[M] Experimenting

As Belial's hips continued moving, the feeling became more familiar, less painful. More pleasurable.

The gentle writhing and thrusting of his hips changed slightly, instead of focussing more on pulling away from the strange feeling and into Belial's hand, his hips became a little more adventurous, thrusting down against Belial's own slightly. The change was minute but at least it was progress.

His head tilted back slightly to all the older man more of his neck.

Offering his neck to a Demon, if he were in his right mind he would wonder what the Hell he was doing.

Submitting; offering his throat to someone more powerful than himself... it was so unlike him. His actions were that of someone else. He didn't recognise them. All of them, from the hands tugging gently at their bonds to the legs tightening around Belial's waist down to the hips moving against Belial's. Every movement was submissive.

Coilean wasn't submissive. He never had been.

So, why now, was he getting so much pleasure out of being submissive like this?

Good boy.

Belial thought to himself, Coilean had come so far in such a small amount of time, from trying to bend her over the side of the pool and fuck her to offering his neck to him and moving with him as he thrust into the man, all in the space of an hour.

His lips continued to explore the man's neck, nipping at the flesh softly as his darted out to taste it.

His hands moved faster, pumping him firmly as a reward for moving with him instead of against him.

The Demon's hips picked up their pace slightly as Belial gave a low grown, the feeling of Coilean so tight against him was arousing him beyond belief, virgins were always highly satisfying.

A moan sounded when his hand began to move faster over the Wolf's arousal.

This helplessness he felt was both arousing and scaring the Irishman. He was being fucked an manipulated however Belial wanted.

He had been bound, fingered and jerked off. He had no say what Belial did to him. If the Demon wanted to do it, then it would be done. If Coilean begged or pleaded for him to stop, it would fall on deaf ears. If he begged and pleaded for a particular act to be done he would be ignored or punished for demanding something.

A soft, breathy sigh escaped his lips, hips moving just a little faster against Belial's.

He could finally feel something familiar creeping up on him. Something familiar in all of these strange new experiences.

He could feel his release smouldering in the pit of his stomach, slowly building.

Belial's lips quirked up as Coilean hips moved after against him, the pace of the Demon's hips stayed the same, Coilean could handle this speed and force, he didn't want to go harder and risk having the Lycan recoil again.

His body was well trained, he could resist immense amounts stimulation without coming, as well as coming with very little stimulation at all if he wanted to, at the moment moving inside of the man like this was just enough for him to still be able to find his release.

His hand sped up yet again, as a moan escaped his parted lips, which pressed against the Lycan's collar bone, he wasn't going to come until Coilean did, after all, a good Dom always ensures his sub's pleasure if he has decided to give it to them.

He whined softly, hips grinding, thrusting and writhing against Belial.

His hand stroking him, his hips thrusting inside of him, his lips against the flushed skin of his neck.

It was all becoming too much.

He wanted to find satisfaction. He wanted to be able to release and feel sated.

Earlier frustrations swarmed his mind. Would he feel sated? Or would he be just as hot and hard as when he started?

He hoped it was the former. He really hoped it was the former.

He could feel the heat burning in his stomach now. He didn't know what possessed him in that moment, but his lips parted. "Please can I come?" His voice was a low, breathy whisper, filled with need.

Belial was practically preening when he heard those whispered words come from the Lycan's mouth, he hadn't expected that amount of submission so quickly.

Those muttered words earned him a treat, Belial tilted his hips slightly, the angle of his member moving to thrust up against the man's prostate firmly as he continued to move.

"Yes."

He murmured firmly in against Coilean's neck with a soft moan.

"Come for me, Coilean."

He added, the effects of the aphrodisiac would've worn off a short while ago, the Lycan would finally be able to feel all that pent up satisfaction.

A loud gasp sounded when Belial's angled hips thrust up into him.

His back arched, heavy pants sounding as his hands tightened into fists. The smouldering fire was now alight, blazing through his body.

Coilean's lips parted and he almost screamed his release. He could feel it, the pleasure and satisfaction of each release he had had tonight building up as his hips jerked and thrust violently.

His body slumped, trembling with sensation as he tried to keep his eyes open.

O-oh God...

Seeing Coilean come like that was a thing of beauty, the man was highly responsive to touch and watching him find his release like that only made Belial want him more, to pin him down and have his way with him for days on end.

With a low moan the Demon came, his hips jerking along with the Lycan before he became still.

Coilean was completely spent and struggling to keep his eyes open, he would have to wait to play with the man another day, once he head recovered.

His hand graced over the man's cheek as he panted, pushing the orange locks out of his face before pressing a kiss onto his lips.

Coilean could barely respond to the kiss as he came down from his high.

He was exhausted. His body felt heavy and useless. The Lycan wanted to curl up in bed and sleep for a day or two.

His lips moved lazily against the Demon's as he pulled half heartedly on the cuffs around his wrists.

Subspace was a thing of the past now. He was fully aware of what he had done and how disgusted he was with himself for doing it but right now he was too tired to do anything about it. Too tired to even fight him.

His lips slowed to a stop against Belial's and he just slumped further forwards, burying his face in the Demon's neck.

Sleep. He could attempt to kill the Demon for doing this to him when he was awake.

A smile graced his lips as Coilean slumped against him, he looked utterly exhausted.

Reaching up Belial released both of the man's hands and slowly pulled out of him, scooping him up in his arms.

Now he would take Coilean home, he had lay with quite a few people tonight, he should be sated for the season now.

He pulled the Lycan's head in against his chest, cradling it as he teleported back to Coilean's apartment.

Belial padded into the bedroom and lay him out on his bed, packing away the man's toys that were currently spread out across it.

The Demon turned to leave but looked back at the man as a thought crossed his mind, he knew Coilean would resent him for this, but he couldn't resist himself.

Sitting down on the side of the bed Belial pressed his hand against the Lycan's chest, chanting and wincing softly as the rune on his back flared, the lines lighting up as they traced themselves onto the man's skin.

His body was limp as Belial carried him, transporting them back to his apartment.

He needed to rest. Right now he didn't even have the energy to keep his eyes open. That had failed on him moments after his eyes had slid open.

When he was set down onto Ciro's bed, Coilean curled up.

This was a warm comfort. When he fucked the man, he stayed in this bed with him. The material felt warm. Safe. This was home.

Home had never felt so good as it did even in this moment.

His joy was short lived though as a burning pain shot through his chest. A scream sounded, arms flying up to try and push away Belial's hand, body writhing. His fighting was for nothing, he was too tired to do so much as bruise the Demon's arm with his grip.

All he could do was sit there and take it; receive the Demon's mark.

The pain didn't last long as the mark was drawn onto the man's skin.

Despite Coilean's protests he leaned down, tracing his tongue tenderly over the new mark, soothing it considerably.

He didn't want to end the night so poorly after having pleasured the Lycan to the point of exhaustion but he had claimed the man as his own and he couldn't bring himself to leave without branding him in such a way.

Once the mark was drawn and soothed the Demon stood again, moving away from the writhing Lycan.

"Goodnight, Coilean."

He muttered softly before disappearing from the room.