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Taking care of Jean, Ashen could doâ?¦ But allowing Jean to return the favor was something his brother was used to. Even so he would try for the otherâ?¦ It seemed from the boyâ??s persistence that allowing him to care for him would please him all the same as if Ashen were to be fulfilling one of the boyâ??s wildest fantasies. â??Mmmâ?¦â? he moaned into the kiss, his eyes never leaving Jean even when he pulled back to talk again. â??Iâ??ll tryâ?¦â? he replied softly, as his voice had begun to get raspy from his steady panting. His hands were considerably soft and Ashen had definitely noticed those hands werenâ??t for working.

Ashen wanted to feel the otherâ??s lips against his again so he leaned forward, gently grasping the boyâ??s jaw within his warm hand, tilting his head back. As he moved to close the gap and snag a kiss, when Jeanâ??s nail scraped over the head of cock. He froze as the mere sensation of the boyâ??s nail running over the slit of the head seemed to magnify, simply intensifying the pleasure he was already experiencing. His lips parted slightly, a sudden moan escaping his open mouth. God he just wanted to top the other. This was torture for him. Ashen, finally, captured Jeanâ??s soft lips. He leaned into him just a bit more to lower his free hand to slip his warm hand into Jeanâ??s briefs. Ashen broke the kiss to tilt Jeanâ??s head to the side exposing his neck, to run his hot tongue along the boyâ??s sweet flesh. He then kissed Jeanâ??s neck softly before suckling softly, the hand within the boyâ??s briefs gently groping his cock.
 
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The blonde didnâ??t think too hard about what they were dong, or at least, he tried not to think too hard. Ashenâ??s cock was pulsating within his grasp, and he wanted nothing more than to play with it further to pleasure the demon. He wouldnâ??t say he wasâ?¦ gayâ?¦ but he did know that regardless of gender, his summon was still his summon. His job was to take care of the demon while the demon took care of himâ??it was just different than the others, since he decided to summon a demon instead of an angelic guardian.

And demonic rebellion was something he should have expected.

When he felt fingers slip into his briefs and the lips capture his lips, he gasped loudly. Ashenâ??s hand was like a grip of pure heat, and even though he was barely reacting to touching another maleâ??s shaft, his cock soon reacted. It arched a bit, twitching against the firm hand, before filling out steadily. â??Ashenâ?¦!â? his voice was breathy, as if he had it stolen from him, while the demon kissed along his neck and licked it. Was he going to be bitten? It felt strange surreal, and if he was, he wondered if he would enjoy it like the strange stories of vampires making their â??mealsâ?? enjoy that sensation.

But he didnâ??t want to back off, despite his hips arching against the warm touch, and pleasure taking over. Ashen was going to have to be firm on what he wanted, because Jean decided he was going to do so as well, and not let the other male get the â??upper handâ??. â??Ashen, no. Place your hands behind your back.â? he suddenly ordered, a bit surprised himself at the strong tone he used against his summon.
 
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â??You said it yourself Jeanâ?¦â? he murmured his fangs caressing the boyâ??s neck as he spoke. â??You said you wanted to please us bothâ?¦â? he added before running his tongue along the boyâ??s neck again feeling the blood rushing through his veins. â??mmmmâ?¦.â? He could just taste it. His cock throbbed from the sheer excitement and thrill of the moment really. â??I donâ??t want to Jeanâ?¦Iâ??d much rather touch and taste youâ?¦â? he replied to the boy as he began to stoke Jeanâ??s erect cock.

He continued to suck and lick the boyâ??s neck, as his hand continued to work. He just wanted to top Jeanâ?¦ Take him. Fuck him until he was begging for mercy. Ravage his body until he was crying for more. His fangs lengthened a bit more as he began to lose himself to the desires he so longed to fulfill. â??Iâ??m gonna taste you Jeanâ?¦â? he nearly growled out his voice filled with lust. Ashenâ??s canines were sharp to the touch now and as he went in to kiss the boy, his teeth pricked him. Just a little, blood began to oose from the small cutsâ?¦the smell of Jeanâ??s blood wafting up his nose. â??Godâ?¦you smell so divineâ?¦â? he commented as he ran his tongue over the crimson beads. He bit back an intense moan, a growl like sound escaping his eager mouth as the taste set him on fire.

â??Can I drink from you?â? he may have been defiant about putting his arms back, but he wouldnâ??t just simply take blood from the other. Even though he was somewhat blind with ecstasy and pleasure, just taking blood from his masters was never fun. He always liked them to accept it when he drank from them.
 
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Shivering, Jean leaned back a bit as he felt the demon lean closer and closer to him. It caused him to almost topple backwards, as he felt as if the other male wanted to invade more than just a bit of personal space. The fact that the hand on his cock was still teasing, made him jerk his hips upwards and a small moan to escape his lips. â??Tasteâ?¦? Ashen, what are you-.â? but his words were cut off, as their lips met for a simple kiss that turned out to be a bit more than he expected. The sharp fangs that he had somewhat ignored, made small cuts on his lips, drawing out droplets of blood that seemed to entice the demon to lick at them.

Was Ashen drinking his blood? It seemed like that was what the other male wanted, as the demon asked to drink from him. That made the blonde shiver, as he began to think that the demon was a vampire in some way. The thirst for blood wasnâ??t just a saying, and it seemed like those canines were sharp enough to do just the job. Suddenly, his cock jerked with a throbbing arousal, as he hadnâ??t realized it before, but the thought of the demon giving such a firm kiss and hickey on his neck made him flooded with arousal. Swallowing hard, he arched his hips against the hand, before tilting his head back. â??Notâ?¦not too muchâ?¦â? Jean warned, as he felt his eyelids hood fractionally.

His fingers squeezed against Ashenâ??s cock for a moment, as if he needed something stable to hold onto, while the other hand was flat palmed against the bed to keep him stable. He didnâ??t bother scolding Ashen for not listening to him, as he would do that after the demon was pleased. After all, if Ashen was part vampire, they were much better sated than wild with bloodlust.
 
Ashen flinched a bit when Jeanâ??s fingers clamped tighter around his erection. â??I wonâ??tâ?¦â? he replied with a slight nod of his head. He started out at first, just caressing Jeanâ??s soft skin with his lips. He then began to lick and suckle gently upon the spot where he wanted to take blood. Taking his free hand cupped the back of Jeanâ??s head, his fingers gently grabbing at the boyâ??s hair. He parted his lips wider, his fangs slowly beginning to sink into Jeanâ??s slender neck. He moaned as the fountain of crimson warmth gushed into his eager mouth, rushing down his quivering throat.

The hand stroking Jeanâ??s cock stopped to dip further down into the briefs. For a couple of moments he gently toyed with the otherâ??s sac to give him other feelings to focus on rather than the pain surging through his neck. However, the pain should fade into pleasure soon as long as the boy stayed accepting. He wasnâ??t a vampire and definitely couldnâ??t force pleasure upon another during his feeding and the more resistant one was, the worse it felt. He slipped his hand deeper moments later, cupping Jeanâ??s soft ass before taking his middle finger and gently prodding at the boyâ??s entrance. Ashen slowly began to dip his finger inside of the other, pushing it as far as possible in their current position.

Gently, he began to thrust his finger as he slowly retracted his fangs. He licked over the bite wounds, bright rubies beading the incisions soon after. Ashen licked over his blood stained lips looking down at his summoner. â??How do you feel?â? he asked the other as he gently began to twist and turn that single digit deep within the other, getting a feel for him.
 
How do I feel?

How did he feel? Bitten and violated, he had to wonder what he was feeling for sure. Step by step, his mind tried to logic its way through what was happening and how it led up to this moment. Heâ??d summon a demon of many moral questions, dealt with plenty of disruptions, found that he kind of like those disruptions and the package it came with, and now, he was on his bed, dripping his own blood. Oh, and there was a finger up where the sun didnâ??t shine.

â??Greatâ?¦ greatâ?¦â? Jean muttered, feeling strangely cold and warm at the same time. It had hurt, because initially, he couldnâ??t help but to resist the drawing of his blood through fanged teeth and warm tongue. Little creases on his forehead indicated that he had frowned hard the entire time, while his fingers were slack on Ashenâ??s cock from the shock of the finger while in the midst of donating some blood. A bit dizzy from the lack of blood and confusion from mixing feelings, he didnâ??t protest.

He was panting and attempted to wet his lips with his rather dry tongue. â??Iâ??d prefer it, if weâ??re going to do thisâ?¦ that I top.â? Jean stated firmly, not really moving to change their position just yet. He wanted to let Ashen do as he enjoyed most, but at the same time, he wasnâ??t sure anal for him was going to feel good. Not when heâ??s never even fucked another person or being in his entire life. That, and the two facts that: one, summons didnâ??t topple their summoners, and two, the thought of pressing the strong demon face down on the bed flared lust in him. As he thought that, his fingers came up to press against his neck, the wound healing but the blood still rather fresh.

In Jeanâ??s mind, it was fair, really. Ashen sucked his blood, so it was only fair play that Jean got to fuck him. Right?
 
"What a stubborn summoner you are...Most masters by now would have succumb to me...but you not so much."

"I would have preferred to be on top, but if you want to ride that's fine with me... For a virgin you sure are fearless." he said with a playful chuckle as he began to pull back his finger. Once he had fully moved away from the other, Ashen slipped off the bed and kicked off his leather boots. He was never one to ties laces. He then slipped off his pants, and then his shirt all while facing Jean...feeling like a stripper of some sort. All he was missing was the sexy music.

Ashen climbed onto the bed, moving up to where the pillows were. "Since you really wanna dominate me for some odd reason I'll let you..." he said with small grin as he ran his fingers through his dark hair, until his hands were at the back of his head. He reclined back, resting his body upon the comfortable bed looking over at Jean... "What is it you want me to do, other than fuck you?" he questioned with a slight raise in his eyebrows.

This would be quite interesting for Ashen. He would be finally playing the summon's role. Although he didn't like the idea as much as he liked being in charge there was too much he could do about it. Perhaps if he caved in this one time it wouldn't be too degrading. "Hey you promise me if you ever run into my brother somehow you don't tell him...He'll never let me live it down..." Ashen added a moment later. "Goddamn prick." he uttered to himself softly.
 
Jean watched with wide eyes as the other male stripped and nearly teased him with the way that the masculine body was revealed. He had not yet developed such fine lines, and perhaps with his body type, he wasnâ??t going to. But they were erotic and envious to see upon Ashenâ??s body. Shivering, he tried to strip the remainder of his clothes, shirt really, off of his body, before joining the demon on the bed once more. All the while, his head was playing the song â??Strip Teaseâ?? by Hawksley Workman like they were at some homoerotic club.

â??Ashen, Iâ??m going to fuck you.â? he stated once more, sliding himself so that he was between the demonâ??s legs. Their naked flesh slid against one another and made him shiver. For someone that was supposed to be a constant battler or whatnots, Ashenâ??s skin was soft to his touch. His own was only soft because he was a pacifist and never did anything that would scratch and grind at his body.

Jean placed his palms on the summonâ??s hips and gripped him with his fingers. His grip wasnâ??t the strongest of everyone, but was enough to perhaps bruise a regular person. Then again, Ashen was a demon, so he had to wonder how his touch felt upon the other maleâ??s body. â??Youâ??ll let me, right?â? the blonde asked, as if he half expected the other male to fight against him. He wasnâ??t as strong as Ashen wasâ??no where nearâ??but he was the summoner. Ashen couldnâ??t hurt himâ?¦ could he? Suddenly, Jean was rushing his mind to remember every spell that would restrain the summon if s/he were ever to get out of control.
 
"I know...I know..." he replied with a sly grin. "However I am battling whether I should let you or not.." he said half heartedly. He relaxed a bit more onto the bed to the point where it felt he would sink into it. Their naked flesh rubbing against each other, set him on fire. It was torture for him lying there....not being the one in complete control for once. He grinned when the boy placed his hands upon his slender hips as if he owned his body.

"Will I let you?" he smiled. "Hmmm I dunno...It doesn't seem as if you are capable of topping a demon of my caliber." he teased with a smile. "Come now stop looking for permission when you've already made it pretty damn clear you wouldn't be the one taking it..." he said reaching forward and cupping the boys cheek with his warm hand. "Fuck me...you know I am under you authority as well as I do...stop hesitating and do what you desire... Or else I'll make you get on top..." he said hinting that he'd make the other ride him, if he kept second guessing himself.

Ashen scooted a bit down the bed, bending his knees slightly so that now Jean's hard-on would be pressing up against his entrance. He wondered how it would feel. Up until now it had only been him giving the sex... What happened? Oh right, compassion happened. Ah well it was too late now to try and convince the other to lie down and take it. Plus Jean seemed so determined to to this. Why should he spoil his desires? Because he wanted something different? That really wasn't a good enough excuse for the demon at the moment. "I'm ready whenever you are Jean..." the demon announced with a smile and a slight nod of his head. To further show his submissiveness he rose both his arms, planting his hands above his head gripping the pillows beneath his parted fingers.

[nice song]
 
It almost felt as if the demon was teasing him, mocking him even, that he was so determined to dominate in this encounter. Future encounters, if there were any, was something he didnâ??t think about strongly. What did it matter, if the other male didnâ??t want to copulate with him again? â??Iâ??m not second guessing myself, I just donâ??t want to rape you.â? he muttered, soft heart already finding that he was being a bit forceful upon another being.

Even still, he firmed his resolve and leaned over Ashen towards the nightstand. Almost shyly, he pulled out a small tube of lubrication and mumbled something about it helping him masturbate. Jean wasnâ??t a complete virgin that he didnâ??t know what was what, after all. Just the feeling of Ashenâ??s entrance near his arousal was enough to make the cock twitch with desire. â??Have you everâ?¦ done this before?â? the blonde asked, almost as if they needed to make conversation during sex. Such a strange lead-up, he found himself thinking, as they hadnâ??t actually been in each otherâ??s company for that long. But being summon and summoner gave a special bond that he enjoyed nourishing.

He squeezed a good amount on his fingers and rubbed them together, before placing the tip of his middle finger against the dry entrance. All the porno he had watchedâ??secretlyâ??and the things he had learned in health class came back again, and he had to lick his lips and take a breath to steady himself. Gently, as if Ashen was made of glass, he smeared the lubrication around the anal opening, and then dipped his middle finger in all the way.

[;D]
 
Yeah Ashen was mocking a bit, but that was something he couldn't help. That was a quality he was born with, not just some habit he'd picked up over his many lifetimes. It was hard to tone it down, and even harder to turn it off... "Rape me?" he laughed. "Preposterous. If I really didn't feel I wanted to do this regardless of our relation as summoner and summon you would be the one lying in my spot... I've forced others before, I'll have no problem forcing myself upon you." he reassured the other. Whether that was comfort to the other or not, Ashen felt he needed to know.

His golden eyes watched curiously as the boy leaned over his muscular frame to get to his nightstand. The demon wondered what he was getting. Ashen shook his head at Jean's question. "Nope." he replied simply with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. He watched as the other smeared the substance onto his fingers and then proceeded to do the same to his entrance. It quivered slightly under the touch of his summoner, strange sensations flowing through it. It felt weird... His body slightly tensed up at the feeling of Jean's finger effortlessly slipping into his lubricated bud. Words could not describe the amount of foreign feelings rushing through his body all at once.

His lips had parted a bit, his fingers clenching the pillow tightly. The demon's cock throbbed at the weird sensation of the boy's single digit, bobbing up and down dotting his tanned flesh with precum.
 
Ashen wasâ?¦ gorgeous. More than that actually, like a Greek god that demanded to be worshiped. The thoughts actually made Jean mentally chuckle, as he knew that it was much too sappy for the demon, and something that was too romanticized for any person in the modern age. However, it didnâ??t dim down the beauty that the demon showed, spread out before him, accepting him in a way that he wasnâ??t ready to accept Ashen.

â??Iâ??ll be gentle then. Iâ??ve read things on this, you know. Not exactly anal sex, but the readings spoke about the vagina being similar in the need to stretch, lubricate, andâ?¦ um, yeah.â? he realized midway through that it was a bit strange to talk about it in the medical term, when he had now two fingers shoved up the demonâ??s ass. Golden eyes seemed to watch his every move, as the fingers rocked in and out of the passage. It felt strange for him to have fingers up somewhere he didnâ??t even touch on his own body, except to clean that is.

Each stretch and tightening of the muscles were felt upon his fingers, and Jean couldnâ??t help the impulse to watch what he was doing. â??Youâ??ve got to tell me if I hurt you.â? Jean informed, as if Ashen was going to just grunt and bare the pain. But who knows, maybe he would? The younger maleâ??s fingers werenâ??t huge, but they were average male sizes for his age, and large enough that two of them were able to look huge inside of the small entrance. Loosening the sphincter, he swallowed hard and began to feel around inside Ashen, rather than pump his fingers. Smooth walls that were warm and wet from cherry flavored lubricant. However, after a moment and a slight crook of his fingers, he brushed against the prostate with a firm stroke.
 
Wow...for Jean to know a considerable amount about the act they were about to commit, Ashen would have thought he had done it many times before. However, he knew all too well that just because someone was knowledgeable about something, didn't mean they had experience in it. He began to pant softly, his chest heaving up and down at a faster pace as the other continue to thrust, his body getting used to the sensations.

"Tell you and look like a wimp....I don't think so..." he said jokingly shutting his golden eyes as he felt the second finger of Jean's slip into him and stretch him more. Their was a twinge of pain but that faded faster than he would have imagined almost like he was used to stuff prodding around up there all the time. His pant got louder and heavier, turning into soft moans, his fingers pulling at the pillow. Any harder and he'd rip it to shreds. Just as Ashen' body was getting used to the boy's soft modest strokes he ran into his erogenous zone.

It was such an unexpected feeling. His back arched from the bed, his mouth opening wider as he cried out in pleasure, a moan he himself had never heard before. His nails had sunk into the fabric of the pillow, his panting heavier as if he were out of breath from the sudden burst of pleasure ripping through his body. There was a deep blush upon the demon's cheeks when he settled back down upon the bed as he was just moments before... A bashful expression unlike any other present as he looked up at the other. A Kodak moment was what is was now. It was the first and only time anyone was previewed such a look upon the demon's usually confident, simply arrogant face.
 
â??I wonâ??t think youâ??re a wimp.â? he offered in response, despite knowing that his opinion on championship and all that was not exactly the most reliable. But the words seemed lost on his summon, as the demon arched off of the bed and gave such a moan that it went right to his arousal and jerked at it. Jean found that he too was panting, with the erotically submissive image that Ashen was displaying for him.

He had to wonder how many masters in the past had seen Ashen like this. How many of them had driven the demon with lust and made love to him like he was either a whore or a worshiped saint. Either way it felt like a small pit of jealousy in his stomach, but he knew it was ridiculous to think of such things. Jean wasnâ??t that old, he was in no way a fraction of what the demon had lived, and it would have been stupid of him to think that this creature was the purest of all and was giving him the demonâ??s virginity.

Moistening his lips with his tongue, he bit down on his bottom lip as he gently eased his fingers out to the tip. â??Wowâ?¦ responsive.â? Jean stated with no words to describe the beauty of Ashenâ??s reaction. It boasted his confidence level like a good kick to the nuts, and without further ado, he thrust his fingers back in with a bit more force. The tips of his fingers scraped teasingly, almost with more pressure than before, against the prostate. Now that he knew where it was, he was determined to use it to his advantage.

With his other hand, he grasped Ashenâ??s towering shaft and began to pump it in time with his finger-fucking; his own cock nearly violet and almost dripping precum. What would Ashen look like, once he fucked him? â??I assume this feels good?â? it almost sounded like a statement, but at the same time, it was a need for confirmation that he was doing good.
 
Ashen looked away at the other's comment. He wasn't supposed to be seeing him like this. It wasn't right... It felt like all the walls he built around himself to keep him above anything and everyone else were crumbling down all around him now. He didn't know whether that was good or bad. He found himself panting and crying out with pleasure again as Jean thrust his fingers back into him with more confidence, brushing up against his sweet spot harder and harder.

Ashen really was giving up the purest part upon his body. It was the only place he hadn't allowed anyone close to because he was always in control. He never even thought of such until he met Jean. He writhed in pleasure in that one spot, the look upon his face of pure ecstasy. When the boy had grasped his cock and pump him mercilessly he had to bite down onto his bottom lip, gnawing softly to stifle another moan trying to escape him. He couldn't bring himself to answer the boy's question.

It wasn't as if he were speechless or anything... He just couldn't as the pleasure was too much. It clouded his thoughts. He was afraid that if he even began to talk, all that would come out were unwanted moans.... "Nng..." there was a point when all he did was pant for a few moments sounding like he was completely out of breath, gripping the pillow so tightly he could feel the tiny fabric beneath the the pads of his fingers rip slowly.

"Nnng...aah..." he couldn't stifle his moans any longer, deprive himself of the inexplicable pleasure coursing through every part of his being. His moans began to fill the room again, and Ashen had finally begun to lose himself within the moment. "I--it feels good Jean..." he said in between pants and moans, his golden eyes nearly slits, glistening with pure ecstasy and bliss.
 
Just as golden eyes were mere slits, so were the crystalline blue ones. Jean couldnâ??t help but pant in desire at seeing how undone Ashen was becoming. The strong and proud demon seemed to just melt away like butter under his touch. It gave the teen a sense of pleasure in power, but also, a soft warmth that touched not only his crotch, but his chest. Whether or not Ashen had done this many times didnâ??t seem to matter any more, as he was in the here and now.

Jean knew he had to find the incantation to send the other male backâ??it was the main goal right from the start. But at the moment, he couldnâ??t find the will to do so. It was the furthest back in his mind, and desperately, he didnâ??t want to send back Ashen. Not when he felt strangely connected to the other male as such. â??Sâ??just my fingersâ?¦ imagine what itâ??d be like with my cock.â? he teased lewdly, confidence definitely building as he was able to reduce someone to lustful pleasures. It wasnâ??t a spark of arrogance, but enough that it was boastful and encouraging.

Enough that he was slipping a third finger into Ashen and pressing firmly against the prostate once more. Meanwhile, his thumb nuzzled along the perineum to double attack the prostate on both sides, and his other thumb smoothed over the cock-slit. How he had so much control and didnâ??t end up humping Ashenâ??s leg was beyond the blonde, but he was so focused on gathering more cries and moans from the demon, that he barely noticed himself. â??Itâ??s okay you knowâ?¦ to let go. Itâ??ll feel better.â? of course he didnâ??t know from experience, but it seemed like it would.

Fascinated, he leaned down and gave a tentative lick along the demonâ??s shaft, tasking the salty flavor of the flesh, before licking a long swipe along the head.
 
He was too lost to even think of a witty remark to counter the boy' lewd taunt. In fact he found himself unable to think of much really, but how good Jean's fingers felt so deep inside of him. So deep, toying with his tight virgin hole. He was reacting so much to just the boy's fingers he really did wonder for a split second, just how he would be with the boy's cock. For a moment he saw himself just dying with the ultimate pleasure, hanging awkwardly off the edge of the bed. With a satiated expression upon his face.

His voice became caught in his throat for moment as that third finger slipped into him, stretching him more. "Fuck..." he cried out. Oh god...he felt like such a child having someone centuries younger than him use his line on him. "Don't you go telling me like you know..." was what he wanted to say. His mouth even parted as if her were about to respond but all that came out were moans of absolute bliss he couldn't get out before, those golden slits finally shutting completely. His hands came down to his hair gripping tightly. Why did it feel so good? He felt like he would go insane.

His eyes didn't stay shut for long however, when Jean's tongue touched him. "Nnng...." he started to pant while moaning, his cries beginning to sound like whines as the pleasure continued to build up in his body. He started to shudder a bit, his toes curling into the sheets beneath him, his tongue slowly running over his dry lips as he watched the boy own him like no one else. "You're driving me crazy..." he said to the boy before his hands snaked down to his sides gripping the sheets, his back arching again. "Jean....ah!" he moaned one of his hands finding its way down to the boy's blonde hair, running through the silken strands slowly.

"Fuck....I feel like I'm gonna die..." he says...phrases he wouldn't have never spoken in his right state of mind.
 
Let it never be said that when in lust, one had a clear mind. Truly, when they were enveloped as deep as one could be, they were lost to the world but the touches of their partner and the caresses of flesh against flesh. For Jean, he was lost in the pleasure of pleasing Ashen. It gave him ideas of doing things to heighten that pleasure, despite not knowing how else to go about things heâ??d never done before. But the gentle licking along the shaft, as well as the deep penetration he could do with his fingers seemed to be working magical wonders upon the demon.

â??Isnâ??t this a good way to go?â? because really, heâ??d rather die in pleasured bliss as the demon appeared to be in, than to be speared in the head by some random object designed for battle. But that was just his opinion.

Despite the fact that the angle he was bent at was a bit uncomfortable, he continued to nibble along the head and licked along the slit. His fist firmly stroke the remainder of the shaft, a bit uneven in strength and pace, but it was his first time touching another personâ??s cockâ??give him a break. His fingers that were buried within Ashen, however, were near skilled. The prostate was given no quarter, as it was teased and played with for another moment.

After which, he finally pulled back his fingers and slicked up his shaft with his precum and the rest of the lubrication. A condom was completely out of his thoughts, though he would argue that if Ashen was still kicking well, he wasnâ??t going to get some sexually transmitted disease any time soon. Pregnancy? They were both males, werenâ??t they?

So with all of that in and out of his head within seconds, he adjusted them and nuzzled the tip of his shaft against Ashenâ??s anal passage. Suddenly, a wicked smirk spread across his lips. â??Want this, Ashen?â? he asked, indicating with a swipe of his shaft along the loosened entrance.
 
"Jean..." he moaned as the boy played with his cock, his mouth as skillful as his fingers, continuously drawing moan after moan. He wiggled a bit in his spot, his toes still curled into the sheets, his fingers having curled into fists.

And the pleasure continued, numbing whatever conscience the demon had left. Thank the gods the boy didn't have a strange fetish for cameras. Ashen would be so embarrassed to see himself so strung out on ecstasy the way he was now. He had even begun to rock his hips a bit, taking the boy's fingers in deeper, the feeling of his teasing fingers plucking at his prostate feeling better and better.

Ashen's eyes went back to being closed....his demonic frame resting upon the bed once the other had stopped his merciless thrusting. He panted softly, his feet toes uncurling, his fingers stretching. Even though it seemed the demon was relaxing, coming down off his high, he was still on edge, still numb with unbelievable pleasure on the path on begging for more. Ashen shuddered at the feeling of Jean's cock pressing up against his quivering entrance. At the sound of the blonde's voice his eyes opened to golden slits still hazed over with absolute bliss.

He moaned in response to the head of Jean's member rubbing along his worked entrance. "Yes...fuck me Jean..." he said in an almost whiny like manner, almost as if he were begging. To a certain extent he was. The look on his face read he needed Jean inside of him. Before he was going crazy from pleasure, and now he felt he would go crazy from not having it... At this point, Ashen would even beg....If Jean wanted him to.
 
Jean wasnâ??t a sinister person by heart or conscious mind, but the sight of having someone as powerful as Ashen before him, was intoxicating. He almost wished he had been able to fetch his camera and take a few snaps at this image, but his memory was sound, and he was able to ingrain each detail of the submissive demon in his mind. The response he received was rather whiny, but the sound was still half authoritative.

Swallowing both need and stupidity down, he pressed gently against the moist hole, before pulling back. â??Beg for my cock, Ashen.â? beg for your master was the underlining tone.

Power was addictive, and even though he knew he had no right to grasp it, he wanted it. Blonde hair stuck to his forehead, sweat gently building on his body as he was strung with the need to shove himself deep into the demon before him and spill his seed inside the otherâ??s body. But at the moment, he was gripping the base of his shaft and preventing his own orgasm, so that he calmed from his high and was able to appear as dominating as possible.

As to encourage the dark haired male before him into speech, he continued to brush the tip of his erection against the pink entrance. It teased them both rather well, while his left hand continued on teasing the other maleâ??s straining shaft. Just enough grip to give pleasure, but just slow enough to prevent release. He didnâ??t want to completely break Ashen like some pet, but he did want something more than a brick wall he feared heâ??d run into. Teasing and dominatingâ?¦ it was just one way to edge himself into the demonâ??s heart, and perhaps, remain in Ashenâ??s memories, long after he is no longer the demonâ??s summoner and master.
 
Yes power was all too addicting. His brother was supposed to have his title, and Ashen his but... Just one slip up on his first master and well his realm had to change his whole description. Which would explain why his summoning spell had a striking resemblance to his other half. It was weird that now, out of his whole lifetime he was reverting back to his roots.

"Nng...please give it to me Jean...." he pleaded with the other, his fingers curling up within the sheets from the sheer anticipation of how the other would feel inside of him. "I need you...please don't tease me any longer..." Ashen continued on, as he gazed up into Jean's blue eyes. This was what the demon was meant for. He was a tool of power, meant to give his summoners a feel of absolute godliness. Make them feel like they were absolute. That they were just. Make them like how he is...or err....is outside of this moment.

In a way he had been doing that over the centuries, but not like the way he was doing it for Jean. Jean felt that way because he was controlling the demon, his formers felt powerful because there was a god upon their side. For the first time, Ashen was in his true form. Following down his destined path and not the one he built for himself. It was strange how his subconscious didn't snap to attention, and shut down the other for attempting to make him beg. For some reason that part of him was completely dormant leaving only what Jean was seeing just then.

It was almost like he was a completely different person.
 
Powerful was not a word that one would associate with Jean. He wasnâ??t as tall, or as visibly strong, as many of the males in his school. His magic was wayward and his strength was painful to witness. But even still, in this one moment, he felt the rush that Ashen was supposed to give to the summoners. Having a powerful summon beside him was important to protect him, but it never made him feel powerful; it was never his power to begin with.

But hereâ?¦ here with Ashen, was what gave him that rush. Reaching over with his left hand, he brushed his fingers along the demonâ??s cheekbone, then over the soft lips. â??You beg so lovelyâ?¦ I wonder if youâ??d ever make me beg?â? for his life or for pleasure, he didnâ??t know which. It didnâ??t matter though, as he found that his control was slipping. For some reason, he found himself pressing his fingers against those soft lips, the same time his shaft was pressing harder against the soft entrance that begged to be fucked.

Nearly forcing his fingers into the other maleâ??s mouth, he petted the wet tongue. It was nothing in comparison to the warmth that he felt when entering Ashenâ??s body though. Fire seemed to just spring upon his nerves and burned him inside out. The delirious thrill and nerve wrecking pleasure caused his eyes to flutter, as he rocked his body back and forth. Each rock forward pushed another inch of him into the tight and virginal body, before crisp, blonde pubic hair crunched against the soft bottom. His fingers teased the tongue, feeling the wet slime there, as his hips gave no time for adjustment and began to rock slowly and teasingly against the prostate and inner walls. â??Ashenâ?¦â?
 
There wasn't enough sense left in the demon's head to even come up with a proper response for what Jean had said. All he could even manage to think of was how good it would feel when Jean filled him. Or if he even would. He seemed to be having a dandy time toying with him. Not that it was bothering Ashen. He was made for such services and there really wasn't much he could do about in the state that he was in, anyway.

Ashen's lips parted for the male's fingers. His breath was hot on the other's slender fingers. His tongue brushed over Jean's fingers as he moaned when the boy began to slide into him. Pleasure ripped through his body once again, as it had when Jean first brushed up against his prostate. His member was much fuller than his fingers, hotter too. And the weird sensation of it throbbing inside of him sent shivers through him, causing his own cock to throb with pleasure as well.

"Jean..." he managed to speak clearly with the other's fingers in his mouth, caressing his slick tongue. He began to rock his hips slowly, making Jean go deeper inside of him, brush against his sweet spot so much more. "So good..." he moaned out, his hands going above his head again and grasping the pillows. His tongue had begun to toy with the boy's digits idly as he continued to work his hips, his climax building up, threatening to rip through him. "Kiss me.." he pleaded softly, golden eyes gazing up at Jean. No matter how bad he wanted to cum, he wouldn't until Jean did, unless the blonde wished something different.
 
The soft plea was ignored at first, as Jean focused on thrusting his shaft into the tight passage. Like a key that didnâ??t fit well, but was forced to fit, their body built a strong friction between them. It made him rather dizzy, but despite it being something he had never experienced before, he didnâ??t come like some virginal boy who had never masturbated in his entire life. However, the coiling in his abdomen was there, and he feared that he would lose it before he desired to.

â??You knowâ?¦â? god, why couldnâ??t he stop randomly talking? It was like things just poured from his mind to his mouth, the filter broken in attempt to keep the coolant systems working. â??Iâ??ve seenâ?¦ people. Around school. They have toysâ?¦ for these moments.â? intimate moments with erotic toys that he would have never thought about using on anyone. That was before this though, and at the moment, his imagination was running wild. â??Youâ??d let me use them on you, wouldnâ??t you?â? it wasnâ??t really a question, but he pulled the end of the sentence up in his tone either way.

Just the thought of doing something like he had witnessed a few timesâ??all by accident, of courseâ??made him actually blush. There was a natural pink tint on his cheeks from exerting himself to plow into Ashenâ??s body, but this was an embarrassed and aroused flush that spread across his cheeks and even towards his neck. Jean could just imagine tugging his demon around on a leash, torturing this sinful demon with a cock-ring, or the more daring chastity belts that he had seen for the â??categoryâ?? they were in.

Eyelids fluttering shut, he moaned loudly and began to fuck Ashen with vigor. It was all too much for him, and as he was nearing his release, he nearly smashed their lips together. Meshing the flesh as if to make them one, he rutted hard against the demonâ??s hips, while claiming the other maleâ??s mouth as his own. Tongue, lips and teeth collided, as he left no inch of Ashenâ??s mouth unexplored. It was then that he grunted into the otherâ??s mouth and came hard after spearing the prostate head on. Thick spurts of semen gushed out of him and filled Ashen deep inside, while his cock throbbed rapidly like his beating heart.
 
He nodded slightly to the boy's inquiry. At that moment anything Jean wanted he wanted. It was a total rarity to get Ashen so fucked up on pleasure he would agree with you a hundred percent with no arguments. Actually this was the only damn time, and anyone who knew the demon and was watching this would have been like, "That ain't Ashen..." Ashen cried out softly when Jean began thrusting vigorously.

When Jean came smashing their lips together a hiccup, as a result of a satisfied sigh and gasp of surprise, made him jerk a bit beneath the other's smaller frame. He was relieved he was getting a kiss, but surprised at how sudden it was. He was just filled with mixed emotions. He moaned deeper into the kiss, his mouth open for Jean to explore until his heart's content. He continued to rock his hip matching the speed of Jean's heightening the pleasure for them both... He grunted as well, surprisingly not crying out, but maybe because he was still kissing Jean, as the other fiercely pressed against his spot sending waves of pleasure all through his shuddering body.

His golden eyes were wide, in contrast to Jean's shut one's. Ashen's back had arched up off the bed, closing the small gap between their bodies as he released. For a moment he had to tear his mouth away from the kiss gasping in sheer pleasure as his hot seed spewed onto their stomach's as Jean's did deep inside him. "N..aaah..." he released a held in breath falling back down onto the bed...completely exhausted from such a powerful orgasm...from the both of them. Oddly his stomach felt full.... But even odder he didn't mind it.

Hot, sweaty, and sticky, Ashen closed any gap between them by wrapping his powerful arms gently around Jean holding him close to him. He didn't even want to move. He just wanted to drift off with the other in his arms....into a deep slumber.
 
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