[C] looking for a good time

He listened, a little smile growing on his lips as Doc blushed and struggled through the report.

"Good boy." His fingers skimmed up the back of Ian's thigh, and patted his backside gently.

"And you were very good and didn't come." His hand slid down between Dea's parted thighs, and stroked the Warlock's balls with the tips of his fingers. "I bet there are achy now. You want me to make good on my promise, sweetness?"

Deacon half expected to be spanked as Ian pet his backside. The man was going easy on him at the moment.

His body relaxed as he was praised, nestling in against the man, pressing a kiss to Ian's shoulder.

He gave a soft gasp as Ian's fingers feathered over his balls, they were sore at this point, he was pent up and tender.

"Yes....please...."
He murmured in a shaky breath.

He shifted the arm that he was lying on, bending it at the elbow so he could get a good grip on Dea's red hair and pull it back, giving him access to the man's lips.

He laid a good few pecks on the man's lips as his fingers continued to tease in light touches, nothing more than glancing brushes of his fingertips.

Ian captured the Warlock's upper lip between his own and sucked it gently.

Deacon grunted as his hair was pulled back, his body arching back with it.

He melted into the kisses, they had only just began but he desired more.

The feather like touches to his body were blissful torture, causing a painful ache deep inside of him that demanded to be satisfied.

A small groan escaped him as his lip was sucked, his tongue peeking out to lick Ian's bottom lip.

"Do you what would look totally hot?" he questioned when he pulled back, after making sure that Dea's lip was nice and fat.

He wound the Warlock's hair around his palm and pulled it back gently until Dea's head was pulled so far back that he could get to his neck easily.

"A hook attached to this mop. Your back arched all pretty for me... Wouldn't it be nice?" His lips cracked into a crooked, toothy grin. "Do you have one?"

Deacon swallowed thickly as head head was slowly guided back by his hair, Bening bent back like this made him feel quite exposed.

He chewed his bottom lip as Ian spoke, those mental images made his cock twitch in excitement.

"Yeah, in the chest..."

He replied, nodding toward the foot of the bed where a large chest sat, it was filled with all the toys he regularly used.

His gaze turned over to the chest, and he eyed it for a long moment.

Then he unwound the hair from his hand and let Dea free. He laid back on his back and crossed his legs leisurely at the ankle.

"Go get me the hook and your two favourite things, sweetness. And lube," he tacked onto the end.

Deacon had amassed a large number of sex toys over the last few years, they kept him entertained​ when things got repetitive.

As he was released he got to his feet and padded over to the chest, pushing it open and kneeling before it.

His hand ran over all of the fun things contained inside.

The hook and lube were easy enough to find but picking two favorites would prove challenging, his favorites changed so regularly.

After a few moments of debating internally Deacon got back to his feet and presented Ian with what he had chosen laying them out on the bed.

Next to the lube and hook sat a cock ring with a removable sound and a set of nipple clamps.

His eyes set on the toys bought over to him, and he smirked, picking up the ring.

"Are you that dead set against me making you cum half a dozen times this morning? Sorry sweetness, this one will be for a different day." He ran his tongue slowly over the sound before setting the toy down to be forgotten.

"But these'll be fun. C'mere." He pat his thigh as invitation onto his lap.

Deacon couldn't help but pout softly as Ian set the toy down, that one was a lot of fun and pent up as he was he knew it would have him in tears before too long.

"You told me to get my favouites, so I did."

Still, he crawled back onto the bed and straight into Ian's lap, he was excited to being treated this morning, even though he knew there would be no actual sex.

He sat up in Ian's lap, leaning forward to brush his lips against the man's neck.

"I made no promise to use them this morning." He stroked over Dea's hip when he sat in his lap and shifted him just so, so that he was comfortable with the Warlock's weight on his legs. "I just wanted to see what your flavour is right now."

Kinky and torturous. He wasn't surprised.

His hand ran up and down Dea's thigh slowly. When it reached the top of his thigh, he took a moment to run his thumb along the underside of his cock.

"Is this ready for some good abuse?"

He gave a soft chuckle, "I don't think my flavour has changed much." He still liked to be tormented and teased but as much as he liked being satisfied.

"More ready than it's ever been."

Deacon was eager to see if Ian still had the skill he use to, sex with the Shifter was never boring, he hoped that hadn't changed in the last few years.

He gave a purr as his cock was stroked, hips pressing forward for more.

"Good."

He lifted his hand from the man's thigh and pinched the swollen head of his cock firmly.

"The first one's always easy."

One hand found one of Dea's, bringing it over to curl around his own cock. His fingers curled around Dea's, and he began Dea's hand so he was effectively jerking himself off. "Set the pace."

A pained hiss passed his lips as his head was pinched, his body jerking in the man's grasp from the rough treatment of his currently overly sensitive cock.

As his hand was made to wrap around himself the other came to rest on the side of the Ian's neck, gripping onto him as his hand began to move in firm strokes.

He gasped a moan as his hips pressed forward, he was beyond pent up at this point.

Ian kept his hand around Dea's letting Dea set the fast pace, and only occasionally squeezing his hand, forcing Dea's hand to tighten around his cock.

"Come on sweetness, no need to hold out. Cum like that little twelve year old touching his cock for the first time."

He grinned, then pressed his lips to Dea's temple.

Deacon didn't need to be told twice, he wanted to come embarrassingly fast and just enjoy his release.

His hand grew faster pumping himself without restraint, his hips jerkong forward from the sensation.he let out a low groan, his head falling forward as he rested it on Ian's shoulder.

"Fuckkk..."

He wasn't going to last long at all like this.

"Come on."

His hand abandoned Dea's cock and skimmed upwards, deciding to help the man along a little.

If he was so close to coming this quickly with just his hand, a little jab of pain would do wonders.

This short nails bit cruelly into a nipple, tugging then twisting it.

Deacon barely had a chance to gasp at the rough treatment of his nipple before his body jolted in the man's lap.

With a rough moan he came, pink dusting over his cheeks at the speed of it.

Semen pumped out of him splattering over Ian's stomach generously.

"Damn it..."

He groaned, panting in against the man's shoulder.

"You look like you're trying to blend in with your hair." He held up the ends of Dea's very red hair to colour match a part of the cheek that wasn't hidden pressed against his chest.

"Very close," he teased, tickling Dea's cheek gently with the ends of his hair.

Then he put a gentle pressure at the top of his head, pushing the blushing Warlock downwards slightly, towards the mess rolling down over the curves of his abs.

Deacon flushes a shade darker as Ian picked on him, being embarrassed like this always just egged on his desire, it made him completely aware of his situation and feelings toward it.

The gentle pressure on the back of his head wasn't met with any resistance

Seeing his own semen dripping down the curves of Ian's muscular stomach was devilish, even more so when his tongue lapped across them. He knelt down on the bed, pressing his backside up as leant over.

His own taste wasn't something he was overly fond of but the act of cleaning a mess he had made off of the man's skin made him purr.

His eyes were sharp on the curve of Dea's back and his upturned ass.

Wouldn't he look beautiful doing this with that hook in his ass? That was something for a future moment. That hook was definitely getting played with this morning.

His hand stroked between Dea's shoulder blades then lifted to fiddle with the braid that was still held pretty tightly together. He used the end of that to tease gently over the pale skin of Dea's back.

A shiver ran through him as the tip of his hair was brushed over his skin.

Bound together like that it felt like a paint brush, drawing shapes onto his exposed flesh.

His tongue stroked over the sticky mess, collecting as much of it that he could, smirking as a droplet dipped into Ian's belly button.

Leaning in he gave the man's naval a gentle suck, his tongue lapping in to clean it up.

His stomach clenched when Dea sucked slightly at the skin, and his gaze snapped from here his hair was brushing over his skin to watch Dea's face.

"Good boy," he crooned softly, patting the top of Dea's head, then pulling him back by his hair, using it almost as a handle as he guided Dea into the position that he wanted him to be in, laying flat on his back beside him.

The he shifted himself, moving down the bed and gripping Dea's knee, pulling it up and ducking under his leg, so he settled down onto the bed on his stomach, his shoulder pressed into one leg, and the other draped over his back.

His blue eyes were alight as he began pressing light kisses down Dea's inner thigh.

Not that he would ever admit it, but being praised like that pleased some part of him, the submissive part of his brain that wanted to please.

With a lick of his still damp lips he sprawled out on his back, his gaze following Ian as his body was manipulated.

He stared down at the man giving a small smile as his thigh was kissed.

"Nice view?" He purred, his body relaxing under Ian's lips.

"Would be nicer if I didn't have to see that face that's attached to the otherwise very nice view," was his immediate reply, followed by a punishing little nip to his inner thigh.

That he then kissed and sucked at until a nice dark mark was left on his skin.

His tongue ran over the mark a couple times, leaving a nice wet patch of skin, then he blew on it gently.

When he was sure Dea was sufficiently teased, he continued his path upwards, pushing Dea's thighs apart, and pressing against the back of the thigh not draped over his shoulder, forcing it upwards until it was pressed again Dea's chest.