[C] Looks can be deceiving

Demir's own feelings were hot and cold for the man. He was hot and he wanted his body without a shadow of a doubt, but this was the man pulling some of his best friends into some really dark shit.

Demir's teeth reluctantly tore away from Doc's neck when the man turned in his grasp.

The Tiger gave a low growl when his own neck was bitten into.

His hips rocked forwards, forcing Doc to press back against the wall firmly.

One hand slid around Doc's throat, gripping the Warlock's jaw tightly as he dragged him away from his neck.

Demir's lips crashed down against Doc's with a bruising force.

Deacon grunted as he was forced against the wall, not liking that the man had him pinned against it.

He gave a low growl as his jaw was gripped and he was pulled away from Demir's neck, he wanted to tear the man apart in frustration and was being denied the ability to.

His growls rose as lips pressed against his, forced upon him by the shifter.

He gave a guttural growl as he kissed the man back with brute force, his lips moving against Demir's without restraint.

He bit and tore and the shifter's lower lip, pulling it into his mouth to suck on it firmly.

His hands on the man's hips went from trying to push him away to sliding over his backside and pulling him flush up against his own body.

Demir's hips began to rock again Doc's in a firm, fast rhythm as he dragged one leg up to hitch around his waist.

The shifted moaned as his split lip was sucked into the Warlock's mouth.

His hand fisted in Doc's hair, giving it a firm tug.

Doc wouldn't let himself be denied again, he would drive Demir into a frenzy until the man couldn't resist him.

His hands slid between the Shifter's cheeks and this time he thrust two fingers into him roughly, curling them as he hooked both of his legs over the man's hips, holding him close as he played with him.

Deacon groaned as his hair was tugged, glaring up at Demir a little as his tongue stroked over his own lips, purring as some of the shifter's blood swept over it, he wasn't avoiding breaking the skin anymore.

Demir's head tossed back with a loud gasp as Doc's fingers hooked inside of him. His hips pressed forwards firmly, grinding against Doc's exposed backside. The rough fabric of his thong rubbed firmly against the Warlock's exposed skin.

In return his hand slid from the Warlock's thigh to push two fingers firmly into him. His pace was fast and unrelenting.

A deep purr rumbled in his chest as his hips rocked and ground desperately against him.

Doc purred with a deep satisfaction as he saw the man's head toss back like that, seeing him slowly falling apart by his hand was a beautiful sight.

He tensed and groaned as the fingers were force inside of him again, his hips bucking with each movement, trying to get more.

His own hand moved at Demir's unrelenting pace, giving the Shifter a taste of his own medicine.

"The mirror...."

Deacon purred huskily in the man's ear, his tongue trailing over the shell of it as he nodded toward the row of sinks and the large mirror that covered the entirety of the wall there. He wanted to be able to see the two of them tangled together like this.

He wanted to be able to watch them fuck, plus, he couldn't help his exhibitionist tendencies.

Demir's gaze turned to the side to gaze at the mirrors in a line to their right.

With his fingers still buried in the man, he used the strength in his other arm to carry the Warlock towards them.

He was glad that the sinks were all singular units with a space between them. Demir laid Doc out on one the edge of one counter lengthways as he fit himself between the gap between counters.

His fingers pushed deeper up to his knuckles as he pushed one leg up to Doc's chest so the man could see himself take the fingers easier.

Deacon grunted as the hand stilled in him, the jolting from Demir walking causing him to give a breathy moan.

He glanced at the mirrors and bit his lip as his own form and the shifter's naked body came into view, he had to admit that the man looked stunning between his legs like this.

His gaze turned back up to Demir, gasping a moan as the fingers pushed deeper into him.

His own fingers drove into Demir roughly, picking up speed as he stretched them apart inside of the Shifter, his free hand gripped the back of Demir's neck as he leaned up and latched onto a nipple sharply.

Demir groaned softly when Doc's fingers began moving inside him roughly as the man leaned up to tease a nipple.

"Fucking slut," he grunted softly. "So turned on by being able to see yourself."

The Shifter's free hand slid away from Doc's thigh. He gave it a firm slap. "Keep that there," he ordered as his hand moved to his own body, slipping down his stomach and into his thong to stroke himself a few times before pulling himself out of the thin scrap of black material.

He rubbed his plump head against the Doc's backside, just under his filled entrance.

"Can you see that? My cocks ready to fill that greedy ass of yours."

Doc jolted slightly when his thigh was slapped, he hadn't been expecting it, though he still enjoyed the rough treatment.

He purred at the man's grunted words, if he wasn't a slut he wouldn't be here paying for sex.

His eyes trailed down Demir's body as the man stroked himself, Deacon pulled his own lip into his mouth to stop himself from groaning as he watched.

When he couldn't see what Demir was doing he looked into the mirror and watched, his heart beating harder in his chest at what he saw.

"Let me have it."

He growled huskily, his tone deep and needy as he gaze flicked up to the man. His eyes were filled with desire and determination.

Demir shook his head with a grin.

"Your ass wants my fingers too much." Just to show him the truth of that, he pulled his two fingers out of the man and thrust three back in, right up to the knuckle.

He stretched his fingers inside the Warlock as he continued to stroke himself, rubbing up against Doc's backside.

Deacon's head tossed back in a loud moan as he was given another finger.

In return he pushed a third into Demir and spread them wide, thrusting them hard and fast.

"It wants your cock more."

He admitted as he pushed himself down against the fingers, pulling Demir closer by pushing his fingers into the man roughly.

His free hand reached up and gripped Demir's hair, tugging it sharply as he pulled the man down into a kiss.

Demir jerked with a soft moan when Doc pushed a third finger into him and used that to pull him closer.

He pulled his fingers out of the man slowly, dragging his nails over the sensitive flesh roughly as he did so.

He planed his hand against Doc's thigh, pushing it closer to his chest as he was dragged over to kiss the Warlock.

The Shifter began rubbing the head of his arousal against Doc's entrance slowly.

"Show me how much it wants me."

Demir jerked with a soft moan when Doc pushed a third finger into him and used that to pull him closer.

He pulled his fingers out of the man slowly, dragging his nails over the sensitive flesh roughly as he did so.

He planed his hand against Doc's thigh, pushing it closer to his chest as he was dragged over to kiss the Warlock.

The Shifter began rubbing the head of his arousal against Doc's entrance slowly.

"Show me how much it wants me."

Deacon gave a keening whine as the fingers pulled out of him and dragged over his flesh.

His thighs tensed as he writhed in place.

His arousal visibly twitched as Demir's arousal rubbed against his entrance, everything the man did made him more needy.

Deacon's entrance puckered, tightening as it was rubbed up against, inviting the man in.

The Warlock clenched his stomach until his entrance gaped, opening as much as he could to entice the man, showing him how much his fingers had prepared him.

Demir purred as the Warlock's entrance flexed for him.

When it gaped, he slowly pushed the head of his arousal into him, then stopped. He held still with only the head of his arousal pushed into him.

"Is this what your greedy little ass wanted? My cock inside of you?"

His hand pushed Doc's head to the side and held it in place so he was forced to look at himself in the mirror.

Deacon groaned as the head of the man's arousal pushed into him, whining as it stopped, he wanted more than this.

He tried to jerk his head away as he was forced to look in the mirror, unable to stop himself as his eyes trailed down to his own ass, pulsing greedily as it tightened around Demir's cock, begging for more.

"Yes..."

He muttered, unable to stop the small blush that flushed his pale cheeks.

The embarrassment of seeing how slutty his body looked like this, he looked like he was straight out of a porno and he loved it, the embarrassment only fueled his desire. Knowing there was a large group of people just beyond this wall made it all the better.

"Little whore just can't get enough, can you?"

His hips moved forwards slowly, pushing himself into Doc at a painfully slow pace. He pulled out at the same slow pace until just his head was pressed inside of him again.

Then he stopped.

"Tell me what sort of fucking your ass wants. Does it want to be teased until it cant take it any more? Or does it want to be fucked so hard that it won't forget me?"

Deacon smirked and shook his head slowly as his eyes flicked back up to the man.

He couldn't have enough, he was a lustful creature and wanted everything he could get.

"I've been with a lot of men, you think you can make that sort of impression on my ass?"

He would be impressed if Demir could, though he doubted the man had that sort of ability, could he put himself on par with men like Dario?

"You won't forget me, Doc."

He was certain of this fact. Doc would not forget him any time soon. He was certain he'd be remembered and become the centre of many of his fantasies.

Demir gave another slow thrust into the Warlock.

"I'm not as big as Dario or Basat, but I know how to use my cock on filthy little sluts like you."

"Prove it."

He challenged with a purr, he was flirting with the man yet still being completely serious, if this man could make him remember him, if he could stand out amongst the countless bodies he had welcome into his bed then he wanted to see it.

"Fuck me up against this mirror until I'm drooling and I can't even remember my own name despite the fact I'm screaming yours."

His lips decended on the man's neck, biting and sucking it on firmly as he pressed his hips down against him, urging him on.

Demir grinned widely at the challenge.

He thoroughly enjoyed challenges like this. They were a lot of fun.

Seeing Doc so overcome with pleasure that he could hardly function would be an immensely pleasurable experience, too.

His hips began rocking in that painfully slow pace, pushing into him until his hips pressed firmly against the Warlock's backside before pulling out so only his head was stretching him.

He would drive him mad with this slow pleasure before fucking him so hard that he'd be sobbing.

Deacon gave a small groan as the man filled him, pressing down against him as Demir's pelvis pressed against his backside.

His groan turned into a growl when the man didn't speed up, he couldn't stand this slow pace.

It wasn't enough to satisfy him all it did was build his body up and leave him lingering, desperate for more.

Doc glared up at the Shifter as Demir grinned widely.

Demir's grin just widened as Doc growled up at him.

He was just doing what was asked of him.

He was going to make sure Doc was a mess as he screamed out his release in the best orgasm he'd ever had.

"More."

He murmured in a husky command, he needed more than this he wanted to be sated and wild.

This slow pace, it was too controlled, too restrained, it was maddening and at this point he was losing his patience for what he could endure in order to get what he wanted.