[ Flagg growls when Lloyd moans, low and inhuman. He absolutely sees something he likes, and having Lloyd underneath him like this - all dazed and relaxed and vulnerable - is filling him with that monstrous hunger he's never been good at holding back.
He strokes his cheek, eyes dark and unblinking as he grins. A single string of blood drips from his lips onto Lloyd's exposed collarbone. ] I could tear you apart.
[ He leans down and takes Lloyd's short between his teeth, ripping it off with discomforting ease. A man's teeth couldn't shred like that, but Flagg was no man.
All the better to eat you with, my dead, he thinks, and laughs under his breath at his own unsaid joke.
But he's had his fill of blood and flesh for the night. The sustenance he craves is of a different sort, the kind that Lloyd is just so good at providing. Even the Big Bad Wolf needs some lovin' every now and then. Monsters ain't free of carnal desire, ya dig? ]
But I'll be gentle, don't worry your pretty little head. [ As gentle as he was capable of being, which wasn't too much. ] How much do you want me, Lloyd Henreid?
[ That growl sends a shiver up his spine, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. A smarter and possibly soberer man would recognize the danger for what it is- it's not that he doesn't know what kind of man Flagg is. He's witnessed firsthand what he's capable of, knows he's shaken the devil's hand. Among other things.. ]
Please. [ It wouldn't take much of anything to tear him to ribbons. Lloyd whines in protest as his shirt is ripped, though he knows it's replaceable, he liked that one. His hands slide reverently up Flagg's arms and over his shoulders. He would worship him however he asked if only to keep the intensity of this man's attention.
He cranes his head upward so he can lick at the blood smeared on his face. ]
Want you so much, feels like I'm on fire. [ Sure, he's drunk off his ass and Flagg is a furnace, but there's always the burning need to prove he's worthy and show him how good he can be. ]
[ That's about the level of adoration he wants (expects) from Lloyd, and he can feel the adulation pool in his chest. One person's devotion wouldn't usually be able to empower him so much, but they are quite close, and Lloyd is very devoted.
He strokes his hair, like a little pet. ]
Aw, sweetheart, I'll show you fire. [ He unzips his jeans with one hand, pulling out his cock with the other as he adjusts his position so his knees are on either side of Lloyd's hips, and he lets his cock rest on his right hand man's now-bare navel. Crimson-tipped and sinister and hotter than the rest of him, even soft the sight of it - the feel of it - would make a normal man hesitate some.
But worship does funny things, makes you crave what you shouldn't. For every person who's repulsed by him there's another that's drawn in like a moth to a flame. Better to embrace what burns ya than subject yourself to the cold emptiness of its loss. ]
D'you really want me?
[ He thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock further up Lloyd's chest. Bless his simple heart, the boy needs a hint sometimes, so he takes him by the wrist and sets his hand over his shaft, right below the tip. ]
[ There isn't anything that Lloyd wouldn't do for Flagg. If it made him happy, he'd throw himself off the building. He knows that's not constructive to what he wants, jumping off a building only proves loyalty once, not continuously. He leans into the hand in his hair like a man starved, soaking up the attention.
He watches those hands with rapt, eager attention, as much as his current mental state can provide. Flagg's dick hits his stomach and the muscles jolt in response to the heated flesh. It's a thing to behold, definitely erring on the side of intimidating. Just another reminder of how this man isn't a man at all. That darkness that creeps at the edge of your vision and makes you check under the bed. Flagg is that and more. ]
Yes sir.
[ Flagg's touch is hot and he doesn't fight the pull at his wrist. His fingers close around his cock, stroking from base to tip. His technique is a little uncoordinated, but he thinks he starts to fall into a rhythm. ]
[ You don't have to check under your bed if the monster's right on top of you, showering you with affection. No one in their right might would describe Flagg's presence as a comfort but if you could look beyond him and what he was - no other monster in the universe would mess with you, not if you were his.
Maybe someday when he grew tired of Vegas and was overcome with that familiar wanderlust, that itch in his soul that got him to walk and walk and walk until he arrived at a destination just as unknown as this one was before the plague, he'd take Lloyd through his old haunts. Discordia. Thunderclap. Dixie Pig. Words that weren't relevant to his current state of being and thus only conjured up vague memories, half-formed and fleeting, like a dream. But it was enough for him to see himself, arm around Lloyd's shoulders as he shook like a human maraca, paraded through a veritable smorgasbord of mankind's worst fears.
Not one of 'em would lay a finger on Lloyd's pretty little head. They wouldn't even snap or snarl. They'd know who he belongs to, and eventually he'd learn that he could walk this most terrible of worlds (and by extension, all worlds) without fear.
As long as he stayed loyal. Flagg was cruel but let it be known that he was generous when he wanted to be.
Perhaps it was Lloyd's clumsy handjob (and he didn't mean that as a pejorative, no siree, he liked his lovin' a little rough around the edges) that sparked his generosity, perhaps it was his use of sir. Either way, he's in a good mood. ]
Attaboy. [ You take care of me an' I'll take care of you. His cock grows stiff in Lloyd's hand, a suitable scepter for a hellish king. The noise that escapes his lips is somewhere between a moan and a growl, and it echoes through the room. ] That's it. Keep goin'.
[ He presses his palms into the bed, back arched as he starts to buck his hips a little, gentle enough that he won't throw off Lloyd's rhythm. ]
[ When the day comes and he tires of the ruins of this world, Lloyd doesn't have any misconceptions that he may not measure up to what Flagg wants. He's human and disposable once he's done serving his purpose.. But if he wanted him? Even to follow like a faithful dog, Lloyd would do it without much thought to what's left of his own morality. Throw your lot in with the devil and all you're sure to get is burned.
He can't find it in him to mind very much at all.
Not when the devil talks so pretty and makes him feel so damn important. Not like he's the only one on his radar, but sitting on a high pedestal. A favorite, like one might consider a fond toy.
A reverent smile creeps onto his face at the praise, making the warmth in his chest expand. He could get drunk offa all the praise if he set his mind to it. His fingers wrap a little more firmly around the cock in his hand, working that same jerking rhythm except for his thumb, which he uses to rub at the dark and angry-looking head. ]
Like that?
[ A more aware man would consider it Pavlovian, the way his mouth starts to feel dry as a desert as his hand does all the work and those sweet words fill his head. ]
[ He lets out a long, slow breath like hot steam escaping from a valve, and then he senses something in Lloyd. Something like the day he was rescued, when he was so hungry he stuck out his tongue to lick the bars of his cell.
This was a different sort of hunger. Flagg grins, his teeth stained red. A few beads of precum leak from the tip of his cock. ] You want a taste?
[ He rears back up on his knees, so tall it's like he's peering down at Lloyd from atop a high wall. Now that he's not pinned down, he could sit up as he pleased and use his mouth instead of his hands. ]
[ He looks up at the dark man and has a brief moment of pause, staring up at the picture Flagg presented. Like something out of a Rennaissance painting, all bloody teeth and looming mass. His cock stands erect and looks insidious enough on its own, but he can't seem to help that his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
Lloyd nods his head, eager, and sits up to give proper worship. He sticks his tongue out, lapping at the tip of his cock, the taste salty and heated on his palate. The noise he makes is like a moan in the back of his throat, loud and unabashed. There was a time he may have been embarrassed, but they're both long past that. He's not ashamed of his worship no more than Flagg is ashamed of the devotion.
He licks a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip before taking it into his mouth. Minding his teeth, he hollows his cheeks and works on taking as much as he can before he starts choking. Breathing through his nose, he bobs his head, slowly at first. One hand rests on the back of Flagg's thigh to keep himself steady while the other grasps whatever doesn't fit in his mouth. ]
[ He closes his eyes, his expression almost serene. In moments like this, he's almost human. It's hard to focus on maintaining his magic when his head is swimming with pleasure; he's not immune to thinking with his dick any more than other men.
But he still is what he is, and with a mouth full of his cock he'd bet Lloyd was well aware of that. There's serving the dark man and then there's letting him inside of you in such an intimate way. A special sort of damnation - there's something different about your soul when a thing like Flagg has touched you so deeply, and every time after the first is just another chip away.
Thankfully, no one ever said the darkness had to be unpleasant. Most people think it is, but most people're still shackled to rules and morals that didn't serve them well in the world that was and would serve them even less in this one. If anything, he was just helping Lloyd remove a different set of shackles. ]
Mmm - [ He curls his fingers in Lloyd's hair. ] Do good by me and I'll blow your mind. You ain't never felt anything like what I can give ya.
[ And right on queue he offers a small taste: a psychic shockwave of pleasure, like being touched deeper than hands could touch, without limitations of nerve endings and flesh. Mind without body holding it back. ]
[ He knows deep down that his soul's not his anymore. He's been giving pieces of it away to the Dark Man since he was offered the key. It's a small price to pay for what he's been given. Wasn't getting any use out of it, anyway. Lloyd hums, heart swelling with the new set of praise, his pants starting to become uncomfortable as his own dick strains to be let out. Maybe his needs are simple in comparison, but Flagg always gives him more than he thinks he wants.
It's not so much a bad thing as it is intense. A bit scary at times, but he handles his own he thinks.
His tongue presses against the underside of Flagg's cock, tries to get just a bit more into his mouth and falters when the head touches the back of his throat. Those magic fingers tighten a fraction and he moans in response. What follows is something he's never experienced before and his eyes roll from the bone-deep pleasure that he's seized with. It's so overwhelming it feels like when he's just at the edge of orgasm though that's not the case. He wants to shy away or be completely enveloped by it and Lloyd can't decipher where one feeling starts and the other begins.
[ Flagg doesn't see what he's done to Lloyd as a punishment or even a cruelty, really. The folks up on their high horses in Boulder would certainly see it that way, but who gave them the right to judge when they would have left Lloyd to die?
Almost two-thousand years ago Flagg, full of rage and dying on the side of a dirt road, gave his soul to a creature of darkness in exchange for his life. And although the same couldn't be said for every man who gave themselves to the Crimson King, he blossomed under its influence like a great dark weed spreading its toxic vines throughout the universe. Lloyd had potential. Given the right circumstances, he could blossom, too. Maybe pick up a little magic of his own, in time. Better than living out his life in Boulder with his eyes downcast, atoning for crimes committed in a world that no longer exists. ]
Keep going. Just like that. [ God, but that boy's tongue was something special, so eager to worship. With a flourish of Flagg's hand any buttons and zippers on Lloyd's pants came undone, letting him get hard without too much discomfort as the telepathic pleasure continued to roll throughout his mind like waves on a beach, each one a little more intense than the last. ] Don't come yet. Not until I do.
[ He didn't have to say it out loud - Lloyd could jerk himself off for an hour and he wouldn't be able to come unless Flagg let him - but he liked to see him put a little bit of effort into holding back. ]
[ People can think what they want about Lloyd's situation, it doesn't change the fact that he chose this, and would continue to choose it so long as he still had the opportunity. Why would he give up the feeling of being someone special? So long as he's still wanted, of course he'll stay.
Lloyd breathes out a sigh of relief through his nose when the constraint on his erection releases itself, though that same brutalizing pleasure keeps ebbing and flowing. It makes his limbs feel lighter, almost as if they're no longer a part of his body. Encouraged that he's doing the right thing, he keeps the same sucking pressure on his cock, bobbing his head a little faster.
The hand he was using to grip Flagg by the thigh moves to his own leg, fingers digging in to distract himself from the urge to come. Not until he's told. The sharp biting of his nails does enough to take the edge off, but everything is always so intense with Flagg, anyway. He feels on top of the world and like he's coming apart at the seams and voices his turmoil with a whine of complaint. ]
[ Flagg could hold out for a while longer, but that whine pushes him over the edge enough that he decides it's time to just let it go. Making Lloyd whimper, he decides, is one of life's finer pleasures, and he moans deeply as his orgasm takes him.
His eyes flutter shut as he comes, and for the moment pleasure is all there is. ] Swallow it. All of it.
[ Their psychic connection fades a little as Flagg's dick softens, his mind in too much of a daze to really focus. But one he gets his bearings back he ramps it up, pleasure shooting through every inch of Lloyd's body like fire in his veins. More, and more, and more - and there's still plenty more to give once Lloyd's been a good boy and swallowed everything down. ]
[ He doesn't have any intention of spilling a drop but has to readjust so he doesn't choke as he hollows his cheeks and sucks. His eyes flutter open as he dutifully swallows every drop, looking up at Flagg through his eyelashes. He runs hot, so of course it would be the same as he comes. Lloyd idly wonders if this is what it feels like to swallow hot magma. Once he's swallowed, he takes Flagg's dick out of his mouth slowly, making sure he doesn't spill a drop.
He's so fucking hard he feels like he's going to vibrate right out of his skin and even a hand around his dick gives him any sort of relief. It's too much, edging on the precipice of being over-stimulated. So intense there are fucking tears in his eyes as he jerks himself off, frantically looking for some sort of relief. ]
[ Flagg's eyes are dark, except for two bright spots where his pupils should be, burning like distant stars. It's impossible to look away from, as off the whole of eternity is contained within those ancient eyes. He knows Lloyd is overwhelmed as is but that doesn't stop him from giving more and more and more.
A less experienced sorcerer could have driven him mad, but Flagg's careful to keep it from tipping over into something Lloyd's mind can't comprehend. He's been a good boy, and he's begging so nicely, so - ]
Come.
[ He bellows, his voice deep. Whatever hold he had on Lloyd is released and he can come as he pleases, the sensation extending beyond his cock and into the most intense full-body orgasm he's ever experienced.
His eyes fade back to normal. He's more than willing to be generous as long as Lloyd knows that no one else can give him pleasure like this. ]
[ There's no option but to look into those impossibly dark eyes that hold so much and not enough. Nothing exists beyond those eyes. His expression is slack-jawed, as he gets lost in the expanse of galaxies that Flagg's burning eyes seem to contain. Then that command comes as sweet as a song and deep as a chasm, leaving him no choice but to obey.
He comes harder than he can ever remember doing before, a strangled cry rasping out of his throat. His limbs tremble in the aftermath and it feels like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest. The tears gathered at the corner of his eyes fall in a fat streak down his cheeks. Once he's spent, he lets himself fall back against the pillows, a litany of gratitudes passing his lips between gasps of air. ]
You're welcome, my dear. [ He lays down next to Lloyd, wrapping his long arms around him as a satisfied smile spreads across his face.
Between the blood and Lloyd coming everywhere, the place was an absolute mess but Flagg didn't care and Lloyd would hopefully be too hungover in the morning to notice. ] No one else can please you like I do. You know that, right?
[ He nuzzles up against the back of Lloyd's neck. While he was in the throes of orgasm Flagg took the liberty to brand him: the letters RF scratched into the small of his back. The ultimate claim, even more than the stone, as if there was any doubt about who he belongs to. ]
[ His limbs feel like jello and feels like he's floating between the earth-shattering orgasm and the inebriation. That solid, overbearing weight is at his back again and Lloyd sinks into the warmth like a cat in a sunbeam.
Right now, it's too hard to think about anything other than how bone-deep his fatigue is and he offers a hum in affirmation. It's true, no one has ever made him feel like Flagg has. Kind of hard to beat an orgasm that rocks your entire soul. He's none the wiser about being marked for ownership, but even if he knew, it's one more bit of his soul that's been chipped away and coveted for Flagg. He's not using it anyway. ]
[ He holds Lloyd close. Although he doesn't really need to sleep he doesn't mind it every now and then, especially after a good fuck. He'll close his eyes and doze off for a bit until Lloyd wakes up. ]
[ It takes almost no time for him to sink into the blissful unawareness of sleep surrounded by Flagg's nearly too-warm arms. When he wakes up, it's with the worst hangover he's probably ever had. He groans in agony, shoving his face further into the pillow to try and escape consciousness. It feels like there's a room of gongs beating in his head and there's a knot of nausea sitting low in his gut. ]
Ugggh..fuck.
[ His words are muffled into the pillow, and he takes a few minutes to just breathe and hope the world isn't spinning when he cracks his eyes open. Thankfully, everything is in focus. Well, until he looks around and is really only left with confusion. There's dried blood and come on the sheets and he has no recollection of how it got there. He knows he's not hurt aside from his damn head, so he'll leave it for later. Instead, he'll just turn over and plant his face into the solid warmth behind him. ]
[ He smiles, poking his tongue out from between his teeth. That's only a half-truth, and doesn't explain the blood, but he'll leave it at that. ] Here. Let me run you a bath.
[ There's the sound of taps turning by themselves from the bathroom as hot water starts to run. He could cure this hangover, and he's choosing not to, but he can still pamper Lloyd a little. ]
[ He cracks an eye open and pouts up at Flagg. He feels like hell, but it's not as if he's going to deny being pampered. When the Dark Man's attention is zeroed in like this, it's hard not to feel like the center of the universe. ]
[ No, that isn't sincere. Time to rethink your drinking habits, Lloyd. Nonetheless, he sits up and scoops Lloyd up in his arms, the tattered remains of his shirt falling onto the bed behind him as Flagg walks him to the tub.
He takes one of Lloyd's shoes off, then the other, and his pants and underwear are practically around his knees already so those just slide right off. The tub is half-full and warm plumes of steam rise from the surface of the water as Flagg sets Lloyd down in it.
He takes a moment to peek at the brand on his back. Good, it came out well. Lloyd was free to discover that on his own someday. ] How's the temperature?
[ He has learned absolutely nothing from this experience and he will undoubtedly do it again. Lloyd snakes his arms around Flagg's broad shoulders and lets him do what he will. Once he's in the water, he lets out a heavy sigh, sinking further in. Not heaven, but about as damn close to it as he can get, he figures. ]
Damn near perfect, far as I can tell.
[ He tips his head back against the edge of the tub and grins up at Flagg. ]
[ He considers it for a moment. Does he want to take a bath with needy, hungover Lloyd? Yeah, alright, it's been a while since he had one. Dirt was clinging to him in a thin layer, something he'd been too preoccupied to care about.
He takes off his jacket (still bloody, the pin shifted to a demonic grin) and drops it on the ground, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. ] I take up a lot of space, though.
[ One button, then the other, then the other. His bare chest is flawless like a marble statue, no scars or blemishes at all. ]
You sure you want me to join you?
[ He smirks, discarding the shirt as he begins to undo his belt. He's playing coy, not being polite. ]
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[ Flagg growls when Lloyd moans, low and inhuman. He absolutely sees something he likes, and having Lloyd underneath him like this - all dazed and relaxed and vulnerable - is filling him with that monstrous hunger he's never been good at holding back.
He strokes his cheek, eyes dark and unblinking as he grins. A single string of blood drips from his lips onto Lloyd's exposed collarbone. ] I could tear you apart.
[ He leans down and takes Lloyd's short between his teeth, ripping it off with discomforting ease. A man's teeth couldn't shred like that, but Flagg was no man.
All the better to eat you with, my dead, he thinks, and laughs under his breath at his own unsaid joke.
But he's had his fill of blood and flesh for the night. The sustenance he craves is of a different sort, the kind that Lloyd is just so good at providing. Even the Big Bad Wolf needs some lovin' every now and then. Monsters ain't free of carnal desire, ya dig? ]
But I'll be gentle, don't worry your pretty little head. [ As gentle as he was capable of being, which wasn't too much. ] How much do you want me, Lloyd Henreid?
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Please. [ It wouldn't take much of anything to tear him to ribbons. Lloyd whines in protest as his shirt is ripped, though he knows it's replaceable, he liked that one. His hands slide reverently up Flagg's arms and over his shoulders. He would worship him however he asked if only to keep the intensity of this man's attention.
He cranes his head upward so he can lick at the blood smeared on his face. ]
Want you so much, feels like I'm on fire. [ Sure, he's drunk off his ass and Flagg is a furnace, but there's always the burning need to prove he's worthy and show him how good he can be. ]
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He strokes his hair, like a little pet. ]
Aw, sweetheart, I'll show you fire. [ He unzips his jeans with one hand, pulling out his cock with the other as he adjusts his position so his knees are on either side of Lloyd's hips, and he lets his cock rest on his right hand man's now-bare navel. Crimson-tipped and sinister and hotter than the rest of him, even soft the sight of it - the feel of it - would make a normal man hesitate some.
But worship does funny things, makes you crave what you shouldn't. For every person who's repulsed by him there's another that's drawn in like a moth to a flame. Better to embrace what burns ya than subject yourself to the cold emptiness of its loss. ]
D'you really want me?
[ He thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock further up Lloyd's chest. Bless his simple heart, the boy needs a hint sometimes, so he takes him by the wrist and sets his hand over his shaft, right below the tip. ]
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He watches those hands with rapt, eager attention, as much as his current mental state can provide. Flagg's dick hits his stomach and the muscles jolt in response to the heated flesh. It's a thing to behold, definitely erring on the side of intimidating. Just another reminder of how this man isn't a man at all. That darkness that creeps at the edge of your vision and makes you check under the bed. Flagg is that and more. ]
Yes sir.
[ Flagg's touch is hot and he doesn't fight the pull at his wrist. His fingers close around his cock, stroking from base to tip. His technique is a little uncoordinated, but he thinks he starts to fall into a rhythm. ]
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Maybe someday when he grew tired of Vegas and was overcome with that familiar wanderlust, that itch in his soul that got him to walk and walk and walk until he arrived at a destination just as unknown as this one was before the plague, he'd take Lloyd through his old haunts. Discordia. Thunderclap. Dixie Pig. Words that weren't relevant to his current state of being and thus only conjured up vague memories, half-formed and fleeting, like a dream. But it was enough for him to see himself, arm around Lloyd's shoulders as he shook like a human maraca, paraded through a veritable smorgasbord of mankind's worst fears.
Not one of 'em would lay a finger on Lloyd's pretty little head. They wouldn't even snap or snarl. They'd know who he belongs to, and eventually he'd learn that he could walk this most terrible of worlds (and by extension, all worlds) without fear.
As long as he stayed loyal. Flagg was cruel but let it be known that he was generous when he wanted to be.
Perhaps it was Lloyd's clumsy handjob (and he didn't mean that as a pejorative, no siree, he liked his lovin' a little rough around the edges) that sparked his generosity, perhaps it was his use of sir. Either way, he's in a good mood. ]
Attaboy. [ You take care of me an' I'll take care of you. His cock grows stiff in Lloyd's hand, a suitable scepter for a hellish king. The noise that escapes his lips is somewhere between a moan and a growl, and it echoes through the room. ] That's it. Keep goin'.
[ He presses his palms into the bed, back arched as he starts to buck his hips a little, gentle enough that he won't throw off Lloyd's rhythm. ]
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He can't find it in him to mind very much at all.
Not when the devil talks so pretty and makes him feel so damn important. Not like he's the only one on his radar, but sitting on a high pedestal. A favorite, like one might consider a fond toy.
A reverent smile creeps onto his face at the praise, making the warmth in his chest expand. He could get drunk offa all the praise if he set his mind to it. His fingers wrap a little more firmly around the cock in his hand, working that same jerking rhythm except for his thumb, which he uses to rub at the dark and angry-looking head. ]
Like that?
[ A more aware man would consider it Pavlovian, the way his mouth starts to feel dry as a desert as his hand does all the work and those sweet words fill his head. ]
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[ He lets out a long, slow breath like hot steam escaping from a valve, and then he senses something in Lloyd. Something like the day he was rescued, when he was so hungry he stuck out his tongue to lick the bars of his cell.
This was a different sort of hunger. Flagg grins, his teeth stained red. A few beads of precum leak from the tip of his cock. ] You want a taste?
[ He rears back up on his knees, so tall it's like he's peering down at Lloyd from atop a high wall. Now that he's not pinned down, he could sit up as he pleased and use his mouth instead of his hands. ]
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Lloyd nods his head, eager, and sits up to give proper worship. He sticks his tongue out, lapping at the tip of his cock, the taste salty and heated on his palate. The noise he makes is like a moan in the back of his throat, loud and unabashed. There was a time he may have been embarrassed, but they're both long past that. He's not ashamed of his worship no more than Flagg is ashamed of the devotion.
He licks a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip before taking it into his mouth. Minding his teeth, he hollows his cheeks and works on taking as much as he can before he starts choking. Breathing through his nose, he bobs his head, slowly at first. One hand rests on the back of Flagg's thigh to keep himself steady while the other grasps whatever doesn't fit in his mouth. ]
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[ He closes his eyes, his expression almost serene. In moments like this, he's almost human. It's hard to focus on maintaining his magic when his head is swimming with pleasure; he's not immune to thinking with his dick any more than other men.
But he still is what he is, and with a mouth full of his cock he'd bet Lloyd was well aware of that. There's serving the dark man and then there's letting him inside of you in such an intimate way. A special sort of damnation - there's something different about your soul when a thing like Flagg has touched you so deeply, and every time after the first is just another chip away.
Thankfully, no one ever said the darkness had to be unpleasant. Most people think it is, but most people're still shackled to rules and morals that didn't serve them well in the world that was and would serve them even less in this one. If anything, he was just helping Lloyd remove a different set of shackles. ]
Mmm - [ He curls his fingers in Lloyd's hair. ] Do good by me and I'll blow your mind. You ain't never felt anything like what I can give ya.
[ And right on queue he offers a small taste: a psychic shockwave of pleasure, like being touched deeper than hands could touch, without limitations of nerve endings and flesh. Mind without body holding it back. ]
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It's not so much a bad thing as it is intense. A bit scary at times, but he handles his own he thinks.
His tongue presses against the underside of Flagg's cock, tries to get just a bit more into his mouth and falters when the head touches the back of his throat. Those magic fingers tighten a fraction and he moans in response. What follows is something he's never experienced before and his eyes roll from the bone-deep pleasure that he's seized with. It's so overwhelming it feels like when he's just at the edge of orgasm though that's not the case. He wants to shy away or be completely enveloped by it and Lloyd can't decipher where one feeling starts and the other begins.
He feels dizzy from it and only wants more. ]
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Almost two-thousand years ago Flagg, full of rage and dying on the side of a dirt road, gave his soul to a creature of darkness in exchange for his life. And although the same couldn't be said for every man who gave themselves to the Crimson King, he blossomed under its influence like a great dark weed spreading its toxic vines throughout the universe. Lloyd had potential. Given the right circumstances, he could blossom, too. Maybe pick up a little magic of his own, in time. Better than living out his life in Boulder with his eyes downcast, atoning for crimes committed in a world that no longer exists. ]
Keep going. Just like that. [ God, but that boy's tongue was something special, so eager to worship. With a flourish of Flagg's hand any buttons and zippers on Lloyd's pants came undone, letting him get hard without too much discomfort as the telepathic pleasure continued to roll throughout his mind like waves on a beach, each one a little more intense than the last. ] Don't come yet. Not until I do.
[ He didn't have to say it out loud - Lloyd could jerk himself off for an hour and he wouldn't be able to come unless Flagg let him - but he liked to see him put a little bit of effort into holding back. ]
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Lloyd breathes out a sigh of relief through his nose when the constraint on his erection releases itself, though that same brutalizing pleasure keeps ebbing and flowing. It makes his limbs feel lighter, almost as if they're no longer a part of his body. Encouraged that he's doing the right thing, he keeps the same sucking pressure on his cock, bobbing his head a little faster.
The hand he was using to grip Flagg by the thigh moves to his own leg, fingers digging in to distract himself from the urge to come. Not until he's told. The sharp biting of his nails does enough to take the edge off, but everything is always so intense with Flagg, anyway. He feels on top of the world and like he's coming apart at the seams and voices his turmoil with a whine of complaint. ]
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His eyes flutter shut as he comes, and for the moment pleasure is all there is. ] Swallow it. All of it.
[ Their psychic connection fades a little as Flagg's dick softens, his mind in too much of a daze to really focus. But one he gets his bearings back he ramps it up, pleasure shooting through every inch of Lloyd's body like fire in his veins. More, and more, and more - and there's still plenty more to give once Lloyd's been a good boy and swallowed everything down. ]
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He's so fucking hard he feels like he's going to vibrate right out of his skin and even a hand around his dick gives him any sort of relief. It's too much, edging on the precipice of being over-stimulated. So intense there are fucking tears in his eyes as he jerks himself off, frantically looking for some sort of relief. ]
F-fuck.. please.
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[ Flagg's eyes are dark, except for two bright spots where his pupils should be, burning like distant stars. It's impossible to look away from, as off the whole of eternity is contained within those ancient eyes. He knows Lloyd is overwhelmed as is but that doesn't stop him from giving more and more and more.
A less experienced sorcerer could have driven him mad, but Flagg's careful to keep it from tipping over into something Lloyd's mind can't comprehend. He's been a good boy, and he's begging so nicely, so - ]
Come.
[ He bellows, his voice deep. Whatever hold he had on Lloyd is released and he can come as he pleases, the sensation extending beyond his cock and into the most intense full-body orgasm he's ever experienced.
His eyes fade back to normal. He's more than willing to be generous as long as Lloyd knows that no one else can give him pleasure like this. ]
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He comes harder than he can ever remember doing before, a strangled cry rasping out of his throat. His limbs tremble in the aftermath and it feels like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest. The tears gathered at the corner of his eyes fall in a fat streak down his cheeks. Once he's spent, he lets himself fall back against the pillows, a litany of gratitudes passing his lips between gasps of air. ]
Thank you.. fuck-- Thank you.
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Between the blood and Lloyd coming everywhere, the place was an absolute mess but Flagg didn't care and Lloyd would hopefully be too hungover in the morning to notice. ] No one else can please you like I do. You know that, right?
[ He nuzzles up against the back of Lloyd's neck. While he was in the throes of orgasm Flagg took the liberty to brand him: the letters RF scratched into the small of his back. The ultimate claim, even more than the stone, as if there was any doubt about who he belongs to. ]
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Right now, it's too hard to think about anything other than how bone-deep his fatigue is and he offers a hum in affirmation. It's true, no one has ever made him feel like Flagg has. Kind of hard to beat an orgasm that rocks your entire soul. He's none the wiser about being marked for ownership, but even if he knew, it's one more bit of his soul that's been chipped away and coveted for Flagg. He's not using it anyway. ]
Hard t' compete with that..
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[ He holds Lloyd close. Although he doesn't really need to sleep he doesn't mind it every now and then, especially after a good fuck. He'll close his eyes and doze off for a bit until Lloyd wakes up. ]
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Ugggh..fuck.
[ His words are muffled into the pillow, and he takes a few minutes to just breathe and hope the world isn't spinning when he cracks his eyes open. Thankfully, everything is in focus. Well, until he looks around and is really only left with confusion. There's dried blood and come on the sheets and he has no recollection of how it got there. He knows he's not hurt aside from his damn head, so he'll leave it for later. Instead, he'll just turn over and plant his face into the solid warmth behind him. ]
..The hell happened?
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[ He smiles, poking his tongue out from between his teeth. That's only a half-truth, and doesn't explain the blood, but he'll leave it at that. ] Here. Let me run you a bath.
[ There's the sound of taps turning by themselves from the bathroom as hot water starts to run. He could cure this hangover, and he's choosing not to, but he can still pamper Lloyd a little. ]
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Feels like my head's gonna explode.
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[ No, that isn't sincere. Time to rethink your drinking habits, Lloyd. Nonetheless, he sits up and scoops Lloyd up in his arms, the tattered remains of his shirt falling onto the bed behind him as Flagg walks him to the tub.
He takes one of Lloyd's shoes off, then the other, and his pants and underwear are practically around his knees already so those just slide right off. The tub is half-full and warm plumes of steam rise from the surface of the water as Flagg sets Lloyd down in it.
He takes a moment to peek at the brand on his back. Good, it came out well. Lloyd was free to discover that on his own someday. ] How's the temperature?
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Damn near perfect, far as I can tell.
[ He tips his head back against the edge of the tub and grins up at Flagg. ]
Plenty roomy in here.
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[ He considers it for a moment. Does he want to take a bath with needy, hungover Lloyd? Yeah, alright, it's been a while since he had one. Dirt was clinging to him in a thin layer, something he'd been too preoccupied to care about.
He takes off his jacket (still bloody, the pin shifted to a demonic grin) and drops it on the ground, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. ] I take up a lot of space, though.
[ One button, then the other, then the other. His bare chest is flawless like a marble statue, no scars or blemishes at all. ]
You sure you want me to join you?
[ He smirks, discarding the shirt as he begins to undo his belt. He's playing coy, not being polite. ]
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