Grimoire’s Return. discussion

Like stated previously, it’s messy, but charming.

Val led Damian inside, and slammed the door behind him. He pressed the demon against it, raising an eyebrow as a cruel smirk crossed his lips.
“Tell me all the ways you want me, Damian. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me what you long for.” He purred, dipping his fingers between Damian’s shirt buttons and pressing a hand to the warm, pale skin. The captain was a sure tease, if he wasn’t anything. And didn’t he know it. He knew the things that made just about anyone squirm. But Damian was special. Oh, wasn’t he special. No one had ever made Valerie feel this way. Heated. Warm. So warm that he thought he might combust. Every part of him felt hot and searing. But he wouldn’t trade a damn thing for it.

Damian gasped when an experienced hand touched his skin, and it wasn't long for it to turn to a lengthy moan. "I want it all," he responded breathlessly, feeling weak in the legs. "I want the pain, the pleasure... I want you inside and out, make me come undone," he begged as the black coat fell from his being. "Give me things I've never felt before; blow my mind away," all the ways he wanted this one man was something he himself could no longer comprehend. "Take me to ultimate euphoria, take me to heights I've never reached,"
It wasn't long until Damian melted under his touch. That desire from earlier? It could never compare to how he felt in thus moment. The single touch felt so wrong but so right, and he wanted so much more of it. "I want more," he finished his small ramble.

Valerius felt a thrill at that. That sound that Damian made. It sent a chill up his spine and made him shiver just a bit.
“You do, don’t you?” He whispered, trailing his hand downwards.
Down,
Down,
Down.
He rubbed a hand against Damian’s (view spoiler)[cock (hide spoiler)], the other hand still pressed against the small of his back. Until he brought it to tilt Damian’s head up to meet his eyes, pressing their lips together once more. He was fucking ravenous. Hungry. He would devour Damian until there was nothing left, and even then he might not stop. He kissed the demon hard, biting his bottom lip, as if he was asking for entrance.

Damian let out a small squeak, almost a bit feminine, when Valerius reached his lower region. The overwhelming touch from overstimulated senses caused him to start speaking French nonsense until he was silenced with a kiss. With closed eyes, Damian wrapped his arms around the Italian's neck and gladly accepted and returned the kiss with equal effort, possibly more because of his unnatural strength. Feeling teeth biting his lip, Damian felt another fluttering in his stomach. Consent! Yes! I love it! He happily gave the entrance that was requested of him and pulled Valerius closer from pure impulse.

Val’s tongue searched Damian’s mouth, the taste of the other man exhilarating him and pushing him even further down this abyss of ecstasy.
“You’re so fucking cute.” He panted once they broke, but kissed him again before he had any chance to answer. He dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of Damian’s pants, slowly bringing them down to his underwear, going so painstakingly slow for the fun of teasing the demon. It was almost as if, with every moment, he was asking, Do you want this? Is this still okay? Tell me if you want me to stop. Valerie never wanted to take from Damian. It was much more enjoyable to be given something, especially something like this, then to try and take it from someone else. But right now, Damian seemed to be giving himself full-heartedly. And Val felt like he was floating, like there was a star going nova in his chest.
And he wouldn’t trade it for a damn thing.

Damian felt as if he had died a second time and got accepted into heaven. The closeness, the rough treatment, the magical touch... He can't be an ordinary human... A small whine came from him when Valerius had pulled away. Though as for the reason why, the poor red-faced demon-kitsune had his mouth open, ready protest, until he was silenced in a way that he was quite fine with.
Feeling a hand travel beneath the restricting cloth he wore, Damian grew excited and, just once, thrust his hips forward as encouragement. Careful, my dear; trying a demon's patience is a very dangerous game. He couldn't help but allow his own hands to wander, to allow himself to chart a territory he wanted to claim so very badly. I don't want anyone else touching him like this.

Valerie got impatient and yanked Damian’s pants down, picking him up and carrying him upstairs to the room.
“This’ll be much more comfortable than me fucking you against the door.” He chuckled lowly, his smirk seductive and almost teasing. His hands travelled down to remove the remainder of Damian’s clothing, which he made quick work of. His hands were experienced, trained in the act of pleasuring others. But he wanted to pleasure Damian even more than he’d ever pleasured anyone, he wanted Damian more than he’d ever wanted anyone. He didn’t know how it was different. He was shoving all thoughts away and bringing his attention to the flushed, helpless demon beneath him. So he didn’t let himself doubt, didn’t let himself fall in love. And he was perfectly fine with that. If all he got was this one thing, he’d be fine with that. He might long for it again, might long for that touch again, but he’d manage. He always had.

A mix between a gasp and a squeal was what had escaped Damian the second he been freed from his restrictions. He felt a knot in his lower stomach begin to form, and he became even more weak, weaker than he ever had been before. "Hurry," his voice came out slurred. "Please, mon amour," he begged, starving for more of the stimulation. He payed no heed to the phrase that escaped him. His mind was far too clouded in unbearable desire to ponder upon the impulse of saying such, he didn't have a capability to think straight anymore. He could hardly believe how submissive he had become in such a short time span. He could hardly keep himself still. Warmth spread itself across his being. He forgot everything around him, everything that existed. The stress, the hidden loneliness, the mental exhaustion, even how to speak clear enough to make any sense.
Damian grasped onto the Italian's sleeve as a protest against the male's fully clothed self. While hadn't risen his head, he still sent a harsh glare. Be fair, damn it! Before I snap and prove how inferior your physical strength is compared to a demon's.

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Valerius laughed, sitting up, coincidentally now in Damian’s lap, legs on either side of the demon’s hips. He tossed his coat to the floor carelessly, tugging his button down up and over his head. Even his hair came undone, a sea of turquoise against his tanned skin. He brought one hand down to trace Damian’s waist, stopping just at his hip.
“I’ve barely even touched you, il mio amore. You’re really coming undone under my fingers.”
It wasn’t like it was unusual for that to happen. Valerie seemed to have that effect on people, and most of the time he didn’t even try. Sex was an escape, a way for him to shove everything else out all except for whoever was above or beneath him. But once again, Damian was different, in a way. Yes, Valerius’ mind stayed on him, but it was everywhere at the same time. It was on his hair and the way it was so beautifully messy one second, and the other it was how warm and soft his skin was under Val’s trained hands. Damian made him scattered, which was unusual. Damian made him messy. And Val was sure that if the demon knew that, he’d love it.

If Damian hadn't been red before, he certainly was now, and for multiple reasons, too. The first was from where Valerius had positioned himself. It took half of him to not start whining again to get the physical attention he wanted. He refused to seem demanding. Second came the removal of the captain's coat and top. Damian didn't bother to stop himself from allowing his eyes to slowly take in the magnificent sight in front of him. If his body had the capability to respond to him, Damian would've instantly jumped in to take over. Fourth came the perfect touches that were traced against his waist. The fifth and final reason came from a few simple words.
"Sh-shut up!" He managed to respond, though there wasn't a hint of irritation. Just a shaky voice that was so close to chanting a single name. "Shut up and prove to me that you can the minimum of my expectations," he taunted the male, challenging him, even though he could already tell that this gorgeous man would surpass the said expectations.

“ρєѕку яαввιт.” wrote: "Valerius laughed, sitting up, coincidentally now in Damian’s lap, legs on either side of the demon’s hips. He tossed his coat to the floor carelessly, tugging his button down up and over his head. ..."

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Valerius smiled darkly, beginning to grind against Damian. Roughly. He did it like he knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how it would make Damian feel.
“You’re playing with fire now, dear. Are you sure you want to continue doing that?” He tilted his head, grinding harder now. He was also trying to ignore how Damian looked beneath him, flushed and mewling and squirming under him. Valerie brought a hand down to cradle Damian’s head and bring the demon to meet his eyes. Val was also trying to ignore how it made him feel. All of it. The heat, the capacity, the soft gasping noises that escaped himself. It was disgusting, and he hated it. But he couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t, even if he wanted to.
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Damian's eyes widened as a rush ran through his body. It was something that had never gotten with anyone else, not even during his time in his homeland. Each movement felt like ecstasy, he felt like he was drowning in it. It felt so perfect. "C-c'mon," he refused to stop the taunts. "I know you can do better than this," he murmured. Never in his existence had he wanted someone so badly. It felt unnatural and wrong, but so, so right. It made no sense to him. It made no sense to him of why one human had become the center of his interests now.
"Make me scream," he responded, trying to calm his own heavy breathing, but he was unsure how. This man... He's dangerous... He wrapped his arms around the male's neck and gladly stared back until he God he feels so good, I want everything he can offer me, I want it all so damn much.

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When that preacher had said Valerius was going to drown in a lake of fire, this isn’t what he’d expected. This was scalding, searing. It burned every part of him but he wouldn’t stop. Even if every bit of him melted he’d still want to go farther. He’d do anything for this incessant demon, and he knew it. He was getting hypersensitive, he could feel it. Everywhere Damian happened to touch him exhilarated him. It made him breathless.
Valerie quickly hopped of off the demon-kitsune, making quick work of his belt and pants. He took just a few seconds to admire the way that Damian was panting, just from a bit of friction between them. This would be easier than he’d thought. Val soon brought himself back atop said Damian, leaning in close to whisper,
“Is this what you want, baby?” His voice low and raspy, the sound deliciously dangerous. He trailed his hand down to squeeze Damian’s ass, clearly foretelling what was to become of him.

Damian couldn't stop an excited shiver from running down his spine after being blessed with the view of Valerius' entirety. If he hadn't become so suddenly attached to the human, Damian would've been able to gather strength to act upon his impulse to devour the male. He couldn't, though. He enjoying submitting himself far too much to bother changing his own act. It almost felt...refreshing. Again, it felt like he was given a break from being the hunter. This time he got feel like prey, and just the dangerous sound to the phrase thrilled him to no end.
Damian's thought process was forced to a halt when he felt a weight return on top of him. He brought his focus back to the present, and nodded vigorously. The one squeeze against his rear left him with an arched back and a deep, lengthy groan that was reserved for the culprit. "S-stop the teasing and just do it already!" He voice came a bit louder than originally intended, but there was no complaining coming from Damian's end. "Stop being so cruel, forcing me to go through this torturous waiting. Just shut up and give me everything you got in you,"

((Istg, my brain is back in it's 14-16 y/o days when everything could look like an innuendo. Lowkey 100% okay with that-))

Valerius smirked mightily, clearly satisfied with how impatient Damian was getting.
“Oh but ma cherie, it’s so much fun to tease you.” He kissed along the lust demon’s throat and down his chest, squeezing his thighs now. Each kiss to the man’s skin was soft and caring, a symbol of the lengths he was willing to go for someone he really didn’t know at all. For someone who could still betray him if he wanted. But Valerie was willing to take that risk, wasn’t he? He wouldn’t be putting so much time into this if he wasn’t. He wouldn’t be committing all of this to memory, hoping that after tonight Damian would be willing to stay. He wouldn’t be doing that if Damian was just someone else. Damian was the someone. Or at least he was in Val’s head. He rose from the demon-kitsune’s waist, lacing their fingers together on one hand and returning the other to the small of Damian’s back. He was ready now, though his heart still thundered.
“Are you ready?” He asked in a nurturing voice. He just wanted to make sure.

Damian shivered with each kiss pressed onto his body, and with the squeezing along side, his breath was laboured and shaky. The sweet manner of the kisses had his emotions in a confused frenzy. I don't understand it... What does this...soft...warm feeling mean? It's weird. I want to know but I can't find any words to describe it. He watch the blue-haired beauty with curious eyes that softened overtime. The sweet gesture made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, and he adored it. When a hand interlocked with his own, Damian turned his head to see it, and he smiled. He didn't know why, he just...did. It all felt so perfect. So right.
Damian was pulled out of his thoughts when further consent was made. Ohhh my Gooood, he actually- No one has ever double checked before when I was being dominated. He lifted a free hand and gently laced his fingers into the darkened turquoise tresses. "Of course, bien-aimé," he leaned his head forward to press a kiss on Valerius' forehead. "I was ready from the very start,"

“Good, my love.”
Valerius, on the other hand, was feeling everything at once. Feelings he wasn’t even able to name. He slowly eased into Damian, making sure it wasn’t too unbearable for the demon beneath him. His stomach was doing somersaults, and his breathing was coming in soft gasps. It was the capacity. The closeness. It was Damian himself, beautiful and flushed and red-cheeked. Every time they kissed it killed off everything Valerie was trying to think. It made him messy. But not now. Now, there was precision and care put into every single touch that Val gave. Every cursory glance was loving. It was like Val couldn’t look away at all. Slowly, but surely, Val moved his hips back and forth, biting back anything that threatened to escape him. He was slightly tempted to laugh at himself, because he just knew he looked ridiculous. Sweaty, panting, practically shaking from how terrified he was of disappointing Damian.
Ridiculous.

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Any remaining thoughts Damian had left came to a complete halt after a gasp escaped from his lips. Oh, how the sudden rush of pleasure that had taken him over, his golden-yellow rolling back into his skull to relish every little feeling. Small shivers ran up his spine and for a moment, he felt human again. No overwhelming hunger for lust. He just wanted the sweet love that was being given to him. The touches, kisses, companionship...all of it.
A knot grew in Damian's lower-abdomen once he felt movement, and a small mumble of Valerius' name slipped from his lips as to encourage to younger male. Opening his eyes to gaze at the one who dominated him, a faint idea popped into Damian's hazy mind. He ran his fingers further into the turquoise hair and gently tugged at it, curious of the response. He carefully watched his partner's expression, for discomfort of any sort. To displease the male was something Damian didn't like the thought of, and he silently prayed that his actions wouldn't do so. There has to be something I can do in return... Everyone has their special trigger.

And find that special trigger is what Damian just did. A low groan slipped from Val’s lips, and his hips moved faster now. He tried not to think about the situation in it’s full. He was currently fucking someone he’d just met today. That wasn’t unusual, but still. Even the way Val’s name sounded coming from Damian was enough to fuel the fire. With his free hand, he tilted Damian’s head up to meet his eyes, pressing his lips to the lust demon’s own before any more noises would escape him. Not that he was embarrassed, but.. okay. He was embarrassed. Above someone so seemingly calm and collected as Damian was, above someone so beautiful, Val couldn’t help but scold himself for how quickly he happened to be coming apart. His hair falling over his shoulders, his mind in a frenzy, and his thoughts mainly dealing with the demon, he was, to him, absolutely ridiculous right now.

A sly smile appeared when Damian caught the reaction he was looking for. Just as he was about to speak, he was silenced by an sudden kiss. A soft chuckle rumbled from Damian's throat as he responded to the kiss accordingly. "Adorable," he murmured between the said kiss. "Sweet," he continued. "Don't hide those beautiful sounds, amore mio," he whispered the Italian words into Valerius' ear before returning to his lips and tugging just the slightest bit more.
Giving his body to another was a common occurrence with Damian, almost on the daily...but usually he never felt any emotions during the act. He couldn't doubt that this one was special, and he was curious as to why. Why his corrupted soul felt like being so close to the gorgeous male above him. He knew that he wouldn't be letting go of this human just yet. He desired more of it, and not just physically, but emotionally, and mentally. He was intrigued by this one, and when the strange, dark hybrid had an interest in a specific being, he became obsessed, and he refused to allow the object of his fascination to leave him until he was satisfied.

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God, this demon was going to drive him crazy. The sparks in his belly had caught flame, and he was practically a bonfire now. Valerius thrusted harder, his hips working in a rhythm that he knew would drive Damian crazy. He hoped the demon beneath him was.. he hoped he was as infatuated with him as he happened to be with the white haired boy beneath him. If not, that was fine. But Val was going to make the most of it while he could. He kissed the boy harder, tangling a hand in his hair. He knew what he was doing when he tugged it. He knew what it did to Valerius. And the fact that he knew, that he was using it against him, that’s what thrilled him the most. He was thrusting deeper now, refusing to let any noise escape him. Once again, he was terrified that it would sound embarrassing.

Damian's eyes flew wide open. 'Crazy' was an understatement. He felt as if he had been set aflame with his own deadly blue fire. For the first in months his body had begun to quiver from the pleasure he received, and he wrapped his legs around Valerius' waist to give his dominant more space for movement. Each thrust caused a sound to escape from him, and his volume increased with the strength put into it.
Damian had to break the kiss to catch his stolen breath. "M-more," he begged, a feminine 'squeak' claiming its' place in his voice. "Harder, faster," he pulled his hand away from Valerius' to thread it into the same blue hair as his other. "I'm so close, Amour," he spoke through labored breathing as he brushed his lips against the pirate's throat. "Don't let me down now, Capitaine Labelle," Damian was this close to littering the tanned skin with love-bites. He was so tempted to mark his presence, to make it clear where he had disappeared to in such short notice. As if he would be marking a 'Damian was here' notice on skin in plain sight.

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Val tilted his head just slightly upwards, giving Damian more room to do just that. It was almost like an invitation, like he wanted to be marked by the demon. With that, his thrusts gained speed, and depth, and roughness. Everything was hypersensitive and everything was dialled up to 100. He was going to make the most of this, even if he never saw Damian again. He knew the man would run rampant in his thoughts even if he did leave. But he’d get over it, he always did.
But back to now.
Everything about this was making Valerius climb closer and closer to climax. The way Damian was panting, the way he said his name, the way that he could barely beg him for more. Bishop’s stake, it was driving him wild. He wanted Damian to be his. His only, and vice versa. He’d let the lust demon claim and mark him as his territory, if he oh-so desired. Well, there seemed to be a lot that Damian desired right now.
And little by little, Valerie gave him every little thing he asked for.
“You are close aren’t you, tesoro?” The Italian slipped off of his tongue like liquid gold, the words in themselves sensual and private.