[Temenos groans in both agony and ecstasy, blinking back tears that begin to naturally well up from the pain. Before he even has the time to properly recover from that, he can feel himself being freed from the confines of his pants.]
H-Hah...haha... [Laughs bubble up through labored breaths as he immediately pushes up against the bars to shove his growing erection toward Beelzebub's face. There's something wild in his eyes as he watches Beelzebub lap up his blood.] As you wish.
One fist grabs for the base of Temenos's cock as the demon ducks his head down with fervor, dragging his tongue across the swelling head and down what meat of the underside he can reach. Up, then down, then up, as though trying to coax out exactly what he wants, before popping it into the wet heat of his mouth and starting to suck.
There's nothing gentle or hesitant. His own arousal beats hard in its confines against his own leg at every taste of salt mixing with the blood from his lips, any beading of precum that he coaxes out and swallows down, a low and muted sound of pleasure vibrating from his throat.
Like a dehydrated man at the bank of an oasis, with no thought for care... so fervently does he thirst for what he wants.]
[With nowhere for his hands to go, Temenos grips hard against the bars while Beelzebub toys with him. The danger of this entanglement is ever-present in his mind, just as it was that beautiful Thursday night. Having Beelzebub take him into his mouth is just asking for something to go horribly wrong... If he didn't trust him, that is. Can he still expect to wind up with bite marks on his cock? Well, yes. But who's to say he minds?
As soon as Beelzebub gets the blood pumping even more and slides Temenos's cock into his mouth, he begins to rock his hips forward to further the friction. He can feel himself being driven mad every time Beel swallows and that warm and wet space encloses around him. It makes him jerk in place, threatening to push his cock all the way back against Beel's throat.]
Very...good.
[He has his mouth free, so why not praise Beelzebub's efforts? It may be hard to think straight, but he manages despite the fervent pounding of his heart pulsating throughout his body.]
[Beelzebub can feel his face heating up as Temenos starts to move, easily bobbing with him, eager to get him as far into his mouth as he can. The fist that has been lazily pumping the base of him drops away to run against the back of his thigh and take hold of of his hips and ass with a clawing grip as he lets the cleric sink deeper.
His swallowing doesn't stop, and outside of the most minor of hitches in his breath, there's no hesitation to draw him to the pressure of his throat. Someone does not have a gag reflex, apparently, for how energetically he's working his tongue and mouth and throat against the taste of Temenos.
His eyes flick up with a glint of pure enjoyment, of deep and heated desire, as the hand against Temenos's ass urges him forward. Move. Give him more.]
[His breath catches in his throat when Beelzebub takes hold of his ass and drags him as close as possible.]
Heheh. Y-You're making it difficult for me to help.
[He can't move while he's quite literally pinned all the way up against the bars. But that's okay. For all of his chiding, he finds it very arousing to watch Beelzebub swallow him with such excitement. Even more-so is that look in his eyes... Temenos grins down at him, his own eyes heavy with adoration. He makes a note of licking at his lips through heavy breaths, his tongue catching a bead of sweat sliding down his cheek.
He is so hot right now, and yet somehow Beelzebub is hotter. More dribbles of precum slide into the back of Beelzebub's throat as his arousal beats heavily against the demon's tongue. He's close to sending Temenos over the edge, that's for sure.]
[The taste increases, and Beelzebub moans against him with a heated exhale through his nose. The chiding does get his touch to migrate, readjusting himself to run his claws against the back of Temenos's thigh in a repetitive, almost milking motion against muscle and fat and fabric alike, coaxing and kneading.
All the while, his other hand lifts up to grip Temenos's nearest arm by the elbow, urging it down, threading their fingers as he guides that touch to bury in his hair with enough pressure to his skull to show what he wants.
His tongue relaxes, teeth scraping the growing swell in his mouth, the taste of his blood so close and so tempting to take. But it's not the flavor he's after.
His mouth cushions as he sucks down hard, a deep swallowing as though he's trying to urge Temenos to his completion. And again. And again.
Fuck his mouth, Temenos. Feed his hunger, Temenos.]
[It's once Beelzebub guides his hand down to his scalp that he realizes...he really has been going far too soft this time around, hasn't he? Is it the sorrow over today's trial proceedings weighing him down? He really ought to channel that into something better. This might be their last time to make love, so he should make the absolute most out of it.
As always, Beelzebub makes that incredibly easy. Temenos knows he'll never manage to be satisfied this thoroughly ever again. It's a somber thought, but this is the price he'll have to pay for such an explosive love affair.
The press of Beel's teeth against his sensitive erection sends a jolt of arousal through him, forcing a moan out of him and his body forward to the back of the demon's throat once more. He tugs hard against that orange hair as he follows Beelzebub's rhythm. Every time he's pulled in, he pushes along with it.
His knuckles turn white with the ferocity of his grip as the pressure inside of him builds to a level that he can no longer handle. More and more spillage coats the inside of Beelzebub's mouth. As much as he wishes he could make this moment last forever, all good things must come to an end.
In contrast to the roughness of their sex, the way in which Temenos utters Beelzebub's name in his climax is gentle and loving.]
Enjoy the meal, my dear Beel.
[With one final pull and one final push, he releases himself to fill Beelzebub with everything he could possibly want.]
[He can feel it, smell the change in him, hear the increase of his pulse and the tension of every muscle as Temenos's body finally winds to a snapping point. Claws dig hard against the cleric's limbs as he braces for it, relaxing his jaw against the hot spill of Temenos's orgasm into his mouth.
The demon starts swallowing it down immediately, pushing that pulsing length as deep as it can so that he doesn't waste a single drop, eyes screwing shut in fevered concentration and a clouded look of temporary satiation. The taste of him. Of his body. Of his sin. Of his dear Temenos. Served for him. Only for him.
Beelzebub will milk that orgasm for as long as possible, swallowing down every bit that Temenos's body has to offer even as orgasm turns to oversensitivity, to a softening of flesh against his tongue. But he doesn't stop, until he knows his lover is truly bled dry.
Only then does he remove his mouth, reddened and wet and coating his face in saliva from his efforts, his expression as flushed as the exposed skin of his chest and abdomen. Though his eyes are half lidded up towards Temenos as he licks his lips, they still clearly scream his hunger.
It was good. It was what he wanted. And yet he looks like he might pounce on the cleric for a second round, were these damn bars not in their way.]
...I wish there were more. A lot more.
[There's a beat, as he wipes at his mouth with his forearm.]
[Losing himself in his orgasm was enough to weaken his knees, but this wild ride isn't over quite yet. Beelzebub keeps going- keeps sucking and pulling beyond what Temenos thought he had to give. The sensation becomes almost unbearable. Not in a painful way, but Beelzebub is feeding him so much stimulation that he feels himself losing control. He pants heavily, using every ounce of strength that he can muster to keep himself upright in order to continue feeding Beel in return.
Once it's over and he feels Beel pulling out, he lets out a shuddering exhale. Long, but satisfied. As soon as he can focus again, he meets Beel's gaze with an exhausted smile. The hand in his hair moves down to caress the demon's warm cheek.]
Haha... My apologies. I am, unfortunately, bound by human limitations.
[He probably could go for a second round if given a moment to rest, but...it's not just his body limiting things. If only they had the freedom of that boundless, starry night once more.
Carefully, he lowers himself down on his knees to meet Beel on the ground. He carefully tugs at his undershirt to pull it off. It proves to be something of an effort- the fabric is stuck to his damp skin at this point.]
I'll stay here until dawn breaks, you know. I want us both to be able to savor each other with the time we have left. Perhaps by then...you'll have me memorized.
[Temenos tosses his shirt on top of the pile of robes, exposing his hot skin to the cool cave air. Much better. He begins to wipe sweat from his brow when he realizes Beelzebub brought the burger over. Honestly, he'd all but forgotten about it in the heat of the moment.]
You're the one who would be sharing it with me, dear Beel. It was intended to be all for you.
[He could always make more later if he wanted to feel nostalgic, but this could be Beel's last opportunity to eat a homemade cheeseburger.
Still...]
But if you want to share, then it would be terribly rude of me to reject your generosity. Let us refuel ourselves for the long night ahead.
[Getting rid of the lid for the tray is a little awkward from behind the bars. But once the food is front and center, Beelzebub's stomach growls loudly, even as he licks at his lips.]
It smells different than the others. A really good kind of different.
[God. He wants the whole thing in his mouth. But he carefully takes it in between his hands to work it into rough halves.
It tastes better with company. And if he's right...]
[He can't stop eating it. It's good. It's delicious. And he's barely swallowed before one of his hands reaches through to grip Temenos by the leg of his trousers, suddenly looking both serious and overwhelmed.]
Of course I did. I am certainly no chef, but I wanted to put my love for you into your favorite food.
[It's sappy, he'll admit. Everyone in his traveling group would never let him hear the end of it if they found out. Temenos? Being that mushy? Has he lost his mind??
Sometimes, love comes at you fast and hard and you want to make up for what you couldn't accomplish in the past.
That said, Beelzebub's reaction is nothing like he could have possibly expected. The look of wonder on the demon's face over his cooking is endearing and flattering of course, but as he goes to take a bite of his own half, he's stopped by Beel grabbing onto him so seriously.]
Ah...
[Wow.
The more he blinks in surprise, the redder his face gets.]
[He notices that lilt, the slight choke in the sound that would otherwise be amused. It takes a second to remember what's to come, and that his life could very well be over in the morning.
Maybe he would die happy with this as his last meal.]
It'd be nice. But I'd never be able to spend time with you if that's all you did, would I? [His brow furrows for a second, frowning. Dilemma.] So...
Maybe I can find a chef to keep as a pet. That way, you can enjoy the food, too... when I come back to you.
Haha... True. Feeding you would be a full-time job.
[He means that with all the affection in the world, of course. If it made Beel happy, then he would consider it worth it.
He does like the idea of having more time with Beel better, though.]
While I don't quite think that is how pets work, I would like that. Envisioning myself doing anything else is quite difficult, I admit. Being with you, that is. [He has some things to take care of in Solistia. But once everyone's journey is done...he truly wanted take up permanent residence with Beel.] So I do look forward to it.
It would take some work... Some restaurants don't let me back anymore. I guess it's because they can't keep up with me. [It also might be because he keeps causing property damage.]
But I'd still like to take you to my favorite places. Yuki and Solomon have both helped me find what food is good for humans. So you wouldn't end up poisoned or cursed or dead, so long as I could help it.
It means we have to leave this place first, though. Together.
[For what it's worth, that does bring back some genuine amusement from Temenos. He chuckles, half muffled since he's in the middle of chewing.]
Considering what I have seen you do to the buffet, that doesn't surprise me. I look forward to trying all of your favorites that won't kill me.
[It's such a funny thing to imagine... But it shouldn't come as that much of a surprise that the Devildom isn't exactly a human-friendly place. But if there are humans there already making do, then he certainly can as well.
With that, he nods. That fleeting sorrow returns to the backburner.]
Together. I trust that promise of yours.
[They'll just have to get through some pain first, but it'll be worth it.]
[He lets out an affirmative sound, before leaning his head against one of the bars, watching with silent fondness over the human he loves as he takes of his portion.
Only when Temenos has finished does Beel squeeze that grip against the cleric's leg again, gently.]
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H-Hah...haha... [Laughs bubble up through labored breaths as he immediately pushes up against the bars to shove his growing erection toward Beelzebub's face. There's something wild in his eyes as he watches Beelzebub lap up his blood.] As you wish.
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One fist grabs for the base of Temenos's cock as the demon ducks his head down with fervor, dragging his tongue across the swelling head and down what meat of the underside he can reach. Up, then down, then up, as though trying to coax out exactly what he wants, before popping it into the wet heat of his mouth and starting to suck.
There's nothing gentle or hesitant. His own arousal beats hard in its confines against his own leg at every taste of salt mixing with the blood from his lips, any beading of precum that he coaxes out and swallows down, a low and muted sound of pleasure vibrating from his throat.
Like a dehydrated man at the bank of an oasis, with no thought for care... so fervently does he thirst for what he wants.]
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As soon as Beelzebub gets the blood pumping even more and slides Temenos's cock into his mouth, he begins to rock his hips forward to further the friction. He can feel himself being driven mad every time Beel swallows and that warm and wet space encloses around him. It makes him jerk in place, threatening to push his cock all the way back against Beel's throat.]
Very...good.
[He has his mouth free, so why not praise Beelzebub's efforts? It may be hard to think straight, but he manages despite the fervent pounding of his heart pulsating throughout his body.]
That's it. Indulge.
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His swallowing doesn't stop, and outside of the most minor of hitches in his breath, there's no hesitation to draw him to the pressure of his throat. Someone does not have a gag reflex, apparently, for how energetically he's working his tongue and mouth and throat against the taste of Temenos.
His eyes flick up with a glint of pure enjoyment, of deep and heated desire, as the hand against Temenos's ass urges him forward. Move. Give him more.]
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Heheh. Y-You're making it difficult for me to help.
[He can't move while he's quite literally pinned all the way up against the bars. But that's okay. For all of his chiding, he finds it very arousing to watch Beelzebub swallow him with such excitement. Even more-so is that look in his eyes... Temenos grins down at him, his own eyes heavy with adoration. He makes a note of licking at his lips through heavy breaths, his tongue catching a bead of sweat sliding down his cheek.
He is so hot right now, and yet somehow Beelzebub is hotter. More dribbles of precum slide into the back of Beelzebub's throat as his arousal beats heavily against the demon's tongue. He's close to sending Temenos over the edge, that's for sure.]
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All the while, his other hand lifts up to grip Temenos's nearest arm by the elbow, urging it down, threading their fingers as he guides that touch to bury in his hair with enough pressure to his skull to show what he wants.
His tongue relaxes, teeth scraping the growing swell in his mouth, the taste of his blood so close and so tempting to take. But it's not the flavor he's after.
His mouth cushions as he sucks down hard, a deep swallowing as though he's trying to urge Temenos to his completion. And again. And again.
Fuck his mouth, Temenos. Feed his hunger, Temenos.]
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As always, Beelzebub makes that incredibly easy. Temenos knows he'll never manage to be satisfied this thoroughly ever again. It's a somber thought, but this is the price he'll have to pay for such an explosive love affair.
The press of Beel's teeth against his sensitive erection sends a jolt of arousal through him, forcing a moan out of him and his body forward to the back of the demon's throat once more. He tugs hard against that orange hair as he follows Beelzebub's rhythm. Every time he's pulled in, he pushes along with it.
His knuckles turn white with the ferocity of his grip as the pressure inside of him builds to a level that he can no longer handle. More and more spillage coats the inside of Beelzebub's mouth. As much as he wishes he could make this moment last forever, all good things must come to an end.
In contrast to the roughness of their sex, the way in which Temenos utters Beelzebub's name in his climax is gentle and loving.]
Enjoy the meal, my dear Beel.
[With one final pull and one final push, he releases himself to fill Beelzebub with everything he could possibly want.]
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The demon starts swallowing it down immediately, pushing that pulsing length as deep as it can so that he doesn't waste a single drop, eyes screwing shut in fevered concentration and a clouded look of temporary satiation. The taste of him. Of his body. Of his sin. Of his dear Temenos. Served for him. Only for him.
Beelzebub will milk that orgasm for as long as possible, swallowing down every bit that Temenos's body has to offer even as orgasm turns to oversensitivity, to a softening of flesh against his tongue. But he doesn't stop, until he knows his lover is truly bled dry.
Only then does he remove his mouth, reddened and wet and coating his face in saliva from his efforts, his expression as flushed as the exposed skin of his chest and abdomen. Though his eyes are half lidded up towards Temenos as he licks his lips, they still clearly scream his hunger.
It was good. It was what he wanted. And yet he looks like he might pounce on the cleric for a second round, were these damn bars not in their way.]
...I wish there were more. A lot more.
[There's a beat, as he wipes at his mouth with his forearm.]
I want to remember this taste of you.
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Once it's over and he feels Beel pulling out, he lets out a shuddering exhale. Long, but satisfied. As soon as he can focus again, he meets Beel's gaze with an exhausted smile. The hand in his hair moves down to caress the demon's warm cheek.]
Haha... My apologies. I am, unfortunately, bound by human limitations.
[He probably could go for a second round if given a moment to rest, but...it's not just his body limiting things. If only they had the freedom of that boundless, starry night once more.
Carefully, he lowers himself down on his knees to meet Beel on the ground. He carefully tugs at his undershirt to pull it off. It proves to be something of an effort- the fabric is stuck to his damp skin at this point.]
I'll stay here until dawn breaks, you know. I want us both to be able to savor each other with the time we have left. Perhaps by then...you'll have me memorized.
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So his eyes flick to the tray left forgotten to the side, the smell of food fighting with the taste of sex, and finding he wants both. He likes both.
May the depths of Devildom curse him if Asmodeus ever caught wind of this.
As Temenos wins the battle with his own clothing, Beelzebub reaches to drag the tray into arms' reach of both of them.]
Would you share it with me? What you made for me?
If this night is for our hunger... I want you to have the energy to keep up.
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You're the one who would be sharing it with me, dear Beel. It was intended to be all for you.
[He could always make more later if he wanted to feel nostalgic, but this could be Beel's last opportunity to eat a homemade cheeseburger.
Still...]
But if you want to share, then it would be terribly rude of me to reject your generosity. Let us refuel ourselves for the long night ahead.
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It smells different than the others. A really good kind of different.
[God. He wants the whole thing in his mouth. But he carefully takes it in between his hands to work it into rough halves.
It tastes better with company. And if he's right...]
Did you make it yourself?
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I did. I spent some time scouring cookbooks at the café until I found a suitable recipe. This is the result of a few trial runs.
[He had to eat so many test burgers. He'd have given them to Beel if he didn't want this whole thing to be a surprise.]
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Okay, even for as touched as he feels, he can't ignore the needs of his stomach any longer. So he brings the food to his mouth--]
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/done lmao
Never leave my side again.
[IT'S SO GOOD?]
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[It's sappy, he'll admit. Everyone in his traveling group would never let him hear the end of it if they found out. Temenos? Being that mushy? Has he lost his mind??
Sometimes, love comes at you fast and hard and you want to make up for what you couldn't accomplish in the past.
That said, Beelzebub's reaction is nothing like he could have possibly expected. The look of wonder on the demon's face over his cooking is endearing and flattering of course, but as he goes to take a bite of his own half, he's stopped by Beel grabbing onto him so seriously.]
Ah...
[Wow.
The more he blinks in surprise, the redder his face gets.]
I...hadn't intended to.
Do you truly like it that much?
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[There's an almost disbelieving lilt to the retort, as though it's impossible for him to think that the other option could be feasible.]
What do you mean you're not a chef? If I could eat something like this every day for the rest of my life, I think I'd die happy!
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And yet...there's something broken in the way he laughs. Only if one were to be paying close attention, though.]
Perhaps I have a new job path ahead of me, then. I'll be a very busy man, cooking my beloved Beel's cheeseburgers every day.
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Maybe he would die happy with this as his last meal.]
It'd be nice. But I'd never be able to spend time with you if that's all you did, would I? [His brow furrows for a second, frowning. Dilemma.] So...
Maybe I can find a chef to keep as a pet. That way, you can enjoy the food, too... when I come back to you.
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Temenos's smile softens. Beel noticed, did he?]
Haha... True. Feeding you would be a full-time job.
[He means that with all the affection in the world, of course. If it made Beel happy, then he would consider it worth it.
He does like the idea of having more time with Beel better, though.]
While I don't quite think that is how pets work, I would like that. Envisioning myself doing anything else is quite difficult, I admit. Being with you, that is. [He has some things to take care of in Solistia. But once everyone's journey is done...he truly wanted take up permanent residence with Beel.] So I do look forward to it.
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But I'd still like to take you to my favorite places. Yuki and Solomon have both helped me find what food is good for humans. So you wouldn't end up poisoned or cursed or dead, so long as I could help it.
It means we have to leave this place first, though. Together.
[He rubs his hand against Temenos's knee.]
I promise it will be together.
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Considering what I have seen you do to the buffet, that doesn't surprise me. I look forward to trying all of your favorites that won't kill me.
[It's such a funny thing to imagine... But it shouldn't come as that much of a surprise that the Devildom isn't exactly a human-friendly place. But if there are humans there already making do, then he certainly can as well.
With that, he nods. That fleeting sorrow returns to the backburner.]
Together. I trust that promise of yours.
[They'll just have to get through some pain first, but it'll be worth it.]
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Only when Temenos has finished does Beel squeeze that grip against the cleric's leg again, gently.]
Could I ask you something?
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Cw: vore mentions i hate my life
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spoilers for OM chapter 13 like whoa
whispers: I see.
yeah................... yeah
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returns to this five hundred years later to rewrite half the tag