[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.]
[Temenos's eyes meet Beelzebub's on occasion as he's working on his half of the burger, earning a small smile each time. It's hard to describe in words how it feels to be looked at like that. But maybe he doesn't have to. Beelzebub surely understands without either of them having to say anything.
He brushes at the corners of his lips with his thumb to rid himself of any lingering crumbs, then turns his full attention back to Beel.]
Of course. [His answer is the same, as always.] What is it?
[He's not even sure it will work. The connection might not reach across worlds. Temenos's holy connections might tamper with it. And if Temenos himself didn't want it... then there was no point.]
[He nods... and then nods again, as though truly processing how fast that agreement happened took more effort than expected.]
I want to ask for it now. While we have time. But I don't know what it might do to you, though, or to me. And I don't want to send you home to Solistia with my sigil as a target on your back.
But... I want to talk about it. I want to give this to you.
[He's aware it's going to be a serious decision, then. That's good.
He hums his acknowledgement, turning his hand with the palm up so he can take Temenos's touch against his own...
...
After a few moments of silence, his touch shifts, carefully bringing that hand up to his mouth. Not to kiss, but to be held with Temenos's palm facing him, gently nudging the fingers apart with his nose before dragging his tongue up the space between index and middle.
Eyes the color of vibrant dusk stay on Temenos, lidded, craving.]
[He easily lets Beelzebub move his hand...though what ends up happening isn't quite what he expected. He watches in mild surprise before looking up to meet Beel's gaze...
Ah.
He settles into a knowing smirk.]
I take it you'd like seconds? What a coincidence, because I'm still feeling quite peckish myself.
[It's the traces of what's left over from the food, the taste of salt from his sweat, the smell of him... it makes his pulse pound with excitement, which in turn just reminds him of the uncomfortable feeling still settled between his own hips, unresolved and nearly forgotten from earlier. Oh well. Hunger came first. Hunger always came first.
Two of those fingers are guided into his mouth between tongue and teeth, tasting, a gentle gnawing of his bite against the resistance of flesh and bone.]
[It's a little strange to imagine himself having a unique taste, but at least he doesn't have to worry about tasting bad to the one person it matters most. It's surprising, though. He figured he'd be at least a little rotten inside. Maybe there is hope for him yet.
While Beel has his hand, he uses that free thumb to gently rub against his jawline. After savoring the sensation of warm, wet abrasion against his fingers, he drags them forward to give Beel some extra friction as well. They're then slowly pushed back in, pressing along his tongue and trailing against the inside of his cheek on one side.]
[Beelzebub lets out a heated exhale at the change of pressure, eyes screwing shut. There's a growl from the back of his throat as he sucks into the movement of Temenos's fingers as though to draw them deeper, both of his own hands lifting up to cradle the cleric's hand and press into the knuckles and tendons.
It would be so easy to just snap his teeth down, to taste, to chew and swallow and fill his mouth. His teeth dig into the catch of Temenos's knuckles a little harder than before. He wants it. He wants it.
[He grins, running his free hand along one of the bars in reflex to the warmth of Beelzebub's breath against his hand. There's something about the very real danger of Beelzebub doing just that—taking a bite out of him—that gets his heart racing all over again. He doesn't expect it to happen, nor does he actually want it to, but skirting the line possibility is exciting all the same.
That bite gets deeper, though, threatening to break the skin once more, and Temenos finally considers intervening. He sucks in a breath from the pain, then puts his free hand on Beel's shoulder to avert his focus.]
Ah, ah, ah. [He scolds in a playful tone.] I need that intact.
[Once he has Beelzebub's attention, he reaches over toward the nearly forgotten kittybot to retrieve some snacks from it.]
Shall I hand feed you for a bit? You must promise me that you won't take a finger with it, though.
...I didn't really think about it, is all. I was happy tasting.
[He'll lean down to take the snack with his mouth and tongue alone, one hand staying wrapped against the bars. No matter how messy it is, somehow he doesn't allow a crumb of it to hit the ground, letting teeth and lips graze Temenos's fingertips.]
Haha. Surely that discomfort is going to become difficult to ignore at some point.
[At the same time, Temenos is not even remotely surprised that for Beelzebub, hunger has won out over addressing his arousal.
He holds the treat carefully, not making any sudden movements to ensure that everything makes its way into Beel's mouth. A little bit of cream filling that ended up on the demon's cheek is brushed up with Temenos's finger. He doesn't also feed that to Beel though, opting to lick it off himself. You know, just in case Beel likes to watch that sort of thing.]
Let's see...
[Next up is a package of chocolates with lots of different flavors for Beel to sample. Temenos might nibble on one or two, himself.]
[Even if Asmodeus was more of a narcissist sometimes than an actual lustful creature.
His tongue traces behind the space past his lips where Temenos wipes away, eyes flicking to how it enters the cleric's mouth and feeling himself swallow in return. He wishes it were in his mouth instead, but at the same time... there's something delicious about watching it? Especially when Temenos looks at him like that, with quietly hungry eyes.
To have the portions divided up so slowly in comparison to his usual pace takes about every ounce of self control Beelzebub has not to just reach beyond the bars and gorge himself. But it tends to be for the better. He notices quickly the subtle differences in scent, in taste, in texture, and he tries his best to not inhale what Temenos places at his lips.
One piece he even uses his teeth to crack it in half, nodding towards Temenos as he chews. He wants to watch him devour the other.]
The very nature of intercourse involves a bit of lust, dear Beel. [It may take on more of a gluttonous spin with Beelzebub involved, but lust has definitely been present.] He doesn't have to know.
[At first, he feels a little bad for making Beelzebub hold back so much. But he notes how Beel seems to start genuinely savoring these morsels and it makes him smile. He does seem to be enjoying this, even if he's not able to just devour the entire pile with inhuman speed.
His eyes noticeably brighten with surprise to even be offered half of a chocolate. Rarely does he ever ask Beel to share in the first place, and this was completely unprompted.]
Thank you.
[He takes it and raises it to his lips, starting with the side that Beel bit into. Taking it with his tongue, he savors the taste before finishing it with a lick of his lips.]
[His eyes stay sharply trained on the motion of Temenos's mouth, of his tongue, of the subtle flex of his jaw as he swallows.]
As far as Asmo, I meant... um...
I just don't focus on it like he does. I don't understand it as well as he does, or what to do with it, other than it makes me kind of hungry. He gets annoying with it. But...
[His fingers start to mess idly against the loose waistband of his pants in the absence of his shirt.]
I think we can all still feel each other's sins. Even if we don't understand them like our own.
[Temenos reaches for more snacks as Beelzebub explains, though he ends up watching those idle motions as he opens a little package of cookies. It has the audacity to pop open violently and he nearly loses the cookies to the ground.
Anyway,]
That makes sense. This is simply from my observation, of course, but your own sin is still very much in the forefront when you experience other sins. I can see why relieving yourself wouldn't do much to sate your hunger.
You'll have to forgive me if I'm coming on a bit strong in turn. [The laugh that follows is directed more at himself.] I must confess that I find it...somewhat easy to succumb to desire when I'm with you.
[He'll stop taunting Beel with just holding the cookies and actually feed one to him now.]
I wonder if that's because of me. Temptation is something we're supposed to be good at. [Allegedly. Not like he's been trying much, though. It always took so much effort to tempt.
Or maybe he just doesn't realize the kind of effect he has on the cleric he loves so dearly. Nah. Can't be that.
He'll repeat what he did before, taking only half from what's offered from the first bite.]
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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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He brushes at the corners of his lips with his thumb to rid himself of any lingering crumbs, then turns his full attention back to Beel.]
Of course. [His answer is the same, as always.] What is it?
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After tomorrow... no matter what happens, or how long it takes to see you again...
When I've come back, I'd like to make a pact with you.
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A pact? You...want to lend me your power in a formal sense?
[If what he was doing wasn't straight-up heresy already, something like this would easily get him executed back home, should anyone find out.
It's making the life choices he needs to make much clearer.]
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If you want it, that is.
[He's not even sure it will work. The connection might not reach across worlds. Temenos's holy connections might tamper with it. And if Temenos himself didn't want it... then there was no point.]
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It would be an honor, my dear Beel. I look forward to the day we can forge it.
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I want to ask for it now. While we have time. But I don't know what it might do to you, though, or to me. And I don't want to send you home to Solistia with my sigil as a target on your back.
But... I want to talk about it. I want to give this to you.
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Still...Beel has some valid concerns about it.]
A cleric making a pact with a demon is the epitome of heresy, but... That is something for me to sort out. I will have a solution when the time comes.
[Little do they know that tomorrow's execution will prove to be a good catalyst for finding that solution...
He reaches over to hold onto Beel's hand.]
I would love nothing more than to share such a connection with you. Thank you for offering it to me.
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He hums his acknowledgement, turning his hand with the palm up so he can take Temenos's touch against his own...
...
After a few moments of silence, his touch shifts, carefully bringing that hand up to his mouth. Not to kiss, but to be held with Temenos's palm facing him, gently nudging the fingers apart with his nose before dragging his tongue up the space between index and middle.
Eyes the color of vibrant dusk stay on Temenos, lidded, craving.]
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Ah.
He settles into a knowing smirk.]
I take it you'd like seconds? What a coincidence, because I'm still feeling quite peckish myself.
[Wink.]
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[It's the traces of what's left over from the food, the taste of salt from his sweat, the smell of him... it makes his pulse pound with excitement, which in turn just reminds him of the uncomfortable feeling still settled between his own hips, unresolved and nearly forgotten from earlier. Oh well. Hunger came first. Hunger always came first.
Two of those fingers are guided into his mouth between tongue and teeth, tasting, a gentle gnawing of his bite against the resistance of flesh and bone.]
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[It's a little strange to imagine himself having a unique taste, but at least he doesn't have to worry about tasting bad to the one person it matters most. It's surprising, though. He figured he'd be at least a little rotten inside. Maybe there is hope for him yet.
While Beel has his hand, he uses that free thumb to gently rub against his jawline. After savoring the sensation of warm, wet abrasion against his fingers, he drags them forward to give Beel some extra friction as well. They're then slowly pushed back in, pressing along his tongue and trailing against the inside of his cheek on one side.]
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It would be so easy to just snap his teeth down, to taste, to chew and swallow and fill his mouth. His teeth dig into the catch of Temenos's knuckles a little harder than before. He wants it. He wants it.
But he doesn't want to hurt Temenos.]
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That bite gets deeper, though, threatening to break the skin once more, and Temenos finally considers intervening. He sucks in a breath from the pain, then puts his free hand on Beel's shoulder to avert his focus.]
Ah, ah, ah. [He scolds in a playful tone.] I need that intact.
[Once he has Beelzebub's attention, he reaches over toward the nearly forgotten kittybot to retrieve some snacks from it.]
Shall I hand feed you for a bit? You must promise me that you won't take a finger with it, though.
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You're going to feed me again?
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Yes. And if you'd like to feed me in return, well...
[He shifts that free hand to touch Beel's leg.
He noticed.]
I'd be happy to relieve you.
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[His brow wrinkles in confusion. Feeding Temenos? Did he mean with the snacks? But he follows Temenos's touch and
Oh
Oh, right.
His face dusts pink as he squirms a bit, turning his face away to focus on the snack pile.]
...I like when you enjoy yourself. So if you're still hungry... [He swallows, eye flitting back to the cleric.]
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What are you suddenly embarrassed for? I'm not so cruel as to leave you unattended to.
[He does leave that area alone for now though, opting to affectionately stroke Beelzebub's newly warm cheek for a moment.
But once he's done teasing, he unwraps a treat and holds it out for Beel to take.]
We'll see how hungry for that we both are in a bit, hm?
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[He'll lean down to take the snack with his mouth and tongue alone, one hand staying wrapped against the bars. No matter how messy it is, somehow he doesn't allow a crumb of it to hit the ground, letting teeth and lips graze Temenos's fingertips.]
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[At the same time, Temenos is not even remotely surprised that for Beelzebub, hunger has won out over addressing his arousal.
He holds the treat carefully, not making any sudden movements to ensure that everything makes its way into Beel's mouth. A little bit of cream filling that ended up on the demon's cheek is brushed up with Temenos's finger. He doesn't also feed that to Beel though, opting to lick it off himself. You know, just in case Beel likes to watch that sort of thing.]
Let's see...
[Next up is a package of chocolates with lots of different flavors for Beel to sample. Temenos might nibble on one or two, himself.]
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[Even if Asmodeus was more of a narcissist sometimes than an actual lustful creature.
His tongue traces behind the space past his lips where Temenos wipes away, eyes flicking to how it enters the cleric's mouth and feeling himself swallow in return. He wishes it were in his mouth instead, but at the same time... there's something delicious about watching it? Especially when Temenos looks at him like that, with quietly hungry eyes.
To have the portions divided up so slowly in comparison to his usual pace takes about every ounce of self control Beelzebub has not to just reach beyond the bars and gorge himself. But it tends to be for the better. He notices quickly the subtle differences in scent, in taste, in texture, and he tries his best to not inhale what Temenos places at his lips.
One piece he even uses his teeth to crack it in half, nodding towards Temenos as he chews. He wants to watch him devour the other.]
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[At first, he feels a little bad for making Beelzebub hold back so much. But he notes how Beel seems to start genuinely savoring these morsels and it makes him smile. He does seem to be enjoying this, even if he's not able to just devour the entire pile with inhuman speed.
His eyes noticeably brighten with surprise to even be offered half of a chocolate. Rarely does he ever ask Beel to share in the first place, and this was completely unprompted.]
Thank you.
[He takes it and raises it to his lips, starting with the side that Beel bit into. Taking it with his tongue, he savors the taste before finishing it with a lick of his lips.]
These are quite good, aren't they?
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[His eyes stay sharply trained on the motion of Temenos's mouth, of his tongue, of the subtle flex of his jaw as he swallows.]
As far as Asmo, I meant... um...
I just don't focus on it like he does. I don't understand it as well as he does, or what to do with it, other than it makes me kind of hungry. He gets annoying with it. But...
[His fingers start to mess idly against the loose waistband of his pants in the absence of his shirt.]
I think we can all still feel each other's sins. Even if we don't understand them like our own.
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Anyway,]
That makes sense. This is simply from my observation, of course, but your own sin is still very much in the forefront when you experience other sins. I can see why relieving yourself wouldn't do much to sate your hunger.
You'll have to forgive me if I'm coming on a bit strong in turn. [The laugh that follows is directed more at himself.] I must confess that I find it...somewhat easy to succumb to desire when I'm with you.
[He'll stop taunting Beel with just holding the cookies and actually feed one to him now.]
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Or maybe he just doesn't realize the kind of effect he has on the cleric he loves so dearly. Nah. Can't be that.
He'll repeat what he did before, taking only half from what's offered from the first bite.]
...
Being hungry isn't so bad, though.
Not when I'm around you.
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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