Reprobate Romance | By : xMyScandalousRomancex Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 1939 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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John takes a drag off his cigarette and settles back into his bed sheets, free hand resting idly on Lucifer’s hip while the fallen angel rides him. He smirks around the end of his cancer stick, enjoying the sight of Hell’s king being reduced to little more then a quivering body impaled by his dick, quivering and moaning and begging for release. John happily denies, planning on torturing the asshole for as long as he can possible stand.
“Paybacks’ sure a bitch, aint’ it?" He chides, giving a sly, dark smile. Lucifer just attempts to pull his wrists, tied together, free; upon failing, he whimpers around the tie John gagged him with. Chas is lying next to John, half his body splayed over the exposed expanses of John’s skin that Lucifer isn’t taking up, the other half pressed against John’s bed sheets as he fucks his own hand. It’s a welcome relief from being tied to the bed for the last two and half hours (it’s also nice to see Lucifer in such a position), but John still hasn’t taken the damn cock ring off him yet and he’s getting desperate. “Jooohn,” He keens, pressing his face into the crook of the exorcist’s neck. “Please.” John turns to look at him; hazel eyes blown wide in lust and pain, disfigured patches of dark blue and a sickly, pale yellow blossoming up all over his lean body- all the places he’d been sucked and kissed and licked, curly hair mated to his head with sweat and come. “Nah, I think you can wait.” He replies haphazardly, snapping his hips forward and causing Lucifer to scream behind his gag. The Devil wanted so bad to make a sarcastic remark, John knew, but he was unable; completely wanton and powerless beneath the binds of angelic magic and John’s own crude, stubborn charm. Next to him, Chas was still rutting against his side and pressing open, desperate kisses to John’s neck, still fucking into his own hand. “Fuck John, please,” He panted. “God. So fucking close- need to come... please.” John turned his head and caught Chas’s lips with his own, opening his mouth and licking the inside of the younger boy’s mouth while he continued to fuck Lucifer deep and slow. His still had his cigarette held between two of his fingers, smiling into Chas’s mouth and twirling it lightly as Lu continued to bite down on the gag-- muffled screams breaking through the sounds of panting and bed creaking. “Like I said, “ John breathed as he broke the kiss. “You can wait.” Chas keened again, this time taking John’s cigarette with his free hand. He brought the cancer stick to his lips and took a drag, then gently blew the smoke into his boss’s face before sealing their lips together again. After a quick kiss, Chas sat up and crawled next to Lucifer. Standing up on his knees, Chas roughly grabbed Lucifer’s cock, swollen and smeared with pre come, before sucking a dark, wet bruise just behind his ear. He gently thrust into his thigh, desperately craving friction. John, on the other hand, was lying back and looking as relaxed as ever. “Such good pets,” He said, leaning up to pull Lucifer closer. He reached down between their sweat slick bodies and pulled the cock ring off, instructing Chas to do the same. “You have twenty seconds to come,” He muttered darkly. “Or I get up and walk away, and you two can finish yourselves off.” Chas got off first, left hanging on the edge of oblivion for hours, heart thundering against his chest and the sound of blood rushing echoing in his ears. He faintly hears himself - and John and Lucifer - cry out, before slumping against the two other men in a sweaty, twitching heap. He’s got his face pressed into the crook of John’s neck again, nuzzling and breathing in his rugged scent; whiskey and cigarettes and sex and just the slightest hint of sulfur and holy water. He’s faintly aware of Lucifer on top of John, also nuzzling and clinging to him. None of them said anything after that-- nothing needed to be said. They were all damned anyway.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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