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It was a typical Friday night, Mammon had invited you to his room to watch some Devildom B-list movie. It was always a good time mocking the characters and the convoluted plots that broke down with even a little scrutiny.
You had started the night sitting up on Mammon’s bed, sharing popcorn and bumping elbows at barely hidden innuendos in the actor’s lines, but now you were laid practically horizontal, Mammon’s head resting on your chest. Not because he liked laying on you, he would swear up and down, just because he didn’t have enough pillows to prop both of you up obviously. Nevermind the fact that you could see several peeking over the top of his car in the loft.
The movie was pretty much over, and Mammon’s eyes were staying closed longer and longer with each blink as you rubbed circles on his exposed shoulder, the demon opting for tank tops when lounging in his own bedroom. It was cute how he would fight sleep just to spend more time with you.
The credits started to roll when a thought crossed your mind.
“Hey Mams…”
“Huh? Whaddaya want?” His voice was rougher from drowsiness and his words ran together worse than usual.
“So is the form with the horns and wings and stuff you guys like natural appearance or is it the more human one?”
“Geeze whatcha gotta go askin’ hard questions for all of a sudden.”
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I could probably go ask Satan or Lucifer.” You grinned to yourself. “In fact, the movies over… I’ll just go now.” You shifted slightly like you were really going to get up just to mess with him and giggled internally when his hands tightened in the fabric of your clothes almost immediately.
“Woah woah woah woah. Whatcha gonna ask them for when you got ME! THE Mammon here to answer anything you ever want to know. Everyone knows I’m the smartest and handsomest demon in the whole of Devildom!” He sat up, looking you over as he hyped himself up.
“Please great and powerful demon of greed, impart upon me your sacred knowledge.” You shifted to put your head on his lap and grinned as he flushed scarlet and seemed to short circuit for a moment.
“A-anyway… I guess technically speakin’ yeah the one with wings and stuff is our natural appearance.”
“Does it hurt to hide it?” Genuine curiosity thrummed through your veins. No one ever really wanted to tell you the nitty gritty of the Devildom. They just wanted to play a mock-up of high school and keep you out of the loop for how the actual domain functioned.
“Nah. It can be a little uncomfortable and takes a little magic to hold, but lookin’ like a human has its perks. Gets a little hard movin’ through crowds if everyone has wings and tails y’know.” Mammon’s hand had started absentmindedly carding through your hair as he spoke. You weren’t even sure if he knew he was doing it, but it felt nice.
“I was worried you guys were walking around like that because of me.”
“Weeeeellll…”
“You’re kidding!”
“Just around the house! We didn’t know how you’d react to us big, scary demons when you got here!”
“Is that why I’ve only seen your normal look when you’re upset and during special occasions?”
Mammon went silent at that, hand still carding through your hair as the TV finally entered sleep mode, the movie long forgotten.
“Mams?”
“Huh? Oh yeah… I dunno, guess I’m still not used to it all the way. Don’t get me wrong! I know I look good… but being an angel for so long,,, it throws me off when I see the demon wings.” There was a sadness in his eyes as he spoke, one that you rarely ever saw.
“Hey,” You reached up, palm cupping his cheek to comfort him, “We’re all here together now and that’s all that matters.”
He nodded, eyes still misty and you sat up and pressed a soft kiss to each cheek and then his lips. When you pulled back he was pouting and flushed.
“Ya didn't hafta do all that.” He feigned irritation, but you knew he was just putting on a show, it was what he always did. “I wasn’t even that upset!”
“Can I see your normal form?” You watched his face for any sign of discomfort, ready to rescind your request but he just sighed and dropped his glamour.
His true form had always been breath-taking to you. The twisted horns and white birthmarks were beautiful, elegant, and tantalizing. You reached out slowly, fingers brushing the one that sat on his throat like an invitation to taste his skin.
Mammon shifted the sense in your mannerisms. You and he had messed around enough for him to know what was coming, and he didn’t fight it. In fact, he welcomed it. Movie night was usually just an excuse to get you alone for cuddling or fucking or, on his most favorite days, both.
So when your fingers brushed the sensitive skin of his throat, he released a shaky breath, like all the tension in his body vanished at once and yet he felt like he’d never been higher strung.
“Can I kiss you?” You whispered softly, already leaned close, asking for that and so much more. He whimpered slightly, cheeks warmed and confidence and nervousness playing across his features in nervous measure. After a moment, he nodded, and you leaned in and kissed him with a fever that surprised even you, and he returned it with a hunger you recognized.
Mammon might not have been the demon of lust, but his aspect of greed didn’t confine itself to money, it was the drive to have everything and that included you in any way he could have you.
When the kiss finally broke, it left you both panting and hazy. You hands immediately went to tracing the white markings along Mammon’s torso while you finally gave into the urge to bite at the one on his throat. He groaned, hands gripping the sheets as you mouthed at the sensitive skin.
“You don’t like how you look when you’re like this?” You questioned between bites, dark bruises already blooming beautifully on his tanned skin.
“I- hhhhn- I was prettier as an angel.” He choked out the sentence, hips already jumping slightly with the teasing stimulation to his skin. “Dunno, it’s not bad, just a little scary for you maybe…”
“I think you’re beautiful regardless.” You pulled away from his neck and pressed a softer kiss to his lips. “Let me show you?”
He answered you with another kiss, this one hungrier. That was a yes, definitely a yes, especially when he pulled you onto his lap.
Mammon had an inclination for control, but it was even better when he let you take the reins. You let him grope and move you for a moment as the kiss turned to a heated makeout sessions, his dick straining against his tight pants as you finally worked the fastenings loose that held his stupid little jacket to his chest harness and pushed the annoying fabric off his shoulders.
You broke the kiss to admire him now that his arms were free, the delicate lines of his birthmarks curving over the well sculpted muscles. His face was even prettier, flushed and desperate, little pants of hot breath coming from his mouth as he watched your eyes rake over him.
He yelped slightly in surprise as you moved to lick at the marks along his collarbone, the slight sheen of sweat on his skin salty on your tongue, the shudder that ran through him even more delicious.
He really was being so good. You were going to have to reward him for that later, but for now you settled for following the markings across the span of his chest, nipping and licking at them as you worshiped every inch of paler skin. You stopped to tease his nipples for a minute, listening to him panting and suppressing groans. His erection was now painfully hard against your thigh and you rocked your hips to tease him, the little bit of friction making him moan, probably louder than was wise.
“Mammon~ You need to be quieter~ You wouldn’t want to stop now would you?” You saw him grit his teeth.
“Need you… please…” He barely choked the words out and you weren’t doing him any favors, pinching at his poor nipples while he tried to speak.
“Have to make sure you know how pretty you are first, baby.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pushing him back to recline. He was stronger than you, there was no denying that, but he yielded easily to the silent command, laying back against the pillows that had propped you up earlier.
You removed yourself from his lap and instead laid on the bed between his legs, ignoring his aching cock pressed so hard against the fabric, begging for release, to instead kiss your way along the line that decorated his ribs and stomach. Every press of your lips along his skin made every muscle in his body tense.
You finally moved to undo his belt, pulling it through the loops and making him hiss in anticipation.
“Ya- ya gotta stop teasin’...” His sentence cut short as you grabbed his cock through his pants, giving it a playful squeeze.
“I’m in charge tonight Mams. Let me do what I want”
“Yeah yeah yeah okay.” He groaned as you rubbed him through the fabric, hips arching to meet your hand when you pulled away. The look of disappointed frustration on his face sending excitement thrumming through your veins.
“Patience, love, we have all night.” You smiled at him as you got up to get lube and the strap on out of his bedside table. You turned and saw he had finally shucked his pants, hand moving absentmindedly over his weeping cock, pre-cum spread shiny down the shaft.
“Mammon.” The tone of your voice was sharp and his hand immediately dropped back to the sheets.
“What? I didn’t do anythin’ wrong.”
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
“Didn’t realize I need permission from a pathetic little human to do what I wanna do.”
“Well if that’s how you feel I guess I can just go back to my room…”
“Nonono you’re not just any human! You’re my human. Come back please please please.”
You made a non-committal hum as you stripped from your pajamas and fastened the harness around your hips.
Soon you were back on the bed, kissing Mammon like he was the air you breathed and pointedly ignoring his aching cock as it strained against your hip. When you finally broke the kiss, you fisted his cock and stroked him slowly, savoring every whimper and moan that slipped past his lips. It didn’t take long for you to notice the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching. You brought him right to the edge and stopped. Leaving him pouting.
“That was for touching yourself.”
“No fa-AIR” His voice jumped as you poured cold lube over his cock and down to his asshole. He jumped when you started pumping his cock again. He leaned in to kiss you, letting you swallow his moans and groans as he approached orgasm again and whining when you finally pulled away to start working him open.
Your lubed fingers met minimal resistance, Mammon already practiced in letting you peg him. He would never admit how much he loved it but you knew just from the way he would antagonize you some days.
He melted under your careful ministrations as you fingered him loose enough to take the toy attached to the harness and jerked him off at the same time. What you didn’t expect was him choking out your name and cumming in your face as soon as you hit his prostate.
He shuddered as the final wave of his orgasm washed over him and sheepishly made eye contact with you.
“‘M sorry. It felt too good.”
“That’s okay Mams… gonna give you at least two more.”
Before he could process what you said, you had his legs folded to his chest and the tip of the silicon member lined up with his well-prepped hole. In one smooth movement you shoved the whole length in, watching Mammon go cross-eyed as he practically screamed his moan was so loud.
“Oh you like that, huh? Like being treated like a fuck toy?” You rolled your hips shallowly against his, giving him time to adjust after the sudden intrusion. He was gasping for air, teeth gritted tight to keep from moaning with every little movement.
“Be careful! ‘M still sensitive!” He gave you a bratty glare, like he thought he was in charge. You would have to show him otherwise.
“Are you now?” You brushed your hand over his dick, still hard and throbbing. “I shouldn’t do this then, should I?” You gave him a slick smile before pulling the strap almost all the way out before thrusting back in.
His hands clawed at the sheets, back arching as his eyes rolled in his skull. If he had had the ability to cum again already, he would’ve, instead he let out a choked whine as every muscle in his body tensed and shook slightly.
You leaned down and pepper his face in kisses while he caught his breath, drinking in the little whimpers that escaped his throat and keeping as still as you could. It only took a minute for him to start rolling his hips against yours, desperate for friction as his cock ached where it was pressed between you.
You gave in to his silent request, leaning back up on his haunches and using your grip on his legs for leverage as you set a steady pace, angling the strap to grind against his prostate with every thrust.
He looked like perfection, tanned skin flushed dark and chest heaving. His hands scrabbled to touch you, craving the physical intimacy but unsure how to ask for it.
You leaned down to kiss him, folding him practically in half and thrusting in him at a harsher angle. He had moved his hands above his head and you laced his fingers through his as you kissed him like it was the only thing you were born to do.
The pressure the strap put on your body was sending zings of pleasure up your spine, you were sure you looked even half as fucked out as Mammon did. His moans and babbles urging you on.
You finally reached down and gave his cock a couple short strokes and that was all it took to have him spilling again. He teared up as you kept thrusting, caught between begging for more and begging for you to stop. You wanted to see him cry and you had promised him one more orgasm anyway.
Your own orgasm was fast approaching, stimulation ramping up as your pace grew frenzied. You slammed the strap into him hard, curt thrusts making him gasp for breath with each one. The gathered tears in his eyes finally spilled over and it sent you over the edge. You came as you worked him through his final orgasm, he didn’t even have anything left to cum, dick jerking as he came dry and sobs and moans ringing in your ears.
You laid on his chest, strap buried deep in him as you both caught your breath. Once you could think again you leaned up and kissed him softly, hands cupping his cheeks.
“You did so good for me Mammon.” A kiss to his nose. “Are you okay? Do you want some water?”
“‘M fine.” He leaned up to kiss you again. Hissing as you pulled the strap out of his sensitive hole. You ran your fingers through his hair before getting up and grabbing him a bottle of water out of the minifridge anyway. He always put on a brave face but you would never skip aftercare. He was too perfect, too precious, to neglect. You undid the buckles of the strap as he drank the water and moved to the bathroom in his room to run a warm tub of water. It would be a while yet until you both slept.