yes' or 'I'll try'. Flagg didn't choose a quitter as his right-hand man. ]
[ It will be hard not to come away from this without a size kink. He lets his head thump against the edge of the bathtub as Flagg slides in a bit more. He already feels impossibly full and hot all over. Lloyd takes a few steadying breaths, which turns into a low moan.
Only halfway? Fuck-- ]
Y-yeah..
[ He may not be able to walk properly afterward, but let it be known that Lloyd Henreid ain't no quitter. ]
[ He groans with pleasure as he pushes the rest of the way in, deep and low. Having someone so tight around him feels so good, and he thinks he'll go at this for a while even if it means he'll have to carry Lloyd around for a bit. ]
Good boy.
[ He presses his fingertips into Lloyd's hips, draws back a little and then thrusts in again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. ] That feel nice? [ He wants Lloyd to enjoy this, if only to see him come crawling back for more later. ]
[ His knuckles are white with the force he's gripping the bathtub and he can feel the muscles in his thighs trembling. The groan that comes out is breathless at the end like all the air's been punched out of him. Sucking Flagg's dick is completely different than this all-encompassing intensity, nothing compares to feeling him inside and out.
It makes him a little dizzy.
The feeling intensifies when Flagg starts to move, and Lloyd is acutely aware of every movement. He thinks vaguely that he shouldn't be able to feel everything the way he does, but all thought processes grind to a halt as Flagg's dick thrusts back in and it's like an explosion of pleasure that makes him feel weak in the knees. He's a little embarrassed by the keening moan that comes out instead of words, and he shoves his face into the crook of his elbow.
His own dick is hard as hell, whether from the praise alone or not he can't be sure, precum leaking from the tip. ]
Fuck yeah.. Want more. [ He really shouldn't, but he's a little too far gone for logical reasoning. ]
More? Greedy little thing, aren't you? [ He reaches down to curl his fingers around Lloyd's cock. Like before, he has to give a little telepathic interference to make sure Lloyd doesn't just blow his load right away. That's no fun. ] But hey, you're in Vegas, might as well indulge.
[ And Flagg is happy to indulge him, thrusting in and out again and again, slowly increasing his pace and intensity as he goes. He strokes Lloyd's cock with the same rhythm.
Although he's always got a bit of a wild side, when the sex really gets going he's almost feral, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he thrusts away. If only Lloyd could see the hungry look in his eyes right now, he might be a bit frightened, as if Flagg's affinity for him might not be enough to keep from tearing him apart when he's in such a vicious mood.
Luckily for Lloyd, it is enough. Just barely. But Flagg wonders if he knows he's walked right into the monster's mouth. ]
[ He'll agree that he's greedy, soaking up all the attention he can grab from Flagg whenever he can. Like a parched man drinking his fill of water, not knowing when the next sip would come. Lloyd groans as those too-warm fingers wrap around his cock, thrusting forward as Flagg pushes into him, matching the rhythm he's set. There's not much else he can do besides hold on and pray to whatever will respond, though the litany that flows through his head is just Flagg's name like it's the only thing that will save him.
He's right on the edge of needing to come, has been there for a bit, but he can't seem to tip over the edge. One shaking hand reaches down to grasp at Flagg's wrist like a lifeline, the other holding onto the tub to keep himself from smashing his face against the porcelain. Each thrust punches out a cry, and he's so hard he's fucking dizzy. That dangerous growl reverberates up his spine and he'd come if he were allowed. Lloyd groans in frustration, the telltale prickle at the corner of his eyes only adding to the feeling. After he reaches that crest another time with no release, he resorts to begging breathlessly. ]
Pleaseplease--ungh--pl-please!
[ He doesn't know whether he's begging for mercy or death at this point, but he's entirely in Flagg's snare either way. ]
[ His laughter echoes throughout the room, bouncing off the walls. Dammit, this boy knows how to beg and Flagg loves every second of it. He strokes the back of Lloyd's head, grabbing a fistful of hair as he continues to thrust. ]
How 'bout this: you come when I do. And I'm pretty damn close. That's fair, isn't it?
[ Is there a catch? Of course there is. It wouldn't be a Flagg bargain if there wasn't a catch, baby. ]
[ If there are any more ways for him to come unraveled, the grip on his hair absolutely does it. He moans, lewd and breathy, desperate for release. He'd agree to just about anything at this point. Then again, he's not really in a position to bargain, is he? ]
Yeah, yeah 's fair. Please, fuck I'll do whatever you want!
[ Never a good idea to let the devil do as he pleases, but it's been too late for that for a while. Too much has already been chipped away and replaced with that inky darkness. Not that Lloyd noticed. ]
[ With one hand still is Lloyd's hair, the other curled around his cock, he gives one last triumphant thrust, groaning loudly before he comes and spills his hot seed inside of Lloyd. As promised, Lloyd can come, too.
There's a sense of relief, for a moment. Flagg leans down, his chest pressed against Lloyd's back as he lets out a few unsteady breaths. There's only one thing wrong: he's still rock hard, and so is Lloyd. ]
You ready for round two? [ He starts to work up a rhythm again, thrusting in and out. Round two of how many? However many he felt like, and whenever he came, so would Lloyd. ]
[ Lloyd comes with an intensity he hasn't felt in a while, even the mindblowing orgasm he'd had earlier kind of pales in comparison. There's something about a dick up the ass that makes it hard to think. Really, hard to do anything but hold onto the edge of the tub in a vice-like grip while he paints the side of the tub with his release, muscles clenching around Flagg as he tries to ride the high down. He lets his head hit the side of the tub, catching his breath and closing his eyes.
Only.. He doesn't feel as spent as he should. His muscles are tired, but apparently, his dick didn't get the memo. Lloyd whines with fatigue but after Flagg thrusts a few times, he starts to meet him half way, pushing himself back onto Flagg's dick. Lloyd idly wonders if his dick or his heart will give out first. ]
Dunno how you are. [ He's..not really complaining about it, either. How could he? Flagg's hot and strong as fuck. ]
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When he pulls away, he doesn't go far, bumping his nose against Flagg's cheek. Being so near is always so intoxicating, a high all its own, and even if it meant a small piece of himself... he can't really say that he minds. Lloyd's always more of a 'live in the moment' type of guy. ]
Ain't been better. [ To emphasize his point, he brushes his lips against Flagg's again before nipping at his lower lip. ]
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His fingertips dig into Lloyd's back and it occurs to him now that he might want to fuck him fully, to fill him up and shake him to the core. It was bound to happen eventually, and he wondered if Lloyd would hesitate. ] Do you think you can - [ He speaks in between kisses. ] - take me?
[ Whether or not this was Lloyd's first time being fucked by another man, Flagg didn't imagine he'd been with one who was quite so big. ]
Do you want to take me? [ Baby, can you dig your man? ]
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He does give pause, but it's mostly because his thoughts stutter to a halt. Flagg is a lot. Like a lot just on presence alone. Hell, even sucking his dick makes Lloyd's jaw hurt. It's an intimidating dick. The thing is, though, there's also the shiver of anticipation thinking about it. Fuck, he doesn't know if he can, but he's not a fucking quitter, either. Besides, when it comes to Flagg, he doesn't want there to be anyone better to worship him. ]
Only one way to find out. [ He gives a brief and sharp tug on his hair. ] I want what you give me.
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And then he'd come right back here to soak up more adoration because he's somehow an incomprehensible force of nature and a simple egomaniac at the same time. All and nothing, Alpha and Omega. He snickers at that moment of blasphemy he shared only with himself, gripping the base of his cock in one hand as it started to hard as if on command. He'd make Lloyd stroke it a little, just so his size and girth was at the forefront of his mind, but he didn't need foreplay. When he wanted to fuck he could just fuck. ]
Why don't you put some of this on me? [ His other arm flops over the side of the tub and comes back up with a bottle of waterproof lube. ] As much as you think you need. Better to overshoot than undershoot here.
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[ What he lacks in strength, Lloyd makes up for with his devotion. While it was never stated as a requirement that he worships the ground Flagg walks on, it's hard for him not to. How could he not with everything he'd been given on a platter? It's not without its work, he's an extra set of eyes and ears, he makes sure shit gets done and runs smoothly so Flagg doesn't have to. Someone less foolhardy wouldn't put so much faith in a man who needs to be worshipped.
For him, it's not a chore, it's a perk. If he's being honest with himself, the extra attention goes to his head and makes him feel a little drunk. See? Nobody worships you as much as I do. Anything they can do, I can do better.
He takes the bottle of lube from Flagg and flips the cap. Lloyd pours some into his hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to test the consistency before wrapping his hand around Flagg's cock. Working the shaft, he makes sure the lube is spread before adding more. It's hard not to think about how endowed he is when that crimson head is staring Lloyd in the face. It feels like his heart skips a beat or two when he gets caught up thinking about it. He's a little unnerved by it, even if it's not his first dick. Not many can boast what Flagg can.
The second pass with lube is more thorough, and he uses his thumb to spread a generous amount over the head of his cock. He takes his eyes off his work so he can glance quickly up at Flagg's face, hoping to see him enjoying himself. ]
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In a way he was at his most human like this, but it sure as fuck didn't feel that way when he was inside of you. ]
Oh, Lloyd, my dear. [ He says with his eyes still half-closed, cupping Lloyd's cheeks with his too-soft hands. ] You're so good to me. I could eat you right up.
[ He means it affectionately. Really. Though given Bobby Terry's fate that might not be a comfort, combined with the flecks of blood that still dot his teeth. It's alright, little rabbit, this wolf has other prey. ]
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He would feel more insignificant in the face of someone like Flagg if he weren't confident that he was at least finding amusement in Lloyd. He's seen what happens when someone falls out of favor. He would never intentionally do it, but.. all it takes is seeing someone being eaten alive to instill a healthy fear of disobedience. Then again, there are greater things to fear about Flagg. At least he's miles away from having to worry about it. Lloyd lets his eyes flutter shut and leans into those soft, strong hands. He offers a contented hum before breaking out into a smile and giggles. ]
Won't be too useful with bits missin', you know.
[ Even though he knows he's safe at the moment, he can't help the way his heart rate speeds up at the implication, hammering almost painfully against his ribcage. Hard not to be intimidated in the face of a predator. ]
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[ With that he lets go of Lloyd's face and kisses him on the neck, with just a little bit of a bite. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for Lloyd to question whether or not his teeth are a little too sharp to be normal.
He takes some of the leftover lube and squirts it on his index and middle finger, reaching around back to tease at Lloyd's entrance. Flagg's not much of a considerate man, but he better get Lloyd a little prepared first. Relaxed. If only so he doesn't faint from shock at having Flagg so deep inside of him. ]
How's that? [ He slides one finger in, hot and yet dark in a way that sends chills up the spine. ]
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The teeth on his neck cause a wave of goosebumps and he shivers, unsure if he's imagining that they feel more like they belong to a monster than a man. Even though he's mentally prepared for the sensation, he still clenches up when Flagg's fingers first touch him. The moment passes and he bears down as he pushes a finger inside. It feels weird, unnaturally warm and erring on the side of wrong. Nothing like shame because he doesn't have much of that to speak of, but not like it's supposed to, he figures.
Lloyd wiggles, repositioning himself so he's almost draped against Flagg as he gets used to the intrusion. ]
Your hands are warm. [ Everything about him is warm, except the slant of his smile. ]
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The slides a second finger in and his whole presence seems to curl around Lloyd like a warm blanket. ]
I'm warm all over, baby. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? [ He laughs. But his fingers are nothing compared to his cock, its angry head pressed against Lloyd's navel to remind him of that fact. ]
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His breath hitches when that second finger is pushed in and it takes a little longer to adjust to the stretch. He knows he's still got a long way to go, the solid weight of Flagg's cock against his stomach acting as a constant reminder. Lloyd lets out a shaky laugh, rocking back onto the fingers in his ass. ]
Like a furnace.
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When I pull out, you turn over and rest your arms on the edge of the tub, alright?
[ And he pulls his fingers out, stroking his own lubed up cock a little more to bunch some lube up at the head and make sure it's nice and slick. ]
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However you want me, I'm yours.
[ He nods in understanding, heart aflutter with nervous anticipation. He's glad to do it, even wants it, but that does not mean he's still not a big man. He's a lot to take and Flagg does like to test his limits every once in a while. Lloyd can't say that he minds all too much. When his fingers disappear, he does as he's told, maneuvering as Flagg wants. He clenches up at the loss, knowing he'll have more to deal with than he knows what to do with, but still missing the sensation.
In the future, he'll have to see if Flagg would spend just a bit longer doing that if only so Lloyd could kiss him some more. ]
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Until then, he doesn't have to understand, he just needs to do as he's told. Flagg grabs his hips and slides in slowly, just the tip of his cock for now as he looms over Lloyd like an incubus in the night. ]
How's that feel?
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He grips the edge of the tub and he tries not to tense up as Flagg pushes inside. The fingers had helped ease the way, but it was nothing in comparison. The noise that leaves his mouth is somewhere between a grunt and a hiss and he adjusts his stance, hoping it helps ease the way. ]
Ughn-- Bigger than I expected, but don't stop..
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He slides in a little further, slowly letting Lloyd adjust himself. He doesn't want to seriously hurt the boy, just give him the best pounding he's ever had. ]
I'm about halfway in now. You think you can take all of me?
[ The only acceptable answers to that question are 'yes' or 'I'll try'. Flagg didn't choose a quitter as his right-hand man. ]
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Only halfway? Fuck-- ]
Y-yeah..
[ He may not be able to walk properly afterward, but let it be known that Lloyd Henreid ain't no quitter. ]
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Good boy.
[ He presses his fingertips into Lloyd's hips, draws back a little and then thrusts in again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. ] That feel nice? [ He wants Lloyd to enjoy this, if only to see him come crawling back for more later. ]
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It makes him a little dizzy.
The feeling intensifies when Flagg starts to move, and Lloyd is acutely aware of every movement. He thinks vaguely that he shouldn't be able to feel everything the way he does, but all thought processes grind to a halt as Flagg's dick thrusts back in and it's like an explosion of pleasure that makes him feel weak in the knees. He's a little embarrassed by the keening moan that comes out instead of words, and he shoves his face into the crook of his elbow.
His own dick is hard as hell, whether from the praise alone or not he can't be sure, precum leaking from the tip. ]
Fuck yeah.. Want more. [ He really shouldn't, but he's a little too far gone for logical reasoning. ]
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[ And Flagg is happy to indulge him, thrusting in and out again and again, slowly increasing his pace and intensity as he goes. He strokes Lloyd's cock with the same rhythm.
Although he's always got a bit of a wild side, when the sex really gets going he's almost feral, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he thrusts away. If only Lloyd could see the hungry look in his eyes right now, he might be a bit frightened, as if Flagg's affinity for him might not be enough to keep from tearing him apart when he's in such a vicious mood.
Luckily for Lloyd, it is enough. Just barely. But Flagg wonders if he knows he's walked right into the monster's mouth. ]
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He's right on the edge of needing to come, has been there for a bit, but he can't seem to tip over the edge. One shaking hand reaches down to grasp at Flagg's wrist like a lifeline, the other holding onto the tub to keep himself from smashing his face against the porcelain. Each thrust punches out a cry, and he's so hard he's fucking dizzy. That dangerous growl reverberates up his spine and he'd come if he were allowed. Lloyd groans in frustration, the telltale prickle at the corner of his eyes only adding to the feeling. After he reaches that crest another time with no release, he resorts to begging breathlessly. ]
Pleaseplease--ungh--pl-please!
[ He doesn't know whether he's begging for mercy or death at this point, but he's entirely in Flagg's snare either way. ]
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How 'bout this: you come when I do. And I'm pretty damn close. That's fair, isn't it?
[ Is there a catch? Of course there is. It wouldn't be a Flagg bargain if there wasn't a catch, baby. ]
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Yeah, yeah 's fair. Please, fuck I'll do whatever you want!
[ Never a good idea to let the devil do as he pleases, but it's been too late for that for a while. Too much has already been chipped away and replaced with that inky darkness. Not that Lloyd noticed. ]
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There's a sense of relief, for a moment. Flagg leans down, his chest pressed against Lloyd's back as he lets out a few unsteady breaths. There's only one thing wrong: he's still rock hard, and so is Lloyd. ]
You ready for round two? [ He starts to work up a rhythm again, thrusting in and out. Round two of how many? However many he felt like, and whenever he came, so would Lloyd. ]
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Only.. He doesn't feel as spent as he should. His muscles are tired, but apparently, his dick didn't get the memo. Lloyd whines with fatigue but after Flagg thrusts a few times, he starts to meet him half way, pushing himself back onto Flagg's dick. Lloyd idly wonders if his dick or his heart will give out first. ]
Dunno how you are. [ He's..not really complaining about it, either. How could he? Flagg's hot and strong as fuck. ]
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