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Danhausen grips his hair, pulling his head back and baring his neck. He bites down, hard enough to cause Hook to hiss as he rides the line between pleasure and pain. He licks his lips as the demon leaves his mark, grinding against him. The pressure on his throat is warring with the pressure on his cock and he gasps out a breath. He loves this, letting his infamous guard down and gladly inviting his partner in to have his way with him whenever and however he wants.
He doesn’t know why he had ever tried to resist this. From the moment they met, a spark of possibility began to burn between them; growing from the flicker of a candle to blazing warmth to a consuming wildfire. They had circled one another, closer and closer with eyes wide and hearts hungry, until they had come together in a scorching moment that left their very souls seared with its heat. Out of the ashes of what had been came what is and will now always be.
The world thinks it knows them, but it knows nothing .
It will never know how Hook loves to give in but also hold on and hold back, to delay and delay until he can’t any longer. He’s lasted days before, bringing his lover to the dizzying heights but never allowing himself to follow. Sometimes Danhausen will join in with the tease, and tie him to the bed with cotton ropes and strong knots, slip on a cock ring or ball cuff or both, and ride Hook for as long as he can, until he comes all over Hook’s body and leaves him painfully hard and aching, desperate to come but unable to fall into bliss. He then asks Hook if he wants to come, and Hook makes a choice: if it’s a no, then Danhausen soothes and eases him down off the edge until his tension is gone and he is is soft, still wanting to come but wanting to wait even more; if it’s a yes, then Danhausen soothes him in a different way, gifting him with whichever part of his body that Hook wants the most.
Then there are the times that Danhausen begs and pleads to please allow him to bring Hook to completion, where Hook always tries to say no, but always ends up crying out yes; he’s never been able to resist Danhausen’s pleas of want and devotion that are kissed into his skin.
Danhausen finishes leaving his mark on Hook’s neck and leans back to admire it. He gives a wicked grin and pulls Hook towards the bed, his hand still firmly buried in Hook’s hair. Now on his hands and knees, Danhausen cover’s Hook’s body and nips at the near-bloody mark; Hook shivers from it. The hand is hair has adjusted its grip, pulling the strands just taught enough that Hook will undoubtedly feel for hours yet.
The world will never know that this is why he lets his hair be as wild as it wants. Danhausen can't resist it, stroking and grabbing and fisting it tight, tight as his hand on Hook's cock, and leaving it wilder than before. He's gone out to the ring with it so wild, struggling to keep his face blank as he indulges in knowing why it's like that in front of thousands, millions of fans and strangers. It's a badge he wears proudly, if silently, one that reads I'm taken as much as a mark on his neck or a ring on his finger.
Danhausen’s wicked tongue slowly trails down his spine to his ultimate goal. He licks into Hook’s entrance, lathing at it with abandon and opening him up more with every press in. Hook swallows hard to keep back the whimper that wants to escape. Danhausen hears it anyway, or maybe he just knows what he’s doing to Hook. He bites a cheek suddenly and Hook can’t keep that cry from echoing out in the room. Danhausen doesn’t let him go right away, indenting his teeth into the muscle; the impression will be there for a while. He releases the bite and then gently kisses the quickly reddening skin. Hook huffs, but says nothing, and this time when the tongue returns to lovingly broaden his entrance he doesn’t muffle any sounds that rise up in his throat.
There isn’t a surface that Danhausen hasn’t bent Hook over or up against to treat him to this. The back of the passenger seat in a car, the door of their hotel room, the table of an unlocked conference room, the wall of an open hallway; once even the edge of the ring itself, so late at night it was early morning in the darkened arena. Hook has happily returned the favor a few times, but he doesn’t revel in it like Danhausen does. He’s come from this act of giving pleasure alone– not touching his cock once, his release coating Hook’s legs and whatever surface is nearby– and not stuttering at all in his attention.
The world will never know how devilishly divine that sly tongue of Danhausen’s is. It deserves a temple to its skill with Hook as its devout patron. He’d long ago sold his soul, willingly so, and will never reach the Heaven he was taught of in his youth; he does not care about what blasphemy such a temple and his devotion may be. Let him be profane, then; the only Heaven he needs is the one he’s created with this demon of the sinful tongue.
Oh, how he could come from this, but no, not yet. He hisses a demand and is rewarded with a break from the tongue and sharp smack to his other cheek. Danhausen kneads it, Hook arching his back into the sensation. A dark laugh rings out, and Danhausen covers him again to press his thick cock inside. This is his punishment, the slow dragging slide of a barely wet cock working its way deep into him. He loves every blistering second of it, but also hates it nearly as much because Danhausen likes to take his time in his roughness and Hook, for all that he makes himself wait, is impatient. He wants to drive his hips back, but knows Danhausen will only go slower in turn. Instead he holds himself as still as he can and lets Danhausen languidly thrust into him.
Sibilant sounds and the faint slap of skin against skin are all that can be heard. A particular roll of Danhausen’s hips has him hitting the place inside Hook that makes him scream through his teeth and tighten around the demon’s cock, eliciting a shout of his own. Danhausen growls, fist tightening in Hook’s hair and pulling him into a sharper arch. His other hand joins the first, holding on with a blissfully aching intensity, and together he uses their grip as a leash to haul Hook back to meet his cock. It’s still a leisurely pace, but every thrust is growing sharper, more forceful, and striking that place that leaves Hook senseless. Danhausen is getting close.
A few hitched breaths later and he asks Hook the question. Hook shakes his head as best as he can in Danhausen’s fierce hold, knowing that answer won’t be satisfying. The angle shifts, leaving him wanting; he shakes his head again and the thrusts nearly stop altogether. He keens in frustration, but still shakes his head for a third time, and Danhausen pulls out. One hand is released from his hair so it spank him, the sudden sting leaving Hook gasping for air. There is no kneading this time, only a broad palm gently pressing into the flushed skin. As he tries to catch his breath, Hook hears the question again.
The world will never know just how much Hook wholeheartedly gives himself over to his demonic lover. How he has no fear when he’s with Danhausen, not out there and never, not even once, in here. For him, Hook would burn the whole world to ash if he were only asked, but he knows he never will be. Danhausen likes this world, despite its ceaseless issues, and takes delight in the chaos that runs rampant within it.
He answers yes, as he can’t deny himself this time. Danhausen eases back inside, agonizingly slow for a moment or two, and then resumes the escalating rhythm. The free hand disappears from his cheek and reappears, wet now, to grasp Hook’s neglected cock and stroke it in time with his thrusts. The feeling of a calloused hand in addition to the nearly scathing drag of Danhausen’s cock is what sends him spiraling out in ecstasy. He tightens so much that he locks Danhausen inside, the demon snarling as he follows and fills Hook completely.
Near silence reigns as they drift in a pleasurable haze. Hook has collapsed on the bed, Danhausen a heavy weight on top of him. He doesn’t mind in the slightest. The hand in his hair has let go, and now is gently petting the strands and massaging his scalp. He hums, or perhaps even actually purrs, and basks in the attention. Danhausen isn’t finished with him yet, however. He carefully gets up and shakily stands long enough to retrieve two items from his bag. Hook watches with idle curiosity as Danhausen spreads lube on a plug, then smiles as he feels it press into him to keep the come deep inside.
Danhausen lays down beside him, kissing every bit of skin he can reach with reverence. One hand returns to his hair to resume the soothing adoration there. Hook melts into the touch, but even as he does he’s already planning on what will happen next.
He’ll shower, but the plug will stay in. They have planes to catch, heading in opposite directions, and Hook will kiss Danhausen a see-you-later instead of a goodbye at the airport. He’ll go through security and take his seat, endure the hours in the air and the tedious minutes it will take to get back to his apartment, and then he’ll strip naked and lie on his bed, the plug still in place this whole time. There he will wait until Danhausen texts him that he’s home, and then he’ll reply with a video of him removing the plug and releasing the demon’s come onto his sheets, soaking them. Danhausen will love it, he knows, and will love that Hook won’t change the sheets until next time he’s able to visit and leave his physical reminders first hand all over Hook, his sheets, and his life.
The world will never know how much Danhausen reveres Hook. He’s a possessive demon, he says, and is certainly possessive of his devil. Hook is overwhelmed by the adulation, but knows exactly what it’s like. It makes him feel worshiped as much as it does owned, and he savors in both sensations. And down to his very bones and lost soul he knows it’s mutual, that they are eternally bound by their dreams and desires.
Danhausen will have no other, and neither will Hook, not in this life or any other.