Despite the order, with Dylan shifting like that Daniel wasn't sure how well he could stay still and not try for more. It was less about the nature of the beast he was becoming, or the magic that Dylan had used against him. Daniel was, in so many ways, a hedonist, and he'd now had some of the most mind blowing sex of his life and he wanted more.
No, he had to admit to himself the truth. If only for himself. It was the best sex of his life, and he wanted more of it. Anything to keep feeling like that.
The magic spun around him, taking hold of his mind and body. There was no physical shift, but he could almost feel the changes taking hold. He would be seen by all with horns, with claws that could tear through flesh. With eyes that showed how inhuman he was becoming, if not already was. Something in that though didn't bother Daniel. Such a look was a power of its own, even if others didn't know how or why, what he could do, he had the look of a more powerful being. Not as powerful as Dylan, likely never that powerful, but there was something delightful in this. He was able to heal. He was able to kill if he chose. He was wild and dangerous and more than he had been.
He was also likely going to shred a few descks before he got a handle on it and likely going to hurt himself with those claws, but that was the price to pay for how he looked.
"I'll practice with the cards," he said, the first words he'd said since Dylan's proclamation. Maybe it was worrying he'd say the wrong thing. Maybe it was not wanting to make the wrong smart ass comment and end up laying on his ass, aching and wet still and alone. He really hated that idea.
Yet Dylan went on and Daniel whined, a sharp, pitiful sound. "And you'll be there for me?" he asked, his voice as sharp sounding as the whine. "You know my throat is yours," he said, as if offering his own feeding meant that Dylan would be there for his own. "You know I'll make it good for you, Boss. You know that," he insisted, trying to make sure this wasn't going to be used against him. Though he was sure it would be. It was like information, another form of control, and if Daniel had been Dylan, he would have done the same for to him. Pushed it and played with him, wanting to see just what he would do.
He paused though at that look, the frown. Danny reached for Dylan's hand, bringing it to his breast. "If you ask, I'll keep them," he said, putting it on Dylan, showing that it was for him and not for anything Daniel himself wanted. Yet he wanted to hear Dylan say it, to know that he wanted it. If it made Daniel special to Dylan, he would do it, even if he wouldn't beg and plead to hear it. At least not openly, even if he asked it in a million different ways.
Moaning as Dylan moved, rocking back against him once more. Magic and desire warred in his head, wanting to slide down and suck Dylan off, to ride him again until someone turned the hose on them. Yet he'd been told, backed by magic and so he just wriggled, enjoying the sensation of Dylan's body against his own.
"I answer to you, Boss," he said softly, staring into his eyes. "You had that before this and that doesn't change."
Dylan was the leader of the Horsemen. Sex and a change in magic didn't change that in Daniel's mind.
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No, he had to admit to himself the truth. If only for himself. It was the best sex of his life, and he wanted more of it. Anything to keep feeling like that.
The magic spun around him, taking hold of his mind and body. There was no physical shift, but he could almost feel the changes taking hold. He would be seen by all with horns, with claws that could tear through flesh. With eyes that showed how inhuman he was becoming, if not already was. Something in that though didn't bother Daniel. Such a look was a power of its own, even if others didn't know how or why, what he could do, he had the look of a more powerful being. Not as powerful as Dylan, likely never that powerful, but there was something delightful in this. He was able to heal. He was able to kill if he chose. He was wild and dangerous and more than he had been.
He was also likely going to shred a few descks before he got a handle on it and likely going to hurt himself with those claws, but that was the price to pay for how he looked.
"I'll practice with the cards," he said, the first words he'd said since Dylan's proclamation. Maybe it was worrying he'd say the wrong thing. Maybe it was not wanting to make the wrong smart ass comment and end up laying on his ass, aching and wet still and alone. He really hated that idea.
Yet Dylan went on and Daniel whined, a sharp, pitiful sound. "And you'll be there for me?" he asked, his voice as sharp sounding as the whine. "You know my throat is yours," he said, as if offering his own feeding meant that Dylan would be there for his own. "You know I'll make it good for you, Boss. You know that," he insisted, trying to make sure this wasn't going to be used against him. Though he was sure it would be. It was like information, another form of control, and if Daniel had been Dylan, he would have done the same for to him. Pushed it and played with him, wanting to see just what he would do.
He paused though at that look, the frown. Danny reached for Dylan's hand, bringing it to his breast. "If you ask, I'll keep them," he said, putting it on Dylan, showing that it was for him and not for anything Daniel himself wanted. Yet he wanted to hear Dylan say it, to know that he wanted it. If it made Daniel special to Dylan, he would do it, even if he wouldn't beg and plead to hear it. At least not openly, even if he asked it in a million different ways.
Moaning as Dylan moved, rocking back against him once more. Magic and desire warred in his head, wanting to slide down and suck Dylan off, to ride him again until someone turned the hose on them. Yet he'd been told, backed by magic and so he just wriggled, enjoying the sensation of Dylan's body against his own.
"I answer to you, Boss," he said softly, staring into his eyes. "You had that before this and that doesn't change."
Dylan was the leader of the Horsemen. Sex and a change in magic didn't change that in Daniel's mind.