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Abe Solomon's brows twitched slightly at the sound of the saloon's door squeaking open. Honestly, what kind of podunk ass backwater town couldn't even oil the fuckin' hinges? Still, it was the only drinking hole in town, and since his presence at his own camp would dissuade customers, he was killing time here. Everyone fuckin' wanted the devil to bring his girls to town, but apparently they couldn't get hard if they had to see said devil in the camp. Well, fuck 'em all anyway. His girls would slit their throats themselves if anyone got out of line, so giving the infernis the night off wasn't going to break his fuckin' heart.
He felt a presence loom behind him, and not for the first time swore at the fact that the saloon had been too crowded for him to get a seat facing the door. He leaned back in his chair, pretending to stretch as he slid a hand into his into his jacket, placing it on the little one shot pistol he had smuggled in past the town's 'no weapons' rule. If someone thought they were going to slay the devil and 'free those girls from damnation,' or some other bullshit, they were going to find it hard to think at all with their brains splattered across the room in a minute.
He tipped his head back as part of the stretch... and felt a smirk curl his lips as he withdrew his hand from his coat, “Well, well, well, upon my damned fuckin' soul, if it ain't li'l Jackie!” He sat up and turned in his chair to face the katari, his smirk widening at the sour look he got for his greeting. “Do your good brothers have need of my assistance again?” he goaded, knowing that the younger man was no longer just an errand boy, but unable to resist getting the dig in... It was just too fuckin' much fun to annoy the outlaw.
It had been a couple years since Jack had been fully accepted into the Brimstone Brotherhood... or rather the Brimstone Butchers as most people called them these days. The inclusion had come with full access to supplies and meals, instead of the scraps he had been begging for previously, allowing the young outlaw to put some flesh on his bones, and make his way out of that awkward, overly-skinny with too-long limbs phase into something worth looking at. Being a road agent seemed to have also been good for self confidence, given that he had lost the air of being on the edge of hissing and swatting before bolting. He stood with a grace and ease that hadn't been present the last time they had met up in Vulture's Roost, and the grin that had earned him his epithet was firmly plastered over his face...
Of course, Abe could still see the tells. Jack had better control of his face, but his eyes still narrowed, and even if his hat held his ears in place so they couldn't betray him, that fuckin' tattle-tail behind him still lashed and twitched, letting the infernis know that he'd gotten under his skin. Fuckin' delightful. The shorter-lived races tended to change so much so quickly, that he hadn't been sure he'd still be able to annoy the younger man, but it was good to see that that wasn't the case.
“I ain't here on business,” Jack replied, still grinning, while his switching tail told a different story, “I was passin' through, an' saw yer camp outside town,” he reached out, and grabbed a chair, pitching the unconscious drunk occupying it onto the floor before pulling it up next to Abe, “You need t'talk to that bitch Mitzy about bein' nicer,” he said as he signaled the bartender for a drink, “Y'can't treat customers the way she does, and expect t'make money.”
The infernis arched a brow as he also signaled the bartender for a refill, “That so?” he asked with amusement, “And were you a fuckin' customer, or were you a nuisance?”
That katari's tail whipped angrily before it wound itself around one of the chair legs, the tip still twitching back and forth in agitation, “I ain't done nothin',” he blustered, but the older man picked up the ghost of guilty teenager in his tone, “Bitch chased me off with a fuckin' broom!”
Abe tossed his head back and laughed at that, noting but not acknowledging the way the saloon went silent, and unease filled the air at the sound of the devil's mirth. His hand snaked out and he grabbed the outlaw by the front of his shirt, yanking him closer as he leaned in until they were nose to nose, “You put some fuckin' respect in yer mouth,” he growled around elongated teeth bared in a grin to match Jack's, “or else I'll fuckin' put it in there for you.” Abe was the only one who got to talk shit about his business partner, anyone else was liable to get their throats ripped out... though which of the two did it was honestly a coin flip.
Now most people recoiled when an infernirs' dread visage overtook them. Something something, demons and devils, something something, Circles Below. And certainly Abe's intent had been to rattle Jack just enough to make him flinch... he had absolutely wanted to see what would happen if he tried to lay his ears flat to his skull with the hat in the way. However, that wasn't what happened, much to his surprise. Sure, Jack's eyes widened, and his breath hitched a little... but the fuckin' freak had leaned in.
Oh! Ooooh, wasn't that fuckin' delightful! Abe recalculated the game as he released the front of the katari's shirt, and shoved him away. He sat placidly back in his chair to show that he was No Threat, and Not Starting Trouble as the bartender approach with their drinks, “So let me guess... yer broke fuckin' ass showed up at the camp, and tried to get a freebie?” he asked sweetly, a mean smirk on his face, “Yer lucky she only used a broom, I woulda gotten a fuckin' shotgun,” he nodded his thanks to the bartender and flipped him a silver, “So what? Yer here to complain, and think you kin get a tumble for fuckin' free?”
Jack's grin remained in place, although the rest of his face turned nasty, “I'm not lookin' to fuck yer whores,” he growled, “I was stoppin' by to talk to you, since you fuckin' like information so much.”
“That so?” Abe asked, not bothering to hide his disbelief, “Ya sure yer not still scared'a women?” he taunted as he pulled a deck of cards out of his coat, and began shuffling them expertly.
That did it. The tail was out and lashing again, and Jack's grin fell into a scowl, “I ain't fuckin' scared'a women,” he growled, and the infernis took a moment to appreciate the bass and grit that had found its way into the younger man's voice since the last time they had spoken. It might have even been intimidating... if he couldn't hear the edge of petulance in his tone. “Yer talkin' about respect, but y'ain't got any of it yerself.”
Abe smirked, and tipped his head toward the younger man to side-eye him, “And why the fuck should I respect you, Jackie?” he goaded, having more fun than was surely legal, “Whoever's hero you might be, it ain't fuckin' mine.”
Jack stilled for a split second, and that was enough of a warning for the infernis to swing around out of his chair before the other man lunged at him. The katari crashed into the empty chair, but before he could rebound, Abe grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and yanked him up, “Enough,” he snapped, “Yer gonna get us fuckin' kicked out. If you don't stop bein' a fuckin' hothead, I'll toss ya in the horse trough myself,” he lowered his voice as he leaned down, glad that the younger man hadn't yet grown out of the cat-like instinct to curl up when someone lifted him by the scruff, “We'll talk about information in private,” he said quietly, “but here in fuckin' public, we're gonna drink and play some cards like fuckin' civilized folk. That sound amenable to you?” he asked, and then gave outlaw a small shake when he didn't reply.
“Yeah,” Jack snapped, his voice a little more strained than the grip on him would justify, “fuckin' asshole,” he blustered, though his tail didn't back up the anger or annoyance he was trying to project.
One day the younger man would be better at controlling his tells, but Abe was glad that wasn't the case yet. He lifted Jack to his feet, and shot an unfriendly look at the frightened people on the other side of the table, spurring them to break out of their freeze response at the violence in front of them and scatter. “Good boy,” he said, and then smirked at the tail twitch the praise had elicited, “and since yer gonna be civil, I'll even let you face the door,” he said giving the outlaw a gentle push towards the other side of the table, “Ain't I fuckin' benevolent?”
“Yer a fuckin' asshole,” Jack grumbled, catching his balance easily, once more demonstrating that he'd grown into the grace his people were known for. Despite the insult, he still took the offered seat and pulled over his whiskey, though he leveled a sour look at the infernis all the same.
“I am many things,” Abe replied jovially as he righted his chair, and sat back down, “Now outta respect fer yer situation, should we keep it to a copper ante?” he asked sweetly.
Jack's ears tried to go back, and it was as funny as the older man had thought it would be with the way they got caught by his hat, “I ain't fuckin' broke!” he snapped angrily.
“Oh? A silver ante then?” A wicked smile curled his lips as the katari slapped down a gold piece to shut him up. Gods, it was so fuckin' fun messing with the outlaw, and Abe's only regret was that it likely wouldn't stay this way for very much longer. Well, he was just going to enjoy it for now and not linger on thoughts of the future. “Well, if you insist,” he said as he picked the cards up again, and offered them to be cut.
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A few hours, many drinks, and a good number of hands of poker later had Abe sitting happily in front of a nice sized pile of gold as Jack scowled at him, shoulders hunched over, and an air of petulance around him. The infernis assessed how drunk the other man was, and decided that this was as good a place to wrap it up as any. If Jack ended up any drunker, he might forget whatever information he was willing to pass on, and Abe didn't want to end up responsible for him if he passed out.
“Well I do thank you kindly, Mr Booth, but I think this is a good place to end it,” he said cheerfully, “I'm sure the girls will be very fuckin' appreciative for your contributions to their upkeep this evenin'. Maybe you should try stoppin' by again, and see if you get a warmer welcome.”
The katari narrowed his eyes and scowled at the older man, “Fuckin' cheater,” he accused.
Abe stopped putting the gold away, and turned his full attention to Jack. He cut the other man a lot of slack because he was still young, and certainly not as worldly as the infernis in his late double digits, but if the idiot got in the habit of accusing people of cheating just because he hadn't learned to hide his tells, he was going to end up really fuckin' dead, really fuckin' soon... and that would be a cryin' fuckin' shame.
Abe's eyes glowed red in the dim light of the saloon as his lips drew back to reveal a pointed smile that would rival any cat's as he once more grabbed Jack by the front of the shirt and hauled him across the table, “Now you fuckin' listen to me, you grinnin' little fuck,” he growled into the other man's face, his voice down an octave and rumbling like an avalanche, “You don't go around accusin' honest fuckin' men of cheatin' just because yer fuckin' bad at somethin'. That's an insult on my fuckin' honor, and even if I'm bein' a good sport about it, the next fuckin' person won't be. So unless you want a fuckin' pistol down yer throat, you either get fuckin' good, or keep yer fuckin' trap shut!”
Actually... given the way Jack's pupils were blown wider than dimness and drunkenness would account for, and the way his mouth hung slightly open to accommodate his soft but rapid panting, Abe was staring to suspect that he did want a pistol down his throat. What a little fuckin' freak.
He shoved the katari hard back into his seat, and went back to gathering up his winnings, pretending not to see the way he sprawled there stunned, trying to scrape together enough brains for a come back. Once all the money was tucked away, the infernis got to his feet, straightened his clothing, and then made his way to the bar to settle up... for both of them, since he was using Jack's money to pay for it anyway. By the time he got to the door, he heard the frantic scramble of someone attempting to get to their feet and tripping over them, indicating that the younger man had finally managed to divert enough blood back to his brain to take action. Abe smirked as he quickly ducked into the alley next to the saloon and waited. Sure enough, Jack pounded out a moment later, frantically looking up and down the street before swearing, and hurrying over to the hitching post to untie his horse.
Gods, it was too easy to fuck with him. If he were the kind of person prone to introspection, Abe would wonder if he was a bad person... but happily he didn't need to think about it, since he already knew he was. He had been told as much often enough that there was nothing for him to introspect about, and so all he felt was enjoyment as he reached out of the shadows, grabbed the younger man, and yanked him into the alley as well. He used his stockier frame to pin the outlaw face-first against the wall, and grabbed his wrists before any attempts to draw weapons could be made. “You sure are fuckin' lucky I'm benevolent,” he murmured, bracing himself against the other man's struggles, though they stopped almost immediately after he spoke, “Yer stupid ass woulda been fuckin' dead if it was anyone other than me.”
“Fuck. You.” Jack spat back, though his voice was a bit too breathy, and held no heat.
“Are you offerin' personally?” Abe teased, smirking at the hitch in the other man's breath, and the way his tail tip flicked against his leg. “Yeah, I thought as much,” he rumbled, and for just a moment considered having his way with Jack then and there, but decided that it was too risky... even if that would only make it more exciting. Still this place wasn't friendly to infernirs, and was unlikely to be friendly to anything else the small minds here would consider 'unnatural,' and Abe wasn't interested in getting caught with his pants around his ankles by an angry mob. He'd been there and done that, and didn't particularly want a repeat of it. Instead he leaned up and murmured near Jack's ear, “Guess ya better find yer way back to my wagon, huh,” he blew a soft breath into the ear and was rewarded with a tiny moan that the katari had clearly tried to muffle, “Gods yer so fuckin' easy,” he taunted and stepped back, “Maybe you fuckin' are onto something with that whole 'pitiful' strategy.” He grinned at the unfocused glare that got him, “Stay here until you can ride yer horse without fuckin' damagin' yerself,” he added before slipping back out into the street, and making his way back to his camp.
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Abe got back to camp without incident, and checked in with his business associate to see how the night had been going. He ignored her admonitions that he should get the fuck out before he hurt business, and informed her that he had some business to attend and then would be retiring for the evening... and that she shouldn't chase Jack away if he showed up again. He ignored the resulting tirade as he walked away, and stopped by the supply wagon to pick up a few things that he would likely need for the evening. Life had taught him that it was easier to escape certain situations and accusations if he didn't bring people to his own bed, but he was willing to bet anything on the fact that there was no one in the whole world clamoring to protect Grinnin' Jack fuckin' Booth's supposed honor.
He also took the time to clean himself up a bit. He felt it was a matter of courtesy, although he was sure he wouldn't receive the same in kind, but it was really a mark of his own pride. One only entertained company while filthy if they were into that... Jack probably was...
In any case, Abe returned to his wagon and put things away so it would look like he simply had them on hand, and hadn't needed to prepare anything... After all, he didn't want Jack to think he was special, because he'd never fuckin' hear the end of it. Best to keep that ego in its larval stage for as long as possible.
Abe poured himself a glass of whiskey from his personal stash of The Good Stuff, and then took a seat at his desk, flipping open his ledger so he could add the evening's winnings to the camp's profit. While he was there, he began going through the invoices on the desk, and adding them into the ledger as well. He didn't know how long he was going to wait, so it only made sense to get work done... Especially since he might have misjudged Jack's tolerances on all fronts, and the katari could be face down in the alley sleeping it off.
After another glass of whiskey, and entering the previous day's profits, Abe finally heard a knock on his door. As he didn't take Jack for the type to knock politely, he gave up on his hopes for an enjoyable evening, and got to his feet to see who the hell was bothering him when he wasn't supposed to be there.
Imagine his surprise at seeing that it was the katari after all, looking a little bit drunker, and slightly damp in the light of lantern on the side of the wagon. Abe cast a quick glance over the surrounding areas to make sure there were no paying customers around, and then crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. “Well look who fuckin' deigned to grace me with their presence,” he drawled, indulging himself enough to let his own tail twitch to show his annoyance, “Get lost on the way?” he asked sarcastically.
Jack's ears tried to lay back despite the hat... it was still funny... “Y'said to wait until I wouldn't injure myself,” the younger man replied, a grin in place to back up his bluster, “Didn't think you'd shame a man for stayin' power.”
Abe blatantly dropped his gaze to the front of the other man's pants, and then scoffed, “Sure Jack,” he said, disbelief apparent in his tone, “Havin' second fuckin' thoughts, were you?” he taunted, smiling nastily, “Didn't take ya fer a coward, but yer sure as hell free to fuckin' leave if y'ain't brave enough.”
The infernis was genuinely surprised to see panic flash across the younger man's face, and was about to open his mouth and assure him that it actually was alright to back out, but before he could, Jack surged forward to grab the front of his shirt and get into his face, “I ain't playin' this fuckin' game,” he growled, “Y'don't get to make me harder than fuckin' simiahn algebra, and then fuckin' send me away!”
Abe's brows went up, and he couldn't help but smirk as he let the outlaw push him back a few steps, “Oh, I don't get to?” he taunted and snaked an arm around the other man, and pulled him against his body, noting that he actually was slightly damp, and smelled faintly of soap, “What the fuck are you gonna do about it?” It was clear that Jack wasn't familiar with this game, given the way his brows twitched together at the infernis' conflicting words and actions, and Abe couldn't help but chuckle even as he leaned up to murmur near his ear, “Close the fuckin' door, were you raised in a fuckin' barn?”
That spurred the outlaw into action as he realized things were going his way. He released the older man's shirt, and quickly reached back to pull the door to, having enough presence of mind not to slam it. With that out of the way, he grabbed Abe's shirt again, and leaned in for a kiss...
Which the infernis dodged, as he pulled away, “Take yer fuckin' hat and dirty boots off, you godsdamn heathen,” he taunted, “Ain't you got any fuckin' home trainin'?”
The katari groaned, but obediently began divesting himself of the requested items, “Hard to have home trainin' when you never had a home,” he grumbled, but put his boots next to the door where they belonged, and hung his hat on one of the hooks on the wall, “You fuckin' happy now?” he half-whined.
Abe dropped his gaze to the front of Jack's pants again, and smirked, “Well one of us sure is,” he teased, “Gods, you really are a little fuckin' freak, aren't you?” he asked, stepping forward into the younger man's personal space, “All I gotta do is talk or look mean, and yer hornier than a fuckin' alley tom...” He stepped closer, forcing the katari back against the door, and put one had against the frame as he locked the door with the other one, “Oh... and manhandle you,” he added, closing the last bit of distance between them, and moving his free hand to Jack's ass before sliding it down the back of his thigh and lifting his leg, “How flexible do y'reckon you are?” he asked with an evil grin.
Ah gods, it seemed he'd activated the katari's freeze response again, given the way he was staring wide-eyed at the infernis, mouth slightly open as he panted softly, while his trapped tail twitched and shook. Well bed it was, then... and he was going to have to figure out if the reaction was a lack of experience with men, or a lack of experience in general...
“Well I'll be damned even further Below than I was already,” he said as he dropped Jack's leg and stepped back, “Is our li'l Jackie a blushin' fuckin' virgin?” he asked, pulling the outlaw along with him, and then turning to shove him onto the bed.
The katari didn't try to stop or alter his trajectory, although he did come out of his spell of arousal enough to take a few steps back closer to the bed before letting gravity have its way, “Fuck you, Abe!” he snapped angrily, bouncing slightly on the mattress, “I ain't a fuckin' virgin! Yer jus' really...” panicked embarrassment flashed across his face, and he snapped his mouth shut before he could finish that sentence...
But it was too late, and Abe was more than capable of guessing the words that had been unsaid, “I'm just really what?” he asked, grinning like a devil as he walked over, and kicked Jack's feet apart, his grin widening as the katari immediately spread his legs far enough for him to kneel between them. He braced his hands on the outlaw's hips and leaned over him, “Y'know I'm gonna make you say what y'didn't before I give you what you want.”
Jack pushed himself up on his elbows so he could look at the older man, and licked his dry lips before firing back with, “Y'can't make me say shit...” but the eager quaver in his voice made his bluster completely unconvincing.
“You keep tellin' yourself that,” Abe replied with a smirk, and then turned his attention to the task at hand. He gripped the bottom of Jack's shirt, and yanked up out of his waistband, getting a writhe and a whining noise out of the man under him as he tried to bring his hands down to unbutton the garment and free himself from it. The infernis immediately reached out and caught his wrists, “I didn't tell you to fuckin' do that,” he said mildly, although he could tell by the way his nails had lengthened into talons that he was perhaps a bit too excited for his tone to be believable, “You put yer fuckin' hands above yer head and keep them there until I fuckin' tell you otherwise, Jack Booth.”
He watched the younger man's eyes widen, and his chest heave as he sucked in a breath, before immediately falling back on the bed and doing what he was told. Well fuck! If he'd known that this was all it took to make the katari obedient, he would have done it sooner! He quietly took a deep breath of his own to settle himself, and ran his talons over Jack's chest and belly before he calmed enough for them to return to his normal nails, drawing a pleading groan and needful arch out of the man under him. The part of Abe's mind that stayed outside the moment, and never stopped analyzing and calculating couldn't help but observe that Jack's danger boner was going to get him killed one day, but this wasn't that day, and so he got to work removing the younger man's belt and setting it aside. He let the outlaw squirm as he began unfastening his pants, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to goad him a little. “Gods, yer so fuckin' pathetic,” he chuckled, “I ain't even done anything yet, and you can't keep still. What the fuck are you gonna do when I actually touch you?” he lifted his head to smirk at his willing victim.
“I kin keep goin',” Jack replied breathily, panting openly as he stared up at the ceiling, his hands gripping the blanket above his head, and his claws likely putting holes in it, “two're three times, usually.”
Abe actually paused at that, his brows going up. He was fairly certain Jack didn't have enough blood in his brain to think up lies at the moment... “Can you now?” he asked, “I think I gotta fuckin' test that...” he smirked, “and I gotta think about what I'm gonna do to you if yer a fuckin' liar.”
“Oh fuckin' gods, test me,” the younger man pleaded, bucking his hips, “Much as ya want, just fuckin' touch me already!”
“Well now I don't want to,” the infernis teased, though he returned his hands to Jack's waistband and gave it a tug, “Lift yer fuckin' hips like the pathetic horny cat y'are...” he couldn't help but laugh as he leaned back out of the way to avoid how quickly and how far the katari's hips came up off the bed, “Ah, so you are flexible,” he said with amusement, and tugged his pants down out of the way, “I'll be testin' that too,” he taunted.
“Fuckin' please,” the outlaw begged openly, “Y'can't break me, but fuckin' try!”
Oh. Oh! Abe had to actually stop himself for a moment there. He had a lot of experience... growing up in a whorehouse would do that to a body... and he was really good at breaking people, so that just sounded like a challenge... Good gods, was his tail the one lashing this time? It fuckin' was! He could feel the tug and snap in his spine, and he took another breath to settle himself again, covering his hesitation by focusing on removing Jack's pants, and carefully preventing the claws on his feet from tearing the material. He didn't want to explain to anyone in the Brotherhood how Jack had ended up returning to the gang's camp in a pair of his pants the next time they met up.
“You shouldn't make promises yer ass can't fuckin' keep,” he said, trying to keep his tone mild, but hearing the rumble in his voice. Damn it.
“Gods, it's so fuckin' hot when y'do that,” Jack moaned, and before the infernis could respond, the katari's hands were on his horns, tugging at him and attempting to pull him up over his body, “Jus'... just... fuck me!”
Abe's hands shot up, and he grabbed the outlaw's wrists, yanking them away from his horns as he surged over the younger man to pin him to the bed, “I fuckin' told you to keep yer hands up here,” he growled into Jack's face, seeing his reflection in the katari's wide-blown pupils. Damn it! His eyes were glowing red again, and his horns were twisting and elongating, which was likely what had prompted them being grabbed. He genuinely didn't appreciate his infernal nature making a lie of his calm and collected front. How was he supposed to make Jack feel like a pathetic freak if he kept giving away how excited he was?
Thankfully the outlaw didn't seem to realize what it meant, and simply rolled his body up against Abe's, searching for any kind of friction, “Make me,” he groaned, tugging at the infernis' grip.
Well that was easy enough. Abe shifted his grip so that he could free a hand and grab the belt he had set aside. He moved too quickly to give the other man time to react, and had his hands bound together with the belt, before pushing one of the holes down over a peg on the bed frame... that might or might not have been there for this exact purpose.
Just because he didn't make a habit of taking people back to his own bed, didn't mean he hadn't planned for the possibility. It was important to be prepared for anything, after all.
He sat up and smirked as Jack tugged at his hands, and then twisted and squirmed genuinely trying to free himself, “What the fuck?” he half-whined, arching up off the bed to try to give himself leverage.
“You told me to make you,” Abe replied, putting a hand on the katari's chest and leaning over him to press him into the bed again, “I warned you not to make promises yer ass can't keep,” he rumbled into the younger man's ear, before blowing a warm breath into it just to watch it twitch. He chuckled as he sat up again, grinning at the needful moan the action elicited as Jack lifted his hips to chase the contact. Now that he had the cat locked down, Abe took his time to enjoy the view... and arched a brow, “Well I'll be damned,” he said in appreciation, it now making sense why the other man had so much trouble thinking while aroused, “Where do you even keep that all the time?”
He knew he'd fucked up when Jack's ears flattened to the sides, and he turned his head away. Apparently he had just stepped on a similar land mine to the one the katari had triggered by grabbing his horns. It wasn't fair how someone sleeping with a person for the novelty and then shaming them for being different could fuck a body up.
He put his hands on Jack's hips, and slid them up the length of his body, before dragging his nails back down, “It don't fuckin' matter,” he said in the reassuring tone he used for skittish horse, what was the closest to 'gentle' he could manage. He leaned over the outlaw again, and murmured near his flattened ear, “I know where it's goin' though.” He nipped the ear tip before it could flick upward again, and then slid all the way back down to kneel on the floor between Jack's legs.
Honestly, he hadn't intended to use his mouth for anything over than talking, but plans needed to be flexible... especially if you accidentally invoked the kind of humiliation your partner didn't enjoy during your romp. To that end, he cupped a hand around the other man's shaft, and then slowly dragged the flat of his tongue up the length from base to tip... It was a long fuckin' lick. It was also a rewarding lick, given the moan it elicited, along with the way Jack's feet scrabbled at the floor, trying to push himself upward so it didn't end. That reaction alone told Abe that the younger man had likely never had a blow job... and certainly needed to sleep with more people, because the ones he had slept with previously clearly hadn't done a very good job of fucking him properly.
“If you cum without warnin' me, I'm gonna bite you,” the infernis threatened, before taking the head in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
He immediately had to put both hands and most of his weight on Jack's hips to keep them down as they tried to buck up off the bed, a cry not terribly dissimilar to a cat's yowl leaving his throat. As amusing as that reaction was, Abe kept his mind focused on the task at hand as he slowly moved further down the younger man's length. Growing up in a whorehouse had given the infernis many talents... but this was one he didn't use very often so he needed to concentrate. Honestly he was shocked the katari wasn't more popular among women, but it was likely that he was just too much of a little fuckin' freak for most of the ones who weren't trying to get paid for their services.
He kept his throat relaxed until his lips met the younger man's pelvis... and then he swallowed. He immediately had to tighten his grip on Jack's hips to keep him from doing anything stupid, but the loud needful cry and the way the younger man shook under him sent a bolt of arousal through the infernis.
Shit, he might be enjoying this too much.
He lifted himself up again, actually having to work a bit to keep the outlaw's hips held down, and stopped with just the head in his mouth before swirling his tongue around it again. Since his hands were busy, he used his tail to reach out and pull open the drawer on his nightstand. He cupped his tongue around the underside of Jack's shaft as he sucked at it, keeping the other man's attention firmly locked in place so he didn't end up hearing shit later about using his tail to root through the drawer and pull out the bottle of oil he'd stashed in there.
“St-stop!”
Oh, already? Abe smirked slightly, but rather than pulling off, he sank further down and sucked harder. The warning was the important part, after all, he just needed to make sure he didn't choke.
“A-Abe! I c-can't...” Jack's voice trailed off into a whine as his feet scrabbled at the floor again.
The older man lifted his tail, and waved it lazily to indicate that it was alright, and he even lifted a hand from the katari's hips to wrap it around the base of his shaft, and stroke what wasn't in his mouth. The younger man actually fuckin' sobbed as his body locked up, and he spilled into Abe's mouth. The infernis swallowed dutifully, taking care not to let anything escape as he stroked his tongue encouragingly over the shaft. Interestingly enough, and a point to the outlaw's claim that he could keep going, his length didn't go fully soft after he shot his load... though Jack was certainly panting and twitching.
Abe pulled off and gave the head an affectionate little lick in parting before he moved up the younger man's body, nuzzling and nipping along the way, just to see what kind of noises he would get. Hot ones, it turned out. By the time he was far enough up Jack's body to see his face, the infernis was struggling not to think about how tight his pants were. He lifted his head so he could gauge his partner's current state, and couldn't help but smirk at the wide-eyed, blank stare on his face. He leaned in and butted his nose lightly against the katari's cheek before moving up to murmur into his ear, “It's fuckin' pitiful how easy you are,” he taunted, enjoying the shiver the moved through the younger man's body, “But ya did real good warnin' me,” he nuzzled the base of Jack's ear, earning a soft whimper, “Now d'ya think you can actually get it up again, or are you a fuckin' liar?” he slid his hand down the outlaw's side, across his hip, and then palmed his dick... and couldn't help but laugh as it throbbed, “Well I'll be damned,” he said in amusement.
“'m not... a fuckin' liar,” the younger man muttered, his length starting to harden again, even though sense clearly hadn't fully returned, “Gods... what th'fuck...”
Abe snorted in amusement, “You gonna tell me what you were gonna to say earlier?” he teased, and then laughed at the blank look he got, “You were sayin' why you act like a blushin' virgin for me,” he prompted, getting a scowl in response this time, “Still not gonna tell me?” he dragged his fingertips lightly over the other man's shaft, “I could just leave you like this, you know,” he threatened, “Don't think I couldn't sleep through you yowlin' like a cat in fuckin' heat, I've slept through worse.”
Jack shuddered and squirmed, once more trying to free his hands to no avail, “Get fucked,” he growled, the fight coming back to him, even though so much of blood was still being diverted from his brain.
“Not by you, I won't,” Abe replied smugly, and nuzzled the base of his ear again, “and if you want to get fucked, you should really consider tellin' me.”
“Make me!”
Ah, gods bless young idiots with more balls than brains. On very specific occasions, like this one, they were fuckin' delightful! “Oh li'l Jackie, you sure are a glutton for punishment,” he said with amusement, and nipped at the base of the katari's ear this time before pulling away again and resting once more between his legs, “I hope yer ready for a long fuckin' night,” he threatened as he put his hands on Jack's hips, and pulled his ass closer to the edge of the bed, stretching him out in a way that would be uncomfortable for someone with a less flexible spine, “Maybe I just won't let you cum again,” he mused as he took the bottle of oil he had been holding with his tail, and opened, it, “as much fun as it'd be to watch you shatter on my fingers, maybe I should just keep you on the edge,” he poured some oil into his palm before replacing the cap and dragging his fingers through it, “I wonder how long y'could take it before you passed out.”
The pitiful little whimper he heard told him that honestly he didn't even need to touch Jack to edge him, and a glance at his crotch confirmed it, “Y'know I keep callin' you pitiful, but you don't have to keep provin' me right,” he taunted as he set the bottle aside, and then lifted one of the outlaw's legs over his shoulder so it would be easier to reach under him, “Aren't you fuckin' embarrassed'a yerself?”
“Not... when it's you...” the younger man muttered as he writhed, letting his legs fall further open to give the other man as much access as possible.
Abe paused at that, and looked up the length of Jack's body, “Not when it's me?” he prompted skeptically, as he placed one oil-slicked finger against the katari's entrance, and gently stroked over it, “What's so fuckin' special about me then?” he asked, and then smirked when the other man shook his head, “Oh is this related to you gettin' all twitter-pated when I'm mean to you?” he teased, adding just a little bit of pressure as he circled the ring of muscles with his finger tip, though he made no attempt to press inside him, “You still seem pretty fuckin' embarrassed since you won't fuckin' finish what you were sayin'.”
His teasing earned him a high-pitched whine, and he watched the outlaw's thighs quiver as his erection fully returned. “Y'know, I'm almost tempted to try another tactic, since being mean seems to be what you want. Should I try tellin' you that you're doing a good job?” he asked, and pressed just a tiny bit harder against his hole, still taking care not to breech him, “Should I tell you that you look real fuckin' pretty stretched out across my bed, half cryin' just for the privilege of my finger?” he tilted his head to the side, resting it against the thigh on his shoulder, “What if I said those little noises of yours are the sweetest fuckin' music I've heard all day?”
“Fuck, Abe! St-stop talkin'!” Jack pleaded as he turned his head to hide his face in his arm, “Jus' shut yer fuckin' mouth, and put somethin' in me!”
The infernis huffed in amusement, “Well if yer gonna ask so fuckin' politely,” he taunted and slipped a finger inside him. He was immediately rewarded by a long moan as the muscles around the digit clenched. He wondered if he should feel bad about how easy this was, but decided that he wasn't capable of it. If Jack didn't get his dumb ass killed, he'd end up with more partners and more experience, and wouldn't be as easy to torment... Which just meant that Abe needed to torment him as much as possible now so he could give him shit about it later.
To that end, he turned his head and nipped the inside of the katari's thigh as he slid his finger deeper inside him, and then simply waited. In the interest of giving himself some ease, he reached down with his free hand to unbuckle his belt and open his fly to free his erection. He wasn't sure yet when he was going to use it, but the stiff fabric prison had gotten terribly uncomfortable. By the time he had finished his task, Jack was whining and squirming, trying to get any further stimulation he could.
“Y'oughta be careful there, Jackie,” the infernis rumbled as he rubbed his cheek against the other man's thigh, both to tease him, and to keep himself grounded, “You keep makin' those pretty sounds and movin' around like that, and I might cut you by accident,” he clicked his tongue, “Shameful way to die.”
“I don't care, jus' fuckin' kill me,” the younger man whined, somehow finding enough slack in his spine to press himself harder into Abe's hand, “S'long as you fuckin' move!”
The older man wondered if he should gag him the next time, if there was a next time, because the shit Jack was spewing was becoming slightly concerning. But then again, with so little blood in his brain, it was likely hard to consider the potential consequences of his shit talk. He figured it would be best to make him forget how to use words before he said anything regrettable, and to that end he withdrew his finger slowly, before quickly thrusting it fully back in. His reward was a delightful cry, and more of that delicious writhing. He turned his face fully into the younger man's thigh and bit it properly, earning another yowl as he began moving his finger in slow circle to stretch the younger man, pressing hard at the circle's zenith in order to draw out more sounds.
Once he felt there was enough slack for it, and he wasn't going to cause damage, Abe slipped another finger in, and began scissoring them gently as he lifted his head to watch the man under him. Jack was a mess. He was still hiding his face in his arm, but his mouth was hanging open as he panted, his whole body quivering and twitching as he tried to press himself further onto the infernis' fingers. His erection throbbed and bounced with the movement as precum leaked from the tip, and trailed down the shaft. It was a pretty enough sight that Abe had to turn away and press his face into the katari's thigh to keep control of himself. The last thing he needed was his nails to turn into talons right now. “Fuck, Jack,” he groaned, “You missed yer fuckin' callin, y'shoulda been someone's pet rather than a fuckin' outlaw. Y'make such a pretty li'l fuck toy... Come see me if y'ever want a career change.”
That did it. The younger man swore as his hips snapped up as much as they could, and he spilled again, his tail thrashing wildly under him as his muscles clenched around Abe's fingers hard enough that he struggled to keep them spread. Fuck, that was hot... He slipped a third into the younger man and pressed upward hard, earning a breathless shriek for his efforts. Rather than letting up and giving the other man time to come down, the infernis continued thrusting his fingers into the younger man's hole, forcing it wider as the muscles tried to clench. Maybe it was a little sadistic, but Jack had claimed that he couldn't be broken, and had provoked him, so really it was his own fault.
Unfortunately, Abe himself was also excited at this point, and he was feeling mean about it. He pressed hard up into the younger man's prostate as he moved up over him, holding Jack's leg in place with his free hand, so the katari was folded in half by the movement. He pressed his weight into the man under him, as he growled into his ear, “That's two, Jackie... y'sure y'wanna keep goin'?” he growled, half taunting and half genuine, “If I start fuckin' you proper, I'm not gonna stop,” he picked up the pace of his hand, thrusting his fingers faster and harder into the writhing outlaw, “I'm gonna keep goin' until I'm done, no matter how much y'beg me t'quit,” shit his voice had dropped again, and his words were slurring slightly around his growing teeth. In the interest of not cutting Jack's insides, he slowed his hand down a little.
“Gods! F-fuck, Abe, please!” Jack whimpered, “I don' care, fuck me!” he squirmed as best he could in his pinned position, his tail whipping audibly against the bed, “It's cause it's you! Fuck! Yer so fuckin' hot, I c-can't...” he groaned, “Wanted ya since we met!”
Oh that did beautiful things to the infernis' ego. He withdrew his finger, smirking at the sob of protested that elicited, and shifted his position to settle properly between Jack's legs, “I hope yer really sure about this,” he teased, and squeezed the younger man's thigh to warn him not to move it, before releasing it so he could use both hands to push his pants down further, and smear the oil still on his palm over his own erection. He wasn't as long as Jack, but he was thick, and he sure has hell hadn't prepared the katari enough... not that he suspected he would mind.
He guided the head of his shaft to Jack's entrance, and gently rubbed it against the twitching ring of muscles, “Last chance,” he growled as he brought his hand back up to hold the outlaw's leg in place, “I really won't stop, even if y'cry..”
Jack whimpered and tried to push himself against the older man's erection, “Don't fuckin' care!” he yanked desperately at the belt holding his arms in place, “Use me as a hole t'cum in, jus' fuck me!”
Ok, that was good enough for him! It wasn't his fault if Jack couldn't ride his horse tomorrow. Abe's hips surged forward, forcibly burying himself into the man under him in a single thrust, and grinning evilly at the scream he got for his effort. He grabbed Jack's other leg, and hooked it over his arm before gripping the edge of the bed to brace himself as he pulled his hips back and slammed into the younger man again.
Gods, the sounds were amazing! Jack's whining, and panting, and tiny little whimpers were killing him in the best way possible... Abe set a brutal pace, because he just honestly didn't fucking care about his partner at his point. He slammed into the younger man with no regard for his pleasure or comfort... and couldn't help a ragged chuckle as he felt the muscles around his cock clench and flutter as Jack came again. Good fuckin' gods, could he really not break the younger man? He felt his talons break the skin of Jack's thigh, and he just tightened his grip, sinking them deeper into the younger man's flesh as he kept moving.
He really had tried to give the katari as many outs as possible, but he had just kept begging. The damage he did just wasn't his fault anymore.
“Gods, yer such a fuckin' freak,” he growled as he kept moving, “Lookit ya! Lettin' a fuckin' devil have his way with you... and just fuckin' cryin' for it. Yer a sick li'l fuck, getting' off on me tearin' you up,” Jack just whined and nodded in agreement as he shuddered and squirmed, “Y'don't even care that I could rip ya in half, do you?” Jack shook his head. Fuck, that was hot! When was the last time Abe had been able to really let go and enjoy himself?
He didn't remember.
He moved his hand from the katai's thigh down to his hip, and gripped him tight enough to pierce the skin again, “Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, pulling the younger man hard into his thrust, “Y'won't tomorrow,” he chuckled evilly as he felt his own orgasm building rapidly, “Y'ain't gonna get no sympathy from me,” he warned roughly, “'m kickin' yer ass out soon as I'm done...”
Fuckin' Hallows Above and Circles Below, he felt Jack cum again! Shit! He had wanted to keep going, but the muscles only clenching tighter around him caused him to lose himself, and his orgasm hit him like a lightning strike. His hips stuttered, and he began losing his rhythm so he just buried himself as deep as he could, his hips jerking as he spilled, while Jack's miserable fuckin' hole gripped and fluttered around him, milking him of everything he had. He buried his face in the younger man's collarbone and bit down until he tasted blood as he waited for the pleasure to stop racking him.
When it finally subsided, Abe rested his head against Jack's shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. Fuck, that had been good... He lifted his head to check on the other man, and couldn't help but smirk at his unconscious face. Well, he had said his usual limit was two or three, and the infernis had gotten four out of him, so it wasn't a surprise that he had passed out. Over-stimulation would do that to a fella. Still, when he pulled out, the katari made a frankly adorable little mewling sound that Abe was going to struggle not to smirk about every time he saw the younger man hereafter.
He reached over the edge of the bed, and freed the belt from the bed frame before unbuckling it so that Jack's hands would be free, and he would be easier to move in a minute. With that out of the way, he slipped off the bed, and got to his feet, taking a moment to stretch, before carefully stepping out of his pants, and heading over to the washstand. He poured water from the pitcher into the basin, and grabbed a rag so he could clean himself up. When he had finished, he lifted the basin out of the stand, and once more settled himself between Jacks' legs. He cleaned the younger man up carefully, doing his best to keep the strokes of the rag firm and measured rather than light and titillating, but the other man still twitched and squirmed occasionally.
Delicious.
Once the task at hand was done, he grabbed a softer, looser pair of pants to put on, and then unlocked the door so he could head out, and clean the basin. He moved quickly and quietly through the shadows to avoid any potential lingering customers, and hurried back to his wagon with the clean basin, a new clean rag, and an extra pitcher of water in case what was left wasn't enough... After all, he wasn't in the habit of counting out a round two in the morning.
He slipped back into the wagon and re-locked the door, before putting his burdens down, and turning his attention to the man in his bed. While he was gone, Jack had rolled onto his side and curled up into a little ball... without trying to right himself in the bed at all. Abe sighed, and finally removed his shirt, hanging it over the back of his chair at the desk before approaching the bed. He leaned over and slid his arms under the younger man so he could turn him the right way up in the bed, but didn't bother to reposition him further. The katari could sleep in whatever fuck ass weird position he wanted to, so long as Abe had enough room in his own fuckin' bed.
The infernis put out the lantern before he twitched back the covers, and slipped between the sheets, setting the pillows properly behind his head to keep his horns from catching on anything. The covers were stuck under Jack a bit, but it wasn't enough an inconvenience for Abe to bother with, and he simply closed his eyes and relaxed into the bed, basking in the afterglow now that he had the chance to. He drifted on the satisfied feeling for a while, and was mostly asleep when he felt movement in the bed. His eyes popped open just as a weight settled over him, and he squinted in the darkness to see that Jack had resettled on top of him, before curling up once more. He toyed with the idea of pushing the younger man away... but then he realized the katari was purring, and he somehow couldn't bring himself to do it. He reasoned that it was fine since it was only for tonight, and he let his eyes slide closed again as the soft rumble soothed him back into sleep.