At this suggestion, Caleb’s mouth falls open around the digits in his mouth and he lets out a desperate cry. He clearly tries to say something but it comes out more an indecipherable moan than anything else, and Essek can feel more than see the twitching of the human’s hips, lifting up as though hoping the air would provide some friction.
“Are these those same fingers you dreamed of, ussta’chev? The ones you want inside you? I can just keep them stuffed in your mouth while you ride my boot, yes? Perhaps that would satisfy your need,” Essek mutters, something dark and cruel roiling inside him.
Caleb is nearly weeping, his hips hitching faster against nothing.
“I begin to wonder, boy, if this is that infernal residue’s doing at all, or if you have always been so needy a slut.”
Caleb nearly chokes himself sucking Essek’s fingers down, his tongue no longer doing anything but pulling him in deeper. The three digits hit soft flesh in the back but Caleb just keeps sucking as though he means to swallow the drow’s entire hand this way. Essek can’t help but to let out a deep groan, imagining this beautiful man swallowing his cock whole and wondering what is getting the human off more: the idea of sucking Essek’s cock, being degraded and called a slut, or handing such complete control to Essek while being given nothing but his fingers. Caleb gags but keeps pushing forward, and Essek feels the muscles of his throat clench and release around his fingertips before feeling the heady vibration that comes along with Caleb moaning.
Fuck. Fuck.
The sensation makes his own cock jump within the confines of his pants. Gods, what this boy is doing to him! What this fucking wizard has already done to him, twisting him into someone unrecognizable to the Essek from only a year ago; the human was just so willing, he gave of himself so freely, so eager to learn, so desperate for knowledge, so longing for affection it practically radiated from him, and Essek could not stand it. He still can’t. It sparks an anger in him, a viciousness he never knew he possessed. He wants to punish this man who had bewitched him so. He wants to make Caleb suffer, but to make him love the suffering. To make him enjoy every second of it.
“Ssinjin xi’hum,” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing softly against Caleb’s lower lip while three fingers are still in the boy’s mouth. “My sweet pet. Is this what you want? Do you wish to be my plaything? I will make you dance for me, love.”
Essek does not mercifully allow Caleb to grind against his leg, but rather lifts his foot and gently, firmly presses his heel down onto the redhead’s still clothed cock.
“I will make you come for me,” he growls.
Caleb nearly screams his pleasure, and he complies.
The sound is only halted by Essek practically fucking the other man’s mouth with his fingers, faster and faster, hearing gagging and whimpering and wet, choked off moans. A large dark spot is visible against the brown of Caleb’s trousers.
Caleb’s pale blue eyes are heavy lidded and hazy, drunk on the chemical rush of his orgasm. Essek gently removes his fingers and drags them along the kneeling man’s soft lips, painting them with shining spit.
Light, Caleb is so beautiful. By the Gods, he cannot stand it.
Driven by impulse and possessiveness and the building fire that has been lurking inside him for months, Essek pushes the hard line of his cock against Caleb’s pale cheek. His still-clothed hips push up and down against the kneeling man’s face, he feels the head of his dick catch on the fabric of his laces, he hears the needful whimper the human lets slip and suddenly finds that he is making similar sounds as well. His face is burning and breathy moans are escaping his lips; Essek finds he feels just as vulnerable as he feels powerful with Caleb on his knees before him.
Suddenly Caleb’s hands are on his hips and his laces are being undone.
“Get—” Caleb starts, but his voice is rough and wet and he has to clear his throat and Essek must be thrice-damned, because why is that so beautiful to hear? “Get your fucking hands back on me, Essek. Now.”
______________ ussta’chev … my beloved Ssinjin xi’hum …. sweet pet/plaything
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FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 4/?
Date: 2021-06-30 05:23 am (UTC)“Are these those same fingers you dreamed of, ussta’chev? The ones you want inside you? I can just keep them stuffed in your mouth while you ride my boot, yes? Perhaps that would satisfy your need,” Essek mutters, something dark and cruel roiling inside him.
Caleb is nearly weeping, his hips hitching faster against nothing.
“I begin to wonder, boy, if this is that infernal residue’s doing at all, or if you have always been so needy a slut.”
Caleb nearly chokes himself sucking Essek’s fingers down, his tongue no longer doing anything but pulling him in deeper. The three digits hit soft flesh in the back but Caleb just keeps sucking as though he means to swallow the drow’s entire hand this way. Essek can’t help but to let out a deep groan, imagining this beautiful man swallowing his cock whole and wondering what is getting the human off more: the idea of sucking Essek’s cock, being degraded and called a slut, or handing such complete control to Essek while being given nothing but his fingers. Caleb gags but keeps pushing forward, and Essek feels the muscles of his throat clench and release around his fingertips before feeling the heady vibration that comes along with Caleb moaning.
Fuck. Fuck.
The sensation makes his own cock jump within the confines of his pants. Gods, what this boy is doing to him! What this fucking wizard has already done to him, twisting him into someone unrecognizable to the Essek from only a year ago; the human was just so willing, he gave of himself so freely, so eager to learn, so desperate for knowledge, so longing for affection it practically radiated from him, and Essek could not stand it. He still can’t. It sparks an anger in him, a viciousness he never knew he possessed. He wants to punish this man who had bewitched him so. He wants to make Caleb suffer, but to make him love the suffering. To make him enjoy every second of it.
“Ssinjin xi’hum,” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing softly against Caleb’s lower lip while three fingers are still in the boy’s mouth. “My sweet pet. Is this what you want? Do you wish to be my plaything? I will make you dance for me, love.”
Essek does not mercifully allow Caleb to grind against his leg, but rather lifts his foot and gently, firmly presses his heel down onto the redhead’s still clothed cock.
“I will make you come for me,” he growls.
Caleb nearly screams his pleasure, and he complies.
The sound is only halted by Essek practically fucking the other man’s mouth with his fingers, faster and faster, hearing gagging and whimpering and wet, choked off moans. A large dark spot is visible against the brown of Caleb’s trousers.
Caleb’s pale blue eyes are heavy lidded and hazy, drunk on the chemical rush of his orgasm. Essek gently removes his fingers and drags them along the kneeling man’s soft lips, painting them with shining spit.
Light, Caleb is so beautiful. By the Gods, he cannot stand it.
Driven by impulse and possessiveness and the building fire that has been lurking inside him for months, Essek pushes the hard line of his cock against Caleb’s pale cheek. His still-clothed hips push up and down against the kneeling man’s face, he feels the head of his dick catch on the fabric of his laces, he hears the needful whimper the human lets slip and suddenly finds that he is making similar sounds as well. His face is burning and breathy moans are escaping his lips; Essek finds he feels just as vulnerable as he feels powerful with Caleb on his knees before him.
Suddenly Caleb’s hands are on his hips and his laces are being undone.
“Get—” Caleb starts, but his voice is rough and wet and he has to clear his throat and Essek must be thrice-damned, because why is that so beautiful to hear? “Get your fucking hands back on me, Essek. Now.”
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ussta’chev … my beloved
Ssinjin xi’hum …. sweet pet/plaything