[Since Garrett didn't seem to mind the touch, Steve continued to stroke the little nick. It didn't make him feel better exactly, but it seemed to soothe something. Sort of. Steve just couldn't seem to stop.]
Well, it does look sexy, but you promised you heal. That's the only reason I risked causing you a real injury. I didn't want to hurt you since it wasn't you.
[ well, if Steve was going to touch him like that,, broad hand warm on his cheek and stroking his skin lightly, then Garrett really didn't mind. Speaking of sexy. ]
If you think this is bad, you've obviously never seen me naked.
[ Which seems obvious, since they've never had sex, but Garrett's tone implies that there'd been a decent chance of it. It matches the spirit's assertion of Garrett as a huge slut, and his self-admitted work at the club. (Truth be told, the spirit did some shit while he was possessed that he doesn't like to think about.) ]
[That little unless they can give informed consent sticks to Garrett's mind like a limpet, like a fine mist fogging his vision of the astonishingly attractive man before him. He isn't sure when this turned weirdly sensual, but he's decidedly into it- and the way that Steve, despite being six inches shorter, is somehow managing to take up even more space than his already large frame.]
Plenty. [Fuck, Steve wants to see his clothes off? Mouth suddenly dry, Garrett leans on the counter behind him, a little lost in the way it brings him down in height and lets Steve loom larger.] I have a lot of scars. Want to see them?
[He really shouldn't be thinking about sex, but sometimes it was just hard not to. Especially when someone looked at him like that. Someone who'd been injured at his hands. Didn't he owe it to Garrett to give the man anything he wanted?
It still irked him Garrett was taller, and when the man finally fell back a little it was a relief. If someone was going to tower over him, Steve wanted that person to be dominating him. He also wanted to be sure he could trust what would happen in that kind of situation, which wasn't what he currently had on his hands. He smiled slowly, fingers still stroking that scar.]
Why Garrett, that sounds like a proposition. I thought you had more gifts to deliver?
[Being huge has its benefits, but sometimes it's so much better to look up at someone. Like how, with how he kept his gaze on Steve, so very incredibly aware of every tiny movement of Steve's fingers.]
You're right, I should go- there are plenty of people I have to give presents to.
[There was, for the record, only one actual gift left in his bag. Despite his talk about multiple people getting presents.]
Must you? Because my day is seriously open. Hours and hours of free time. And we do have this bottle of nice liquor now. I bet we could work up a real sweat to make it useful . . .
[He wasn't demanding, just offering. Teasing a little. And still stroking that nick. It bothered the fuck out of him he'd hurt someone enough to cause a scar, even if Garrett said he liked it. He'd really, honestly thought Garrett would heal! And as sexy as it was, it still bothered the shit out of him.
Steve leaned in slowly, giving the an plenty of time to pull away, despite the way he had Garrett almost pinned in place.]
[Oh that was nice! Steve closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss. One hand still stroked that scar as his other rested on a hip, fingers digging into the muscle there. He made a quiet sound of happiness, tilting his head and pushing in closer, wanting more.]
[Garrett answered with a soft hum and wound an arm around Steve's neck, bringing him in closer. He couldn't say why, but the way Steve kept stroking his scar really stirred something in him, a shivering hunger that built with every repetition of that possessive little gesture. Fuck, they only just started kissing and Garrett was already imagining all the other ways Steve might use those hands to claim him.
Steve was too far away. Garrett hooked a finger into Steve's belt loop and yanked him closer, until their hips were flush together. As his lips parted to invite Steve in, Garrett's arm tightened around Steve's neck and his hand curled into the fabric of the other man's shirt.]
[Well. It wasn't much of a question whether Garrett was enjoying himself or not. Being yanked closer was both thrilling and exciting, especially when Garrett's height came back in, making Steve crane his head back and up as the man got into it. Shit. Shit. That was hot . . .
He groaned and slid his hand from Garrett's hip to his ass, stroking and then squeezing the firm flesh. Steve's other hand continued to pet that little nick, needing that odd contact with a desperation he couldn't explain. It just . . . he needed it. He wanted it. He wanted Garrett.]
[Once Steve was closer, Garrett leaned back again, inviting the man to press forward and look down at him again, trying to recapture the thrill of someone looming over him. A low groan slipped out at the other man's touch, that simple thing igniting a hunger he desperately needed to satisfy.
While kissing him furiously, while grinding their hips together for friction that made him gasp, Garrett nudged Steve's hand a little, trying to encourage Steve to move it back into his long hair. His fangs were already starting to come out (more than the two little ones that he seemed to have all the time), catching lightly on Steve's lips, and he- fuck, he just wanted. He wanted Steve, he wanted to see more of that incredible strength he'd only seen glimpses of.]
[When Garrett fell back again Steve pressed in and pushed up on his toes, making him a bit taller with the man hunched down a little. It was nice. He didn't try to loom over people, although he knew he often did, but at the moment he did want to be taller. He wanted Garrett to all but cower under him. Not with fear, but with submission. A lot.
Steve growled when the man tried to nudge his hand. He didn't want to stop touching that nick, but at the same time, he really liked the way those teeth kept catching on his lips. Were they getting longer? Sharper? That would be . . . really good. Drawing a little blood was hardly a problem for Steve. Reluctantly he moved his hand, pushing it into Garrett's hair, and tightened his fingers in the thick mass. A handle was nice . . . He growled again and moaned softly, kissing deeper.]
[It was all so good: the looming, the intensity with which Steve pushed against him, the growl that sent a thrill all the way down to his toes. Fuck, Garrett wanted it again, he wanted to hear that growl in his ear while being held down, he wanted all that strength used to hold him down.
When Steve obliged him by gripping his hair, the simple feeling left Garrett's head spinning, almost dizzied from the growl, that soft, sexy moan, how fiercely Steve was kissing him. In spite of Steve's firm grip in his hair, Garrett couldn't resist the urge to try and move closer, answering Steve's moan with a soft sound of his own.]
[He'd had no idea he was going to be getting a sexygram, but Steve wasn't upset about it. He took a step forward, body pushing Garrett's back against the wall as the man tried to move closer. It definitely brought them closer, but it kept the power on his side. Steve liked that. He liked being in charge. Sure, now and then he craved dominance from someone else, but not at the moment. With Garrett, they both wanted him to be in charge.
Steve growled again and ground his hips against the man, the hand in Garrett's hair tightening. More. He wanted more.]
[Garrett hadn't even intended to turn it into a sexy thing, it just sort of happened. It happened when Steve couldn't take his hands off of Garrett's face, when he said unless they give consent, and asked about what was under his clothes. Somewhere between those little moments, every bit of attraction he'd ever felt for the man came roaring back in full force until Garrett could hardly breathe for wanting.
And now, with those same strong hands on him, Steve's mouth claiming his, tongue invading him like a conquest, with those growls that sent warmth and electricity racing down his spine- oh, now Garrett felt half-mad with it. Soft moans hummed under his breath as Steve walked him back and pressed him against the wall, as Garrett opened up, inviting Steve to take his mouth as fiercely as Garrett hoped he'd take his body. He nipped at Steve's lip and stroked his tongue against Steve's, sucking lightly until Steve made a sound. A rush of heat at that delicious friction, cock waking up with every grind of Steve against him, and Garrett broke the kiss to pull away, eyes sharp and hungry.]
As fun as this is, maybe we should-
[move to the bed, he plans to say, but purposely makes it sound like he's going to argue. Just to be a shit.]
[He made a protesting sound as Garrett broke the kiss, breathing hard as the man pulled away a little. Steve blinked slowly as the guy started to talk, and why was he talking? Weren't they supposed to be kissing? Maybe taking that next step even? he had a trace of blood on his tongue from those teeth and Steve sucked at the tiny wound absently as he tried to make the words make sense, then he was growling.
Stop? The man wanted to stop? After all that lead up? After all that submission? Normally Steve would have backed off and listened, but he didn't feel quite like himself. He felt demanding and hungry and possessive. Garrett was his dammit! He'd decide when they stopped!]
[He snarled and twisted his hand in Garrett's hair, yanking the man's head back and exposing his neck. Steve leaned in and bit down hard enough to hurt a little, though not enough to draw blood. Yet. He growled against hot skin and a fluttering pulse, trying not to remember not to break the skin.]
If you say stop, I'm gonna hurt you. And give you another scar. So everyone knows you're mine.
[Steve yanked his hair viciously enough to draw a soft, low cry of pain from Garrett's throat, tight and sharply stinging where Steve was biting him almost hard enough to break skin. The first thought to fly through his mind was oh shit- his thoughts skipped back to Dodger, to another man seized with with this aggressive, domineering madness only a week ago. If this was the same kind of thing, then-
He knew how dangerous this situation was. Steve was obviously stronger than him, and there was a very sudden, very real possibility that Garrett didn't know him as well as he thought- and even if this was just more of Hell's bullshit, it didn't change the immediate danger.]
Oh god.
[He knew exactly how much danger he was in. But that gasp wasn't all fear or shock; it was breathless, as helpless as the way his cheeks flushed and mouth went dry. Garrett licked his lips and found his words again, voice wavering a little, trying to think over his heart pounding.]
-Move to the bed. I was going to say we should- move to the bed.
[There was no doubt in Garrett's mind that the man actually would follow through with that violence, forcing if necessary - whether Hell-influenced or not, it didn't matter. He had to explain himself, while suppressing a whimper at how his cock (half-hard only moments ago) strained almost painfully in his jeans.]
[The sound of pain and the little gasped words were music to Steve's ears. He laved the bite with his tongue, gentling the contact as Garrett all but fell over himself to try and appease him. Good. That was exactly what Steve wanted at the moment, to have Garrett doing whatever he wanted.
The tremor in the man's voice made him purr, as did the way Garrett's body reacted. So, the guy liked being pushed around and threatened, did he? Steve could understand that. In certain circumstances with certain people, so did he. But not at the moment. He growled again, though it was softer and more playful. And he pressed a kiss to the bite before meeting Garrett's eyes.]
Do you think you deserve the bed Garrett? You tried to run just now. I think the best you deserve is a wall. Or better yet, the floor . . .
[Fuck, he whimpered. He actually whimpered in Steve's grip from the low, gently dull pain of Steve's brutal grip on his hair. It wasn't letting up and with every passing second Garrett hurt a little more, pain building a little more as his blood heated a little more. This was the last thing he expected from Steve but the danger made him dizzy with lust that clawed his insides until he could scarcely breathe.]
I really did want to suggest the bed, I was just. Being a shit about it.
[Those blue eyes bored into him so intensely that Garrett felt completely exposed. Vulnerable, stripped bare under the man's piercing gaze. He knew instinctively that Steve was going to do exactly what he wanted with him. Garrett would have no choice but to take it, but- but he could try to make things better on himself.]
I'm sorry. I'll be good.
[Fuck, nothing had made his submissive side come out this hard in a long time. All he wanted was to appease Steve and make him happy- and, just maybe, know what it felt like to get disciplined by those strong hands. Just the idea made him hot.]
Liar. It's not a good idea to lie to me Garrett. Odds are I can smell it.
[Steve leaned in again, nose against Garrett's throat as he pulled in a deep, audible breath, letting it out slowly as a caress over the man's skin. He actually could tell when people lied a good portion of the time. He could hear it in their heartrates, smell it on the air, see the way their bodies betrayed them with tiny tells. Garrett was hard and getting harder. He wasn't lying, just getting more and more excited. And it smelled good.
He growled again and pulled back, then yanked on Garrett's hair again, bringing the man's face into a better position for him to get at. Steve leaned in again and kissed that nick in the man's brow, then licked it for good measure. And then gently bit it. He had no clue why it was such a hot button for him, but it was. Boy was it ever!]
Will you Garrett? Will you be a good boy for me? What if I said I didn't like good little boys?
[Garrett let out another sound with the harsh yank on his hair, almost yelping with pain as Steve leaned in close. Fuck, he was so hard, aching in so many ways, feeling utterly helpless before this man's strength. (That was always a hot button for him- as huge and strong as he was, it was very rare for him to meet someone who could thoroughly overpower him. Almost nothing was more exciting to him than being made helpless.)
The questions came one after the other, low and threatening and adding a note of faint moaning to his breaths. He frowned a little at the last, unsure of how to respond.]
I- don't know. [What? Unfair, why-] I want to be good for you.
[Cute. Very cute. He chuckled and kissed the scar again, then the man's temple. His hand was still tight in Garrett's hair, keeping the man's head right where he wanted it.]
I want you on your knees Garrett. I want you spread and ready for me. Can you do that? Do you want to do that? I can feel how hard you are, smell your excitement . . .
[Garrett tried to nod, but of course he couldn't. Not with Steve holding him that tight. Instead he swallowed around a hard lump in his throat, licked his suddenly bone-dry lips, and murmured an answer.]
Yes. I can do that.
[He licked his lips again.]
I, ah... There's a spell I know, to summon- well, I haven't actually had to open a bottle of lube in years. Should I...?
[Best not to assume what Steve wants or will allow.]
[There's a lot of layers to those words. Steve was fascinated by magic and he would never get enough. To see such a useful spell was just so much better! He let Garrett go and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest.]
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Date: 2021-02-07 09:17 am (UTC)Well, it does look sexy, but you promised you heal. That's the only reason I risked causing you a real injury. I didn't want to hurt you since it wasn't you.
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Date: 2021-02-08 09:43 am (UTC)If you think this is bad, you've obviously never seen me naked.
[ Which seems obvious, since they've never had sex, but Garrett's tone implies that there'd been a decent chance of it. It matches the spirit's assertion of Garrett as a huge slut, and his self-admitted work at the club. (Truth be told, the spirit did some shit while he was possessed that he doesn't like to think about.) ]
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Date: 2021-02-11 03:52 am (UTC)[Which . . . said a lot about a lot. He kept stroking that nick, unable to look away or stop. It just . . . It made him feel a little less guilty?]
What else have I missed with all those clothes on?
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Date: 2021-02-11 04:08 am (UTC)Plenty. [Fuck, Steve wants to see his clothes off? Mouth suddenly dry, Garrett leans on the counter behind him, a little lost in the way it brings him down in height and lets Steve loom larger.] I have a lot of scars. Want to see them?
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Date: 2021-02-12 11:06 pm (UTC)It still irked him Garrett was taller, and when the man finally fell back a little it was a relief. If someone was going to tower over him, Steve wanted that person to be dominating him. He also wanted to be sure he could trust what would happen in that kind of situation, which wasn't what he currently had on his hands. He smiled slowly, fingers still stroking that scar.]
Why Garrett, that sounds like a proposition. I thought you had more gifts to deliver?
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Date: 2021-02-27 01:52 am (UTC)You're right, I should go- there are plenty of people I have to give presents to.
[There was, for the record, only one actual gift left in his bag. Despite his talk about multiple people getting presents.]
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Date: 2021-02-27 06:40 am (UTC)[He wasn't demanding, just offering. Teasing a little. And still stroking that nick. It bothered the fuck out of him he'd hurt someone enough to cause a scar, even if Garrett said he liked it. He'd really, honestly thought Garrett would heal! And as sexy as it was, it still bothered the shit out of him.
Steve leaned in slowly, giving the an plenty of time to pull away, despite the way he had Garrett almost pinned in place.]
Do you really have to go so soon?
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Date: 2021-03-16 07:34 am (UTC)Steve was too far away. Garrett hooked a finger into Steve's belt loop and yanked him closer, until their hips were flush together. As his lips parted to invite Steve in, Garrett's arm tightened around Steve's neck and his hand curled into the fabric of the other man's shirt.]
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Date: 2021-03-19 02:27 am (UTC)He groaned and slid his hand from Garrett's hip to his ass, stroking and then squeezing the firm flesh. Steve's other hand continued to pet that little nick, needing that odd contact with a desperation he couldn't explain. It just . . . he needed it. He wanted it. He wanted Garrett.]
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Date: 2021-04-05 03:06 am (UTC)While kissing him furiously, while grinding their hips together for friction that made him gasp, Garrett nudged Steve's hand a little, trying to encourage Steve to move it back into his long hair. His fangs were already starting to come out (more than the two little ones that he seemed to have all the time), catching lightly on Steve's lips, and he- fuck, he just wanted. He wanted Steve, he wanted to see more of that incredible strength he'd only seen glimpses of.]
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Date: 2021-04-10 02:19 am (UTC)Steve growled when the man tried to nudge his hand. He didn't want to stop touching that nick, but at the same time, he really liked the way those teeth kept catching on his lips. Were they getting longer? Sharper? That would be . . . really good. Drawing a little blood was hardly a problem for Steve. Reluctantly he moved his hand, pushing it into Garrett's hair, and tightened his fingers in the thick mass. A handle was nice . . . He growled again and moaned softly, kissing deeper.]
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Date: 2021-04-10 05:02 am (UTC)When Steve obliged him by gripping his hair, the simple feeling left Garrett's head spinning, almost dizzied from the growl, that soft, sexy moan, how fiercely Steve was kissing him. In spite of Steve's firm grip in his hair, Garrett couldn't resist the urge to try and move closer, answering Steve's moan with a soft sound of his own.]
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Date: 2021-04-12 03:03 am (UTC)Steve growled again and ground his hips against the man, the hand in Garrett's hair tightening. More. He wanted more.]
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Date: 2021-04-13 03:14 am (UTC)And now, with those same strong hands on him, Steve's mouth claiming his, tongue invading him like a conquest, with those growls that sent warmth and electricity racing down his spine- oh, now Garrett felt half-mad with it. Soft moans hummed under his breath as Steve walked him back and pressed him against the wall, as Garrett opened up, inviting Steve to take his mouth as fiercely as Garrett hoped he'd take his body. He nipped at Steve's lip and stroked his tongue against Steve's, sucking lightly until Steve made a sound. A rush of heat at that delicious friction, cock waking up with every grind of Steve against him, and Garrett broke the kiss to pull away, eyes sharp and hungry.]
As fun as this is, maybe we should-
[move to the bed, he plans to say, but purposely makes it sound like he's going to argue. Just to be a shit.]
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Date: 2021-04-20 03:32 am (UTC)Stop? The man wanted to stop? After all that lead up? After all that submission? Normally Steve would have backed off and listened, but he didn't feel quite like himself. He felt demanding and hungry and possessive. Garrett was his dammit! He'd decide when they stopped!]
[He snarled and twisted his hand in Garrett's hair, yanking the man's head back and exposing his neck. Steve leaned in and bit down hard enough to hurt a little, though not enough to draw blood. Yet. He growled against hot skin and a fluttering pulse, trying not to remember not to break the skin.]
If you say stop, I'm gonna hurt you. And give you another scar. So everyone knows you're mine.
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Date: 2021-04-20 06:40 pm (UTC)He knew how dangerous this situation was. Steve was obviously stronger than him, and there was a very sudden, very real possibility that Garrett didn't know him as well as he thought- and even if this was just more of Hell's bullshit, it didn't change the immediate danger.]
Oh god.
[He knew exactly how much danger he was in. But that gasp wasn't all fear or shock; it was breathless, as helpless as the way his cheeks flushed and mouth went dry. Garrett licked his lips and found his words again, voice wavering a little, trying to think over his heart pounding.]
-Move to the bed. I was going to say we should- move to the bed.
[There was no doubt in Garrett's mind that the man actually would follow through with that violence, forcing if necessary - whether Hell-influenced or not, it didn't matter. He had to explain himself, while suppressing a whimper at how his cock (half-hard only moments ago) strained almost painfully in his jeans.]
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Date: 2021-04-25 06:31 am (UTC)The tremor in the man's voice made him purr, as did the way Garrett's body reacted. So, the guy liked being pushed around and threatened, did he? Steve could understand that. In certain circumstances with certain people, so did he. But not at the moment. He growled again, though it was softer and more playful. And he pressed a kiss to the bite before meeting Garrett's eyes.]
Do you think you deserve the bed Garrett? You tried to run just now. I think the best you deserve is a wall. Or better yet, the floor . . .
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Date: 2021-04-27 04:26 am (UTC)[Fuck, he whimpered. He actually whimpered in Steve's grip from the low, gently dull pain of Steve's brutal grip on his hair. It wasn't letting up and with every passing second Garrett hurt a little more, pain building a little more as his blood heated a little more. This was the last thing he expected from Steve but the danger made him dizzy with lust that clawed his insides until he could scarcely breathe.]
I really did want to suggest the bed, I was just. Being a shit about it.
[Those blue eyes bored into him so intensely that Garrett felt completely exposed. Vulnerable, stripped bare under the man's piercing gaze. He knew instinctively that Steve was going to do exactly what he wanted with him. Garrett would have no choice but to take it, but- but he could try to make things better on himself.]
I'm sorry. I'll be good.
[Fuck, nothing had made his submissive side come out this hard in a long time. All he wanted was to appease Steve and make him happy- and, just maybe, know what it felt like to get disciplined by those strong hands. Just the idea made him hot.]
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Date: 2021-05-02 04:27 am (UTC)[Steve leaned in again, nose against Garrett's throat as he pulled in a deep, audible breath, letting it out slowly as a caress over the man's skin. He actually could tell when people lied a good portion of the time. He could hear it in their heartrates, smell it on the air, see the way their bodies betrayed them with tiny tells. Garrett was hard and getting harder. He wasn't lying, just getting more and more excited. And it smelled good.
He growled again and pulled back, then yanked on Garrett's hair again, bringing the man's face into a better position for him to get at. Steve leaned in again and kissed that nick in the man's brow, then licked it for good measure. And then gently bit it. He had no clue why it was such a hot button for him, but it was. Boy was it ever!]
Will you Garrett? Will you be a good boy for me? What if I said I didn't like good little boys?
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Date: 2021-05-31 02:06 am (UTC)The questions came one after the other, low and threatening and adding a note of faint moaning to his breaths. He frowned a little at the last, unsure of how to respond.]
I- don't know. [What? Unfair, why-] I want to be good for you.
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Date: 2021-05-31 02:11 am (UTC)I want you on your knees Garrett. I want you spread and ready for me. Can you do that? Do you want to do that? I can feel how hard you are, smell your excitement . . .
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Date: 2021-05-31 02:21 am (UTC)Yes. I can do that.
[He licked his lips again.]
I, ah... There's a spell I know, to summon- well, I haven't actually had to open a bottle of lube in years. Should I...?
[Best not to assume what Steve wants or will allow.]
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Date: 2021-05-31 02:23 am (UTC)[There's a lot of layers to those words. Steve was fascinated by magic and he would never get enough. To see such a useful spell was just so much better! He let Garrett go and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest.]
Go on then! Strip and get wet. I wanna see it.
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