Finn for the Win

"I forget sometimes that you can be such a princess." Gareth retorted, snorting, and watched as Finn got dressed. While he was a fan of what he'd picked for his slave for the first day, the aswang had quite a few ideas of what else the older man could wear. "Go and have fun out there. I'll see you when you get home." He patted him condescendingly on the cheek and then headed out the door, walking out of the club and back toward his suite.

He followed Finn easily, the other so familiar to him at this point, it was as easy as breathing to be buried into the older demon. "I'll make it up to him later. For now..." Once they were in the private room, he looked at the chastity cage and sighed. "This is terrible. But this means hands will be free. More touching for me." He crouched a little, hands finding Finn's thighs and lifting him. "I have missed bending you over desk. I will have to ask Gaudy to buy one."

"It is terrible," Finn huffed, pursing his lips together in a pout as he glanced down at his caged cock. Before he could shove Vitaly onto the couch and give him a whole show, the hellhound went straight for it. He wrapped his arms and legs around the perpetually warm body. "'Ere I was goin' to dance for you first. Bend me over the couch, it's close enough to a desk."

"I don't often frequent club. I find people come to me and strip very easily. Much less glitter. No tassles." He teased before the other moved in and Vitaly gripped the others ass, slapping a cheek lightly as he nipped at Finn's jaw. "Does this end with you bouncing on me? If yes, then yes. I have pent up need for your brand of bending over for me."

"It can," Finn said. Because even his dick locked in a chastity cage wouldn't stop him from mounting Vitaly. He pulled back some, just enough for their lips to meet in a teasing ghost of a kiss. He smoothed a hand down the hellhound's firm bicep and arm to grasp him by the hand. "Put it on Gaudy's tab," he murmured. He stood up completely and tugged the younger to his feet, leading him towards one of the unused private rooms.

As always, Finn was damn good with his mouth and had the aswang's body responding to him in no time, the master's cock hardening into his slave's mouth. Gareth hummed softly at the feeling of the older man's throat tightening around him when he swallowed and the aswang moved a hand to curl loosely in the familiar's hair. He didn't plan on letting him carry on for much longer, much more interested in fucking Finn again than he was in cumming down his slave's throat. The master considered him for a second and then smirked, quickly pulling Finn off his cock and then lifting the familiar with ease so that he could slam him back against the shower wall, his slave's legs wrapped around him. Gareth leaned in to kiss him hard, his fingers curling once again in the familiar's hair and then he thrust up, not giving Finn any time to adjust to the sudden stretch before he started to fuck him properly. One of his hands moved down, his fingers wrapping around the familiar's cock, his thumb teasing for a few brief seconds against the head before he started to jerk him off in time with his thrusts.

Finn's gasps and cries of pleasure echoed in the tiled shower along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. The brutal rhythm and sudden penetration this time around didn't bother him after being fucked thoroughly earlier. He clenched his thighs tight around Gareth and rocked his hips erratically forward and down in time with the aswang's hand and thrusts. "Fuck... fuck... fuck," he panted, tilting his head back against the shower wall. His nails shifted into claws that bit into the younger man's shoulders and back and drew lines of blood that washed away with the shower water. He certainly didn't last long with all that effort, Finn practically screaming the other's name this time as ribbons of hot white splattered against them both.

Gareth stayed buried in Finn for a little while longer, laughing softly at the huff from his slave. Then he playfully slapped his ass and pulled away from him, getting to his feet. "Satisfied for now. I should probably let you get back to work, I'm sure you'll have other men all lined up and panting for you soon." He offered a hand down to Finn to help him up. "Not too sore, are you?"

"No, I'm alright," Finn answered, taking the hand and pulling himself to his feet. He made a face as he dusted himself off. "I feel fuckin' filthy now. Really? The floor?" He stared at Gareth in annoyance for a few seconds before moving to grab his bikini thong and top and redress. It didn't take him long. "Fuckin' disgustin'."

The aswang burst out laughing as Finn lunged over the desk, pain radiating through his body briefly as he was slammed into the floor. Happily for Gareth, he didn't have an actual need to breathe so his slave's hands around his throat did absolutely nothing except make him laugh harder. "Aw, I think we both know that you're not stupid enough to even try that, honey pot." He purred, reaching up to brush his fingers against the back of Finn's collar in a specific little pattern, sealing away the familiar's powers once again. His body was clearly responding to the violence and there was a hungry gleam in the master's eyes. "But if you're in the mood to be a little rough after that love session, I'm all for it."

Negating Finn's powers didn't stop the familiar from seething and futilely attempting to strangle Gareth. Or pop his head off. Either one. It was definitely the smart move to lower his chances of his success though. "It was not a love session," he spat. He could feel Gareth's growing arousal from how he straddled his master and scoffed in annoyance. Really should've expected that from the idiot aswang. His grip loosened on the younger's neck. "Delete it. Delete everythin'. Now."

Oh, now that was a fun expression on his slave's face. Gareth was almost hoping that Finn would try and attack him because that would make the night even better to put the familiar in his place, but he didn't think Finn was quite that stupid. He shrugged after a second, leaning forward to type a few things before his attention returned to the older man. "I don't know why you're surprised, you know I have cameras all over the suite. I was just compiling my favorite moments for us to enjoy again while you were resting. Want to see it?"

There was only so long he could draw things out before he became impatient, especially when Finn was making those noises. The aswang huffed and gave a final squeeze to his slave's throat before he pulled back, both hands falling to rest on the older man's hips. Gareth adjusted his angle a little and then started to thrust hard, slamming into Finn and burying himself deep with every forward push. He was tempted to knock his slave's hand away from his cock but was much more interested in chasing after his own release, the aswang's head falling back with a moan. It didn't take long at all for him to cum, three rough thrusts before he stopped, his grip tightening to the point of bruising on Finn's hips to keep him right where he was.

Finn let out another little cry when he felt Gareth cum inside him. He kept rocking back against his master until he felt him stop. He stayed right where he was kneeled over on the floor, hands balled into fists with nails digging hard into his palm. He kept his eyes closed. His chest heaved with labored breaths as he came down from the high. It was a couple of minutes before his muscles relaxed and he could speak again. "Satisfied, daddy?" he huffed.

Gareth rolled his eyes in response, guiding Finn back toward the shower wall opposite the showerhead. "Just get down on your knees, princess, and I'll make sure that I'm cleaned up enough for you." The aswang flicked him on the nose and grabbed the bodywash, maybe going a little excessive with it just to stop Finn whining at him. Once he'd washed it all off, the master stepped closer to his slave and smirked. "Good enough for you, honey pot?"

Gareth leaned back in his chair and looked at Finn with a smug smile, taking in that scowl. So apparently his slave was back to his normal self, which was both somehow a relief and a disappointment. "What? You're not going to come over here and sit on my lap? Tell me how much you love me and that you want to be mine forever?" He asked, his smile widening. "I'm so damn happy I have that all on camera."

Finn narrowed his eyes at Gareth and crossed his arms over his chest. He wished that the love spell came with a memory wipe after so he didn't have to remember that so clearly. Though it was really the second part that had Finn stiffening in place. His eyes slitted further and his upper lip curled over his teeth in a snarl. "You what?"