[C] looking for a good time

His thigh tensed as it was nipped, a playful scowl dominating the features of Deacon's face.

"Well at least I know you don't want me for my good looks."

He replied, his voice turning to a moan as mark was left on his leg.

"Possessive," he tutted with a small chuckle as he eyed the mark left on him.

Deacon's​ lean body was surprisingly flexible to make up for his minimal muscle definition. He didn't protest as his leg for forced up against his chest.

"Wasn't that a given from the beginning?" he teased.

He pressed a little kiss to the bruise he had left then pulled back just a bit to admire the image of Dea spread out like this for him.

Ian licked his lips in appreciation before moving forwards.

He nudged Dea's balls gently with his nose then dipped slightly lower, tongue poking out to tease his skin, searing in a slow, languid pace for his entrance.

"The boys at Zo are going to be so disappointed."

He replied with a chuckle, even if Ian didn't mind him sleeping around, with a regular partner he wouldn't need them as much anymore.

Deacon relaxed back into the pillows as Ian's head dipped beneath him, giving a purr as he was licked, that warm tongue against his skin was practically sinful.

"Good," was his succinct reply.

Dea was his again now, and he'd be damned if those vultures got in on the Warlock from now on.

His tongue found his goal, and he spent a good long time mapping it out and teasing it with the tip of his tongue, keeping Dea in place with one firm hand pressed against his raised thigh.

Deacon gave a soft laugh, it seemed he didn't get a choice in the matter, Ian had put in his claim and had decided on his own that they were together again.

Oddly enough despite it all he had no objections, from the moment Ian had given his first order he had known how this would all turn out.

Witches intuition.

Deacon writhed in place, pinned beneath his own leg, his body clenching in response to the attention.

Well, he was glad he got a laugh rather than an insulted interjection.

The writhing was more amusing than anything else, and he let him wriggle about a little more than he usually allowed.

Dea really was desperate to have him back. And he was glad to be back, and just as eager for Dea's body. 

His tongue pushed firmly into Dea, and his hand squeezed his thigh firmly, leaving little red marks in its wake.

There would be plenty of time for arguments in the future, he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of having Ian touch back on his body.

Deacon bit his lip as the tongue penetrated him, giving out a small groan.

He had been waiting all night for something to be inside of him and on Ian's body, his tongue was in the top three.

Ian was slow and firm with his tongue, enjoying the way Dea squirmed and moaned.

Then his hand slid from the bed, up to Dea's hip, tracing the line of his hipbone slowly, before finding his cock.

His tongue slowed in it's pace and his eyes said all that needed to be said. Let's try for number two of the morning.


His fingers curled around Dea's cock, and began a slow pace.

Deacon's hands slid into Ian's hair as he began his slow assault. His fingers gripped onto the man needily, the shiver chasing through him being a silent encouragement.

All his partners recently didn't take their time, they didn't get to know how Deacon liked to be touched.

Ian knew all too well and now unfamiliar touch drew reactions from the Warlock's body.

Even after such a long break between them, Ian still knew just where and how to touch Dea to get the reactions he wanted.

And he spent the entire morning proving to him just that.

Deacon had began the morning if Ian's words were just idle promises to defuse his anger the night before. He should have known better than to doubt the man.

As the hours rolled on he had long forgotten just how many times he had come and Ian's attention never wandered from him.

"I can't..."

He whined as his body was pushed toward another release, by this point every touch made him tremble and writhe.

His body glistened under the light filtering in from the bedroom window, smothered in his own drool, sweat and cum.

With a hoarse moan he came again, his body throbbing, offering up very little, he was spent.

Deacon's eyes fluttered shut as he lay there panting, too exhausted to move.

Deacon had began the morning if Ian's words were just idle promises to defuse his anger the night before. He should have known better than to doubt the man.

As the hours rolled on he had long forgotten just how many times he had come and Ian's attention never wandered from him.

"I can't..."

He whined as his body was pushed toward another release, by this point every touch made him tremble and writhe.

His body glistened under the light filtering in from the bedroom window, smothered in his own drool, sweat and cum.

With a hoarse moan he came again, his body throbbing, offering up very little, he was spent.

Deacon's eyes fluttered shut as he lay there panting, too exhausted to move.

Dea tapping out bought a little smile to his lips.

Even after three years, he could still do everything right to get these gorgeous reactions from him.

His thumb rubbed gently up and down the underside of his cock anyway. "Sure you can't try for one more?" Clearly he was teasing. His tone was light, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

He was just overstimulating Dea to get that whine, and probably some name calling, from the Warlock.

Deacon did whine, and​ flinched away from the touch to his overly sensitive cock, the thought of trying to come again made his entire body ache.

"Fuck off." He growled, knowing Ian was probably wearing that stupid victorious grin of his.

He rolled onto his side away from the man, he couldn't handle any more stimulation, every part of his felt heavy and sore.

Ian was most certainly wearing that stupid victorious grin.

When Dea rolled away from him, he leaned over patting his thigh gently and pressing a kiss to his hip.

"Did that make up for last night, sweetness?" he teased, knowing full well that it had and more.

He shifted up the bed so he could press against Dea's back, pulling him close and nuzzling into his sweaty neck. His half-hard cock pressed into Dea's back.

Ian got a grunt in reply, Ian knew how good he was in bed, especially when he was in bed with Deacon.

The feeling of Ian against his back brought a small purr from the man. Small acts of tenderness after the marathon he had just been through was blissful.

"Good to know you didn't go rusty."

He replied, it would have been a shame for Ian to lose his ability.

His backside pressed toward Ian's half hard cock, grinding against it teasingly.

"How long until I get to have the real thing?"

Fingers and toys weren't going to keep his entertained for long.

"Mmm, I think was rusty in the beginning there. Took me a whole ten minutes to draw number three out of you."

He pressed a kiss to Dea's shoulder, and nuzzled closer.

His eyes slid shut as Dea began to grind teasingly against him.

"I'm classy. End of the third date, at least." He grinned against Dea's skin. "You're gonna have to be quick about planning some dates."

Deacon stilled and relaxed as Ian nuzzled against him, his body was exhausted and he was in no hurry to try and move around.

"I don't think it counts as being classy when we're doing everything other than sex."

Ian's cock had been everywhere except in his ass so they moral standing for holding out was quite lax.

Ian shrugged carelessly.

"I'm as classy as I want to be."

And right now he wanted to believe that he was extremely classy for holding out, so he was going to believe that. Simple.

Deacon rolled over so he was facing Ian in bed, giving a small groan, his body ached and protested the sudden movement.

Leaning up he pressed a kiss to the man's lips before tucking his head under Ian's chin and nestling in against him.

"What we just did was extremely classy."

"Yupp," he agreed, dismissing the sarcasm.

He laid a kiss to the crown of Dea's head and gave him a little squeeze, pulling his body closer.

"Classy as fuck."