[RadioDust] A Firm Hand

Chapter 6: Indulgence and Discipline

Baron didn't waste any time about getting its dick out and pressing it smoothly inside the spider, humming its appreciation as it filled him.

You're so wet, dove. That little game of ours really got to you, hm?

As Angel opened his mouth to answer, Alastor leaned down and kissed him roughly, forcing his tongue inside the spider's mouth and keeping him totally occupied until he forgot what he was going to say. Meanwhile, Baron started moving inside him, smooth and steady at first, then faster and harder until he was clinging to the chair tight and leaning against it heavily. When Alastor finally let him have his mouth back, he gasped in a breath and let his moans and whimpers spill out without any thought of restraint.

"Fuck—yes! God, that's so...so fucking good," he panted, fingers curling into claws on the back of the chair. He couldn't see much of anything but his Padrone's intense eyes and the grin on his lips, and his brain was pretty quickly starting to connect that sight with the familiar feeling of heat and surrender. "Give it to me deep 'n' hard—just like that!"

"That's it, cher, don't hold back," the Radio Demon growled, eyes searching Angel's needy expression like he wanted to commit it to memory. "Tell me what you like. Tell me what you need. Anything you ask for, I can provide."

It was sure starting to seem that way. Alastor's hand slid through his hair to grasp it and tilt his head back, then he was biting and sucking at Angel's throat to leave more marks, and the shock of pain along with so much pleasure was definitely overwhelming him, just like he'd asked. The static had gotten just enough louder that Angel was constantly aware of it now, but it seemed to fit with the sight of Alastor and felt totally natural. Even without it being a full-on scene, he could still feel himself drifting into a kind of subspace from being overloaded and completely deprived of control.

"Yeah...haa—harder," he gasped out, barely even aware of what he was saying but knowing he was eager for more. Baron chuckled at his eagerness.

Now, dove, let's not—

Its voice cut off as Angel shrieked from Alastor biting down hard on his neck. This time, he was conscious enough to feel the pain that came with it, along with the heat of blood streaming down his collarbone, and he found himself grinning mindlessly from the rush of all that at once.

"Aa—Alastor! M-more...gimme more, Padrone mio!"

"You sound so sweet when you beg for me, mon cher." After lapping up the blood that spilled across Angel's skin, the Radio Demon kissed him again, and even the change in his taste was just more exciting. When he pulled away, he licked his lips and added, "Keep it up."

The spider nodded, struggling to focus his eyes. "Please...please keep fuckin' me like I need. Mm, give it to me, make me cum!" Baron purred softly and started to slide its hand down his hip—but Alastor held up a hand to stop it.

"Not just yet, mon ange. I want to see you suffer for it a little more. You don't mind suffering for me, do you?" the Radio Demon cooed, like he was whispering the kindest sweet nothings and not asking Angel to endure torture for his amusement. His hand found the spider's cheek real gently, and Angel shakily leaned into the touch, ready to agree to anything he said.

"N-no, sir." After that, he didn't bother asking for it again, knowing his Padrone would decide when he deserved to cum, and he should just enjoy the attention until then. "Whatever...y-you want."

"Very good." Alastor's hands slid through his hair to tilt his head back, and the Radio Demon leaned in so close Angel could feel every breath against his throat. And he started to speak softly, slowly in French, his voice almost hypnotic and practically dripping passion. Every sentence of two, he'd pause for another soft lick or kiss that made the spider jolt every time. There must not have been a lot of overlap between whatever he was saying in French versus Italian, since Angel could only catch a couple words here and there—like 'mine' and 'angel' and maybe 'sweet.' But even more than the words themselves, it was his tone that really kept Angel fully hooked and desperate to hear more. God, he wanted more—might even say he needed it.