[C] The Overdose

Dario leaned back when he was pushed, laying out on the bed as he gazed up at Doc with hooded hazel eyes.

The human chuckled softly.

"Definitely a dessert to put into in the future."

More foodplay definitely wouldn't go amiss. He'd quite enjoy licking cream off Doc's body and he was sure Doc would feel the same way. Foodplay was fun.

The man's eyes slid shut, enjoying the feeling of a hot wet tongue stroking over his skin.

"I agree."

He purred as his tongue swirled around the man's nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it firmly before his teeth bore down onto it, rolling the small nub in between his teeth roughly.

Deacon's hands moved to Dario's lower back, stroking him softly as his tongue traveled lower, lapping at the curve of his pelvis, tracing his thong slowly with the very tip of his tongue.

He groaned softly as Doc caught his nipple between his teeth and bit down sharply.

He bit his lip, back arching up off the bed a little as the Warlock's tongue traced the hem of his thong.

"You're not doing a very good job of cleaning me up," he tutted softly, eyes sliding half open to gaze up at the man.

The teasing touches were nice but they weren't cleaning up the chocolate smeared onto his skin.

"You always take your time with me, just returning the favor."

He purred in response, he was quite happy being able to touch and lick Dario's body at his own pace, he was bound so often that he rarely got to touch the man at all.

Still he began to slowly lap up the chocolate, swiping his tongue over hard muscle until his skin was cleaned of the sticky mess.

Deacon purred loudly as he nipped at Dario's nipple again before licking his lips slowly.

"You enjoy me taking my time with you."

They both enjoyed it when Dario spent his time over Doc's body. Playing with him and teasing him was fun.

The human sat up, gripping Doc's hips and pulling him closer to kiss him firmly when he licked his lips.

His hands slid down the man's sides slowly, tracing the lines of the scratches he'd left earlier.

"Should I fuck you like this or should I have some more fun first?" he asked with a soft purr, hips rocking upwards.a

Deacon slid into the man's lap eagerly, pressing up against him and kissing him deeply as his arms wrapped around his neck.

A shiver chased through him as the claw marks on his sides were rubbed up against, bringing his attention back to the aching of his body.

"I don't actually get a say in the matter."

He replied with a chuckle, he knew by now that Dario was going to do which ever one he wanted, it didn't matter what he chose.

"Smart boy," he purred softly.

His fingers continued to stroke up and down the man's sides idly.

What to do, what to do...

Oh, he had so many choices. Deciding what to do to the man would be difficult. How could he tease him?

One hand slid over the Warlock's hip to stroke between his cheeks, pressing against his entrance in fleeting touches.

"People always seem surprised by that."

He replied with a cheeky smirk as he looked up at Dario, his body grinding against the man slowly as his legs wrapped around his waist.

Leaning over he pressed kisses to his neck, lapping and nipping at his throat while Dario pondered, soft moans passing his lips as his entrance was stroked, his body pressing against the man more firmly.

He nuzzled against the side of the man's head as Doc kissed and nipped at his neck.

His fingers continued to stroke the man's entrance gently, teasing him with firm but unsatisfying touches.

Dario purred softly as his other hand slid from the Warlock's side to press between their bodies, stroking Doc's arousal in the same firm touches.

He was going to tease Deacon until he was begging to be taken.

His body pressed down against the fingers that stroked at his entrance but were yet to actually push into him, something he wasn't to pleased about.

However when Dario's hand pressed between them and started stroking at his arousal he gave a low moan in against the man's neck, his hips thrusting up into his grasp eagerly as his teeth dragged against his skin.

Deacon bit down sharply on his throat, his teeth tearing into the skin.

The human groaned softly as the skin of his neck was pierced.

The hand stroking his entrance reared back. Crack. A lot of force went into that slap. Enough to leave Dario's hand burning.

He shook his hand a little, trying to shift the tingling sensation.

There'd be a very clear hand print of Dario's hand on Doc's backside, that was for sure.

Deacon tore away from Dario's neck with a loud cry as his backside was struck firmly, his body pressing up against the man as he let out a small whimper.

His ass was burning as well as his balls now, seemed his more vulnerable areas were going to be thoroughly abused today.

His nails bit into the man's shoulder roughly as the stringing really set in, causing him to hiss a small moan.

Dario purred at the Warlocks loud cry.

Dario didn't need fancy equipment or lots of bondage to pull beautiful reactions out of people.

With just teasing him a little then slapping him, he'd pulled that wonderful cry from him.

He smirked when Doc's nails bit into his skin.

"Does that hurt, Red?" he cooed softly.

He groaned as his body slowly stopped tensing, relaxing up against him as he gave into the aching sensation.

"You're a bastard."

He muttered breathily as his arousal rubbed up against Dario's stomach.

Even in pain he was rock hard and yearning, grinding himself up against the man like a cat in heat.

"I've heard that one before," he chuckled softly.

Doc had called him a bastard numerous times since they'd been fucking each other.

The insult had no bite to it.

The tips of his fingers rubbed gently over the head of Doc's arousal.

"Horny little slut, aren't you?" he purred.

"You would be too, if you were in my position."

He couldn't help his body's natural reaction to pain, no matter how much he hissed or pulled away he was always going to get hard from it, he would always want more from the man.

A soft pleasured moan sounded as his arousal was rubbed gently, his hips pressing up into the man's hand to offer more of himself to his touch.

"Please just let me come."

He muttered as he writhed in Dario's lap, his head resting against the human's shoulder.

"I'm not a masochist."

A little scratch or a hard bite every now and again felt all right, but he didn't get enjoyment out of a lot of pain being forced upon him.

If he were put through everything that he'd done to Doc, or any of his other clients, he wouldn't be able to cope with it all. He'd probably be in tears, begging for the torture to end.

The rubbing of his fingers continued to concentrate on the head of the Warlock's arousal.

"No." Not yet. There was still a lot more teasing to be done.

A whine passed through him as he was denied, he wanted to have his release, this torment mixed with the arousal of just awaking up was making him desperate.

His arousal twitched in need as his head was rubbed against continuously.

His tongue lapped out at the wound on Dario's neck, licking up the small specks of blood that littered his skin.

Dario purred softly as the man lapped at his neck.

His fingers continued to tease the man's arousal gently as he began nipping at Doc's neck in return.

"How much do you want to come?"

He wanted to hear the pleads.

Or the grunts and denials. They were just as amusing.

"Asshole."

He muttered in response before offering up a small whimpered moan as his head was continuously teased.

Deacon could feel a small amount of moisture dripping from his tip but he wasn't being given enough stimulation to be able to come, only enough to keep working him up, making him feel like he was about to explode.

"Oh god.."

He cringed softly as his neck was nipped and his hips thrust up into the man's hand insistently.

"Dario please..."

He muttered, looking up at the man pleadingly.

"That one isn't new, either."

He'd been cursed so many times over the past few years that things like this had no effect on him any more.

If Doc wanted to curse him out, he'd have to get a Hell of a lot more creative than these generic insults.

"How much?" he asked again, fingers never wavering with their teasing.

"Tell me."

Deacon could feel his resolve wavering as his tip was continuously stroked.

Dario knew how to get to him, that much was obvious enough, he never relented in moments like these, never giving the Warlock an inch.

"I've never wanted to be fucked so badly before."

He replied in a whimper as his body writhed in against the man. Each and every time they were together Dario managed to tease him more and more.

Dario was a strong-willed person.

If he wanted something, he didn't budge until he got it. Right now he wanted to break Doc down into a begging, pleading mass.

He wasn't going to bow under Doc's whimpers.

Not until he was satisfied that Doc was begging and pleading as much as he wanted him to.

"Really? You don't seem needy enough to want it that bad yet."

"Dario..."

He growled, rubbing up against him demandingly, he was getting so frustrated and will frustration came aggravation.

His arousal was hard and throbbing in need, evidence enough of his desire and need for the man.

Though he knew that if Dario wasn't going to let him come yet, that there was little point fighting against him.

The human smirked darkly.

"Yes, Red?" he purred in response.

Doc was getting frustrated. That just served to amuse Dario even more. The Warlock wanted this so bad.

And Dario was denying him constantly.

He loved teasing people like this.

It always made their release that much more powerful in the end.