[O] Where Is The Fun?

Espiridion foot raised when Silt attempted to get up.

He pressed his foot against the Demon's chest and pushed, sending the man sprawling on his back.

The Vampire stood, his foot still planted firmly on the centre of the Demon's chest.

"That wasn't very nice," he murmured softly, leaning over so he was resting on his knee, pushing his weight onto Silt's chest.

The backs of his fingers stroked gently over Silt's cheek.

Silt grunted as he was pushed back onto the floor, landing back on his arms with a heavy thud.

He gave a threatening growl as the man knelt on his chest.

"Just because you're paying to fuck me, doesn't make you my Master."

He muttered, his eyes narrow and his expression displeased.

"Whereas that is true, I paid and paid double for a good time."

He wanted a good time. Vanilla wasn't something he was all that interested in.

He wanted something hot and hard and bruising for both of them.

But if Silt was really against being dominated, he would back off. He didn't push when someone spoke the words no. He'd been raised well, for what little parental raising he'd had.

His hand gripped the Demon's jaw roughly.

"I expect to get my moneys worth."

He gave a threatening growl as his jaw was gripped, baring his teeth at the man, his tail whipped out around him, showing his displeasure with the whole situation.

He had been brought and paid for, and now he had to deliver the goods, no matter how much he hated submitting to someone unworthy.

"You've made your point, Sir."

Silt growled the words, he would play this man's game, no matter how much he wanted to rebel against him. After all, he needed the money.

A grin curled the Vampire's lips.

He leaned forwards to steal a rough kiss from the Demon. Now he was playing by his games, said games would begin.

"My shoes are still dirty."

Es stepped back and sat down on the couch again.

He picked up the crop he'd dropped and began toying with it idly.

Silt kissed him back, biting onto the man's lip firmly as he pulled away.

The Demon couldn't help but huff, so they were still going to do this were they? Fine.

He got up onto his knee awkwardly since he didn't have the use of his arms, shuffling toward the man on his knees before leaning over.

He shot the man one last glare before his tongue lapped out over the leather, cleaning them slowly.

"Good boy," he crooned when Silt bowed at his feet.

He stroked the Demon's cheek and neck with the tongue of the crop.

The crop stroked lower, teasing over a nipple with a gentle feather-light touch.

Espiridion's lips quirked upwards slightly as gazed down at Silt. The Demon really looked good kneeling at his feet.

Despite his grumpy attitude Silt was aroused, this man he had never met before suddenly had him at his feet, licking his shoes clean.

It wasn't something any normal person could get him to do, yet here he was.

A shiver flowed through him as his nipple was teased, his licks becoming more generous, he wanted to get past this point so they could have some real fun that both could enjoy.

"Loosen the laces with your teeth," he ordered in a soft rasp as he raised the crop to stroke it over the Demon's throat.

He was satisfied his shoes were clean. Now they could move on a little.

Espiridion wanted to get to something much more fun as much as Silt did.

But Es had a routine planned in his head.

He swallowed thickly as the crop stroked over his throat, just the threat of getting struck had him yearning.

His teeth grasped onto the laces of his shoes, yanking the knot apart before loosening the laces so the each boot eventually opened loosely.

Silt licked his lips as he looked up at the man, he was looking forward to some decent fun.

Espiridion toed off his boots when they were loosened.

Next he kicked off his socks. His toes stretched for a moment before lifting slightly, coaxing Silt to begin licking at his bare feet.

His crop snapped gently against the Demon's shoulder to coax him further.

He wanted to see the Demon's tongue and lips caress his feet.

Cu'Silt's nose wrinkled a little, he had never found feet particularly appealing.

He gave a low warning growl as the crop struck his skin, he didn't want to do this but caved easily enough, leaning his head down and lapping his tongue along the top of his foot slowly.

The Demon was good with his tongue but hesitant of exploring the man's foot with it.

Still, he swallowed what little pride he had as his tongue caressed over the ball of the man's foot before drawing one of his toes into his mouth and sucking on it.

The man was so hesitant but he still did as he ordered.

He loved seeing being submit to him even when they were hesitant to do something like this.

Espiridion had a way of getting people to do what he wanted.

"Good boy."

The crop stroked over the Demon's neck and shoulder again.

His tongue continued to lap and stroke his foot and Silt tried to focus on something else.

His mind wandered a little, debating whether or not Dario would be up for playing with him after this.

The man was cooing to him as if he were his dominant, Silt didn't particularly like that, as such his teeth sunk into the side of the Vampire's foot, biting him firmly.

Taunt an angry dog and you're going to get bitten.

The Vampire's lips parted in a sharp gasp when Silt bit him.

His back arched a little as his eyes rolled back in his head. His toes curled a little as he breathed a moan.

Fuck, that Demon had some teeth on him.

His hand gripped Silt's hair roughly, dragging him up to kiss his with a bruising force as he dragged the man closer to him. His his rocked and ground up against Silt's firm body as his tongue forced its way into his mouth.

Silt's anger was quelled somewhat when the man dragged him up and kissed him with such ferocity.

His jaw unclenched, allowing the tongue to invade his mouth as he kissed the man back.

His teeth dragged across the Vampire's tongue before biting his lip sharply, purring when the taste of blood swept over his tongue.

Idly he wondered how much damage he could do to the man with his teeth alone while they fucked.

Espiridion groaned softly into the kiss when his lips was bitten.

His nails bit into the Demon's bare cheek, dragging over his backside and leaving deep red cuts that dripped blood. His nails werent as weak as a humans. He could do some damage with those nails.

"When did I say you could bite me?" he murmured against the Demon's lips before leaning in for another rough kiss.

He had wanted to take this slow and have some fun. But now he was so worked up after being bitten that he just wanted to throw Silt down and fuck him hard.

He pushed against the Demon's muscular stomach, knocking him back to the floor as he stood, shaking off his hands so he was just wearing his corset and the shirt that hardly covered any of his chest.

He stood above Silt holding the crop firmly.

The tongue of the crop licked against Silt's stomach with slow caresses before lashing his arousal, poorly clothed in the small thong he wore.

"I don't believe you did."
He murmured with a large grin, he had done it because he had wanted to, no other reason.

The Demon groaned as he was kiss, the kiss becoming rougher as his cheeks were sliced open.

Silt grunted as he was pushed onto the floor, landing awkwardly on his bound arms.

His head tossed back in a cry as his arousal was whipped, causing him to shudder almost violently.

He liked that shudder.

Could he pull more out of him?

The crop met with Silt's arousal again and again with varying intensity as he gazed down at him.

He'd love to see Silt completely bound and at his mercy as he teased and played with him.

Each strike to his arousal caused the Demon to writhe and cry out, remaining hard throughout the whole ordeal.

Silt bit into his lip sharply as he tried to muffle his cries, his gaze staying locked on the man above him.

His eyes darkened in lust, this man was finally asserting himself and showing some command.

His eyes stayed trained on the Demon's arousal through the torture.

Still hard.

He was enjoying this as much as Espiridion himself was. He'd found himself a proper masochist. He didn't find a lot of those around.

The crop stroked over the man's stomach to stroke and lash against his nipples; first one then the other.

Silt was breathing hard at this point, his breath coming in hard pants as he stared at the man, his gaze hardening.

His stomach clenched in response to the crops presence on his body, flinching before he writhed as his nipples were struck.

He cried out again, his head tossing back as his back arched against the floor.

The Vampire's lips stretched into his smug little grin.

The Demon was enjoying this a lot and his reactions to the crop were beautiful.

Espiridion took a few steps to the side, walking around the Demon. His foot pushed under the man's back, nudging him over so he was lying on his stomach.

"Onto your knees. Legs spread," he ordered in the soft, firm husky voice he always used when giving orders.

Silt grunted as he was rolled over, his body weight baring down on his sore arousal.

He struggled a little but pushed himself up onto his knees and spread his legs apart, the more the Vampire man handled him and asserted his authority, the more responsive Silt was becoming to it.

A shiver ran through the length of his body, this treatment was turning him on immensely.

The crop slid between Silt's parted thighs, stroking over his arousal and balls gently.

When the tongue pressed against his exposed entrance, he reared back to give it a firm spank with the leather.

The crop moved in a continuous blur after that, leaving welts across the Demon's backside, varying between using just the tongue of the crop to using the length of the shaft.

He loved seeing the skin brighten to a lovely pink colour as he abused it.