What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Smuttober's End: Senseless- Dorbah

Summary: Trick or treating may lose its luster as you age, but getting the life fucked from you has a timeless charm

Third Person POV
" So, you two summoned us?" A dark brow quirking to the blonde before him, lips still curved with a smirk.

" Pretty boy's mine," Jack's head tipping shortly to the smaller of the duo," blondie called you two." The youngest demon's gaze never truly leaving the boy. Chocolate brown inky.

" Where's your room?" There was low rumble of dominance in his throat. Establishing the hierarchy before the mortal could question him. Said mortal leading him away without another word. Darkened blue following, glistening with concern.

" It isn't him you should be worried about, kitten," Daniel's throat trembling with a purr. Drawing closer," or did you forget you summoned both of us?"

Jonah chuckled, watching an especially thick lump slide down esophagus," its too late to be scared now. You lost all control the second you called for us," the largest moving toward him. Daniel circling their prey.

" I-I know, I just...", pale cheeks flushing. Stepping back only to be blocked by Daniel," I just didn't think two of you would come." Razor blades ghosting over his neck, arms snaking around his waist.

" Oh?" Jonah towering over the human male. Mirth lingering in steel-blue," then why did you summon two?"

" I-I thought it didn't work the first time," the gradual drop of his voice, his pathetic whimper as Daniel pulling soft flesh between his teeth. He couldn't help submitting to the powerful creatures.

Jonah head dropped, nibbling at supple skin. Hands roaming the human's beautiful body. He didn't have any wrinkles, not a single fucking one.

They had the poor boy breathless in seconds. Mounds shifting beneath his clothing. Jonah's claws tracing his curves. Daniel's hands playing with his dick. Burning mouths scattering searing hickeys.

" Ahh~ At... at least t-tell me yo-your na-names," moans heavy with pleasure, melting back into Daniel.

" Why? You won't be using them anyway," the middle-child chuckled low, adoring how easy it was to fluster the boy.

The faux blonde's cheeks flaring. Warmth pulsing from his crimson face," I'm Jonah, but I only want you calling me Daddy, princess." Tongue teasing his Adam's apple. Fingertips tracing the lower helm of his shirt. Wanting it gone.

" Daniel. You're gonna call me Master, kitten," palms cupping his swelling penis. The little one whining with each slow pump. A cock grinding into his ass.

" C-Cor-byn. My name's C-Corbyn," his head falling back against Daniel's shoulder. Thick haze forming over frozen blue. Waves of scorching ecstasy boiling his blood and burning his skin.

Jonah split his shirt down the middle, the sick tear blending with his upset whine. The demon ignoring him, leaning down to drag his tongue across his perked nipple.

Skilled digits undoing his pants. Daniel easily holding the boy up, kicking away his jeans, before placing him down.

Corbyn bit down on the inside of his cheek, hands desperate to shield his exposed body.

His chest shaking with the oldest's low growl. Tiny daggers nipping at his areola," don't you dare," the boy shifting with a whimper, grabbing Daniel's wrists instead.

The briefs didn't last much longer. Daniel shattering the silver fabric, gaining full access to his length. Bouncing the appendage in his palm. The rough material of ripped jeans rubbing against bare ass-cheeks, Daniel rocking into him. Corbyn whining at the mere curve of his half chub.