[ So... what he'd intended to summon was a demon that could help him in accomplishing his admittedly lofty goal of revenge. Somewhere along the way, he'd made a mistake, and... well.
Now he's got a spectacularly lazy demon sharing his space. Gentaro isn't necessarily complaining, because Dice is as beautiful as he is easily worked up. And--he won't admit this--but he's grown pretty fond of him. Take the bond out of the equation, and Gentaro wouldn't even toss him out onto the streets.
Besides, there are some serious perks to living with a demon like Dice. Like now, when he's seated firmly in Dice's lap, fingers trailing along his horns. He very much likes how his demon reacts, and judging from Gentaro's smirk, he's not about to stop any time soon. ]
Doing alright, Dice? [ he murmurs, lips brushing against his ear. ]
[Dice was the laziest demon in Hell, and now he's the laziest demon on earth, but there's something about his master that offers a thrill he hasn't felt in decades. Gentaro seems on the outside to be an old-fashiones, reticent, pious sort, but he's never been that when they're alone together. Together, no pretenses present, they burn as hot as the fires Dice came from.
His hands rest on Gentaro's hips, fingers curving against his scant undergarments. His own clothing will burn away at a moment's notice, but for now he hasn't been pushed quite that far. That, and he's enchanted by the touches he's receiving, distracted by Gentaro's heat.
He shivers at the caress to his horns, grinning broadly. Chin tipping up, he practically purrs.]
[ Gentaro doesn't show this side to anyone else, mostly because before Dice, it hadn't been there. Dice coaxes it out of him, brings it to the surface, and while Gentaro had been unsure at first... Now, he enjoys it. He doesn't admit it in any certain words, but the fact that he's often the one initiating touches and kisses speaks for itself.
Dice always responds so beautifully, and Gentaro is nothing if not a sucker for beautiful things. He holds onto his horns more firmly, lightly pulling his head back so he can bite and suck at his neck. And-- just to work Dice up even more, he rocks his hips down against his. ]
[This side of Gentaro is a delight, sin Dice revels in. It fuels him, both mentally and magically, so the more Gentaro sinks into his hold, the more effective Dice is. That hold on his horns makes him growl with pleasure, running his tongue over his teeth and toying with one of his sharp canines for idle stimulation. Gentaro is giving and giving well, but Dice wants more, needs more.
His hips rock up into Gentaro's on his lap as his fingers press flame-touched bruises into slender thighs.]
Mmm... Give it to me...
[He tugs Gentaro closer with a firm grip to his ass, his own pants vanishing in faint smoke.]
[ Giving though he is, Gentaro isn't averse to being a pain in the ass. Dice's touch is delicious and almost enough for Gentaro to give into him, but he's particularly good at restraint.
He hums and lifts his hips, high enough where Dice can't get that stimulation. He holds onto his horns tightly, using them to keep himself poised in a way that he thinks will drive Dice out of his mind with desperation. He's determined to, at least; he presses his lips to one of his horns. ]
[It's a shuddering exclamation, surrounded by a grin and a lick of Dice's lips. He loves this, the burn, the torment. It's the sweetest torture, and he honestly would let this part go for days if the release wasn't so intense and perfect.
Panting ravenously, he grips the arm of the sofa, his eyes wild. This is going to make him burst into flames, and his voice strains with need in response.]
[ He could indulge him. It would be so good to sink down on him, but Gentaro wants more than that. Dice begs so sweetly when he's impatient and desperate; it's a sight that Gentaro never gets tired of. ]
Why don't you ask nicely, hmm?
[ And just as he says that-- Gentaro drags his tongue along his horn, slow and from base to tip. ]
[The sound Dice makes is otherworldly, desperately aroused, and he swears he could come from just that if he didn't have so much self-control. Still, a damp spot grows on his undergarments from the point where his cock strains against the fabric.]
Please.
[It's a growl, sensual and happily strained.]
Please, Master.
[He lets that word slip out, lilting, a lure, a trap set for Gentaro, who won't resist it. He laces it with his magic, the spice of seduction, sending their mutual desire supernaturally skyrocketing.]
[ Even if he wanted to resist it, he doesn't think he could. Gentaro's breath catches audibly, and if he weren't already hard, that would definitely do the trick. He reaches over to the end table and searches through it, finding a tube of lube.
[Dice wastes no time when he's commanded, grinning with a flash of teeth. He's as taken as he is doing the taking, though he plays at giving his master control. Demons will always be superior beings, he thinks, but they're also obedient things when they get what they want. Dice would gladly kneel before this particular liege at the drop of a hat.
He thumbs the lid of the tube off, making quite the show then of pouring it over the index and middle fingers of one hand. Eyes fixed on Gentaro's, he rubs the liquid between his fingers before pouring just a little more on the tips. His sharp nails are filed blunt on one hand, and for good reason.
Setting the bottle down, he waves his now unencumbered hand and the rest of his clothing vanishes in blue-black smoke. Now he's just waiting for Gentaro to get into his chosen position and enjoying the show while he's not busy.]
[ Gentaro lays back, fully naked before him. He is, not for the first (or last) time thankful he invested in a larger bed. Dice takes up so much room in the best of ways, and Gentaro thinks that he's crawled into his heart, too.
... Nope, not following that train of thought. He grabs Dice by the horns and moves him between his legs. He strokes his horns slowly, sensually, eyes dark as he watches him. Just this once, Dice says, but Gentaro thinks feeling that gorgeous mouth on him will only make him want it more. ]
[Dice grins, feral, at the permission. Being a demon means sin and filth are the very essence of life, so nothing could possibly bring him more pleasure. Well, short of the act itself that will follow.
Holding his hand out of the way, he lets himself be tugged into place. It's rough, sensual as hell in his opinion, and he's so turned on he can barely stop himself from trying to gain the upper hand.
Still, this allowance is a rare thing, and he's going to make the most of it. Dipping his head low as Gentaro strokes his horns. His tongue darts out over his lips as he uses his free hand to push Gentaro's legs wider. With a deep inhale, he chuckles to himself, then runs his tongue in a slow circle around Gentaro's entrance.]
[ It's heinous, how gorgeous Dice looks when he's smug. Looking at him like this, beautiful and exposed and so vulnerable between his legs, Gentaro remembers how ridiculous he'd been to think of his botched summoning as a mistake. Maybe all along, it had been fate. ]
Dice.
[ He might say stupid things (but that's part of his charm, really), but Dice is undeniably and frustratingly good with his mouth. Gentaro's breath catches, and he slides a hand into Dice's hair. His other hand stays on Dice's horn, almost too gently stroking it. ]
[The gentle stroking just eggs Dice on, and so does the way Gentaro breathes his voice out. He's a terrible creature, taking advantage of a human like this, but it's so fun, and Gentaro doesn't seem to be complaining.
His tongue probes and explores, licking a meandering trail up to Gentaro's sac before moving back down and finally slipping it inside of him.]
Nnn.
[The worse it is in practical reasoning, the more Dice likes it, and his cock twitches and leaks as he laps at and delves into Gentaro with his handily pointed tongue.]
[ He is terrible, but Dice isn't the only one. Gentaro isn't usually so undignified, giving into his deepest desires. That desire is Dice. It's not as if he'll let Dice do whatever he wants, too. Gentaro's more than capable of holding his own.
It's too easy to give in to Dice, especially when it comes to this. With a gasping cry, Gentaro tightens his grip in his hair, on his horn. Already, his cock is leaking. He pulls at Dice's hair, looking down at him with dark, lidded eyes. ]
Don't keep me waiting too long...
[ Honestly, it's impressive to string a sentence together, even if his words are breathless and choked out. ]
[But he's going to have his fun first, letting two of those less dangerous fingers slip in beside his tongue.]
I know how you get about me. How much you want my dick.
[A satisfied hum comes out of the demon as he stretches Gentaro just for the hell of it. God knows the man doesn't need it. He's always ready for Dice, and that's the way he likes it.]
[ It's torture, how Dice plays with him. Yet he doesn't stop him, because it feels like nothing else; until Dice, he'd never put much thought into sex. Truly, Dice is a demon, one that's corrupted Gentaro.
He wouldn't have it any other way.
Gentaro's head falls back against the couch, gasping at the stretch. It's not enough, even if it's so damn good. Dice knows it, too. He also knows that Gentaro will take whatever Dice gives him, just as the opposite is true. ]
What a terrible creature, [ he manages, voice strained and thighs trembling. Dice knows how to push him past his limits, and Gentaro's more than happy to let him. ] You need to be punished.
[It almost sounds like begging, but it's so true that this demon is a complete glutton for punishment. He loves the way Gentaro torments him and makes him wait, makes him be a good, obedient almost-pet to get what he wants later. They feed off each other.
Slowly, he starts to fuck Gentaro with his fingers, teasing him horribly. His tongue follows, lapping at the loosening ring of muscle and occasionally higher, until at last he takes a long, lascivious lick at Gentaro's cock.]
You gonna cry tonight? Just a little?
[The fingers of his long-nailed hand encircle Gentaro's length firmly, tightly, cutting off some of that precious blood flow while he tongues at his slit. The other hand continues to work into Gentaro, but it's suddenly rough and thoughtless.]
[ Punish him later, Dice says, because right now Gentaro feels like he's the one being punished. He's not about to complain, though.
Well. Much. If he does complain, it's never actually serious. Gentaro's a masochist at heart, after all, and Dice knows that all too well. His breath catches, and he moans, head tipping back. It's good, but it's not enough. Dice is entirely too good with his tongue and mouth, it's horribly unfair. ]
Nn-- [ Gentaro gasps at the grip on his cock, then lets out a whine. He looks down at Dice, chest heaving, pupils blown wide. ] So that's how it is tonight, is it?
[ It's rough, but they both know Gentaro can take it and love every second. ]
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Now he's got a spectacularly lazy demon sharing his space. Gentaro isn't necessarily complaining, because Dice is as beautiful as he is easily worked up. And--he won't admit this--but he's grown pretty fond of him. Take the bond out of the equation, and Gentaro wouldn't even toss him out onto the streets.
Besides, there are some serious perks to living with a demon like Dice. Like now, when he's seated firmly in Dice's lap, fingers trailing along his horns. He very much likes how his demon reacts, and judging from Gentaro's smirk, he's not about to stop any time soon. ]
Doing alright, Dice? [ he murmurs, lips brushing against his ear. ]
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His hands rest on Gentaro's hips, fingers curving against his scant undergarments. His own clothing will burn away at a moment's notice, but for now he hasn't been pushed quite that far. That, and he's enchanted by the touches he's receiving, distracted by Gentaro's heat.
He shivers at the caress to his horns, grinning broadly. Chin tipping up, he practically purrs.]
Yeah. Doin' great.
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[ Gentaro doesn't show this side to anyone else, mostly because before Dice, it hadn't been there. Dice coaxes it out of him, brings it to the surface, and while Gentaro had been unsure at first... Now, he enjoys it. He doesn't admit it in any certain words, but the fact that he's often the one initiating touches and kisses speaks for itself.
Dice always responds so beautifully, and Gentaro is nothing if not a sucker for beautiful things. He holds onto his horns more firmly, lightly pulling his head back so he can bite and suck at his neck. And-- just to work Dice up even more, he rocks his hips down against his. ]
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His hips rock up into Gentaro's on his lap as his fingers press flame-touched bruises into slender thighs.]
Mmm... Give it to me...
[He tugs Gentaro closer with a firm grip to his ass, his own pants vanishing in faint smoke.]
C'mon. I need it.
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[ Giving though he is, Gentaro isn't averse to being a pain in the ass. Dice's touch is delicious and almost enough for Gentaro to give into him, but he's particularly good at restraint.
He hums and lifts his hips, high enough where Dice can't get that stimulation. He holds onto his horns tightly, using them to keep himself poised in a way that he thinks will drive Dice out of his mind with desperation. He's determined to, at least; he presses his lips to one of his horns. ]
Such a rude demon. I should punish you.
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[It's a shuddering exclamation, surrounded by a grin and a lick of Dice's lips. He loves this, the burn, the torment. It's the sweetest torture, and he honestly would let this part go for days if the release wasn't so intense and perfect.
Panting ravenously, he grips the arm of the sofa, his eyes wild. This is going to make him burst into flames, and his voice strains with need in response.]
Do it. Punish me.
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[ He could indulge him. It would be so good to sink down on him, but Gentaro wants more than that. Dice begs so sweetly when he's impatient and desperate; it's a sight that Gentaro never gets tired of. ]
Why don't you ask nicely, hmm?
[ And just as he says that-- Gentaro drags his tongue along his horn, slow and from base to tip. ]
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Please.
[It's a growl, sensual and happily strained.]
Please, Master.
[He lets that word slip out, lilting, a lure, a trap set for Gentaro, who won't resist it. He laces it with his magic, the spice of seduction, sending their mutual desire supernaturally skyrocketing.]
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He presses it into Dice's hand as he undresses. ]
Prepare me.
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He thumbs the lid of the tube off, making quite the show then of pouring it over the index and middle fingers of one hand. Eyes fixed on Gentaro's, he rubs the liquid between his fingers before pouring just a little more on the tips. His sharp nails are filed blunt on one hand, and for good reason.
Setting the bottle down, he waves his now unencumbered hand and the rest of his clothing vanishes in blue-black smoke. Now he's just waiting for Gentaro to get into his chosen position and enjoying the show while he's not busy.]
Can I lick you? Just this once?
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... Nope, not following that train of thought. He grabs Dice by the horns and moves him between his legs. He strokes his horns slowly, sensually, eyes dark as he watches him. Just this once, Dice says, but Gentaro thinks feeling that gorgeous mouth on him will only make him want it more. ]
I will allow it. Make it good for me, hmm?
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[Dice grins, feral, at the permission. Being a demon means sin and filth are the very essence of life, so nothing could possibly bring him more pleasure. Well, short of the act itself that will follow.
Holding his hand out of the way, he lets himself be tugged into place. It's rough, sensual as hell in his opinion, and he's so turned on he can barely stop himself from trying to gain the upper hand.
Still, this allowance is a rare thing, and he's going to make the most of it. Dipping his head low as Gentaro strokes his horns. His tongue darts out over his lips as he uses his free hand to push Gentaro's legs wider. With a deep inhale, he chuckles to himself, then runs his tongue in a slow circle around Gentaro's entrance.]
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Dice.
[ He might say stupid things (but that's part of his charm, really), but Dice is undeniably and frustratingly good with his mouth. Gentaro's breath catches, and he slides a hand into Dice's hair. His other hand stays on Dice's horn, almost too gently stroking it. ]
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His tongue probes and explores, licking a meandering trail up to Gentaro's sac before moving back down and finally slipping it inside of him.]
Nnn.
[The worse it is in practical reasoning, the more Dice likes it, and his cock twitches and leaks as he laps at and delves into Gentaro with his handily pointed tongue.]
Can't wait t'be inside you...
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[ He is terrible, but Dice isn't the only one. Gentaro isn't usually so undignified, giving into his deepest desires. That desire is Dice. It's not as if he'll let Dice do whatever he wants, too. Gentaro's more than capable of holding his own.
It's too easy to give in to Dice, especially when it comes to this. With a gasping cry, Gentaro tightens his grip in his hair, on his horn. Already, his cock is leaking. He pulls at Dice's hair, looking down at him with dark, lidded eyes. ]
Don't keep me waiting too long...
[ Honestly, it's impressive to string a sentence together, even if his words are breathless and choked out. ]
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[But he's going to have his fun first, letting two of those less dangerous fingers slip in beside his tongue.]
I know how you get about me. How much you want my dick.
[A satisfied hum comes out of the demon as he stretches Gentaro just for the hell of it. God knows the man doesn't need it. He's always ready for Dice, and that's the way he likes it.]
I just gotta have my fun real quick.
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He wouldn't have it any other way.
Gentaro's head falls back against the couch, gasping at the stretch. It's not enough, even if it's so damn good. Dice knows it, too. He also knows that Gentaro will take whatever Dice gives him, just as the opposite is true. ]
What a terrible creature, [ he manages, voice strained and thighs trembling. Dice knows how to push him past his limits, and Gentaro's more than happy to let him. ] You need to be punished.
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[It almost sounds like begging, but it's so true that this demon is a complete glutton for punishment. He loves the way Gentaro torments him and makes him wait, makes him be a good, obedient almost-pet to get what he wants later. They feed off each other.
Slowly, he starts to fuck Gentaro with his fingers, teasing him horribly. His tongue follows, lapping at the loosening ring of muscle and occasionally higher, until at last he takes a long, lascivious lick at Gentaro's cock.]
You gonna cry tonight? Just a little?
[The fingers of his long-nailed hand encircle Gentaro's length firmly, tightly, cutting off some of that precious blood flow while he tongues at his slit. The other hand continues to work into Gentaro, but it's suddenly rough and thoughtless.]
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Well. Much. If he does complain, it's never actually serious. Gentaro's a masochist at heart, after all, and Dice knows that all too well. His breath catches, and he moans, head tipping back. It's good, but it's not enough. Dice is entirely too good with his tongue and mouth, it's horribly unfair. ]
Nn-- [ Gentaro gasps at the grip on his cock, then lets out a whine. He looks down at Dice, chest heaving, pupils blown wide. ] So that's how it is tonight, is it?
[ It's rough, but they both know Gentaro can take it and love every second. ]
If you can make me... I'd like to see you try.