Hellhound AU

[just_aces]

Sometime round about 1900, a witch summoned a hellhound as a familiar.

He didn't mind it, hellhounds are loyal after all, and if some of her spells left him tired and drained, well, that was what he was there for, to keep her from using too much of her own energy for things. That and to eat the souls of her victims, sometimes.

But then, in the early 1970s, she ran afoul of a much stronger coven.

She was quite quickly banished to hell, but the hellhound couldn't be allowed to go with her, because, well, hellhounds are loyal and she was powerful and would have been able to use him to escape.

So the hellhound was made human, figuring that sixty, seventy, even eighty years if he was lucky would be enough time for the witch to have been consumed, so that even when the human-that-had-been-a-hellhound died, and Death herself realized that he was definitely not where, or what, he was supposed to be, she'd send him back.

But then one Charles Rowland kind of fucked up that whole plan by dying young and immediately running away from Death herself.

So the ghost-who-was-the-boy-who-was-the-hellhound has no idea what he was, or still is, under it all.

But, after a trip through hell to save his best friend (Hellhounds are loyal, after all) and time spent in a familiar position -though not a familiar kitchen- after that has been enough to knock a few things loose...

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[uptightboy]

Edwin tilted his head into Charles' touch, nuzzling at his hand. Yes, it would be beautiful because of them. But God Charles was a dream to look at and watching him in pleasure, and he is also pleasuring himself would be... Right, Edwin started to get the poets, the painters, the lovers. He started to get it. He started to get why Charles was missing kissing.

Edwin opened his eyes but his eyelids felt heavy as he was looking up at Charles. Not like his hands that were sliding up to the boy's hips, holding onto them gently. He fit right into his palm, as if he was made for him. As if he was made to be grabbed and guided and held as he was riding him...

"Charles," Edwin said his name, half a warning half a demand. At this point he would let Charles do anything to him really. Sitting on him as if he belonged there, saying all this sweet filth... Edwin was so gone for him he could barely function anymore. When he could not bear it anymore he pushed himself up and reached for Charles, pulling him in for a kiss with one hand. "Charles, I would let you do it until you come, over and over. For the sole reason that I can watch you come undone on me."

[just_aces]

Charles debated for the barest moment, swaying back from that kiss, making Edwin actually work for it, but decided against it almost immediately as he was reeled in, hands splaying against Edwin's chest again, deepening the kiss on instinct, the way he so often did, pulling away only reluctantly, blinking slowly as Edwin continued speaking.

It was enough to get a low, half-keening noise from him, hungry and insistent. Sure, he'd just been spinning some pretty dirty images himself, but he hadn't really expected Edwin to do it back and it was enough to have him half hard again already, practically grinding against Edwin once more, sounding half-wrecked as he answered, "Yeah? You like knowing you're the reason I can't hold on anymore? That it's you pushing me over the edge?" Another shiver coiled down his spine, leaving him rocking against Edwin once more, "Fuck, I'd be so full of you by the end."

[uptightboy]

Edwin parted his lips but no words escaped them as he listened to Charles. He nodded and nodded along as if he was just mimicking that movement but in reality, he was starting to get excited again. At this point, he was even considering magic to help seeing just how long Charles could actually last on him, or how many times he could come. If he let Charles ride him, it would be him in control, as long as Edwin let him, and oh, he would let him...

"Yes," Edwin said, though not even sure to what. To confirm that he loved to be the reason for Charles' pleasure? That he loved to know that there would be proof of him inside the other? As if he wasn't claimed by Edwin already, so many times, in so many ways... And yet, there was still more.

Edwin's hand slid lower from Charles' nape, down his back, to land on his butt. He pulled him closer to his torso, helping him rock against him for now. Oh, this was dangerous. They just finished a round and they were already about to go into another one... Edwin wondered just how addicted they were, or how much gone he was for Charles. He always thought he grasped the depth of it but apparently not yet. So he just pulled Charles in for another set of kisses, his hand moving further to feel his rim with his fingertips.

[just_aces]

Charles knew this was probably a bad precedent to set, that usually their couplings were sort of one-and-done, because they had other things to focus on. But he also knew they didn't have anything else to worry about just at the moment, and more than that, they'd have time to recover after -if they needed it- before returning to business as usual.

Which was why he just returned that string of kisses, barely breaking between them before pressing another to Edwin's lips or jaw or throat, which was where his face was buried as Edwin's fingers brushed his rim again, still sensitive from their first round, the touch was enough to elicit a shuddery little moan, but he rocked back into the feeling all the same.

He latched onto Edwin's throat then, apparently intent on sucking a mark there if he could manage it, even while he scrabbled along the couch with one hand to find the jar. Edwin wasn't going to need much, not with Charles still open and pliant from before, but he was pretty sure this position and angle would allow Edwin deeper, and he wanted to make sure that was going to be comfortable for both of them.

[uptightboy]

Oh indeed, this was a bad precedent. This wasn't good. They couldn't just spend all day on the floor, being inside each other, that was insane. But Edwin was too busy moaning all too loudly when he felt Charles latch onto his throat.

"Charles," Edwin called his name like a prayer, his hips bucking up subconsciously. He angled his head, tilting it so Charles had more space to work with. They knew marks didn't stay too long on spectral skin, not even the ones they made. But the collar stayed. The leash stayed. And that should have been enough. His finger slipped past Charles' entrance just enough to feel him, to know that he was there before and he was going back again. That it was wet and warm for him, by him. Edwin choked on a moan again at that thought.

[just_aces]

Oh he liked that tone, he liked that tone a lot, it was enough to stir him closer to the Hound's instincts, which was what had him latching down on Edwin's collarbone just that much more firmly, tongue pressing against the trapped skin, muffling another moan there.

It was a position he held until he actually caught hold of the jar he'd been looking for, and that was when he grinned, finally letting go of that tooth hold and using the hand on Edwin's chest to lever himself upright again, though that hand slid up to thumb at the already-fading mark he'd left. His voice was rough when he spoke, the Hound's happy rumble rising up under the words, "Say it again."

[uptightboy]

"Charles," Edwin called. There wasn't any hesitation in it. Maybe a little impatience. He heard the rumble in Charles' voice, and he loved it. To think that he had a Hellhound on a leash, one that was devoted to him, and Edwin was to him. They were both a kind of monster, and they belonged. And all the world knew it too. 

Edwin leaned back on his elbows, watching Charles and arching into his touches. His body trembling under him with pleasure and desire, plagued by anticipation.

"Do you-" Edwin started to speak but his voice was too guttural, too deep for their own good. He was so turned on he could barely talk, other than uttering Charles' name. "Do you need a hand?" he asked, motioning toward the jar.

[just_aces]

He liked that timbre, the insistence in Edwin's tone, and he shook his head at the question, uncapping the jar easily enough, "No, it's alright, I've got this." Of course, he did have to set the jar on Edwin's chest to get the lid back on with one hand once he'd swiped a small amount of the lubricant off the surface, just setting the jar aside again once he'd gotten it closed once more.

He shifted his weight again, just enough to free Edwin's cock between them, stroking over it gently with his slicked fingers, kneading at the base for a moment before drawing his hand all the way to the tip, thumb circling the crown, "Can't very well ride you until you're spent again if you're not recovered from being spent the first time, can I?"

[uptightboy]

Edwin licked his lips, nodding as he watched Charles coat his fingers. Those long, nimble fingers he could stare at all day long, for sure. He was so focused on Charles' hands that his body bucked up when he was grabbed. He was already half-hard, and it didn't help that the previously adored hand took him like that. The sound from Edwin's throat was not dignified, especially as Charles went on stroking him. 

Charles was saying words but all Edwin could focus on was regulating his breathing that he didn't need! His lips were parted as if trying to take in more air as moans bubbled up from his throat every time Charles moved his hand. He laid his head back down on the ground, his hands resting and trembling on Charles' thighs as he was coated, hoping that the lack of visual of that obscene scene could calm him just a bit.

"Charles, I..." Edwin closed his eyes, squeezing Charles' things. "I love it when you touch me."

[just_aces]

The noise Charles made in response to that -Edwin's near-flailing, the tremor in those hands on his thighs, the statement itself- was something like a purr, deeper, rougher-edged, more of a pleased growl than anything else, knees shifting closer to pin Edwin's hips a little more securely as he gave a little twist of his wrist, a gentle wringing movement on the next upward stroke, quite enjoying the feeling of Edwin's cock growing harder in his hand, only able to imagine what the reverse was going to feel like inside him. It was enough to send another shiver down his spine, some kind of eager anticipation.

"Well then it's a good thing I love touching you, innit?" He replied, voice a warm rumble, sorely tempted to lean forward to claim another kiss, but staying where he was for the time being, there would be time for that later, once he had Edwin inside him again.

[uptightboy]

Edwin gave an eager nod, arching up into Charles' hand as much as he could as the pleasure was getting sweeter and more intense. His eyes were closed tight; it was only his hands and cock that enjoyed Charles at the moment. He was afraid more would prove to be too much.

"Charles-" Edwin warned. "Charles, please," he said, finally opening his eyes to look at the other from under heavy eyelids. He was ready, he was more than ready. In fact, if Charles didn't plan to move, Edwin considered moving him. But he promised he would be good. And he wanted to feel Charles on him, he wanted to see it too.

[just_aces]

His eyes hadn't yet gone to the full hellfire glow that they sometimes took on as the Hound, but there was definitely a spark in the pits of them, not a reflection but an actual light, dipping forward to press another quick kiss to the corner of Edwin's mouth, giving him another slow stroke, that same wringing movement to his wrist, because really he couldn't hold off much longer without turning into teasing himself as well.

He shuffled forward, raising himself just enough to rock his hips up and to a better angle, hand dipping behind him to hold Edwin's cock in place, jaw quavering just briefly as he sunk down a couple of inches, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

Once he was sure that Edwin wasn't going to slip free he splayed both hands against his chest once more, counterbalance as he rocked back again, another scant inch, taking his time because he was pretty sure that even despite their recent coupling, Edwin was still enough to stretch him, especially at this angle, but it was something he wanted more of.

[uptightboy]

Edwin tilted his head to turn the short peck into a kiss but Charles already moved away. And Edwin's mouth was busy with another moan caused by Charles' hand. He arched his back, looking up at the boy again but he already moved.

Edwin's lips parted in awe as he watched Charles work himself in. Time slowed down, it felt like it. Edwin could feel every touch and every inch as he was slowly taken in, deeper and deeper. The crest on Charles' collar moved with each movement, glinting in the low light, and Edwin had the urge to growl even if he wasn't the hound between them. He pulled up his knees just enough to brace himself, to be able to push up if needed, but he wanted to give this to Charles, he wanted him to go at his own pace.

"Charles," Edwin whined, utterly pathetic as he was feeling more and more of the other. Deeper than during their previous session, and Edwin felt the urge to tighten his hold on Charles' hips to help him. But he resisted it just yet.

[just_aces]

Charles didn't need to breathe, and he knew he didn't, but he was still giving shuddery little gasps all the same, he couldn't help it, the sensation was just as overwhelming as it had been before, and he just wanted more of it, only able to spare a brief thought to be concerned about how insatiable he felt at the moment.

Instead of letting himself dwell on that, however, he was instead thankful for the way Edwin had drawn his knees up, as it meant he could lean back a little himself without losing his balance, and that was enough to have him sliding down the rest of the way, fingers curling briefly where they sat against Edwin's chest, practically choking on the moan that spooled out of his throat. The noise was somehow both hungry and satisfied at once, because that was definitely more of a stretch than it had been before, but it felt amazing and he knew he was going to be wrecked before they were done, but couldn't bring himself to care.

[uptightboy]

As Charles slowly, finally took all of his length, Edwin's eyes were wide with want. The sight was even better than he thought, he could almost call it a work of art if the subject weren't so sinful. But how could something so beautiful be associated with sin? Though Edwin wondered if he was already late with that thought.

"Goodness, Charles," Edwin stuttered, his thumbs massaging circles into the boy's hips. "Look at you," he moaned, as if he was praying for a god who actually listened to him.

They were connected so deeply, so profoundly that Edwin felt the pain of it in his chest. But he also felt the need to take, to ravish. To have Charles yet again. So much that small tremors ran through his body over and over, as if waiting for the right time to move in for its prey. But he was waiting for Charles.

[just_aces]

The press of Edwin's thumbs was enough to have Charles giving a little half-circular movement of his hips, something that just knocked another moan out of him, sending him canting forward again to claim a hungry, near-desperate kiss, as if that might actually calm him down rather than stoke him further.

The funny thing though was that it worked, the kiss was very much like the release valve on a pressure cooker and kept that energy from simmering over and spurring him into taking more than he was ready for. He nipped gently at Edwin's lower lip, levering himself upright again, head rolling back briefly before blinking down at his partner.

With his hands flat against Edwin's chest, knees tight against his hips and once again half-leaned back against those drawn-up knees it only took Charles a moment to realize that Edwin was practically vibrating beneath him, and his brow creased a little, "Y'alright, Edwin? You're shaking." God, he already sounded wrecked, even to his own ears, and he couldn't bring himself to care, it was perfect and he only wanted more. Not only that, but having pointed out that Edwin was shaking only made him realize that his own thighs were already trembling with the effort of keeping still.

[uptightboy]

From this position, Edwin could feel everything. Everything of Charles. The movement was new, and it pressed against some sensitive spots in a new way and he was glad he was laying down because his knees would have buckled. He met Charles halfway in the kiss, taking him and licking into his mouth as if he wanted to eat him for real. He wanted to taste and bite and gnaw at him, which was the most primal Edwin had felt, including his act with the leash. He was so hard and he felt like a trapped animal. Not a prey animal, though. But one that was trapped because of what it was capable of doing.

Charles pulled away and Edwin once again honored that with the most pathetic sound, followed by the boy's name in a whisper. His eyes were following him, his hands tight on his hips for both of their sakes.

A shiver ran through Edwin at Charles' taunting, at the tone of his voice... And he felt his chest heavy with empty breaths. His eyes narrowed at him.

"I only... I find the urge to ravish you increasingly powerful, Charles," Edwin breathed, tilting his hips up to put his point across. But it was a bad idea because once again he could feel how deep he was and how hard he was and how he could barely hold back anymore. 

[just_aces]

He hadn't meant it as a taunt, not really, he'd mostly been concerned that Edwin was the bad sort of overwhelmed, but then he moved and that was enough to have Charles' eyes going unfocused, nearly choking on the moan that the movement caused, the sound trailing off into a whimper that coalesced into a soft 'oh bloody hell', at the realization that he hadn't been exaggerating just how easily Edwin could flip them if he wanted.

The fact that Edwin clearly wanted to, but wasn't doing so also wasn't lost on Charles, Edwin was letting him stay in control of this situation and that was enough to knock the unnecessary breath out of him all over again. He managed to find his voice again, one hand curling against Edwin's wrist, not to dislodge that hand from his hip, but just to keep himself steady as much as Edwin, "Just, just give us a minute, yeah?" He wasn't even sure just what it was he was asking for, taking only a beat to collect himself enough to roll his hips again, just making another little choked-off, entirely-eager sound as he did. Then he did it again.

That was all the time he needed to better adjust, it seemed, as his thighs drew tight to lift himself a couple of inches before rocking back down again, settling into a steady rhythm before long, fingers still curled tight against Edwin's wrist while the other hand stayed pressed to his chest.

[uptightboy]

"Yes," Edwin breathed, nodding eagerly. He had time, he could give it. He was patient, he was the more patient between them. Yes. He could do this. This was fine.

And then Charles started to move and Edwin arched his back. His grip on Charles' hips was getting tighter, especially as he felt the hand steadying him. He could feel every roll and movement of Charles' hips with his hardness and with his hand too. It was almost more than he could take. His other hand slid lower, to Charles' thigh, gripping at him helplessly as he was trying not to get too lost in his pleasure.

There were words in his throat trying to come out, some of it must have been Charles' name. But they broke right at his lips, only to morph into moans the more Charles moved.

[just_aces]

Charles was, apparently, fully intent on following through with his initial plan to ride Edwin until his legs gave out, and once he'd settled into that rolling rhythm it was easier to maintain.

Even without the leash currently visible, with only that collar at his throat and the bangles jingling faintly at his wrists with each movement, he could still feel that bond between them, tying them together as surely as Edwin's cock buried in him was doing. Honestly it was a little amazing just to watch Edwin's face as he lost himself to the pleasure of it.

As Edwin's hand slid to his thigh instead of his hip, Charles' hand slid up Edwin's arm to settle at his chest as well, leaving them both spread there as counter-balance to his movements. He was aware that he was once again fully-hard between them, but that was an afterthought at the moment, far more intent on rolling and grinding himself against Edwin as steadily as he could manage.

[uptightboy]

The weight of Charles' hands on his chest. The sensation of him moving... Edwin's hands were desperately clawing at the boy's thighs with each movement, wanting more. His hips started to move in sync with Charles without him even noticing it. Just the thought that it was Charles, that they were connected and it felt so good was almost enough for Edwin to come.

"Charles," Edwin managed to say his name, opening his eyes. He wasn't even sure when he closed them but as he looked up at the other he realized it was a wise choice. Charles, riding him, being hard himself, was a sight for sore eyes. Once again Edwin was rendered speechless. He had to swallow before he would start drooling. "Charles," he called him again. "Charles I- I want to see you touch yourself," Edwin managed to say. "I wish to see you pleasure yourself." God, those words were obscene and the image was even more but Edwin couldn't help it. He wanted it. He wanted to know that Charles felt good with him inside. That he used him to get himself off.

[just_aces]

The first time Edwin managed to roll up as Charles was coming down was enough to knock a trembling moan out of him, head rolling back on his shoulders, the sensation was too much and just perfect all at once and had Charles' thighs shaking outright, not just the faint tremors of before, but the full shaking of overworked muscles, and he knew they were going to give out before he was really ready.

It took that second repetition of his name -he'd heard the first, he was just still bordering on overstimulated and hadn't been able to gather himself to respond- had him lifting his head to blink slowly at Edwin, taking a moment to actually process the request and only able to whine faintly in the back of his throat in response, because there was no way he wouldn't do as Edwin asked, realizing somewhere in the back of his mind that he'd just been waiting for permission, but it would also be too much sensation, he wouldn't be able to keep riding Edwin as he had been. But with the way his thighs were already shaking, he wouldn't be doing that for much longer anyway.

What he could do, was sink back on Edwin fully again -something that knocked another soft, almost-surprised sound out of him despite the fact that he'd already been taking him fully with each movement- settling into those little half-circular movements of his hips, still rocking on Edwin's cock even if he wasn't fully riding it anymore as he took himself in hand. His eyes fluttered closed, just making another garbled, needy sound as he did, trying to keep those movements as measured as the rolling of his hips, but considering he was already leaking like a faucet, and that dribble just smoothed the movement of his hand, he knew he wasn't going to last.

[uptightboy]

Edwin watched intently as Charles slowly realized what he asked of him. He was absolutely gorgeous like this. High on desire, high on his own pleasure, and promise to ride Edwin as long as his legs can keep up... It took Edwin an immense amount of willpower not to buck up and just take him on the spot.

Then Charles was grinding against him, deep and so good, and took himself in hand. Edwin's mouth opened with desperate breaths as he watched him.

"Charles," he gasped in awe, barely being able to focus due to the sight, and due to Charles still moving on him. The bangles made a soft sound on his hand as he stroked himself, the Payne crest jumping on his neck every time his hips moved. Once again, Edwin was in for a treat had he wished he could show Charles just how utterly beautiful he looked in that moment.

Without even noticing, Edwin's hips also moved in sync with Charles', slowly working toward his peak.

"Charles, I..." Edwin moaned. He was so close but once again he found himself being so greedy. Greedy to see Charles come again.

[just_aces]

It was Edwin's movements falling into time with his own that did him in as much as anything, but the faint vibration of that moan in Edwin's chest against the fingers still resting there certainly helped to tip the scale as well.

He didn't even have the chance to give Edwin a warning before his orgasm rocketed through him, coming over him in waves, jaw working silently -or nearly so, making a faint clicking sound- not unlike a fish out of water even as he bore down against Edwin inside him, hips still rolling even as he clenched tight, breathlessly reflexive, against Edwin's prick still buried in him.

Charles was utterly lost to the feedback loop of sensation, still stroking himself despite the fact that he was spent, the shaking in his thighs had spread, leaving his stomach pulled tight and sending tremors up and down his spine like some kind of electrical current.

[uptightboy]

Oh... Oh. Edwin was speechless as he watched Charles coming again. The way it seemingly caught him by surprise. The way it rolled through Charles' body, and the way he lost himself in it. Edwin could only watch in awe as it happened. And he thought he could not love Charles more than this, that he could not think of him as his any deeper. All that wasn't true...

Edwin was half out of it as he pushed himself up, sliding a rough arm around Charles' waist. He rolled his hips, grinding against him as if he wanted to be deeper in him the moment his orgasm got him. He captured Charles' lips in a sloppy kiss that got cut short by his own moaning as he came. He bucked his hips, holding onto Charles with one arm as he rode out his peak, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

Even after he was spent, Edwin didn't let Charles out of his hold, burying his face in his neck.