[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.]
Heh, I'm well aware. However, I'm not sure I would describe it as temptation in this case. If it was, your brother would never let you hear the end of it for stealing his role.
[He gladly takes the other half and opens his mouth to take a bite...only to freeze with his mouth agape for a moment.
He closes it. The cookie can wait. Instead, he quietly asks:]
...Truly? Does my presence truly alleviate it?
[He'd spent so much time thinking about possible ways to help Beelzebub- to alleviate the pain of his hunger in some capacity. To have arrived at this for s possible solution is a bit overwhelming.]
[A beat, and his eyes rest on Temenos, soft and a little tired, gathering how he wants to explain it.
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I look at how you smile, and I'm happy. I hear you talk and laugh, and it makes my chest feel full. You're kind to me. You compliment me. I can watch you be smart and make jokes.
I really like that feeling.
And when I feel like that... sometimes it's easier to not think about being hungry. It still hurts sometimes, but... I can think about being happy. I can think about what kind of things I want to see and do with you.
[Hearing Beelzebub say all of those kind and loving things about him and how much of an impact he seemingly has made fills him with so much happiness. It's the sort of happiness that he never thought he'd get to experience again- not until he started growing close to Beel.
He rubs at his eyes with his free hand.]
Oh, dear. What could have gotten in my eyes, I wonder?
[Jokes aside...]
I hope you know just how much you deserve that happiness. I am honored to have played a part in giving it to you.
Whenever you find your hunger difficult to bear...I'll never be far to aid you.
[He relaxes into that touch, letting his weight settle against Beelzebub's hands.]
I love you too.
[He hates every single reminder of the dawn, though.]
You will come back to it. I won't allow for any other outcome.
[He knows he can't actually promise that, nor would he resort to an extreme measure to make it happen. Beel would likely never forgive him otherwise. But if there was anything he could finally believe in, it's this.]
[He strokes the side of Temenos's face, a brief moment to settle in the quiet. It's not a quiet he likes. But at least he isn't alone in it.
With a gentle press of his fingers, he tries to coax Temenos to lean forward. The kiss that he meets him with from past the bars is a lot less desperate than before, a lot less driven by hunger - something simple and loving, like their first kiss removed of its delicacy and hesitancy.]
[It takes little effort to move him, and even less for him to return that loving kiss. His hands reach through the bars to rest on Beelzebub's shoulders. He may be prevented from embracing Beelzebub fully, but at least he's still afforded this much.]
My sweet Beel.
[He whispers as they part, happy and full in spite of what awaits.]
[One hand drops to fish up where that cookie half has been discarded. Is it on his lap? Still in his fingers? Doesn't matter. Beel's finding it and holding it up for Temenos.]
[Greatly affected?? He isn't sure where to start with that, but... Temenos looks happy.. Temenos sounds happy, even though this is a bittersweet night they share. Maybe knowing that was more important than the details. Beel never was much good at those.
He chuckles at the sensation, letting the snack slip from his grip and relishing in the muted sound of Temenos chewing. Maybe the ghost of Lobelia is here, who knows.]
Your mouth is so soft. Even when you're eating things.
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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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[He gladly takes the other half and opens his mouth to take a bite...only to freeze with his mouth agape for a moment.
He closes it. The cookie can wait. Instead, he quietly asks:]
...Truly? Does my presence truly alleviate it?
[He'd spent so much time thinking about possible ways to help Beelzebub- to alleviate the pain of his hunger in some capacity. To have arrived at this for s possible solution is a bit overwhelming.]
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...
[A beat, and his eyes rest on Temenos, soft and a little tired, gathering how he wants to explain it.
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I look at how you smile, and I'm happy. I hear you talk and laugh, and it makes my chest feel full. You're kind to me. You compliment me. I can watch you be smart and make jokes.
I really like that feeling.
And when I feel like that... sometimes it's easier to not think about being hungry. It still hurts sometimes, but... I can think about being happy. I can think about what kind of things I want to see and do with you.
So... I don't think it's as bad, that way.
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[Hearing Beelzebub say all of those kind and loving things about him and how much of an impact he seemingly has made fills him with so much happiness. It's the sort of happiness that he never thought he'd get to experience again- not until he started growing close to Beel.
He rubs at his eyes with his free hand.]
Oh, dear. What could have gotten in my eyes, I wonder?
[Jokes aside...]
I hope you know just how much you deserve that happiness. I am honored to have played a part in giving it to you.
Whenever you find your hunger difficult to bear...I'll never be far to aid you.
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So he stays quiet, reaching through the bars only when Temenos's hands have lowered from his eyes, cupping him at the jaw.]
I love you, Temenos.
Even if it's just for tonight... I'm glad I can feel it like this now. I want to remember. I want to come back to it.
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I love you too.
[He hates every single reminder of the dawn, though.]
You will come back to it. I won't allow for any other outcome.
[He knows he can't actually promise that, nor would he resort to an extreme measure to make it happen. Beel would likely never forgive him otherwise. But if there was anything he could finally believe in, it's this.]
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With a gentle press of his fingers, he tries to coax Temenos to lean forward. The kiss that he meets him with from past the bars is a lot less desperate than before, a lot less driven by hunger - something simple and loving, like their first kiss removed of its delicacy and hesitancy.]
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My sweet Beel.
[He whispers as they part, happy and full in spite of what awaits.]
Thank you.
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[One hand drops to fish up where that cookie half has been discarded. Is it on his lap? Still in his fingers? Doesn't matter. Beel's finding it and holding it up for Temenos.]
Just enjoy things with me.
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You've greatly affected me. I'd say that deserves some gratitude. [There's a playful lilt to it, though.] But I'll relent.
[He tips his head to take the cookie half from Beel's hand with his mouth, pressing a kiss to his fingertips in the process.]
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He chuckles at the sensation, letting the snack slip from his grip and relishing in the muted sound of Temenos chewing. Maybe the ghost of Lobelia is here, who knows.]
Your mouth is so soft. Even when you're eating things.
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spoilers for OM chapter 13 like whoa
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yeah................... yeah
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returns to this five hundred years later to rewrite half the tag