[C] Looks can be deceiving

"Does it look like you're the one with control in this situation?" Demir asked with a chuckle, grinning down at Doc.

His pace continued at that maddeningly slow thrust as his grin widened.

Demir was in control. Demir chose the pace they were going at.

At the moment it was this pace.

Doc's eyes narrowed as he glared up at the man, he knew he had no power to make demands, it was obvious that Demir was dominant, that was the reason he had picked the man.

Still, he wanted more than this, he needed more.

He gave a frustrated hiss and writhed against the man, his eyes glancing at the mirror, that just made things worse, he swallowed thickly as his arousal twitched.

Demir gave a low purr as Doc's gaze flickered to the mirror.

"Hot seeing your own body get drilled, isn't it? Even if you're left at the edge, not quite getting the pleasure you need to push yourself over."

The shifter gave Doc's member a fleeting stroke.

"Are you imagining how fast I can move, wondering what it'll feel like?"

Deacon gave an involuntary moan as his arousal was stroked, causing a shiver to run through him.

He growled in frustration as the man's words only served to work him up further.

"Damn you," he muttered with a shudder as he gripped onto the man and pulled him closer, grinding up against him so his arousal rubbed against Demir's stomach as he lifted his hips to move against the man's member more quickly, he was getting desperate for more.

"Can't damn a man that doesn't believe."

When Doc's hips lifted off the counter, Demir give a playful little tut and grasped Doc's hips firmly, pushing them down onto the counter and holding them in place.

"Nu-uh."

He gave a brutal thrust before returning to his slow teasing. "I'm the one in control. My pace."

Demir had to be in control because Deacon felt completely out of control.

His body was aching in desire and when the Shifter thrust into his brutally for the one movement he let out a single frustrated sob as his body jerked in Demir's grasp.

He couldn't move and the man wouldn't give him more, still Deacon didn't admit defeat, instead he began to toy with the man to work him up as well, leaning down he latched onto a nipple, biting into it sharply before rolling it between his teeth.

Demir groaned softly as he felt the sharp sting of being bitten.

One hand left its place at Doc's hip to slide into his long red hair, gripping it firmly as his slow pace continued.

He gave a low purring moan.

Doc knew he just had to take pleasure in what he could, as such he continued to toy with the man's nipple.

He nibbled at it, bit it sharply, dragged his teeth over it and sucked on it before moving to the next one and continuing his process.

His own little moan sounded as the small nubs hardened in his mouth, his hands stroking over Demir's back, pulling his closer as he continued.

"Enjoying yourself?" Demir purred as Doc teased at his nipples.

His fingers ran through the man's long hair, occasionally giving a sharp yank as his hips rocked in that painfully slow movement.

"Or distracting yourself?"

His hand slid out of Doc's hair to stroke only his fingertips over Doc's arousal.

"From this." He dipped his hand lower, caressing Doc's balls before pushing a finger into him alongside his arousal. "Or this. I bet both of them want more."

Deacon groaned each time his hair was yanked, he was trying hard not to focus on the slowly building arousal inside of him and the horribly slow pace that was driving him mad.

He gave a whimper as the finger tips pressed to his arousal, his hips attempting to buck forward.

A gasped moan escaped him as a finger pushed into his along side the man's arousal.

"Please..."

He groaned out, writhing in place, no longer able to sit still as he pulled away from Demir's nipples.

He kissed the man's neck and jaw in a silent plead for more.

"Nu-uh," he responded to the plead.

Not yet.

He turned his head to nip roughly at Doc's jaw, sucking a patch of skin into his mouth to leave a nice mark.

"Beg for me, bitch," he purred.

Deacon whined softly, he had learned long ago how to beg like a good little whore though the thought of begging was still something that made him purse his lips.

"Please."

He muttered in a husky breath, pressing up against the man in obvious desperation.

His body was physically aching with desire and he had been left unsatisfied for far too long.

"Fuck me..."

He murmured in the man's ear, his words a near whisper as he drew Demir's earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it.

Demir purred as Doc sucked gently on his earlobe.

He wouldn't give into his pleads yet, though. He had a specific plan laid out for him.

He wasn't going to do anything until he was ready to.

"Is this not enough, Doc?" he purred deeply as his hips pushed slowly into the Warlock.

Deacon gave a long groan as he was pushed into slowly, his entrance clenched around Demir's member as he was pushed further into his own state of arousal.

"No..."

He answered, writhing in place, unable to move his hips because of the man's grip.

Already he could feel his heart beating fast in his desire, he needed more than this, these slow movements were driving him mad, he was already at the point where he gave an involuntary whimper as he buried his face in against the man's neck.

Demir's hand stroked down Doc's back when he buried his face into his neck.

Cute.

"Do you want more than this? Do you want to scream as I fuck you into this counter? Do you watch yourself getting fucked so hard?" His voice was a deep, throaty purr as his fingers roamed Doc's back.

Deacon's nails bit into the man's flesh as he held onto him tightly, scared that if he loosened his grip then Demir might pull away from him and leave him in this state.

"Yes..."

He breathed out his words against the man's neck, a shiver running through him as he could hear the desperation and desire in his own voice, he couldn't stand being left in a state like this.

"I wonder if I could fuck you so hard you'll come without me touching your cock," Demir mused as his hips rocked at that same slow pace.

His nails scared firmly down Doc's back.

"Do you think it's possible, Doc? Can I fuck you so hard you'll come for me?"

A wicked grin curled his lips.

He took in a gasped breath as the nails ran down his back, the burning feeling causing him to groan out and his arousal to twitch.

Deacon shook his head defiantly, not wanting to open his mouth just in case he whimpered or whined.

He didn't want to go without his arousal being touched and at the same time he didn't believe that Demir could even fuck him that hard, the man hadn't shown such power yet.

Demir hadn't shown even a fraction of his power yet.

That would be a surprise for Doc.

"I don't appreciate the silence when I ask a question," Demir tutted.

His nails tore into Doc's back roughly as he thrust into him brutally for a few moments. His pace slowed back down immediately after.

"Do you think I can fuck you so hard you come?"

Deacon cried out, head tossing back as his back was torn into and Demir thrust up into him roughly for a short while.

"No!"

He growled back, shuddering up against the man. It was a rarity that he was able to come from penetration alone, normally he needed to be touched, even a little bit, just to send him over the edge.

"Challenge accepted."

That was a challenge he planned to beat at some point in time. He'd like to see Doc's body so overwhelmed that he came just from penetration.

His hips continued at that slow pace as he gave a soft hum.

"Enjoying yourself, Doc?"

"No."

He repeated with a scowl as he glared at the man, he couldn't stand this slow pace, it was making him desperate.

Doc's hands slid down the man's back in his desperation and pressed against Demir's entrance.

He wasted no time in pushing two fingers into him and thrusting into him deep and slow.

Demir gave a soft groan as he was penetrated.

"This tells me you are enjoying this." His hand came up to stroke Doc's member gently.

"But if you don't like it, I guess I could just stop." His hips rocked, pushing himself deep then just stopping. His hips stayed in place, deep within Doc, as he waited for the man to crack.

Deacon gave a groan as his arousal was stroked, his hips attempting to buck forward despite being held in place.

"More..."

He breathed the words which were barely audible through his soft panting as he writhed.

Doc bit into his own lip as his fingers continued to thrust deep into Demir, whining when the man stopped inside of him.

"Cruel man..."

He whimpered in his native tongue, his voice thick and deep.

Demir tilted his head with a strained little grin when Doc muttered words in a language he didn't know.

In his experience with multilingual people in these situations they reverted back to their language of origin when they were so worked up that they couldn't think straight.

He himself did that when he was too worked up.

His hips gave a long, slow thrust.