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“You’re troubled by something.” Vergil observed over the top of his book. “What’s wrong, dearest?”
Lawrence had been eyeing him weird from the other side of the couch. The devil was worried that he had been intruding by loitering at his partner’s place, the stare of varying states from the angel felt like it was solidifying that concern.
“Do you know what your measurements are?” Lawrence asked outright.
“My measurements..?”
“Like, for clothing.”
“I think the last time someone gave me any sort of numbers was right before the Conclave.”
“Can I measure you?”
Vergil’s eyebrow quirked up. “Should I be worried about an upcoming event? Do I need to get some type of formal wear?”
“No, no, no! It’s uh, er, for a date night thing.”
He set his book down. They hadn’t had a proper date in a rather long time, no thanks to the fact that he had no idea how to bring Lawrence out on one so it usually fell squarely on the angel. “You have my curiosity. What would we be doing that would need something tailored?”
“Well that would ruin some of the surprise, now wouldn’t it?” The ranger got up from his seat to stand next to him, “So- can I measure you?”
“I don’t see why not.” He set the book on the end table and got up. Lawrence walked into another room and grabbed a measuring tape that was probably lying on a table waiting. Measurements started with height, length of his legs, and length of his shoulders. Pretty much all of the measurements after that could probably be seen as the angel having ulterior motives.
Lawrence wasn’t shy about his fixation with the devil’s thighs and he certainly wasn’t hiding the fact he was lingering on them. The ranger was kneeling behind him and wrapping the tape around his hips and it was difficult to not squirm. “Sweetheart, you’re changing your hip measurements with your…well.”
“Physical reaction is to be expected when you hnn-” Vergil felt Lawrence rub him through his pants and then immediately abandon it to measure his waist. He could feel him stand up to measure his chest. A hand settled on his waist as the tape was pulled tight across the front of his chest and it was a fight to not groan at the sensation. “I’m beginning to think you don’t actually need my measurements.”
A light kiss ghosted his neck, “No, I still do.”
“Then you have terrible focus.”
“I have fantastic focus.” Lips found his earlobe and sucked gently, “The fact that my focus happens to be,” Hands came up and squeezed at his chest, “on these, is irrelevant.”
“Perhaps we can finish this up…”
“That’d be no fun, I’m kind of liking what the measuring tape is doing to you.”
“I don’t think the measuring tape is ngh- the one doing anything to me.”
Lawrence suckled gently on his neck and let go of him to wrap the tape around both his arms and his chest and pull his back completely flush with his chest. The angel lightly sank his teeth into the crook of his neck as one hand once again slithered past his belt to massage him through his pants. Vergil shuddered against the warm body behind him. “Y’know, never considered that you might be into being tied up. Might be kind of fun, hmm?”
“Never considered it,” He choked back a noise as Lawrence stroked him slowly.
“We should try it out.” Lawrence pulled the measuring tape tight, “I’ll make sure you’re comfortable, you trust me right?”
“With my life.”
The angel kept nursing a spot on his neck. “Excellent.” The hand at his pants started working at his belt.
And then Lawrence’s phone rang. Right at the end table next to them. He really hoped that his partner would just ignore the call, he was past the point of riled up now and wanted to keep heading towards where this was heading.
But the call was answered. Ok. He could wait a few minutes. A short wait would not detract from the high he was starting to feel. “Sorry honey, I am needed. Got your measurements though. Pick you up at seven from your place in two days for our date?”
“Wh- Two days?!”
“Gotta do an overnight trip for the family tonight it seems. Day two will be me getting everything together, then I come to get you. Don’t stress too much.” Lawrence planted a kiss on his cheek, “Need a lift home first?”
“Uh, eh- yes?” He was too far in his aroused brain fog to speak clearly.
“Can do.”
He was dropped off outside the Devil May Cry office and left with little more than a quick, chaste goodbye peck. Dante made a few passing comments to him when he entered and he replied with brief answers.
“You alright?”
Vergil sat on that question a bit. “No.” Dante’s face immediately jumped to panic.
“Something happen between you and blondie?”
“No.”
“Is it health related? We don’t exactly have any health complications…ever.”
“I’m fine. Just…a little confused by Lawrence’s behavior today.”
“Good or bad?”
Some of it very good . He thought to himself, “Last minute family call. I always have some concern over those.”
“Oh, yeah. I could see that being a problem. Hopefully that goes alright.”
Vergil replied with a hum. He roamed upstairs to his space, shut the door, and flopped onto his bed. It was one of the few times in his life where he felt frustrated enough to be tempted to yell into a pillow, or in a more depraved thought, hump into it. He had the restraint not to, but the reality of having to wait two days to see his lover again was unbearable. Especially as he was left so unsatisfied after the short interaction he’d had earlier.
It would pass. He was convincing himself that now that he was alone again, he could get some more reading in, settle down, and he’d relax for another day.
He could not be more wrong.
Physically, he was mostly calmed down from earlier that evening, not completely though. His mind was for all intents and purposes completely gone. He’d gotten through about five pages in his book and frankly he couldn’t remember much of what occurred on the pages.
He missed Lawrence, he’d come to terms that his romantic feelings left him longing when they had to part, especially when it was abruptly. However he was left with a less than pure longing as well and it would proceed to leave an ache in the lower half of his body. He supposed he could cure that himself but he was so prideful that it felt like surrender, not to mention it would not be the same as his partner’s touch.
Sleep was his next plan, if he couldn’t get rid of the urge, he’d simply compel himself to be unconscious for most of it. He’d only recently started sleeping better so tonight was back to square one with the disturbance in his psyche. Miserable hours of staring at his ceiling or corralling his brain to normal thoughts like paperwork or someone in the squadron destroying someone’s tool shed as collateral. Something mundane and somewhat stressful.
He would eventually find sleep but he’d wake up the next day in even worse shape. Was it his human half succumbing to lustful thoughts or his demon half pulling him towards sinful instincts? Or some unholy combination of the two giving him the worst of both worlds? The worst part was that both halves could be sated by Lawrence. The man was gentle and loving and bright and the human side found comfort and trust while the demon half acknowledged that he was also capable of putting him through a wall during a fight and some mixture of that was sending blood straight to his cock.
He wondered which family member called or which of them had gotten into enough trouble to warrant a last minute meeting. Picking a fight with them would simultaneously solve his issue of not being around Lawrence while also probably spurring on a short fight with him as a reaction. The devil in him purred at the thought of a fight ending in being pinned to the ground by the angel. It was infrequent that a loss to someone in combat seemed exciting but he supposed that Lawrence was different.
He still had at least a day and a half to go. Maybe he should surrender to his urges and just take care of it…he’d be unable to get anything done otherwise. Vergil was also just self-aware enough that he was going to be short tempered in this state and figured it would be a mercy to anyone who needed him today.
He’d barely get past a few experimental strokes to himself before he received a phone call. It was Maeve from what he could tell on the screen and she did not relent after he attempted to ignore the first few calls. Finally he gave in and answered.
“What do you need?!”
“Aye, chill out Captain hard ass! What, did I interrupt something with you and boyfriend?”
“..No.” He grumbled out through his teeth.
“I was bored and you usually aren’t doing anything, introvert you are.”
“Get to the point Maeve.”
“Fuck, you’re really moody today. I’m outside, just wanted to give you a heads up before I came upstairs to you. Y’know be clothed or something. Like, you’re hot and all, I just don’t want Renny obliterating me because I saw his man naked.”
“You’re just standing outside?”
“Not anymore, I’m walking in now.” The line clicked off and Vergil did his best to not look like a mess.
He buttoned his pants back up and seconds later pink hair burst his door open. “Do you have no sense of shame or privacy?”
“Not really.” She was a little too comfortable admitting that. “Why? You doing something weird in your room?”
“No.”
“That response was too quick, you were totally doing something weird.” She sat down on his bed. “No shame big guy, you’re at least partially human and people do that sometimes.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Maeve.”
“Oh you definitely do. I’m aware that you were up to something because your pants are buttoned wrong. I don’t judge.” She flopped onto her back and started looking through her phone. He glanced down and noticed that one button was done up incorrectly. “Can’t bootycall to fix your problem?”
“Family called for him yesterday.”
She glanced past her phone at him, “Cockblocked by family? That’s rough buddy.”
“Why are you here, Maeve?”
“Told you, I’m bored. Hey you swing both ways, is this guy hot or am I just starting to get desperate?” She turned her phone around and showed him an image of some stranger with dark hair.
“Am I supposed to have an opinion on him?”
“Forgot, he’s not a blonde, not your type.”
“Go away, Maeve.”
“Ooh, you are in a mood today. Normally you just ignore me with your book, today you’re actively trying to shoo me. Just text him to come over and emphasize that you need him so you can get your dick wet.” She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, “Or is it the other way ‘round?”
“Maeve” He did not want to be talking about this with her or at all really.
“I don’t know! You peg- heh me as a guy that probably tops but like…you’re also down bad enough for Ren that I could totally see him being the one guy able to bend you over.”
That was not an image he needed right now. He crossed his legs a bit as he leaned against the desk in his room. “Why not bother literally anyone else today?”
“Why not send your boyfriend encouragement to come home early? And for your info, it’s because you’re the most fun to irritate.”
“Encouragement how? Threaten to fight someone?”
“What? No! Like nudes or something. Oh, wait- you’re awful with tech, huh? Surely you can figure out how to take photos of yourself naked though.”
“Do people do that??”
“Uh, yeah? I mean I feel like even in the olden days a lass would send a painting to her lover or something, the concept isn’t new. Just send him a picture of you in thigh highs or something, that’ll probably call him home faster than a greased pig. Before you ask, he’s very drunkenly admitted to being into your legs once, and he thinks he’s slick staring at them. Maybe no one else notices, but dear god I notice him doing it way too often.”
“Alcohol loosens his lips a bit much at times…”
“Eh, he’s never spilled anything about you when I ask, so don’t worry too much. Do you even own a pair of thigh highs? I feel like you don’t even have a clue what they are.”
“I can infer, and no I do not. Why would I?”
“I just figured out what to do today.”
“I am not purchasing-”
“Cheap ass, I’ll buy them myself then. You’ll thank me later.”
It didn’t matter the back and forth, his pink haired companion was just as stubborn as himself but also far more obnoxious than him. She sifted through packages of legwear at the store and occasionally held one up and looked between him and the box in her hand before putting it back and rummaging some more.
Vergil was just focused on being as invisible as possible standing amidst the shelves and displays of fancy undergarments. A staff member approached them, “Finding everything alright, miss?”
“Do you have these in a size larger?” She handed the staff one of the packages.
“We might in the back, but they’d be too big for you I’m afraid.”
“Oh, not for me, for him.”
Vergil felt his face ignite. “They’re not for-”
“Oh! No worries, I’ll go see if we have any.” The staff member smiled and walked off.
“She doesn’t care. I don’t care. Stop worrying so much.”
“Someone like myself doesn’t exactly fit into this…this environment.”
“Anyone can fit into it, relax. See, there’s another dude over there.” She gestured vaguely at a man wandering between the shelves across the store. “Do you want to entice Lawrence home early or what?”
“You’re certain this would even work?”
“Probably. Hey maybe we should get some garters to go with them-”
“No.”
“Killjoy.”
“Here you are miss. These should be the size you’re looking for.” The staff handed her the package.
“Oh, perfect. We’ll take them.”
She purchased them and brought them home. He refused to let her back into the Devil May Cry and he was grateful the bag that held their purchase was unmarked.
“You think you can figure out the concept of the tasteful nude yourself?”
“Even if I couldn’t, I would most certainly not enlist any help with such a thing.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “Go get your man back early, hmm? You’ll be less of a grump then.”
It took him an hour after she left for him to even open the package. What if he did this and it changed how Lawrence viewed him? What kind of image would he send? Lawrence had never sent him anything visual before, suggestive texts, sure, but never pictures. He went through the efforts of locking his door prior to removing most of his clothing. He pulled the socks all the way up and looked at his legs while sitting on his bed. Would Lawrence really appreciate this?
Phones weren’t his forte and his embarrassment was through the roof, so he took several photos just to immediately erase them. He finally settled on one that showed his entire bare lower body, save for the stockings. His ankles using the end of the bed frame to prop up into view.
He sent the first message to Lawrence, something innocuous. “Is your family still holding you up?”
A few minutes pass before a reply comes in, “Unfortunately, yes. Miss you too, sweetheart.”
“Any chance you will be home today instead?”
“Probably not.”
Vergil sat and tried his best to think of a response that would segue into the image well but he was drawing mostly blanks. Maybe he shouldn’t send something so ridiculous. At this point it was just a little over one more day. He could wait. As if in protest to his reasonable thoughts, his mind chose to remind him of how things were going just before Lawrence left. His belly filled with warmth again. Ok, if it went poorly, he could just wallow in shame for a day and then pretend it didn’t happen.
“Are you certain?” It was the best response he could think of before he hit send on the image of himself. After he hit send, he was hit with a wave of shame- what was he doing? He deleted the image off his phone and waited with dread over the response, or worse, a lack of one.
Five minutes passed and the worry was the only thing that was quenching his body’s desire. The little dots indicating a reply popped up finally, then vanished, then popped up again. These would cycle a few more times before a message from his lover displayed.
“Oh. My. God. Never in my life would I expect you to send me something like this but never have I been so, so happy to be wrong. I did not want to be here in the first place over dumb shit but now I’m missing all that. How long have you owned those? Can you take Monday off? Please take Monday off. I want an extra day to do unspeakable things with you.” He did not want to owe Maeve nor admit that her ploy at least had a positive reaction. Another message came in, “We can skip the date part of date night. I’m all for romancing, but you look far too good for me to waste any time on it when I get back. Please let me fuck you in those. Promise I will make your week, no, your year tomorrow night.”
While he supposed he was going to earn his want slightly earlier than anticipated, it was still going to be tomorrow. He was now also tormented by praise from his lover. Task failed successfully, he was now feeling needier and only marginally closer to his goal. Think of paperwork. Think of bills that need to be paid. Think of deciphering taxes or the instruction manual to the refrigerator they had to replace last month.
Life was good when he was properly distracted and he could be somewhat productive the rest of the day, only somewhat being reminded when he returned to his room to retire for the night and saw the stockings in their box in a drawer. Tomorrow would be soon enough and he could finally find himself out of the second worst rut in his life.
The next day would tick by so slowly though he contemplated walking over to Lawrence’s place early to avoid having to wait for a car ride with him. By midday he decided that he was just going to do it. He had deliberated on putting the socks back on and encouraged himself to do it by rereading his messages from the day before. He pulled out the spare key and spun around to find Miss Taragon, Lawrence’s neighbor walking to her door across the hallway.
“Hello, dearie. Good to see you visiting as per usual.”
“Ah, yes…I am here rather often.”
“Tell me son, should I leave my hearing aids out tonight? Ha! I’m kidding. Say hello to my dear neighbor, take care.” She hobbled inside her own living quarters.
Inside the apartment he was reminded just why this was a terrible idea. Well, not entirely. The advantage was that no one else but Lawrence was expected to be here. The disadvantage was that he was now surrounded by his partner’s things and importantly his scent. Few more hours, that’s all. Just think of more boring or unpleasant activities and he’d be fine.
Time was a terrible concept and should be eliminated. He’d laid down on the bed, which was a horrible idea to begin with, texted Lawrence to simply come straight home, and then proceeded to be the most hot and bothered, stubborn mess of a hybrid. Pride and instinct once more at war, pride just barely winning out and having him hesitate from touching himself at all.
The lock on the door clicked and Vergil sat straight up. “Babe! I’m back. Sorry I had to leave so suddenly.” The angel walked into the room and set down a bag he’d had in hand.
Vergil took no time getting out of bed and immediately claiming the other man’s lips. The kisses started heavy, full of need, and were far from innocent. “You were gone far too long.” He ground his hips against the angel’s. He’d already waited far longer than he ever wanted to.
“Yeah. I guess I shouldn’t have left you hanging. I’ll take care of you today though.”
“Best get to it then.”
“Would you be up for stuff that’s a little different? You can always tell me to stop.”
“I have told you the last several times that you may try whatever you wish, nothing you offer will frighten me.”
“Ok, ok, just say tomato if you want me to stop.”
“Why tomato?”
“It’s red and I doubt you’ll be lecturing me on fruit tonight.”
“I am not going to stop you-”
“Just in case. Now here, I wasn’t sure how you were going to feel about these after I took your measurements, but after that photo I feel more comfortable asking you to put them on.” He pushed the bag into his arms.
He struggled a bit at first with some of the clasps and wondered if he was even putting it on correctly. He was unaware that his partner wanted him to wear such things. It was sheer and lacy and very strappy. The chest piece left most of his chest open save for lace that sat under his muscles and a strap that attached to a collar piece. The piece that wrapped around his waist and held the stockings up gave him the most grief to hook together, while the undergarments hardly classified as a garment. They were see through and completely open in the back. If he weren’t so pent up already he’d have probably lost more than half his interest just in figuring out how to dress himself.
He wasn’t scared off by the outfit, just a little self-conscious in such a thing. He stepped out of the bathroom and awkwardly walked towards the bed. “Is this what you needed the measurements for?”
“Yes and you are the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid eyes on.” Lawrence walked up and kissed him and wrapped his arms around him. “Still good for anything?”
“You don’t need to keep asking.”
“Word for stop?”
Vergil sighed out of slight impatience, “Tomato. Now, please, it has been the longest two days.”
“So demanding,” the angel kissed him and walked him to the bed. “I told you that rushing was no fun.”
“Is waiting two days rushing by your standards?”
“Oh hush”, Lawrence pushed both of them onto the mattress and kissed him again and then down his neck. Vergil huffed, finally being touched but far too slow for the wait he endured. Hands traced his waist at the garments and then up towards his chest where thumbs graced the exposed skin. Then they traced up his arms, pushing them over his head. The hands didn’t hold them there however and he nearly set them down before something cool and leathery clicked shut around his wrists. His hands were now bound to the bed frame. “You’ve reacted so well to being restrained a bit, figured we’d try it out. Besides, this is partially payback for the whole devil trigger thing. Fun payback though.”
“I recall you actively wanting that when I’d tried to stop you.”
“And you were trying to jump my bones the second I walked in the door.” The angel leaned down and planted a kiss on his chest. “Just be ready to go for a while, yeah?” Lawrence was thorough as he always was. He’d kissed every inch and gotten particularly grabby with the parts of him donning thin, lacy fabric. It felt good and left him panting but the devil needed more, he needed more contact where it mattered.
“Lawrence…” He let out a quiet gasp as teeth found a teased nipple. “...I’m plenty ready.”
“Mm, it’s only been like fifteen, twenty some minutes. Patience.”
“Patience was reserved for the end of a phone call two days ago.”
“Don’t get snarly with me, love.” He bit down on the other one a little harder, earning a louder gasp this time. “But if you insist on being a little greedy I guess I could oblige.” Lawrence climbed off of him and grabbed something from a drawer behind where he could see. “Now close your eyes.” The devil did as he was told and heard a cap pop open. He was finally going to have what he’d waited so agonizingly long for. Weight shifted over him and he fought the urge to open his eyes. A firm hand pushed his thigh open roughly and then a cold, moist sensation pressed against his opening. A cold, hard, metal sensation. “Relax a bit, keep your eyes closed.”
He relaxed and the object widened and pushed into him until it seated within his ass. His breathing was heavy as he wiggled his hips with the cold item filling him. He felt the palm of a hand come up and press on it a bit.
“Not going to fuck you yet, but since you seem to need something so badly, I figure that plug will keep your hole busy for a bit.”
“I wait pretty much all weekend and you plan to placate me with a substitute?”
“Placate? Your ass seems to be enjoying it so far.” Lawrence wiggled the device a bit, tugging lightly and pushing it back in. Vergil let out a choked moan. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll change it out for the larger one, seeing as you like being filled so much. Now, one more thing.” Lawrence got back up and grabbed something else before climbing back over him and tying fabric around his eyes.
It was said that losing a sense heightened others but it was hard to determine how much of the effect was from the blindfold and how much was from being roughly handled as the angel thrust between his thighs. His cock only had contact every so often when a thrust would ghost across it. Despite this he was still moaning under his hands and the way the toy in him would shift or bump with the movements. The hands felt deliciously bruising as they held his legs in position. And then they let go of his legs and the thrusting stopped.
“Why?” Was all he could let out.
“Hold on a moment.” The cuffs clicked off his wrist. “Up and turn over. Up on your knees.” His body moved before his brain did and got up and stood on his knees. “Hands back on the headrest.” The cuffs clicked shut and hands pushed down to angle his back until they stopped to grip his hips. Then the thrusting between his thighs picked back up, this time Lawrence bumped the object with every thrust and Vergil found himself racing towards a long awaited climax. The hands let go of his hips and grabbed the straps that came over his shoulders as part of the garments he had on. The whole chest piece tightened against him and that combined with everything else left him coming, relatively untouched at that.
He cried out over his orgasm, his entire body shivering and his hole clenching down around the toy. Lawrence finished between his thighs shortly after, leaning over and putting his weight on top of him to catch his breath. “Your legs are so fucking beautiful,” He murmured. A few gentle kisses were laid against his cheek. “Alright, ready to keep going?”
He needed another few moments if he was honest with himself, “Main course, already?”
“Mm, not yet. After all that, you’re still impatient?” The weight got off of him but after another noise that sounded like a cap it returned. The plug was pulled from him and he groaned at the loss of it. Barely a moment passed when another cold, hard item pressed up against him. With little resistance and one short push, a larger object sat filling him. “Good boy, you took that very well.” His cock, now hard again, twitched at the praise. The angel pulled slightly out and to the sides, forcing Vergil to move his hips in tandem. “I’m going to flip you back onto your back, ok?”
One rearrangement later and his hands were now tethered to the bedframe apart rather than together. He heard the familiar noise of a cap and felt his legs moved around. Then his cock was freed from their fabric prison and moved, the sensation of being touched at all was almost overwhelming. The warmth that suddenly enveloped it afterwards almost had him seeing stars. His brain could barely process the fact that Lawrence had begun riding him.
“Oh- Fuck-” He barely could utter the curse between each bounce. If he wasn’t still recovering from the first round, he would have come within seconds. He was so overstimulated at the feeling of Lawrence on him and the synchronized pressure in his ass with every hip movement.
“Don’t you dare come yet. I want to ride your dick a while longer.” Weight shifted onto his chest as Lawrence leaned forward for a different angle. “Fuck, so good, Verge. Be a good boy and hold out long enough for me to come. Fuck, hnn, hah.” They were both moaning at a shameless volume now. His hips had started bucking up into his lover on their own. One angle he’d found had the angel nearly shouting, “Just like that. Keep going, just like that…and i’ll- i’ll- fuck, Vergil-”
It was fortunate for him that Lawrence had reached his second climax then because the devil was already spilling his second load into him just before he did. He was already over sensitive. How did Lawrence manage him when he was in his trigger?
He felt the restraints around his hands come loose and Lawrence got off of him and lay down next to him. The cloth over his eyes came off and a warm pair of arms wrapped around him. “Gotta have a little bit of a break.” Lawrence pulled him in close for a kiss. Vergil turned towards him and let his arms down to lay over the angel’s shoulders.
“So much for that long haul you were threatening me with.”
“God, you’re such a brat today. Just ‘cause I’m giving you a breather doesn’t mean we’re done.” Lips took his own as the angel’s hands grabbed his rear and brought their bodies flush. They were decently gross at this point, but Vergil didn’t care as they languidly kissed and embraced. Lawrence groaned into his mouth as he massaged his butt. “You look so good in the lingerie. I want to put you in all sorts of it now.” He started mouthing south to his chest again.
Vergil ran his hand through the ranger’s golden strands as he captured a nipple between his lips. He sighed as the other one was rolled between fingers. A whine escaped him as Lawrence bit down around the sensitive nub, the marks immediately healing away. His hands traced down to his hips where they gripped firmly. The angel’s mouth traced back up to the crook of his neck. Vergil felt too sensitive, his skin tingled at the change in pressure from the fingertips grasping his hips. He could feel the pressure of the toy in him when the hands went back to grabbing his ass and sliding him to meet Lawrence’s hips.
Lawrence nibbled his ear, “I’m going to flip you back over and then you’ll get what you’ve been waiting for,” It was nearly a purr the way he whispered to him. “Let me move your hands, let me know if you’re uncomfortable.”
He let himself be flipped back on his belly. He expected something like the cuffs to make a reappearance but was surprised that after some rustling Lawrence would fold the devil’s arms behind his back and with practiced fingers tie them into place. “Have you practiced for that?”
“The rope I’ve had stashed and unused, after the reaction you had the other day I spent too many late hours at the manor practicing the tie though. I’m starting with one, we’ll see if you enjoy it enough for anything more intricate.” Vergil didn’t manage to bite out a response when his hips were lifted and his face met the pillow as he was slid backwards. Weight laid over the top of him, Lawrence leaning over and conforming to his angled body. Hands groped at his chest as the ranger whispered into his ear, “Far less mouthy with your face down in the pillow, eh?” One hand stayed to squeeze harder at the muscle while one roamed to his once more hardening cock and then back up to his midriff. The hand at his belly caught him as the angel used his knees to spread his legs apart. “You’re doing excellent, darling. Hold this pose for me.” Vergil felt the pillow underneath him heat up with his rapid breaths. The weight on him left and then he let out a muffled groan as Lawrence removed the toy that had been sitting in him.
A rough grip held onto his rear and a confusing wave of arousal and embarrassment flooded him as he felt the angel behind him spread him out and look. He turned his flushed face to look at him, “What’re you doing back there?”
“I can’t admire you? I’m also figuring out if I need to get you more ready.”
“I assure you, there shouldn’t be any need for anything else.”
“You’re being verbose, I’m doing a terrible job if you are making complete sentences.”
Vergil could never retort in time before Lawrence did something to make him replace speech with a much lewder sound. The lube was cold when it met sensitive flesh but said flesh was immediately warmed when Lawrence steadily entered him until he hilted. Something between a moan and a whine escaped him. The ranger did a slow thrust, pressing as deep as he could and Vergil was writhing trying to push back against him.
“There you go, sweetheart.” The thrusts picked up pace slowly, and he could feel himself melting into the pillow. “Ngh, you’re gorgeous like this, babe.”
Vergil could feel his voice getting hoarse as he muffled his sounds into the pillow beneath his face. One hand bruisingly gripped his hip while the other pulled on his restrained arms and something about that made his toes curl. He let out a growl and bit into the pillow to stop the more vulgar noise that came from his chest.
“Don’t hide your noises, love.” It was a command but it sounded so sweet. The grip on his arms moved to the back straps on the garments he wore and a yank had him arching his back up. The straps across his chest squeezed the skin under the tension and the collar tightened lightly against his neck. Lawrence slammed into him at just the right angle and he could no longer bite back any of the sounds that came out of him. They were desperate, guttural, and needy. Grunts, groans, whines, moans, and with his increased volume it spurred the ranger on all the more. He felt his lover’s cock hitting him so deep, in all the right places. Paired with the snug feeling around his body and the surrender to Lawrence’s hands, he was building to a rather spectacular finish.
His climax overtook him and he was seeing white, his partner held up his hips as he kept going. Vergil felt his post orgasm sensitivity skyrocket and Lawrence continued fucking into him from behind. The pace didn’t let up and his body squirmed at every single relentless thrust into his hole. “Lawrence-” He started, “How much- stam-ina- do you- have?” It was hard to get words out as he got the breath knocked out of him.
“This is round three, I’ve got plenty. Payback for the devil trigger remember.”
“Bastard- hahhh…”
“I think it’s fun you tighten every time I pull on the straps.” There was a rougher tug on the chest piece. “Fuck, you really liked that one, huh? The lingerie has somehow made bending you over more fun than usual.”
Lawrence spent the next couple of minutes overstimulating him with different rhythms and different tensions on the things around his body. He was barely clinging to what little stubbornness was not yet fucked out of him. “You’re slowing down- struggling to hold out?”
“I was giving you a merciful break, but if you don’t need one…” His head was buried into the pillow as Lawrence pushed his shoulders down to the bed. The whole frame creaked as the ranger settled into a rough pace. The weight on his shoulders kept him in place as he felt the angel relentlessly rearranged his too-sensitive insides. He could feel himself tighten around Lawrence’s cock and he was coming again. Fingers tugged his hair and he let out a whimper, “Fuck, I’ve made a proper mess of you. Gorgeous mess. Fuck, Vergil, so good.” He came with a groan into the devil.
It was a kindness that he pulled the knot around his arms loose before they both collapsed into a heap. Waking up to Lawrence’s snoring hours later felt like a fever dream, it was enough of one to encourage him to readjust, pull an arm over himself and then go back to sleep. He hoped the warm body at his back would be enough to ease whatever soreness remained in his body tomorrow.