[C] Looks can be deceiving

Deacon's body tensed in relief as Demir began to move again, his body writhing as he attempted to rub up against him to get more stimulation.

His fingers thrust into the man more roughly, moving his fingers firmly and quickly.

He wanted to drive Demir as crazy as he was being driven himself.

The Warlock continued to mutter softly to himself as his head fell against the Shifter's shoulder.

"Don't beg, don't let him win, you can do this."

He murmured in Gaelic, the words blurring as he spoke.

That one thrust was all Doc got. After that one thrust, his body still again.

He grinned against Doc's shoulder, nipping the clothed skin roughly.

Doc had no chance here, even with his fingers working inside him as deliciously as they were.

Demir had a goal in mind and he wasn't going to stop until he completed said goal.

His hand grasped Doc's red hair, yanking it back so he could gaze down at his face. "Don't you look pretty like this, Doll-face?"

He gave a sob as the man stopped moving again, the frustration and desire in his body at the moment were driving him mad and he couldn't handle it any more.

He just wanted to come until he saw stars then curl up at home after being tormented like this.

Deacon yelped as his hair was gripped as his head yanked back he glared up at the man and struggled in his grasp.

"Bastard...."

He growled as he tried to break free of his grasp, at this point he would happily just finish himself to get some relief.

Did Doc even realise that he wasn't speaking English?

A wide smirk curled his lips. That was perfect.

He pulled out of the man completely and dragged Doc off the counted by his hair. He spun Doc around and forced his chest down onto the counter so he was bent over it with his ass in the hair.

With one hand fisted tightly in Doc's hair, he slapped the Warlock's cheeks roughly until they both sported bright red hand prints.

Then he thrust into the man, hips slapping against Doc's backside with a brutal force over and over as he started a rough pace.

He'd have Doc screaming.

Doc had no idea what language he was speaking when he was like this, both languages just melted together and normally he would murmur in a mix of the two.

He gasped as he was pulled out of, grunting as he was forced down onto the counter, looking over his shoulder with a glare.

It wasn't until he was slapped then thrust into that he finally stopped growling, the sound replaced by a loud cry.

His hands gripped uselessly at the counter as his eyes went wide and he tensed.

"Scream for me, Doll-face," Demir purred darkly.

He yanked Doc's head back so his back arched.

"Tell me just how much you want this." His voice was a low raspy grunt now as his hips thrust brutally into Doc.

He wanted the man to cry out and scream and just enjoy the rough treatment.

After the tormenting slow pace being thrust into so brutally only made it feel even rougher.

He gave a violent shudder as his body jerked with each movement.

The Warlock didn't need to be told to scream, he cried out loudly as his head was yanked back, his cheeks filling with colour as he saw his own lustful face in the mirror, if he ever looked like a whore, it was now, even he was embarrassed by how his face looked at the moment.

"Come on, Doll."

He yanked sharply at Doc's hair again.

His eyes met with Doc's in the mirror as he continued to thrust into him roughly, his brutal pace never slowing.

"Tell me how much you want this."

Deacon gasped loudly as his head was yanked up, looking at Demir's gaze through the glass.

In this moment he wished he wasn't wearing his shirt, he wanted to see his naked body writhing and panting as he was fucked, he wanted to see how the muscles in his stomach were jolting and clenching as he was rammed into.

The Warlock looked up at Demir, his eyes a haze of lust. His mouth opened and all that emerged was a barely audible mutter in a language that the Shifter didn't understand.

He bit into his lip with a loud moan as his arms shook beneath him, buckling as he pressed his body down against the counter, unable to handle the function of holding him up any longer.

Demir's feral grin widened as Doc's arms collapsed under him.

The Shifter leaned over to let his lips caress Doc's ear as his eyes stayed locked on Doc's, not letting the man pull his lustful gaze away from him.

"Come on, Doll, tell me all your dirty desires."

The longer Demir stared at him the more he seemed to melt, the man's gaze was bringing out a more desperate side of him.

Being watched, knowing someone is seeing him at his worst, when he acts most depraved, it always made him more aroused.

He gave a whine as those devilish lips caressed his ear, sending a jolt through his entire body, if he ever felt like prey, it was now.

His lips moved again, unable to get the words out through his moaning.

"Eyes..."

He finally muttered, his gaze still locked onto Demir's despite the rest of his body yielding.

"I want them to see."

He could hear everyone moving around and talking outside, he could hear the muffled music, no doubt people walking by could hear his moans but they couldn't see what they were doing.

"Dirty little slut, want everyone to see you like this, huh?"

His hips bucked into Doc's hard, forcing the man forwards roughly. The hand still gripping his hair tightly jerked him back so Doc couldn't move much.

"Scream loud enough," he purred darkly, "and they'll be racing in to see you."

Shame and embarrassment flared through him, heating his skin as Demir spoke.

He was a dirty little slut, he could admit that, at the very least if people saw him as a slut they might be able to look past his surface appearance.

Being a whore was better than people thinking of him only as a druggie.

The Warlock cried out as he was jerked backwards as the Shifter's body pounded into him, at this point he was trembling as he tried to stay upright, his body becoming slick with sweat.

Demir gave a soft pleased growl as Doc cried out.

"Louder," he ordered, his hips rocking forwards brutally.

He wanted to hear him scream. He wanted better, louder reactions out of the Warlock.

He wouldnt stop until he got them.

Deacon replied to the order with a loud scream as his body was pounded into, forced up against the counter which smashed against his hips with each thrust.

His member jolted and bobbed at their pace as it hung out in front of him, begging to be touched.

His hand reached down as he grabbed himself, a gasp whistling through his teeth as he stroked his arousal, the sheer amount of pleasure and pain flowing through him had his mind spinning.

Demir gave a soft warning growl when Doc began stroking himself, yanking firmly on his hair.

"Not yet," he hissed.

He wouldn't let Doc pleasure himself yet.

He was having far too much fun torturing him like this.

Doc growled back in return as his hand slipped away from his arousal reluctantly.

Instead in his hands gripped onto the counter, trying to hold himself in place as he was pounded into.

"Going to come soon regardless."

He hissed through clenched teeth, he couldn't put up with this kind of treatment for long without getting worked up.

Demir grinned widely.

That was just what he wanted. He wanted to push the man so far that he came without stimulation to his cock.

He was certain that would make this something that the Warlock couldn't forget.

Deacon shuddered as he saw the man's grin in the mirror.

He was definitely enjoying inflicting such torment, with the man's arousal hitting up against his prostate so roughly he wouldn't be able to hold out and he knew a release without having his member touched was going to bring him to his knees.

Doc took a sharp breath as his cock twitch and gave a throb in warning, any second now he was going to give in.

Demir's hand slid from Doc's hips, caressing up his stomach slowly, teasing him with slight brushes of his nails.

He pinched a nipple roughly, tugging it sharply as he bit into the Warlock's neck.

Blood dribbled down the Scottish man's neck and chest.

Deacon jerked violently as he was bitten and his nipple tugged.

He shuddered as he felt his own blood dribble down his neck and soak into the fabric of his shirt.

Normally he didn't allow people to break his skin, at least not with their teeth, he could hide his magic fairly well but there was no hiding it when it came to blood, the magic that flowed through his veins was too potent not to notice.

He screamed out as his cock twitched again, his body surrendering as he came, hard. He trembled as his release splattered up the mirror.

Demir shuddered at the taste of the man's blood.

Holy shit. He hadn't tasted blood anything like it. His tongue immediately began lapping eagerly at the man's neck as he pressed Demir forwards against the counter roughly, holding him in place with his body weight.

A deep feline purr rumbled in his chest.

"Stop..."

Deacon groaned as he was pinned against the counter and his blood was lapped at.

It wasn't something he gave out to any person on the street and he was about to blow his cover to a stripper, he had worked too long and hard to create a believable disguise.

Doc reared his elbow back, striking Demir in the ribs roughly as he tried to pull away from his over-eager tongue.

Physically Doc wasn't much stronger than a human, they were some of the weakest supernaturals, but they made up for their weak bodies with tremendous amounts of magic, the use of which boosted them back up to among the most formidable.

It took a moment for Demir to come back to himself after Doc struck him ribs.

With a great effort, the Shifter pulled himself away from the warlock licking his lips slowly.

"What is that?" he murmured softly, the purr still heavily marring his voice.

Deacon growled and gripped the bite mark on his neck, hissing as he applied pressure to it.

"That was you being a fucking animal and maiming me."

He replied as he backed up a little, still pressing his body against the counter, he had been fucked so heavily that he didn't trust his legs to hold him up at the moment.