[C][M] Too Little, Too Late

"He is wearing a shirt."

Jarrod retorted as he pulled off his pants and tossed off his shirt, unashamed of being completely naked at all.

Skeptically he did as he was told, kneeling at Dario's feet, for no other reason than getting a better look at Deacon's stretched ass.

The Warlock cried out loudly, knowing that people downstairs would be able to hear him, the muscles of his thighs twitching as he forced himself to stand still, he hadn't had more than this inside of him before.

"He has a reason. If you felt uncomfortable without your shirt on, then you would be allowed to wear your shirt, too." His tone was firm and no-nonsense. He wasn't getting into this debate right now.

His lips quirked upwards when Jarrod knelt down in front of him.

He'd already inferred from that one sentence that Jarrod was the sort of person that went against rules a lot. He was opinionated and not scared of sharing those opinions. He was expecting a not-too-willing Submissive attitude from him.

"Keep yourself busy. My cock needs some attention. Stroke it and lick it. You don't need to suck it."

The man smirked as Doc cried out loudly. "Such a sexy sound. Do you think more men like Jarrod just headed to the bathroom to beat off?"

Jarrod could only imagine what kind of reason he had to want to keep his shirt on, his body looked fit enough from what he could see from the shirt peeling away from his stomach as he bent over.

Still, he didn't argue it too much, despite the fact he was a little sore about not being able to see the man completely exposed, a pretty boy like Red was his preferred type.

Jarrod pursed his lips but complied, he was feeling slightly generous since he had just been sucked off.

He licked his thumb generously, baring down on Dario's tip with it, drawing tight circles as he began be pump it firmly, his tongue lapping at the man's balls.

Dario groaned softly as the other human's wet thumb pressed against his tip, rubbing in firm circles against his sensitive skin.

His hips jerked a little as a moan bubbled up.

"You're making so many pretty noises, Red," he purred as another finger slowly pushed into him.

He was really working on stretching the man at the moment. Red would be sore, but he'd be stretched well for next time Dario wanted to play like this.

"Make more for me."

Deacon's head flew back as he cried out, adding another finger only intensified his torment.

He writhed in against Dario's hands, his member throbbing desperately as he stuck out from between his parted legs.

The man gave a low whimper as his body trembled, he was so incredibly aroused, being out in a public space, being abused like this while people listened down below.

"Please..."

He muttered in a small whispered plea that made Jarrod smirk, his hands working against Dario more firmly as he watch the Warlock being stretched.

"Please, what, Red? I'm not a mind reader."

The grin on his face told a different story, though. He didn't know what the man was thinking, but he knew what he wanted.

The poor Warlock wanted to come.

Poor thing was going to be waiting for a while.

He couldn't bring himself to feel bad about this.

"Do you want to touch him or should we let him suffer for a little longer?" he asked Jarrod as he slowly pushed a third finger in alongside the fist.

"Seven fingers. Well done, Red."

Deacon cried out again, a loud whimper following as he's legs almost buckled beneath him as the seventh finger was added.

He quickly caught himself, gripping onto his knees to brace his body in this position.

His arousal throbbed, a pool of moister gathering on his tip before dripping onto the floor beneath him. His body was so ready that he was about to burst but had nothing to push him over the edge.

"Please...let me come."

He begged as a shiver ran down his back as Jarrod stroked a hand over the back of his thigh before running his tongue over Dario's length.

"Add another."
Jarrod egged on, a dark purr rumbling in his chest as he sucked on Dario's tip firmly, trying to sway his decision.

"Can you take eight fingers?" he mused quietly, almost to himself.

Up until today he'd only every taken one fist. This would be leading towards two fists. A lot to take in such a little time.

After a little internal debate, the man shook his head.

No, he wouldn't force another finger into him. Not today, at least. Red was lucky that Dario didn't push people too far past their limits.

Dario began slowly thrusting his fingers and fist into the man, watching as his entrance stretched and strained around him.

"If you come, you'll be licking it up off the floor," he warned with a pleasant smile.

Deacon sobbed in frustration as the fist and fingers thrust into his body.

He was too full, his entrance felt like it was burning, the skin was pulled taut and the added friction was causing even more pain.

His body was completely out of its comfort zone and severely overwhelmed.

With another sob a tear streaked down his face, another drip falling from his arousal and onto the floor.

He didn't want to be shamed by having to lick up his own release from the filthy apartment staircase but he couldn't hold himself back much longer.

The man shivered almost violently when Doc began sobbing.

He'd driven him to tears. Nothing could beat the feeling he got when he pushed his submissives to cry. He loved hearing their body racked with sobs.

His hands continued to thrust firmly.

He wanted to push him over the edge. Make him cry out loudly as he came them watch his tear stained face pressed to the ground as he licked it all up afterwards.

Dario's hips rocked forwards into Jarrod's hand.

Jarrod pumped the man hard and fast, his fingers baring down against his arousal firmly as Deacon's cries aroused him further.

With each passing thrust Deacon sobbed more loudly, his body felt like it was tearing apart and the pleasure he was being forced to endure was turning painful.

It only took a few more thrusts, his arousal dripping again before he spilled out with a scream as his body tightened and throbbed against the fingers inside of him, sending waves of tortured pleasure and pain through his body.

Deacon blacked out for a brief moment, his trembling body buckling beneath him as he fell back against Dario's body, more tears streaked down his face, his arousal still throbbing without ever being touched, unable to offer up anything more despite it's obvious effort to.

Dario moaned softly as Jarrod's hands became firmer and more demanding.

He shivered with a loud appreciative groan when Doc screamed loudly. He was sure just about everyone in that club downstairs would have heard that. Were the people in the apartment just a few feet away sat listening to this, too?

When the man collapsed against him, he slowly pulled his fingers out of him, one hand at a time.

His arms wrapped around the man, stroking his hips gently.

"You did so well," he purred softly in Doc's ear, tongue laving over the shell slowly.

"You sounded so - ah - pretty." He gasped a moan as Jarrod's hands and tongue continued to tease him.

"But you came. You know what that means," he purred with a grin. Poor Red would be licking up every drop of semen from the floor.

Deacon gasped as the fingers pulled out of him, his body trying to close again but he had been stretched so wide that his entrance remained visibly open.

His hands gripped the arms wrapped around him as he trembled, his body slowly calming after that intense release.

He ached all over and cringed as Dario purred those words, his eyes turning down to the generous puddle on the floor.

"God, look at his ass."

Jarrod purred as he got a perfect view of Doc's throbbing ring which continued to constrict every time his body was raked by a shiver.

His hand and tongue worked against Dario more desperately as he tried to coax the man toward his release.

The human held Doc out when he was prompted to get a look at his ass.

He purred loudly as he stared down at the gape. One finger circled the circumference of the gape slowly.

"That seals the deal. We'll be doing this again just so I can get a look at that gape again." It was so rare he got to play with someone over and over again like he did with Doc. Seeing him gape like that after playing with him so much was just amazing.

The man's thighs twitched a little before he gave a breathless moan and spilled out onto the floor.

"More for you to clean up, courtesy of our friend here."

His hands moved, one resting on Red's shoulder while the other fisted in his hair, forcing him down to his knees.

"Every last drop of what's on the floor."

A shudder passed through his body as his ring throbbed in response to Dario's touch, trying to clench around his finger but currently unable to shrink down any further.

Deacon grunted and hissed as he was forced onto the ground, his body feeling weak and sore as his face was pressed to the ground.

With a repulsed shudder his tongue lapped out over the puddle, swallowing down each mouthful with a cringe.

When he had made it most the way through his body dry-heaved, threatening to throw up everything he had just ingested but he forced himself through it, lapping up everything they had both spilled.

Dario watched the Warlock silently as he began lapping up the puddles on the floor.

When he was content Doc was going to clean it all up no matter what, his gaze turned down to the other human.

"I suppose you want to come, too," he hummed softly.

His eyes trailed slowly down the man's body.

"Red, when you're finished, go grab a few ties from the loft."

Dario lowered himself to his knees and crooked a finger. "You, come here."

Deacon continued to clean up the puddle until nothing was left.

He felt queazy after being made to do that, gingerly he got to his fit and limping slightly back toward the loft to do as he had been told.

Once there be immediately ran to the bathroom to throw up before washing out his mouth and quickly grabbing the ties, making his way back.

Jarrod smirked as he was addressed moving closer to Dario as he was beckoned, this little trip upstairs was turning out to be quite a lot of fun.

"What're you smirking about, huh?"

His fingers stroked over the man's sides and chest before pinching a nipple harshly, twisting it painfully.

"You have nothing to smirk about. Now he's recovering, I'm moving my attention to you." Now was the time for the man to be looking worried.

"Can I leave marks?"

His nails scraped over the abused nipple, teasing it as he waited for the man's response.

Jarrod's face fell as he looked at Dario, he would be getting the man attention.

After seeing what he did to the redhead he wasn't sure he wanted to hand himself over to the man.

Though they did have the colour system, if he decided enough was enough he could end it.

He hissed loudly as his nipple was abuse, shying away from the man's touch.

"Go for it."

He muttered, putting on a brave face despite his nervousness.

With the man's permission to leave marks, he bent over to draw a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it firmly as his teeth scraped over it.

Jarrod was going to have quite a few marks to remember them by.

He released the man's nipple, bowing his head further to suck a patch of skin into his mouth, sucking and nipping and lapping at it until he was sure the skin was coming up in a large, dark bruise.

He smirked widely, tongue lapping at the mark.

His tongue traced a wet line up his chest to his neck, leaving another dark mark.

Slowly Deacon limped down the hallway and made his way down stairs, kneeling down beside the two men with a grunt and placing the ties down in front of Dario.

Jarrod groaned as teeth dragged against his nipple, a shiver running down his form as it was sucked on, as well as the other parts of his chest.

He could already see a mark forming on his skin as a sign that Dario had been there.

The man reached out to pat Doc's head when he knelt down at his side.

His teeth scraped over the other human's skin roughly again, causing the skin to flush red.

"Sit up straight. Arms behind your back," he barked as he pulled away from Jarrod and reached out to pick up the ties, running his fingers over them gently.

The man reached out to pat Doc's head when he knelt down at his side.

His teeth scraped over the other human's skin roughly again, causing the skin to flush red.

"Sit up straight. Arms behind your back," he barked as he pulled away from Jarrod and reached out to pick up the ties, running his fingers over them gently.