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@felixharper
Elijah collapsed onto the floor, pressing his face into his hands. “That’s what you say…what you say every. time." He didn’t even look up.
Felix felt like he was going to be sick. Fuck. He was turning to Craig, wasn't he? His hands were shaking as he took a hesitant step back. "I-I...d-do....I-I'm..." Not one word would come out right as he backed into the wall and slid down it. Oh god.
Even though the goal of the incubus was a fairly straightforward one, that didn’t mean they were completely missing the other emotions that mortals had. Malachi clearly felt bad for the kid. He didn’t know the whole story, but, ‘Craig’ sounded like a real jerk. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on him. Incubi were known to get extremely protective, once they chose to attach themselves to something. “Come on, Demetrian’s making dinner. It should be nice and hot by the time we get there.” He began to lead the other out of the place, one arm around his waist.
Felix gave a tiny smile that was pretty obviously a forced one and nodded slightly. Warm food sounded beyond good right now. He leaned into the body next to him as they walked, a hand wiping at the tears left drying on his cheeks. "Okay." He said softly. Gosh, Craig hadn't even had the chance to say anything. Felix had just collided with him, saw who it was and saw the painfully familiar look in his eyes, and fled. But the memories of the past had come flooding in, then, and now he was pretty shaken up.
Carson’s hands traveled along Felix’s spine, trying to calm him. He knew it could be crazy sometimes there with him. Though he hadn’t been as rough as usual, he hadn’t exactly gone easy on the boy, either. His lips pressed down on Felix’s hair.
Cuddling even closer to Carson, if that was possible, he found himself drifting off into sleep. Every so often he would jerk awake again, not wanting to fall asleep. But eventually his eyelids grew too heavy and he let them shut for a longer while. His breathing evened out as he nuzzled Carson's neck.
"You could try not doing it in the first place," he squeaked, tears coming to his eyes.
"I-," His voice faltered and he hunched in on himself. "I'm sorry."
Carson fell back on the couch, tugging Felix’s naked body against his own. “You’re welcome, baby boy. You know I want to care of you.” His hands wrapped around Felix’s waist, one of them slipping his fingers between Felix’s and squeezing his hand tightly.
A soft, content sigh spilled happily from his lips as Felix nudged his head underneath Carson's chin. Squeezing Carson's hand back, the curly haired boy pressed a soft kiss to the blonde's neck in reply. It was nice, now, quiet and calm and warm. Safe. It felt like home, really, curled up against Carson on the couch.
"Stop yelling at me."
[You would pick that one.]
"I can’t handle it when you treat me like that, Felix!"
"I- I a-apologized! Wh-What else do you want me to do?!"
"I guess we can. Let me go get the key." He slid out from below Felix, his cock still dripping onto his legs, and went down the hall. Returning, he pressed the key into the cuffs and pulled them off. He rubbed his hands around Felix’s wrist, pressing his lips against the marks.
Felix curled up on the couch as he waited, really only half awake as he listened to the sound of the end of Frozen still playing on the television behind him. The gentle hands and kisses to his wrists had his still flushed cheeks turning an even darker shade as he watched Carson. "Thank you."
He could tell Felix wasn’t gonna give up the info, for whatever reason. Even though he wanted to tear the man in question a new one, he couldn’t just yet. He had to get Felix taken care of, so, he helped the man to his feet. “Well, you’re staying with me and my boys tonight. No questions asked. In case that dick tries something while I’m not here.”
He just wanted Craig out of his life. Felix wanted to be able to forget that he existed, or at least try to. Having Malachi go after the man would pull him back into the life he was trying to rebuild. The young man allowed himself to be helped up, even if he was still feeling shaky and like the ground was crumbling out from under him. "I-I...ok-okay. Thank y-you." There was no point in arguing this, too. Anyways, it would make him feel safer, maybe let him sleep a little easier.
Carson’s hands immediately wrapped around Felix, pulling him closer to himself as his softening dick fell out of the boy’s throbbing hole. “That’s a good boy,” he sighed into Felix’s ear. “Was that okay?”
A smile formed on his face at the praise, and Felix burrowed his face against Carson's shoulder with a nod. "Perfect." He breathed out quietly. He'd completely forgotten about even being upset earlier and felt safe and warm and cared for. "Can- Can we take off the cuffs, please?" As much as he liked having them on, the metal was starting to dig against his skin just a bit too harshly by now.
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"Fuck, Felix," he shouted out as his cock pulsed inside of him, his balls tightening. Shooting ropes of cum inside of Felix, Carson jerked the boy’s cock quickly and brought his lips to the boy on his lap.
"Gonna- Gonna-," The word came out broken through pants as he jerked his hips into Carson's hand, glad that said hand finally sped up. Soon he was coming over the blonde's hand and near collapsing into the kiss. Felix's chest was heaving and his legs shaking, wrists aching in the best way possible from the cuffs.
"No, it’s not fine. You’re scared out of your mind and you don’t deserve that in the least bit, not while I’m around. Now, tell me where he is. I’m gonna find him, either way. You might as well spill it.”
"P-Please. I-I...he's n-n-not g-gonna...I pr-promise, h-he doesn't e-e-even kn-know wh-where I a-am, he's n-not gonna...I j-just r-ra-ran i-into him. Pl-Please just l-let it g-go."
"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."
“P-Please, I-…I’ll b-be f-fi-fine. J-Just…go, pl-please.”
"No offense, but, I ain’t going anywhere. Whoever’s bothering you will have to answer to me. I’ll teach ‘em not to mess with you."
"I-I'm fine. Pr-Pr-Promise! I-It's j-just....I'm...b-being st-stupid. 'Ss f-fine."
"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."
“P-Please, I-…I’ll b-be f-fi-fine. J-Just…go, pl-please.”
|REACTION MEME| Bruised and Broken Version
"Woah, when did you get that?"
"Who did this to you?"
"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"
"You’re saying this was an accident?"
"What a shiner!"
"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."
"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"
"Does it hurt when I touch it?"
"Let me kiss it better."
"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."
"Another fight?"
"What happened to your face?"
"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"
"Let’s get you to bed."
"Let’s get you to the hospital."
"Why are you so calm about this?"
"You’re bleeding!"
"What are friends for, ey?"
"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"
"You need to look where you’re going."
"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."
"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"
"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"
"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."
"You’re the clumsiest person I know."
"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."
"How could you be so careless?"
"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"
"H-how many of them were there?"
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Spilled drink
"Nice to meet you too Felix. One pineapple juice and a Martini dirtier than the New York city sewers with two olives" he ordered at the bar and paid by card as he listened to Felix talk. "You will meet a lot of weeds before you find the roses by grandma used to say , still here you are slowly coming back. Braver than most bud" he nodded and started walking up the stairs. "Your friends look like they are about to chop my head of for talking to you" he mused with a amused grin looking at Felix’s friends that watched them.
Michael sat down on the corner lounge room on the soft velvet sofa. “What yu need to do is take things slow, if you find someone that interests you ask references , a good Dom will tell you his experience and will be willing to give you contact details of at least half the subs he catered before , if someone refuses to just walk away not worth the risk. It might sound as if im fathering you bud but im only looking out for you, another burn might mean you never come here again” he explained. “So how long do I have before your friends show up with a machete?” Michael teased and sipped on his drink.
Felix remained quiet as Michael spoke before giving a one-shouldered shrug. It seemed like he'd run into a massive amount of weeds, then, more than he thought he ought to. The last one was just what'd really pushed him from the scene. Blinking, Felix again looked to his friends and gave a soft smile. "They're just, uh...worried. I guess." He gave a tiny wave with the hand not holding his glass of juice, shooting them a tiny shake of the head as they walked to the lounge.
He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he ought to sit on the sofa or kneel. After a minute he decided to sort of split the two and sit cross-legged on the floor in front of the sofa. Listening keenly, not only wanting but needing the advice, he nodded and thought on it. "Thank you." He'd always been a little too trusting, really. A little too quick to go with whoever gave him even the smallest bit of positive attention, the attention he'd always sought but never really had been able to get. A small laugh bubbled up past his lips. "They- They won't. I'll, uh...I'll text them." With that he set his drink down next to him and tugged out his cell, shooting a quick text to his friends to tell them he was alright. Putting the phone back he took another sip of his drink.
