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Sexy Lollipops

[iwillcatchup]

[Peter was finishing up getting ready for Damien, basically in the last 15 minutes before the magic hour. That was one of the thrills for the speedster -- to see how much he could in a short period of time]

[He had already tried on a few shirts, before settling for one of his favorites. And ran a hand through his silver hair. He could not wait for his date to show up for the evening]

[fuckingburned]

[Okay so check his list of things to bring. Perverted red lollipop dicks and basically nothing else (asides from the clothes on his back). And there's a reason for that. Because at the appointed hour...

FWOOM!]

What's up, fucker?

[That would be a circle of fire abruptly appearing in Peter's room and Damien walking out of it like it was the damn doorway. Normal clothing for him (jacket, shirt, pants, boots) and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. The flaming wheel shuts behind him easily, leaving nothing but the scent of burning air. Didn't even singe the floor.

He's so nice. (NOT)]

[iwillcatchup]

[Circle of fire? Peter had zipped quickly to get an extinguisher, but was prevented from using it with the appearance of Damien walking out of it. He watches the flaming wheel disappear.... and shakes his head, amused]

My heart rate? [Fire extinguisher replaced back where it belongs, with Peter back in a second]

Hello jackass.

[fuckingburned]

[If he noticed the fire extinguisher, he doesn't let on, easily swinging the duffel bag from his shoulder and letting it drop on Peter's bed. Damien pulls both arms over his head, stretching and popping his shoulders.]

Shoulda said you wanted me to come the normal way.

[Would've at least fire wheeled out in the front lawn and used the door if he had. Too bad. Next time.]

Still enjoying school?

[iwillcatchup]

Fuck.... [Peter sits on his bed at the topic of school. He glances at the duffel bag with interest] I feel so old around some of the new kids they are bringing to the school.

Could I ever deny you the chance to make a big entrance?

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[Damien drops his arms as he reaches for the bag with his tail and deftly unzip it with the red appendage. Doesn't even bother looking at it; he's too busy scanning Peter's room.]

Old already? Hahaha, well you do got some gray hair. Isn't that a human trait of "old" or something?

[Damien's not at all familiar with humans; they're rather legendary for their frailty, cowardice, and arrogance in the minds of most monsters.]

Nope! No one can deny Damien LaVey's entrance.

[iwillcatchup]

[Peter can't help but admire Damien's flexibility with his tail. He is too distracted by the movement, to notice Damien scanning his room. There are signs of Peter's... five-finger discount... all over the place. Objects that look too nice for the other man to purchase. Posters from many different 80s bands. And a few books, for studying]

It is silver. [Peter huffs, drawing his fingers through his hair]

And I am a sucker for your entrance...

[fuckingburned]

[The bag's pulled open without much issue and Damien slips his tail inside. He brushes through a few things before wrapping it around one of the smaller, red lollipops, and pulls it free from the bag.

The demon merely notes the different things around the room and doesn't only really recognizes the signs of stealing from the "wealthier" items hanging around (he has no clue about human 80s anything). But hey, a thief is a thief and he's got no problem with it. It's fun!]

Oh. Silver. My bad. [Damien drones with a smirk. Then turns to face Peter again, hands on his hips as he dangles one of the cellophane-wrapped dicks in front of his face.] Oh I know you are. Its fucking hot.

And speaking of suckers and entrances... Wanna get started, bigmouth?

[iwillcatchup]

[Peter is curious how Damien knows what to pull out, just by the feeling of it with his tail. He feels a rush of warmth coarse over his body.]

[Damien's smirk only spreads that warmth]

And I know you are a fan of my bigmouth. [He uses one hand to remove the cellophane off the lolly-dick, before leaning forward to wrap his lips around the tip of the candy. He never asked about the flavor, and completely trusted Damien to choose appropriately.]

Speedsters and Firestarters

[fuckingburned]

[Cool air, lowering sun, school behind them, chattering away. What else is there to do on a Friday before a three-day weekend other than go grab a friend and hang out at wherever. The park. The beach. The movies. The mall. Or in this particular case...

the fucking sex shop. Aptly named: H♥t Flixxx. Like it couldn't be any more obvious. Damien's not really bothering over which of them came up with the idea anymore (though it'd been fun banter/argument on their way to the meeting place after their respective schools let out). A mutant and a monster. What's the world coming to.]

We did the candy dicks and you showed me your dildo. Should be able to find something or five in this place for a blast tonight.

[Oh yes. Typical after-school weekend starters.]

[iwillcatchup]

[There are not a lot of people who Peter would be comfortable in a sex shop with. Damien is one of the few. And he is not really worried about whose idea it was... instead just enjoying the experience.]

[He is glancing over a few spank paddles when Damien speaks. And chuckles] Five each? Or five in total?

[fuckingburned]

[Damien's pretty glad the other man's willing to come along for the ride. Mostly because going to a sex shop by yourself is petty pathetic and way less fun than going with your friends.

But there's a big store in front of them and plenty of opportunities for fun and raunchy humor. Why else would you go here?]

Who knows. I'm not putting a limit on this. What's your wallet say?

[And snags a spank paddle from the display with his tail.]

[iwillcatchup]

My wallet? Since when am I paying for all of our goodies? [Peter grinned. His eyes watching him snag that spank paddle with his tail]

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Didn't you say you were last night? [Damien blinks, looking at Peter with innocent curiosity.] I mentioned new toys and you said you'd handle it.

[He's totally lying, but hey, whatever. It's fun to yank Peter's chain! And drawing the paddle back to give it a heft.]

[iwillcatchup]

Well if I am paying for great sex... might as well go big. [Peter chuckles]

[He watches Damien test the paddle by drawing it back. And shivers]

[fuckingburned]

Hey hey, how do you know you're getting great sex?

[Damien looks shocked, but his wagging tail's a fucking traitor because it's fun as hell.]

And how big do you want to go?

[Before notching his thumb over his shoulder and pointing to a pillar in the store to hold the ceiling up. Which is, aptly, shaped like a cock.]

[iwillcatchup]

I fucking better get mind-blowing sex. [Peter grinned]

[He glances over his shoulder. And rolls his eyes] Your faith in me is amazing.

[terrors]

(( Continued from this thread. ))

[Remy was at home, lounging on his sofa as he sent the text messages, half wondering if Damien was serious about showing up.

He had three cats walking around that would likely get shut into the spare room if company did find its way over. One of which was currently sprawled out over his stomach while he pet idly as he waited.]

[fuckingburned]

[He never ever made himself out to be a polite person. Way from it. The quick flare of fire--like a match suddenly lit in the air--was all the warning Remy and his feline companions got before the flicker swirled into a burning circle. Like a round doorway in the air, it's a spiraling maelstrom just long enough for Damien to walk out of it like he was coming into the kitchen from the living room.

The portal spiraled itself out of existence once he was through, vanishing with a faint 'wuff' sound and leaving nothing but raised temperature in the room. See? He promised not to burn anything and look at that. Promise kept. (So far.)

Damien quirks a brow at the sight.] Damn, and I thought Valerie was the cat lady.

[terrors]

[At the first sign of temperature disturbance, Remy sat up and watched the display, but didn't seem shocked or impressed by it. He had a friend who could do similar things, albeit with a lot less drama. Damien did seem to be a bit extra though, but clearly he liked that about him.]

That was fast. [He smiles, his cats weirdly used to strange shit happening leave the living room of their own accord so all Remy has to do is shut the door to his room--which he does. If anything gets damaged it won't be anything too important.]

I got them from the mother of one of my--two of my friends. The father of one of them looks suspiciously similar to you. You don't have any children do you?

[Remy was in sweatpants and a cheap hotel robe that he'd borrowed, with no intentions of returning years ago, as he walked up to Damien. They were almost exactly the same height, not including the horns.]

[fuckingburned]

[Damien looked around the room, hands resting on his hips. Not a bad place the guy had here. As for his theatrics to get here, well… he’s fucking awesome, so what of it? Damien likes being noticed, if that wasn’t obvious with his loud attitude and love for fire and chaos. Besides, Remy liked it. Duh.]

Had a pretty damn good reason to be fast. [The demon lifted his hands over his head, muscles stretching until his shoulder popped in that “feels good” way. He dropped them with a low grunt of pleasure, heat bleeding down his arms to his fingers as they swung by his hips. Cats weren’t running; that was interesting.]

Aww, aren’t you a sucker for fur. [He quirked a brow at the mention of similarity.] Oh yeah? And fuck no! I’ve got a life to live; still in school, you know.

[Damien’s in a pair of blue jeans and a tank top, tail lazily swaying behind him as Remy walked up to him. He gave the man a once over, noting the hotel robe and sweatpants.] You look loungey. [Nice, being of similar height. Makes things a little easier.] But damn, you’re a fucking meal…

[terrors]

[His cats might not have run away, but they had no interest in being in the same room as his guest. Which ultimately was a good thing considering what they were likely to do.]

Still in school? Makes sense, even if you seemed..older. [Only in appearance. His attitude gave away his age. Remy didn't mind. At the comment about his clothing choices he shrugged as though he was challenging Damien to turn him down over his house clothes.]

You look like quite the treat yourself, mon sucre d’orge. [As he speaks he shrugs off the robe easily and pulls Damien's tank top from his jeans so he can take it off him.] Where do we even begin?

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[Yeah, don’t want to scar the cats with adult entertainment. Damien quirked a brow at the mention of his schooling and assumed age, then snorted in response.] I’m still young for a demon; we got some monsters at school over 400 years old and they’re still high schoolers. [Of course, high school for monsters isn’t the same age group as human high schools. Humans are weird…

Mutants are fucking awesome, however. The shrug got Damien’s attention on the shoulders of Remy’s robe, wondering it if was going to simply fall off with that motion. It didn’t. Dammit. Still, they looked damn comfortable.]

Mon sucker what? I’m no ogre, Caj. [Bit defensive there, even if it’s just a misunderstanding. (Comparing demons to ogres… yeah.) But when that robe shrugs off, and reveals the mutant’s body, Damien gives a whistle. Obviously impressed. He arches a little, letting Remy tug his shirt from his jean and ducks his head to help pull it from his body. Takes a bit of caution to get it off without catching it on his longer horn, but it’s off and the demon’s red skin is on full display. Even if it’s slender, he’s damn ripped.]

I like this direction. [And deftly moves his hands to work on untying Remy’s lounge pants, his tail looping around the man’s thighs.]

[terrors]

[Remy made a mental note of this for the next time he wanted to point out that in demon-years he would be older too.]

Don worry about it, Red. [The Cajun laughed, grinning at the response he gets to disrobing. He's got scars speckled all over his body, but it's a little between toned and muscular.

Damien's skin feels as smooth as it looks, and Remy lets his hands move over red shoulders and forearms as his pants are untied. The heat coming from his skin is more intense than he imagined, and it only made him more curious to see what the rest of him felt like.]

You look like you've never gotten a scratch on you. [It's probably got more to do with his demon blood, he thinks. Damien was clearly the type to run head first into a fight, so it wasn't that. While he thinks it over he slips his hands down the back of Damien's jeans, grabbing handfuls of ass, letting his tail be for now.]

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[Damien lets the comment slide; it’s way more fun to admire the suddenly-bared body in front of him. Sleek and toned with nice definition that’s not completely ripped to hell and back. The scars are—eh—expected for a human-based mutant. But the speckling doesn’t detract at all and Damien admires them as much as Remy’s abdominals and tan skin color.

As hands slide over his body, Damien arches and rounds into the touches. His skin’s definitely smooth and warm, making a good testament to his knowledge and use of epilation. He takes damn good care of himself despite all his chaotic shenanigans and shit. Deft fingers slip the tie of the Cajun’s pants loose and Damien gives them a light tug down to get them started over his partner’s hips. Gravity’ll take them the rest of the way, provided they don’t get caught on the mutant’s turgid arousal.]

Damn right I do. [With that, he reaches up and deftly rakes his middle finger right down his cheek, slicing the skin open with his extended, dark claw. The wound forms a line of lime-green blood on Damien’s red cheek, but within a second or two, it starts to close up and seals soon enough, leaving the same perfect, unmarred skin behind.]

And that’s why. [He’s obviously proud of it and grins a mixture of sexy and sneaky at the other man. Then softens into an aroused look as Remy cups his ass through his jeans. Toned curves firm up into a nice grip and Damien arches up onto his toes slightly with a soft breath of pleasure.]

Ngh, that’s nice.