Weakness

A wet tongue quickly laps up the spilt blood pouring from an open wound.
Teeth clench as nerves transmit the sting of cold metal tearing open tender flesh.
"Johnny boy, so sweet." Balthazar teases running his tongue along the split skin from which the crimson liquid oozes.
Soft moans of pure delight filling up a deadly silence as teeth find their way to exposed nipple.
Nibbling softly, licking gently, biting and now the soft moans turn to gasps of pleasure and pain mixed to form a deadly concoction of arousal and lust.
"Does it turn you on Johnny? Want more?" Balthazar says making fresh cuts along a pale chest.
John smirked clenching his teeth together.
"I can go all night." He replied smugly bucking his hips to make the man on top of his squirm.
"So can I Johnny." Balthazar said smirking back, licking down the faint scar on John's torso.
Moans of pure ecstasy escape perfectly parted lips as that tongue caresses smooth skin teasing, tasting.
John bites his lip softly letting his eyes flutter closed.
He doesn't know how he gets himself into these 'situations' doesn't know why he enjoys them so damn much.
"Because you're a little whore Johnny, can't resist a good fuck, and that's exactly what I am." Balthazar states licking lower.
A hot tongue meets its target causing waves of pleasure to wash over John.
He's so close it won't take much and he knows it.
Plump lips descend upon him, over him taking John into the hot hollow of that oh so very familiar mouth.
Tongue works carefully drawing the pleasure painfully from him moaning, gasping.
Then he's calling out.
"Bal..." John calls quickly stopping himself by biting his lip, hard.
Sticky blood pours onto pink lips in a bid to conceal the intimacy of the situation.
He may enjoy the pain but he'll never let Balthazar know he loves the pleasure, never let Balthazar know he loves the pleasure 'he' provides.
He may be fucking the demon but he'll never show his emotions, he'll never reveal his weakness.