A home is where you find one.

[buckingham]

unexpected domesticity shipping meme. you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper. most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before. whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you it accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotauge yourself before someone else does? — Comment with your character, preferences, what tone you want your thread to take, and whether or not your open to smut. — Reply to others.

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[strange_magic]

Stephen groans, and tightens his grip, murmuring his approval in a low sussurus. That. Is very nice. Very nice indeed; has Daimon been getting pointers from his pet godling?

[hellstorm]

Maybe a few, but he likes to save his better tricks for the sorcerer-- like how he's quite sure he can swallow him down without that pesky gag reflex acting up-- throat flexing around him with another swallow.

[strange_magic]

That. Is a very nice trick--

"Daimon," he groans out.

[hellstorm]

He pulls off him, using his thumb to press the wet length of him against the cool flat of his stomach. His eyes turn up, lips curling.

[strange_magic]

"Are you trying to butter me up?" he asks, drawing his talons delicately along Daimon's jaw. "Because it's working."

Not that he isn't inclined to give Daimon anything he wants anyway.

[hellstorm]

He kisses his prick again, then turns his head down to nip at his fingers, lips parting to take one into his mouth instead so the sharp edge can open up his tongue. If it stings, he doesn't so much as flinch.

[strange_magic]

Stephen shudders, fingers curling in the hot red spill.

"You are amazing."

[hellstorm]

He draws off his talons slowly, leaning back down to paint a warm, red stripe up along Stephen's belly.

"Now who's trying to butter up who?" Up a little further to catch his nipple while his hand takes over, wrapping around Stephen's cock to stroke him.

"How do you want me, Stephen? Be greedy."

[strange_magic]

"Ride me," he says, voice dark and hungry. "I want to see you move for me, Daimon."

[hellstorm]

ugh, that tone made all the good things in his groin tighten, rising more heat up to the depth of his chest, and the look in his eyes betray his own hunger.

He stands again, skinning out of his own trousers to stand nude and delightfully aroused before him.

"How rough?"

[strange_magic]

A shadowy dark tendril stretches out, soft and cool as Stephen brushes it down Daimon's front.

"As rough as you can stand."

[hellstorm]

He licks his own lips, still painting color across them, his gaze dropping at the teasing touch of that darkness and lean muscle flexes beneath the cool slide.

"Yeah?" He moves to straddle his lap again, summoning up a little slick-- just enough to rub across the head of Stephen's cock before he grips him to position himself. Slow, because he wants him to feel how tight he is, how much he'd have to work for it.

[strange_magic]

Stephen curls talons over his hips, and thickening tendrils over his shoulders.

"Yeah."

Tight and hot, and so very good.

[hellstorm]

The muscles in his thighs tremble slightly as he tightens his knees more firmly against Stephen's legs, one hand dropping to his chest to push him back into the cushions as he lowers himself further, taking him inch by thick inch.

He moans for him because he knows how much he likes to hear the wrecked state of his voice when something hurts so fucking good like that. Raw around the edges as he bows his head, stretched open before he's ready for it, hot and aching.

[strange_magic]

"That's it," Stephen murmurs, voice still low and hungry, a dark rumble in his throat. He looks up at Daimon, and gives him a broad grin, full of needle-sharp teeth.

"Have you any idea how good you feel?" he asks, stroking down Daimon's thighs.

[hellstorm]

He bites his own lip, the corners curling up as his eyes crack open again. Burning.

"I fully expect the answer is 'sinful'" He breathes, his own hips rolling until Stephen is buried completely, leaving Daimon to feel wonderfully full.

This... like this, it's been awhile.

[strange_magic]

"Utterly sinful," he agrees, a faint strain in his voice, as his talons tighten on Daimon's hips. "Ungodly."

[hellstorm]

He tightens around him as Stephen's fingers grip his hips more firmly, reactive.

Then it's a slow upward shift to move upward again, up high enough that he's almost out, before he rolls back down onto him again. Harder.

[strange_magic]

Stephen moves to meet him, a hard rolling thrust into all that tight heat.

[hellstorm]

It gets him crying out, voice rasping deep and he drops his hand to curl around Stephen's wrist where it grounded him at his waist.

"Fuck--"

[strange_magic]

"Yes, like that?" he asks. Curls his tentacles around Daimon's shoulders, pulls him in.

[hellstorm]

Daimon leans with the pull, rising up again so he can repeat the motion, his own cock pinned against Stephen's stomach, twitching hard every time the thickness of him drags over his prostate.

He muffles any further sounds against the sorcerer's wicked mouth.

[strange_magic]

Stephen squeezes Daimon's ass, and growls low into his mouth, rocking up into him, harder, meets his mouth and presses back into the kiss, long tongue snaking out to meet Daimon's.

[hellstorm]

He draws out the kiss between breathy little groans, his own tongue stroking firmly against Stephen's, mouth tasting like ash and coppery-sweet blood.

Daimon pulls back to brace himself, so he can finally shift and flex his hips, rolling and pushing himself down to ride Stephen properly.

[strange_magic]

Another pair of tentacles rise to wrap around Daimon's hips in place of Stephen's hands, so that he can take those hands, and stroke every piece of Daimon that he can reach. Which is pretty much all of him, in this position - another reason to have him like this, the sheer beauty of him as he moves notwithstanding.