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Log; Complete
When; Mar. 14 (afternoon)
Rating; MA (rly now…)
Characters; John Constantine![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silkcutremix, the Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; asupposedly cursed challenge becomes the prelude to a hairy situation
Log;
Flip. Flip Flip. Dialogue spoke from Twonky in bits and pieces as the nightmare surfed their seemingly endless channels. Even with cable there seemed to be nothing of interest here. One movie after the next. One soap opera after the next. He may as well have been browsing the network for any dramatic results from the lizard disaster or more of that rape angel debacle.
The Corinthian glanced over his shoulder, toothy eye hidden by his shades settling on Constantine, whatever he was doing that day, be it something productive or lounging in his skivvies. Again.
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Twonky had been well behaved since John had gave the demonic telly a "bit of a talking to" with a vial of virgin's blood and a bit of right and proper hexing. It had better behave unless Constantine's lips form the most dirtiest of words that could ever penetrate the box it resided in: Exorcism. That and Constantine had better things to do, like lounge in bed with a cigarette. It was something more productive than wanking his cock to how many creatures he could behead and pile. The ravens and vultures would be fat for weeks.
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What if Twonky had no religion with which Constantine could use as a tool for the exorcism? The ghost in the machine was a tricky little devil, whatever Twonky's origins were. Cori felt they could do better than that though.
"Hey," he called to John, the lounging booger--er... bugger. "You awake?"
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John buffed and threatened and did it well. Or well enough that the telly stopped whispering about dismembered cocks and crushed balls and resumed mockery through imagery. Bloody thing.
"Awake," the magus said with an eased mumble.
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"There's no good porn on TV," the nightmare stated with near disappointment, arm draped over the back of the couch. He left the box on lower volume, showing some old syndicated series like the Dukes of Hazzard. "So tell me a story, and make it good," Cori 'requested.'
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John had to cock a brow at this, an eye open and head cocked towards his direction. "What, you think I'm too lazy to help you with a little tension?" He knew the nightmare had a faster reload than he did but he was supposed to be a patient immortal, wasn't he? Guess sometimes you just had to do it now, he figured.
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The Corinthian rest his chin on the back of that couch, a devious look to his teeth eyes though it was subtle. He was patient surely, but this was different. "I want to hear another file from the records of a J. Constantine," he clarified, then added the magic word, "please?"
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John's gaze returned the look, the cool mage lying there for a moment, fixed on his companion in the slow, calculating manner of a reptile. Hmmm, he was always the one to tell stories, at the pub or anywhere else, wasn't he? He could not deny the pleasure (in more than one sense here) to the Corinthian, oh no he could not.
"What are you looking for?" he then asked.
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"Action, drama, mystery, intrigue, a little sex, humor," Cori listed off with a twist of his hand, "anything." He offered John a challenging grin.
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"There really is nothing good on the telly then." John eased himself, but at the same time, he had better stories than whatever they could throw up through a production anyway. "Take it you want a little emphasis on the sex bit, don't you?"
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"There isn't, but you're no second rate act either," said the nightmare. As for the sex bit, he turned his head to the side briefly, eyeing John from the corner of his shades, "just a little." His tone was low, almost a husky purr.
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A grin crept across that face of Constantine's, slow as a snake. "A little," he rumbled back in a growl. No werewolves this time though, not with what Constantine had in mind.
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He beckoned the magician. "Lay it on me," Cori insisted with a smirk. He could take any story, or so he thought.
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Any story? Constantine was willing to test that, to see what would the nightmare doodle his noodle to and would not. "Let's see." This one or that one?
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Oh the magus was taking his sweet time, keeping the nightmare waiting for his grand opus. Cori was already undoing his jeans, hem of his tank top pulled above his waistband. Was John paying close attention. "I know you won't disappoint me."
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"You won't disappoint me either," John replied. Shit, better not get a hard on himself now, a distraction from memory bleeding away into fantasy (hmmmm), but he had something: "I 'ave a good one. You know how strong that sex magic bollocks can be, yeah?"
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"Yeah first hand experience," sort of, as his own hand tugged on the elastic band of his tighter skivvies.
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"Nothing erotic about that little fiasco either." John puffed on the butt before stubbing it into a nearby ashtray among the several they had scattered around the bed alone. "Tell you what, when you harness it for what you need, that shit goes a long way. Thing is (you're going to love this part), I needed a partner. Male. I needed to, say, set my little domino masterpiece I had into motion but that needed a spell with a good output of masculine energy. Where can I find that? Two frotting cocks apparently.
"I played with the fag route a bit when I was younger, but never really thought I'd return to it later. Funny that: There I was at some pub with a lad a little younger than me. We were talking, I know I could net anyone I wanted when I wanted it, but it was, oh, a matter of if I wanted to pick up another bird? Or try the faggotry again?
"Few months back, I was with someone named, eh, who was it, oh, thassit, Bonita. Beautiful as her name suggested. Spanish. Lovely dark eyes. Not going to tell you what happened to her, but, shit, she did not know what I meant by "stay out of my business." A ghoul meant after me couldn't help his fucking self. Plucked out her eyes and cracked her skull open like a fuckin' egg. End of her, sad for a month but somehow I moved on. I was getting used to it then. Routine almost."
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Definitely nothing erotic about that fiasco, but the second time was a charm wasn't it? Learn from mistakes, aim to rectify and make the next one better. Cori listened intently as John unfolded this story before him. Two frotting cocks, pure masculine energy, and he rather liked it for the simpler pleasures instead of the domino effect.
His fingertips hadn't dipped low just yet. The nightmare was waiting for the good part, and patiently so. Nothing more titillating than a man rediscovering his fag end.
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Fag ends. Constantine pondered lighting another cigarette, reaching over to his half-empty pack. "That cursa' mine, it's a little nicer with the blokes I've been with but they caught on that a man dealing with things that could do more than tear your ear off is not normal. They stopped at the missing ear.
"Tobias was his name. I had mixed feelings talking to him, smiling, nodding, listening intently to what I had to say about this time I was out in Tibet trying to find some hidden order of monks or something like that. Funny thing was he was interested when I told him what I found instead. Any normal tosser would have looked me in the eye, called me a delusional cunt and left. I'd laugh and give'em the finger but the finger I'd be giving Tobias here would be different.
"He really believed in the magic bollocks, an' here I was trying to remember what fucking a man was like. I wasn't uncomfortable, or maybe I was. He wasn't. Sort of funny, me being the older bloke here but not knowing too much about it but one good look at Tobias an' I knew he caught on quickly.
"And he knew what he was doing.
"Funny, innit? Here we were in some magic circle, naked an' ready for a one night stand an' he wants to put it in me. I look at'em and tell'em, 'Mate, why not you?'" The magus' voice went low. "Get this: He leans over an' whispers into me ear, his tongue grazing it: 'I like them tight, John.'"
John took a drag off his fresh cigarette and exhaled. "Didn't think I could back out of it now. Don't ask, don't tell. Usually the one putting it in was me."
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Now they were getting somewhere. Death and destruction, the smell of blood and bile spread across the floor, soaking into the grout. The Corinthian knew those kinds of stories like he knew every facet of his precious knife, typical fare for his knowledge. The words falling from Constantine's lips, a tale about dark magic, rediscovery, and necessity, that's what he wanted, as much as he could smell the cum that had yet to spill in this sordid anecdote.
The nightmare imagined the sound of those words against the old man's ear, a pushy top that Tobias. He had his hand between his thighs now, stroking himself at an even pace, like the tongue he envisioned in John's ear. Cori always did enjoy it when the other felt all cock and balls about what he stuck it to and how, then being the one stuck on the end. Real nice.
"Then..." he prompted, a controlled but warm breath.
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An eye noticed Cori. Already, eh? Suppose he could linger on the details:
"I'm on me hands and knees an' he's finishing fondling me arse, liking the tattoo, moments before he went in me. Thass when I realized that I had forgotten some kind of lubricant. Fortunately, first thing that went through me ringpiece was not his cock but his fingers. An' he remembered the spit. He looked excited, could feel it as he stroked me. I could hear him whisper about how tight I was an' how he couldn't wait. Said I was some kind of ass virgin." A snicker.
"Yeah, I'm not the one to take it up the arse, right? I look at him funny as one hand is stretching me but the other grabs my balls. Tells me to deal with it. He was going to do away with it, he said, an' that was giving it as hard as he fucking could. Little bastard was small but he might as well have had a bloody lance with a lorry behind it. He was only easy getting it in. After that he was happy to slap his balls against mine until I could have sworn they were fucking bruising. Worse could be said for me arsehole, shit. The spit did not last long.
"I'm good at this luck business. Was lucky Tobias here had nothing to give me outside of a sore arse. Not that bad though, I dabbled in a bit of the sado-masochism. The fullness an' pain became something arousing. His fingers helped a lot too. Skinny little things they were but they knew where to go."
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Yes, already. He tightened his grip, envisioning this Tobias fellow with John bent on his knees. The nightmare wasn't one to grow jealous of the past, in fact the past was turning out to be a neat useful little tool. Ahh but he wondered about the dialogue, this ass virgin. Was John telling the truth or embellishing? Either way his woven tale was working its magic on Cori's cock.
He pressed his cheek to the top of the couch, upright and on his knees. "Nothing like taking it up the ass from an 18-wheeler," remarked the Corinthian. He squeezed tightly again, shameless. "Reach around?"
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"He gave me a reach around better than half of girls that have given me a bloody handjob. I'm about to come an' then he knows. Had mixed feelings about that: Both of our semen is to join with the symbol on the floor as our ultimate act of masculine fuckery but it felt so fucking good. His balls and hips slapping against mine, I didn't want it to end just yet.
"But you know what, Cori? I thought he was too good. He fucked me like he knew me intimately for years. He fucked me as if he knew me as well as Kit did.
"Thass when I feel nails along my back. I look back an' Tobias? He wasn't Tobias, but a sodding incubus. He licks me shoulder blade and tells me that he's always wanted to fuck the great John Constantine, on his hands and knees while his dick explores.
"I should be scared but no, I should have seen this coming. I wasn't as green back then so I had a reputation. This guy was going to have a lot to be talking to his friends about to.
"That is, if I could cum. That cum? It'd trigger the trap to send our friend back. The flux from that and the sex would be what I needed, a fair trade, right?"
John brought his hand towards his crotch but his hand did not go under the waistband. "Y'see about incubuses, they have no downtime. They keep cumming themselves until they have a fucking white wave of their juices. He was going to keep coming in me until I was coughing it up. I was inbetween hot rapture and frenzy, trying to get myself off but the bastard wouldn't let me. I'd be on the edge, me balls would be tight, but I wouldn't go."
The magus sat up. "Hard one, innit, Cori?"
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Like a succulent piece of erotic fiction, beading white like his cock. He glanced to John again when he said his name. Too good, never such a thing. The nightmare twisted his palm, milking that story and himself for all it was worth. His breath hot on the couch fabric, rather than on flesh. Cori's teeth eyes half-lidded.
An incubus, his breed, those little shits infested nightmare like crabs on a hooker's snatch. They had a particular taste to them too. It was a dirty taste, like licking the gutter grating or getting your face kicked into it. A little different from fucking a bitey servant boy, the Corinthian was part of the upper echelon, therefore easier on the palate, when he wanted to be. The shifting zones on the other hand... he recalled the taste of cold branding iron, ahh but this was John's time.
"Very," he replied in agreement, half-concentrating on the scene at hand, half-concentrating on the erection in his hand. Cori tugged on his piercing, uttering a low groan.
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"And then," John was pulling himself off the bed, finishing his other cigarette and stubbing it, more interested in the nightmare than the stained memory. Cori soon would have been looking up into the amused gaze of the old magus. He was cool, as always. "Sod it, you could imagine the whole damn thing for yourself. Hell, you'd have more fun with it if I showed you, yeah?"
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"Maybe," said the nightmare, a little trick in his voice and mischief in his teeth eyes (if one could see any emotion in them). He looked up at the magician as his tongue, the right one, slithered out to lick his lids. Cori settled back on the couch, hand around his cock with no shame.
"But you know... what'd be more fun... than that," he asked between low huffs and groans.
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"What," the amused magician replied.
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"I bet you blow your load before I do," said the Corinthian with a renewed semblance of control, in his voice and on his handjob.
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Constantine reached over to pinch his companion's head, giving him a sly, challenging look. "Funny bet to make, mate. You're ahead of me." He squeezed upwards, making out the shape of the nightmare's cock as the fingers offered its tantalizing pressure evenly. "'Fraid I'm not even up."
The meditation was what saved him the last time. It could work the other way as well.
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Foul play. He grunted but kept a solid grip on his cock and his orgasm despite the teasing old man. Not even up yet, well Cori had full confidence he could change that. However as any good gambler would, he needed to lay out those terms concisely first. "A haircut says you do," he said, unfazed by John's confidence.
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John ran his hand through his hair, giving it some thought. "I could do with a bit of a trim. If you lose, say... How about we style that hair of yours instead?" Did the nightmare grow out his hair? The two of them could do with a little off the top. How bad could that be?
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"Winner's choice, deal," hook line and sinker. He would have offered a hand to shake on it but... they had better things to shake down. As for his hair, Cori cut it himself once a month, preferring a short easy-to-maintain style these days. Leaving this up to John should he lose, now that was dangerous, but he was confident to win.
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Win with an orgasm well on the way? Constantine saw an easy bet, questioning why the nightmare had called it in the first place. Already he was forgetting about the story, more interested in indeed demonstrating that the nightmare that being daft was being daft.
The magus joined the Corinthian on the couch to better involve himself with the affair between his partner's legs.
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Daft or just a right hustler. He made room on the couch for John, a low groan escaping his main mouth. Maybe there was something in the air, a little curse or magic that dared to turn the tables of tradition, of which they had none. Cori stopped stroking himself briefly, to see what Constantine here would do, what kind of hand would he deal.
"So you're always the one to stick it in huh," he said with a lick to his wet fingers.
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He had a good hand, John was sure of it. "Nah. I'll only be needing five for this one." Those fingers of his reached over to firmly grasp. Nothing rising up to meet the challenge in Constantine's own skivvies just yet.
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"Cocky huh?"
Perfect. Cori's gaze remained cool and mischievous as John took hold of his cock. He didn't doubt the blonde's ability to jack it off, hell he took him for a masturbating legend, but the nightmare had had centuries to perfect his... skills. Fingers sought the man's flaccid member then, delicate, hardly forcing it out.
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Cori could take his own then. John was sure he could get him going before those paler fingers could get him hard, never mind that this whole ordeal was arousing him as it was. As John's legendary hand worked, it would be Constantine's several decades verses the nightmare's centuries.
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One thing he learned in his time with the magician, he was one for the noise. As soon as he had that thicker cock cradled in his hand, Cori started making some. A few short hot huffs of breath.
"That's it... Johnny," he grunted. Meanwhile, his fingers tightened and wasted no time pulling that skin back to tug on his piercing. "I've been a good boy."
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John fortunately had recovered his grip on Cori before the nightmare could, groping just a little harder in response, his member flaccid but sensitive. It would not be for long, but he could keep himself before Cori did, he was sure of it.
"A better boy than I have, sure," he replied in that rolling grumble of his.
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He dipped the tip of his thumb between the rim of his head and that soft foreskin, pushing and tugging the curved barbell in a teasing manner. "Cause there's no dick I like better than this one," Cori pushed the top ball end against its opening. One wondered why he hadn't already taken it into his mouth yet, but that would be too easy.
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"You have good taste," John hissed, deciding that Cori was asking for so much more than a teasing. "But you're still an arsehole." He pushed Cori's foreskin back, securing his hold in his thick fingers, pushing his thumb along the frenum, the flesh that held the piercing and all, to the head and slit.
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"Just an asshole," he grunted, feeling those fingers slick along his hard shaft, "you'd like to stick that huh."
Outright penetration, the nightmare was going to avoid that purely for the challenge, and the competition itself was arousing. He leaned forward then, to hiss in the blonde's pierced ear, "I know you... you'd just as soon take this up your tight hole." Cori thrust against the man's palm while he twisted his own around John's cock.
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"Better yours than that incubus'." Grunt. "Do Johnny a favor then an' get up," huff, "and bend over."
Constantine was hard at this point, no doubt about that. That thrust had the magus tugging upward with his sensuous squeeze, fingers on either side of the piercing bar.
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"Already," asked the nightmare, tip of his tongue darting along the inner shell of his ear. Better than any incubus. He gave that hardened cock a tight squeeze, rather different from his clenched ass but Cori's fingers were deft at manipulation. Considering his background, he was excellent with his hands. He put both around Constantine then, twisting in opposite directions as he huffed into the man's ear.
"Make... me."
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Deft at manipulating knives and dicks, no doubt. John could feel it. Constantine's dexterity was nothing to scoff at either. He was panting, hot but trying to keep his balls from tightening to release. His other hand also involved itself, palming the Corinthian's balls, matching the rhythm with his cock-occupied fingers.
"You'll be begging me for it."
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Not much difference in weaponry was there? He continued to thrust into the magician's hand rhythmically, feeling those fingers on his balls. Maybe Cori was daft after all, daft enough to think he could prolong getting off in John's care. They knew each other's habits almost too well.
"Come again," asked the nightmare breathlessly before he closed his teeth around the flesh under the blonde's ear.
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An even match of sorts with no winner certain. Nothing too risky for Constantine, still sure that he would be the one seeing Cori sport a new hair style (a buzz cut? Fuck, a right laugh that would be). Cori might have known what John liked, the teeth against his ear making the mage shudder in warm ecstasy, but the same could be said otherwise. Bugger was throwing him off. He was tempted to throw Cori off him in turn and get his arse in the air.
"Gonna make you beg," he breathed, breath hot.
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Christ a buzz cut would be torture. Fortunately short hair was a short loss, and the Corinthian was young enough to take that risk. John while quite young at heart... well, ol'Cori had something a little different in mind, more than just a shave off the top.
His teeth grazed along the Englishman's throat while a sticky hand reached up to remove his shades. This allowed a second pair of teeth to nip along his jaw while he bit where John's neck met his shoulder. Both palms returned to their squeezing, jacking.
"Try harder," purred Cori's third mouth.
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The temptation burned at Constantine's muscles, both arms there, both in easy reach of Cori's ass. He could feel all three sets of teeth, could hear the rasp of the one against the warm flesh and stubble. No, better not let Cori show him up. Better keep it at a bloody handy, the rough hands working Cori still, keeping his rhythm despite the occasional groan. Slow and steady won the race, or some shit like that.
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Slow and steady? If he could concentrate on pacing himself while the nightmare sucked on his neck, maybe. Cori's smaller rows of teeth nipped along that stubbled jaw, sharp but careful edges accompanied by his eyelashes. His fingers squeezed again, a ribbed effect along John's shaft.
"Hff..." he panted along his darker throat, feeling the need to orgasm rise, but not yet. He was determined to get that magus off first, without his ass.
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"Haaauhhh," Constantine moaned in kind, his head falling back, eyes closed, perhaps offering more of the magus' throat to Cori. Felt so damn good. His grip wanted to loosen, to succumb and take it and enjoy it. "Not going to give it to you, not until you have, hrf, to me."
Maybe if he increased his rhythm, brought his fingers around a little farther around that shaft, between his dick and foreskin...
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The nightmare sucked in a sharp breath when he should have been clenching his teeth on the throat John offered. He pressed his forehead against the other's cheek, sweat beading across his own brow. Just a little longer, quell his need to spread his semen across that happy trail.
"Feeling's... mutual," Cori grunted against the magus' neck. His pace was beginning to falter, fingers almost breaking their rhythm along that thick cock. His teeth sank into John's neck again, enough to leave a mark. Was that foul play?
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John huffed again. The nightmare should have felt the precum, Constantine caught in drifting sexual rapture that derailed any sort of meditation or mantra he could control himself with at this point. No terrible need to anyway; not like his life was at stake, right? No real urge to keep himself in control...
"You, uh, know... what happens next?"
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His fingers were soaking in it, and a part of him realized it was enough to penetrate his ass dry... No he wasn't going to go back on his challenge, too easy. The Corinthian may as well have been screwing Constantine with the way he was rocking his hips into those hands.
Too close on the edge, he needed that one little linchpin. The nightmare thought he had it. He leaned back, releasing John from his teeth hold. "Get it... all over me," Cori huffed, old man liked that didn't he.
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"Yeah, auhhh, something... something like that." The magus' chest heaved with the building heat and drive of pure hot lust. "Thing... Thing is, you... you first. I'm the... demon, you... you gotta come to, uh, shit." Oh sod it, he was past talking, all for fucking. His rhythm finally wavered, rightly tight down there and down to the goddamned wire. He wasn't going to come before Cori did, he wasn't. Fucking hard to fight it...
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"What.. whatever," Cori managed to groan in dismissal before bending down, his back quite flexible as John knew, in human form at that. He quickened his pace, hands milking that cock for all it was worth with his face hovering above it. "You want to... fucking come on me, do it," the nightmare huffed again. He didn't think he could take those hands much longer if John didn't. orgasm. now.
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"A little... off the top then," John gasped before finally succumbing, head back. His chest squeezed those deep rumbling grunts as semen hot as their little session spilled onto the nightmare's face, just as he asked. Again, John realized as reality bobbed through the rush, the Corinthian won, but again Constantine reminded himself that he let him win.
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"Winner's... choice."
John had that much faith in his choice of stylists? Cori half-lidded his teeth eyes when the hot white liquid stained his pale white face. Perfect. His tongues wanted to lick off what he could, but there was still the matter of his own orgasm at hand. Once he milked the rest of that seed to his delight, the nightmare grabbed Constantine by the shoulders and fucked his hands to come across his stomach.
"Ahhuh," he gasped in release.
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The Corinthian marked himself along John's bare chest and stomach, warmth sinking in like his defeat. Perhaps putting a little too much faith into the nightmare would be his downfall, but John had no idea what he had in store other than that Constantine had the obligation of a lost bet. Losing at pool wasn't too bad though. How bad could this be?
"Yeah," Constantine said, panting, "I came. I told him he wasn't good enough too. I told meself I had to. So I came and he left. Wasn't happy about it."
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And hair always regrew, he wasn't so old he was losing it all yet right? It wouldn't be so bad, and if it bothered the magician's sensibilities enough, the Corinthian had the right sense of humor to take whatever John could dish back. That was his faith in Constantine, enough to drop those defenses.
"What about now," Cori asked in a low tone, relieved. His face was flush and still stained as he proceeded to lick away the semen from John's belly.
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"Tobias wanted more, the fuck." John watched the nightmare below. "You're not out to pump me full of yourself until I cough sperm.
"Now what are you going to do to me 'ead?"
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"Not... all the time," the white blonde replied between licks. He gave the man's stomach a full-on treatment, cleaning his own seed off his skin. Consuming it like the good boy he claimed to be. "Give me the day to think about it," replied Cori.
He left a little cum on his tongue, offering to share it with John in a kiss.
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"How much thought is required for what I have, eh?" John leaned in, accepting the offer. His stomach shined with the spit and sweat, hairy but for a man of his age, his skin was still amazingly taut over his frame, his form that of someone a decade or so younger. Certainly not immortal but his supernatural dealings and shapeshifter aspect had some perks.
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"I can be creative," Cori said in a most non-threatening manner before slipping his tongue into John's mouth. He sounded a pleasant moan against the other man's lips, cock softening against his. The Englishman did have a body that belied his age, definitely a perk.
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Creative, huh? It worried Constantine somewhat; if any creativity was involved, he would have preferred it channeled into their sex life, not his ill kept hair.
The magus' eyes narrowed, suspicious.
Continued in the next issue!
Rating; MA (rly now…)
Characters; John Constantine
silkcutremix, the Corinthian bitingnightmareSummary; a
Log;
Flip. Flip Flip. Dialogue spoke from Twonky in bits and pieces as the nightmare surfed their seemingly endless channels. Even with cable there seemed to be nothing of interest here. One movie after the next. One soap opera after the next. He may as well have been browsing the network for any dramatic results from the lizard disaster or more of that rape angel debacle.
The Corinthian glanced over his shoulder, toothy eye hidden by his shades settling on Constantine, whatever he was doing that day, be it something productive or lounging in his skivvies. Again.
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Twonky had been well behaved since John had gave the demonic telly a "bit of a talking to" with a vial of virgin's blood and a bit of right and proper hexing. It had better behave unless Constantine's lips form the most dirtiest of words that could ever penetrate the box it resided in: Exorcism. That and Constantine had better things to do, like lounge in bed with a cigarette. It was something more productive than wanking his cock to how many creatures he could behead and pile. The ravens and vultures would be fat for weeks.
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What if Twonky had no religion with which Constantine could use as a tool for the exorcism? The ghost in the machine was a tricky little devil, whatever Twonky's origins were. Cori felt they could do better than that though.
"Hey," he called to John, the lounging booger--er... bugger. "You awake?"
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John buffed and threatened and did it well. Or well enough that the telly stopped whispering about dismembered cocks and crushed balls and resumed mockery through imagery. Bloody thing.
"Awake," the magus said with an eased mumble.
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"There's no good porn on TV," the nightmare stated with near disappointment, arm draped over the back of the couch. He left the box on lower volume, showing some old syndicated series like the Dukes of Hazzard. "So tell me a story, and make it good," Cori 'requested.'
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John had to cock a brow at this, an eye open and head cocked towards his direction. "What, you think I'm too lazy to help you with a little tension?" He knew the nightmare had a faster reload than he did but he was supposed to be a patient immortal, wasn't he? Guess sometimes you just had to do it now, he figured.
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The Corinthian rest his chin on the back of that couch, a devious look to his teeth eyes though it was subtle. He was patient surely, but this was different. "I want to hear another file from the records of a J. Constantine," he clarified, then added the magic word, "please?"
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John's gaze returned the look, the cool mage lying there for a moment, fixed on his companion in the slow, calculating manner of a reptile. Hmmm, he was always the one to tell stories, at the pub or anywhere else, wasn't he? He could not deny the pleasure (in more than one sense here) to the Corinthian, oh no he could not.
"What are you looking for?" he then asked.
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"Action, drama, mystery, intrigue, a little sex, humor," Cori listed off with a twist of his hand, "anything." He offered John a challenging grin.
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"There really is nothing good on the telly then." John eased himself, but at the same time, he had better stories than whatever they could throw up through a production anyway. "Take it you want a little emphasis on the sex bit, don't you?"
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"There isn't, but you're no second rate act either," said the nightmare. As for the sex bit, he turned his head to the side briefly, eyeing John from the corner of his shades, "just a little." His tone was low, almost a husky purr.
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A grin crept across that face of Constantine's, slow as a snake. "A little," he rumbled back in a growl. No werewolves this time though, not with what Constantine had in mind.
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He beckoned the magician. "Lay it on me," Cori insisted with a smirk. He could take any story, or so he thought.
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Any story? Constantine was willing to test that, to see what would the nightmare doodle his noodle to and would not. "Let's see." This one or that one?
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Oh the magus was taking his sweet time, keeping the nightmare waiting for his grand opus. Cori was already undoing his jeans, hem of his tank top pulled above his waistband. Was John paying close attention. "I know you won't disappoint me."
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"You won't disappoint me either," John replied. Shit, better not get a hard on himself now, a distraction from memory bleeding away into fantasy (hmmmm), but he had something: "I 'ave a good one. You know how strong that sex magic bollocks can be, yeah?"
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"Yeah first hand experience," sort of, as his own hand tugged on the elastic band of his tighter skivvies.
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"Nothing erotic about that little fiasco either." John puffed on the butt before stubbing it into a nearby ashtray among the several they had scattered around the bed alone. "Tell you what, when you harness it for what you need, that shit goes a long way. Thing is (you're going to love this part), I needed a partner. Male. I needed to, say, set my little domino masterpiece I had into motion but that needed a spell with a good output of masculine energy. Where can I find that? Two frotting cocks apparently.
"I played with the fag route a bit when I was younger, but never really thought I'd return to it later. Funny that: There I was at some pub with a lad a little younger than me. We were talking, I know I could net anyone I wanted when I wanted it, but it was, oh, a matter of if I wanted to pick up another bird? Or try the faggotry again?
"Few months back, I was with someone named, eh, who was it, oh, thassit, Bonita. Beautiful as her name suggested. Spanish. Lovely dark eyes. Not going to tell you what happened to her, but, shit, she did not know what I meant by "stay out of my business." A ghoul meant after me couldn't help his fucking self. Plucked out her eyes and cracked her skull open like a fuckin' egg. End of her, sad for a month but somehow I moved on. I was getting used to it then. Routine almost."
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Definitely nothing erotic about that fiasco, but the second time was a charm wasn't it? Learn from mistakes, aim to rectify and make the next one better. Cori listened intently as John unfolded this story before him. Two frotting cocks, pure masculine energy, and he rather liked it for the simpler pleasures instead of the domino effect.
His fingertips hadn't dipped low just yet. The nightmare was waiting for the good part, and patiently so. Nothing more titillating than a man rediscovering his fag end.
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Fag ends. Constantine pondered lighting another cigarette, reaching over to his half-empty pack. "That cursa' mine, it's a little nicer with the blokes I've been with but they caught on that a man dealing with things that could do more than tear your ear off is not normal. They stopped at the missing ear.
"Tobias was his name. I had mixed feelings talking to him, smiling, nodding, listening intently to what I had to say about this time I was out in Tibet trying to find some hidden order of monks or something like that. Funny thing was he was interested when I told him what I found instead. Any normal tosser would have looked me in the eye, called me a delusional cunt and left. I'd laugh and give'em the finger but the finger I'd be giving Tobias here would be different.
"He really believed in the magic bollocks, an' here I was trying to remember what fucking a man was like. I wasn't uncomfortable, or maybe I was. He wasn't. Sort of funny, me being the older bloke here but not knowing too much about it but one good look at Tobias an' I knew he caught on quickly.
"And he knew what he was doing.
"Funny, innit? Here we were in some magic circle, naked an' ready for a one night stand an' he wants to put it in me. I look at'em and tell'em, 'Mate, why not you?'" The magus' voice went low. "Get this: He leans over an' whispers into me ear, his tongue grazing it: 'I like them tight, John.'"
John took a drag off his fresh cigarette and exhaled. "Didn't think I could back out of it now. Don't ask, don't tell. Usually the one putting it in was me."
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Now they were getting somewhere. Death and destruction, the smell of blood and bile spread across the floor, soaking into the grout. The Corinthian knew those kinds of stories like he knew every facet of his precious knife, typical fare for his knowledge. The words falling from Constantine's lips, a tale about dark magic, rediscovery, and necessity, that's what he wanted, as much as he could smell the cum that had yet to spill in this sordid anecdote.
The nightmare imagined the sound of those words against the old man's ear, a pushy top that Tobias. He had his hand between his thighs now, stroking himself at an even pace, like the tongue he envisioned in John's ear. Cori always did enjoy it when the other felt all cock and balls about what he stuck it to and how, then being the one stuck on the end. Real nice.
"Then..." he prompted, a controlled but warm breath.
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An eye noticed Cori. Already, eh? Suppose he could linger on the details:
"I'm on me hands and knees an' he's finishing fondling me arse, liking the tattoo, moments before he went in me. Thass when I realized that I had forgotten some kind of lubricant. Fortunately, first thing that went through me ringpiece was not his cock but his fingers. An' he remembered the spit. He looked excited, could feel it as he stroked me. I could hear him whisper about how tight I was an' how he couldn't wait. Said I was some kind of ass virgin." A snicker.
"Yeah, I'm not the one to take it up the arse, right? I look at him funny as one hand is stretching me but the other grabs my balls. Tells me to deal with it. He was going to do away with it, he said, an' that was giving it as hard as he fucking could. Little bastard was small but he might as well have had a bloody lance with a lorry behind it. He was only easy getting it in. After that he was happy to slap his balls against mine until I could have sworn they were fucking bruising. Worse could be said for me arsehole, shit. The spit did not last long.
"I'm good at this luck business. Was lucky Tobias here had nothing to give me outside of a sore arse. Not that bad though, I dabbled in a bit of the sado-masochism. The fullness an' pain became something arousing. His fingers helped a lot too. Skinny little things they were but they knew where to go."
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Yes, already. He tightened his grip, envisioning this Tobias fellow with John bent on his knees. The nightmare wasn't one to grow jealous of the past, in fact the past was turning out to be a neat useful little tool. Ahh but he wondered about the dialogue, this ass virgin. Was John telling the truth or embellishing? Either way his woven tale was working its magic on Cori's cock.
He pressed his cheek to the top of the couch, upright and on his knees. "Nothing like taking it up the ass from an 18-wheeler," remarked the Corinthian. He squeezed tightly again, shameless. "Reach around?"
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"He gave me a reach around better than half of girls that have given me a bloody handjob. I'm about to come an' then he knows. Had mixed feelings about that: Both of our semen is to join with the symbol on the floor as our ultimate act of masculine fuckery but it felt so fucking good. His balls and hips slapping against mine, I didn't want it to end just yet.
"But you know what, Cori? I thought he was too good. He fucked me like he knew me intimately for years. He fucked me as if he knew me as well as Kit did.
"Thass when I feel nails along my back. I look back an' Tobias? He wasn't Tobias, but a sodding incubus. He licks me shoulder blade and tells me that he's always wanted to fuck the great John Constantine, on his hands and knees while his dick explores.
"I should be scared but no, I should have seen this coming. I wasn't as green back then so I had a reputation. This guy was going to have a lot to be talking to his friends about to.
"That is, if I could cum. That cum? It'd trigger the trap to send our friend back. The flux from that and the sex would be what I needed, a fair trade, right?"
John brought his hand towards his crotch but his hand did not go under the waistband. "Y'see about incubuses, they have no downtime. They keep cumming themselves until they have a fucking white wave of their juices. He was going to keep coming in me until I was coughing it up. I was inbetween hot rapture and frenzy, trying to get myself off but the bastard wouldn't let me. I'd be on the edge, me balls would be tight, but I wouldn't go."
The magus sat up. "Hard one, innit, Cori?"
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Like a succulent piece of erotic fiction, beading white like his cock. He glanced to John again when he said his name. Too good, never such a thing. The nightmare twisted his palm, milking that story and himself for all it was worth. His breath hot on the couch fabric, rather than on flesh. Cori's teeth eyes half-lidded.
An incubus, his breed, those little shits infested nightmare like crabs on a hooker's snatch. They had a particular taste to them too. It was a dirty taste, like licking the gutter grating or getting your face kicked into it. A little different from fucking a bitey servant boy, the Corinthian was part of the upper echelon, therefore easier on the palate, when he wanted to be. The shifting zones on the other hand... he recalled the taste of cold branding iron, ahh but this was John's time.
"Very," he replied in agreement, half-concentrating on the scene at hand, half-concentrating on the erection in his hand. Cori tugged on his piercing, uttering a low groan.
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"And then," John was pulling himself off the bed, finishing his other cigarette and stubbing it, more interested in the nightmare than the stained memory. Cori soon would have been looking up into the amused gaze of the old magus. He was cool, as always. "Sod it, you could imagine the whole damn thing for yourself. Hell, you'd have more fun with it if I showed you, yeah?"
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"Maybe," said the nightmare, a little trick in his voice and mischief in his teeth eyes (if one could see any emotion in them). He looked up at the magician as his tongue, the right one, slithered out to lick his lids. Cori settled back on the couch, hand around his cock with no shame.
"But you know... what'd be more fun... than that," he asked between low huffs and groans.
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"What," the amused magician replied.
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"I bet you blow your load before I do," said the Corinthian with a renewed semblance of control, in his voice and on his handjob.
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Constantine reached over to pinch his companion's head, giving him a sly, challenging look. "Funny bet to make, mate. You're ahead of me." He squeezed upwards, making out the shape of the nightmare's cock as the fingers offered its tantalizing pressure evenly. "'Fraid I'm not even up."
The meditation was what saved him the last time. It could work the other way as well.
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Foul play. He grunted but kept a solid grip on his cock and his orgasm despite the teasing old man. Not even up yet, well Cori had full confidence he could change that. However as any good gambler would, he needed to lay out those terms concisely first. "A haircut says you do," he said, unfazed by John's confidence.
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John ran his hand through his hair, giving it some thought. "I could do with a bit of a trim. If you lose, say... How about we style that hair of yours instead?" Did the nightmare grow out his hair? The two of them could do with a little off the top. How bad could that be?
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"Winner's choice, deal," hook line and sinker. He would have offered a hand to shake on it but... they had better things to shake down. As for his hair, Cori cut it himself once a month, preferring a short easy-to-maintain style these days. Leaving this up to John should he lose, now that was dangerous, but he was confident to win.
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Win with an orgasm well on the way? Constantine saw an easy bet, questioning why the nightmare had called it in the first place. Already he was forgetting about the story, more interested in indeed demonstrating that the nightmare that being daft was being daft.
The magus joined the Corinthian on the couch to better involve himself with the affair between his partner's legs.
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Daft or just a right hustler. He made room on the couch for John, a low groan escaping his main mouth. Maybe there was something in the air, a little curse or magic that dared to turn the tables of tradition, of which they had none. Cori stopped stroking himself briefly, to see what Constantine here would do, what kind of hand would he deal.
"So you're always the one to stick it in huh," he said with a lick to his wet fingers.
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He had a good hand, John was sure of it. "Nah. I'll only be needing five for this one." Those fingers of his reached over to firmly grasp. Nothing rising up to meet the challenge in Constantine's own skivvies just yet.
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"Cocky huh?"
Perfect. Cori's gaze remained cool and mischievous as John took hold of his cock. He didn't doubt the blonde's ability to jack it off, hell he took him for a masturbating legend, but the nightmare had had centuries to perfect his... skills. Fingers sought the man's flaccid member then, delicate, hardly forcing it out.
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Cori could take his own then. John was sure he could get him going before those paler fingers could get him hard, never mind that this whole ordeal was arousing him as it was. As John's legendary hand worked, it would be Constantine's several decades verses the nightmare's centuries.
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One thing he learned in his time with the magician, he was one for the noise. As soon as he had that thicker cock cradled in his hand, Cori started making some. A few short hot huffs of breath.
"That's it... Johnny," he grunted. Meanwhile, his fingers tightened and wasted no time pulling that skin back to tug on his piercing. "I've been a good boy."
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John fortunately had recovered his grip on Cori before the nightmare could, groping just a little harder in response, his member flaccid but sensitive. It would not be for long, but he could keep himself before Cori did, he was sure of it.
"A better boy than I have, sure," he replied in that rolling grumble of his.
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He dipped the tip of his thumb between the rim of his head and that soft foreskin, pushing and tugging the curved barbell in a teasing manner. "Cause there's no dick I like better than this one," Cori pushed the top ball end against its opening. One wondered why he hadn't already taken it into his mouth yet, but that would be too easy.
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"You have good taste," John hissed, deciding that Cori was asking for so much more than a teasing. "But you're still an arsehole." He pushed Cori's foreskin back, securing his hold in his thick fingers, pushing his thumb along the frenum, the flesh that held the piercing and all, to the head and slit.
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"Just an asshole," he grunted, feeling those fingers slick along his hard shaft, "you'd like to stick that huh."
Outright penetration, the nightmare was going to avoid that purely for the challenge, and the competition itself was arousing. He leaned forward then, to hiss in the blonde's pierced ear, "I know you... you'd just as soon take this up your tight hole." Cori thrust against the man's palm while he twisted his own around John's cock.
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"Better yours than that incubus'." Grunt. "Do Johnny a favor then an' get up," huff, "and bend over."
Constantine was hard at this point, no doubt about that. That thrust had the magus tugging upward with his sensuous squeeze, fingers on either side of the piercing bar.
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"Already," asked the nightmare, tip of his tongue darting along the inner shell of his ear. Better than any incubus. He gave that hardened cock a tight squeeze, rather different from his clenched ass but Cori's fingers were deft at manipulation. Considering his background, he was excellent with his hands. He put both around Constantine then, twisting in opposite directions as he huffed into the man's ear.
"Make... me."
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Deft at manipulating knives and dicks, no doubt. John could feel it. Constantine's dexterity was nothing to scoff at either. He was panting, hot but trying to keep his balls from tightening to release. His other hand also involved itself, palming the Corinthian's balls, matching the rhythm with his cock-occupied fingers.
"You'll be begging me for it."
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Not much difference in weaponry was there? He continued to thrust into the magician's hand rhythmically, feeling those fingers on his balls. Maybe Cori was daft after all, daft enough to think he could prolong getting off in John's care. They knew each other's habits almost too well.
"Come again," asked the nightmare breathlessly before he closed his teeth around the flesh under the blonde's ear.
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An even match of sorts with no winner certain. Nothing too risky for Constantine, still sure that he would be the one seeing Cori sport a new hair style (a buzz cut? Fuck, a right laugh that would be). Cori might have known what John liked, the teeth against his ear making the mage shudder in warm ecstasy, but the same could be said otherwise. Bugger was throwing him off. He was tempted to throw Cori off him in turn and get his arse in the air.
"Gonna make you beg," he breathed, breath hot.
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Christ a buzz cut would be torture. Fortunately short hair was a short loss, and the Corinthian was young enough to take that risk. John while quite young at heart... well, ol'Cori had something a little different in mind, more than just a shave off the top.
His teeth grazed along the Englishman's throat while a sticky hand reached up to remove his shades. This allowed a second pair of teeth to nip along his jaw while he bit where John's neck met his shoulder. Both palms returned to their squeezing, jacking.
"Try harder," purred Cori's third mouth.
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The temptation burned at Constantine's muscles, both arms there, both in easy reach of Cori's ass. He could feel all three sets of teeth, could hear the rasp of the one against the warm flesh and stubble. No, better not let Cori show him up. Better keep it at a bloody handy, the rough hands working Cori still, keeping his rhythm despite the occasional groan. Slow and steady won the race, or some shit like that.
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Slow and steady? If he could concentrate on pacing himself while the nightmare sucked on his neck, maybe. Cori's smaller rows of teeth nipped along that stubbled jaw, sharp but careful edges accompanied by his eyelashes. His fingers squeezed again, a ribbed effect along John's shaft.
"Hff..." he panted along his darker throat, feeling the need to orgasm rise, but not yet. He was determined to get that magus off first, without his ass.
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"Haaauhhh," Constantine moaned in kind, his head falling back, eyes closed, perhaps offering more of the magus' throat to Cori. Felt so damn good. His grip wanted to loosen, to succumb and take it and enjoy it. "Not going to give it to you, not until you have, hrf, to me."
Maybe if he increased his rhythm, brought his fingers around a little farther around that shaft, between his dick and foreskin...
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The nightmare sucked in a sharp breath when he should have been clenching his teeth on the throat John offered. He pressed his forehead against the other's cheek, sweat beading across his own brow. Just a little longer, quell his need to spread his semen across that happy trail.
"Feeling's... mutual," Cori grunted against the magus' neck. His pace was beginning to falter, fingers almost breaking their rhythm along that thick cock. His teeth sank into John's neck again, enough to leave a mark. Was that foul play?
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John huffed again. The nightmare should have felt the precum, Constantine caught in drifting sexual rapture that derailed any sort of meditation or mantra he could control himself with at this point. No terrible need to anyway; not like his life was at stake, right? No real urge to keep himself in control...
"You, uh, know... what happens next?"
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His fingers were soaking in it, and a part of him realized it was enough to penetrate his ass dry... No he wasn't going to go back on his challenge, too easy. The Corinthian may as well have been screwing Constantine with the way he was rocking his hips into those hands.
Too close on the edge, he needed that one little linchpin. The nightmare thought he had it. He leaned back, releasing John from his teeth hold. "Get it... all over me," Cori huffed, old man liked that didn't he.
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"Yeah, auhhh, something... something like that." The magus' chest heaved with the building heat and drive of pure hot lust. "Thing... Thing is, you... you first. I'm the... demon, you... you gotta come to, uh, shit." Oh sod it, he was past talking, all for fucking. His rhythm finally wavered, rightly tight down there and down to the goddamned wire. He wasn't going to come before Cori did, he wasn't. Fucking hard to fight it...
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"What.. whatever," Cori managed to groan in dismissal before bending down, his back quite flexible as John knew, in human form at that. He quickened his pace, hands milking that cock for all it was worth with his face hovering above it. "You want to... fucking come on me, do it," the nightmare huffed again. He didn't think he could take those hands much longer if John didn't. orgasm. now.
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"A little... off the top then," John gasped before finally succumbing, head back. His chest squeezed those deep rumbling grunts as semen hot as their little session spilled onto the nightmare's face, just as he asked. Again, John realized as reality bobbed through the rush, the Corinthian won, but again Constantine reminded himself that he let him win.
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"Winner's... choice."
John had that much faith in his choice of stylists? Cori half-lidded his teeth eyes when the hot white liquid stained his pale white face. Perfect. His tongues wanted to lick off what he could, but there was still the matter of his own orgasm at hand. Once he milked the rest of that seed to his delight, the nightmare grabbed Constantine by the shoulders and fucked his hands to come across his stomach.
"Ahhuh," he gasped in release.
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The Corinthian marked himself along John's bare chest and stomach, warmth sinking in like his defeat. Perhaps putting a little too much faith into the nightmare would be his downfall, but John had no idea what he had in store other than that Constantine had the obligation of a lost bet. Losing at pool wasn't too bad though. How bad could this be?
"Yeah," Constantine said, panting, "I came. I told him he wasn't good enough too. I told meself I had to. So I came and he left. Wasn't happy about it."
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And hair always regrew, he wasn't so old he was losing it all yet right? It wouldn't be so bad, and if it bothered the magician's sensibilities enough, the Corinthian had the right sense of humor to take whatever John could dish back. That was his faith in Constantine, enough to drop those defenses.
"What about now," Cori asked in a low tone, relieved. His face was flush and still stained as he proceeded to lick away the semen from John's belly.
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"Tobias wanted more, the fuck." John watched the nightmare below. "You're not out to pump me full of yourself until I cough sperm.
"Now what are you going to do to me 'ead?"
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"Not... all the time," the white blonde replied between licks. He gave the man's stomach a full-on treatment, cleaning his own seed off his skin. Consuming it like the good boy he claimed to be. "Give me the day to think about it," replied Cori.
He left a little cum on his tongue, offering to share it with John in a kiss.
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"How much thought is required for what I have, eh?" John leaned in, accepting the offer. His stomach shined with the spit and sweat, hairy but for a man of his age, his skin was still amazingly taut over his frame, his form that of someone a decade or so younger. Certainly not immortal but his supernatural dealings and shapeshifter aspect had some perks.
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"I can be creative," Cori said in a most non-threatening manner before slipping his tongue into John's mouth. He sounded a pleasant moan against the other man's lips, cock softening against his. The Englishman did have a body that belied his age, definitely a perk.
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Creative, huh? It worried Constantine somewhat; if any creativity was involved, he would have preferred it channeled into their sex life, not his ill kept hair.
The magus' eyes narrowed, suspicious.
Continued in the next issue!