hook, line and sinker

Kain's lids lowered when he felt the soft fingertips against his lips. His grin grew. Felt hotter, more eager now. Kain blamed this libido on Asmodeus. The freak just had to have instilled into him this much need for sex, didn't he?

Suddenly something weird happened. The pressure on his dick had gone disappointingly and the blond seemed to become another person yet again, yet still with the same features. Kain could only raise his eyebrow at this new 'person'. He frowned, but did as he was told out of curiosity. Boy, was he letting his guard down so much today. Was he that bored?

Upon seeing that there was another blond that looked eerily like the one he'd just pushed against the wall a minute ago waving at him from a window at the hotel, Kain understood a little bit. So that was this one's--Vinnie's-- powers. One of them anyway. He still had that dangerous-looking arm. Well, at least Kain's got that solved.

He grinned as Vinnie disappeared behind the blinds. That game, huh, he thought. Not that he had a problem with it. If anything, it made him all the more eager to play.

He let his wings come out then and he flew his way over to said window. Couldn't wait. Too eager. His playmate might think he could drag this out for a few more minutes while Kain made his way around the alley and up the hotel, but he's wrong. Kain dove through the glass and blinds. He rolled into a squat then stood up. Didn't bother shaking the bits of glass off of him as he trudged towards Vinnie, licking his lips again. "Ready to play, Vinnie?" he asked as his wings stuck to his back and morphed into his skin.

"Ah, Vincenzo," Kain tried again. Didn't want to make his playmate too angry yet, seeing that the name seemed to dislike what his clone just called him. Or was that even a clone? Didn't matter. Kain was more concerned about getting down to the fun and less technical part of tonight. He ignored the way his brain screamed at him to start caring about the technical stuff but, honestly, where's the fun when you know enough to be able to predict what's coming?

As the blond gravitated towards him. In turn, he wrapped his arms around Vincenzo's waist, a hand hanging low enough to caress his ass. "Mm, wonder what that is," he replied slowly. He wasn't one to accept vaguely-defined 'prizes' from strangers but maybe this time, he thought, it might be fun to see what he'll get.

"I'm not too concerned with losing some skin," Kain's light caressing of Vincenzo's ass turned into a sharp, playful grip while he purred. The daemon let his tongue run the length of his lips before he daringly pressed his face a little into the blades against one cheek with just enough pressure for the tips to press into his skin but not quite yet to wound. He rolled his hips forward against the blond's with a hum. "And it's Kain, Vincenzo."

Suddenly he was kicked and pushed back. Not a pleasant experience, but Kain found laughter bubbling from his stomach. He let it tone down to a chuckle as he watched the other straddled him. By the time the other had linked their lips together, he was grinning sharply.

He returned the kiss with more than fervor--more than just tongue and lips. He bit when he could, then grinned to both show his contempt and to stretch his lips enough to avoid getting bitten back. His hands gripped Vincenzo's waist, fingers digging into his flawless skin.

In a heartbeat, Kain lifted his hips up and pulled the blond to the side to reverse their positions, though Vincenzo's legs were still around his waist. That didn't matter much though. He could do without straddling the other. All he really needed to do was put his arms under Vincenzo's ankles and lift them up to the blond's own head, effectively folding Vincenzo so that he was in a more exposed position.

"You say that," Kain started, licking his lips. He grinned again before he pulled the other's pants right at the crotch--also intentionally clawing at his member--and tore the cloth open with as much ease as Vincenzo did to Kain's shirt. Quickly, he put his free hand back on holding onto the other's leg. "But you're letting your guard down, too."

Kain watched hungrily as Vincenzo sucked on his fingers and pulled his own member from the protective cover of his underwear--what little it offered anyway. He felt his tongue licking his lips again, his eyes becoming dark with lust. Kain chuckled as he pulled his own throbbing cock out and jerked at it a few times to spread the bit of precum already leaking out. Not that it'll help Vincenzo in any way. Besides, Kain had a feeling the other wouldn't be so opposed to getting dry-fucked, judging by the eagerness in his actions.

"I'll make sure you'll be more than ripped apart after tonight," Kain chuckled darkly. He didn't need to be told twice before he guided his member into the warm hole that was Vincenzo. It took a bit of effort to push through being this dry, but he enjoyed it all the same. Holy hell, was he tight. Deliciously so that he drew out a deep moan from Kain.

"So tight," he managed before shortly moving roughly out, in, out and in again. One arm stretched straight to support his body, one hand forcing Vincenzo's body to fold more sharply, while the other held the leg around his neck. Kain's mind on the movement of his hips and the pleasure that the blond was giving him. From habit, he turned towards the closest part of Vincenzo to him, which happened to be his leg, and dug his teeth into it, biting hard.

Kain chuckled, lips and teeth attached against the flawless limb again even after the kick that had almost hit him in the head, as he was taunted to hurt more. Now this guy really was something else. Only so few have demanded for more, directed him to do what else they wanted. Only so few really wanted to get hurt.

With a drive pushed further to the roof, Kain turned to face the blond. He pulled his hand back before giving Vincenzo a sharp backhand. Without waiting for him to recover, Kain took his chin and jerked the blond's head to face him again before he forced his pointer and middle fingers deep into the other's mouth. "Shut up and suck, whore," he commanded hotly, heavy hand pushing back Vincenzo's face while partly blocking his airway, too.

He didn't care much about the teeth. He knew where he was sticking his fingers into and didn't care for the consequences. Besides, Vincenzo did say he wanted to be choked, though maybe he meant it in a different way, but Kain could fulfill that later. Right now, he only thought of the hot friction against his dick as he continued to pump his hips forward and back despite the interim.