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Another day had come and gone.
Another day spent working tirelessly until your shoulders were stiff and your feet sore.
Another day to be grateful for the massive stacks of pillows at your back and even more to elevate your feet, encompassing you in the feeling that could only be described as plush.
Belphegor yawned and wrapped his arms around his most favored pillow, you, and nuzzled his cheek against your stomach.
Another day to enjoy the subtle expressions on his sweet face.
You ran your fingers through his hair again, mindlessly drawing slow circles while scrolling through DevilGram. Still too awake to sleep, but too tired to do much else.
But he didn’t seem to mind.
Instead, he only wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled closer, some words he was too asleep to say humming in his throat.
Cute.
You smiled to yourself and gently caressed his bangs away from his eyes to let him rest unbothered, then followed the motion around to the back of his head.
Black and white.
You caught one of his locks around your finger and let it twirl in slow circles, admiring the gentle shine of both colors together.
Asmo was such a good brother. He must encourage proper hair care with everyone.
Belphegor stirred and the lock fell delicately, leaving only a whisper of gentle silk behind.
Or maybe after centuries of complaining and nagging they finally let him have some influence over their hygiene routines.
“Don’t… stop…” he slurred, surprising you. “…feels… nice…”
“Spoiled,” you murmured with a gentle smile, threading your fingers through his hair again to give his scalp a gentle scratch. “I thought you were asleep.”
He mumbled something close to an ‘I am’ and nuzzled again with a soft sigh. Then he let out another, more annoyed the second time, when your gentle laughter jostled him.
“Sorry,” you whispered, petting him again. “It’s not my fault you’re cute.”
“Mm… cute?” he hummed, deceptively letting his words drawl now to feign more sleep talk, but you knew better.
He was far too alert for that.
But you’d play along~
“Mhm,” you stroked his hair again, watching ebony fall across ivory with a gentle smile. For the longest time you’d thought Asmo helped him color his hair, but couldn’t guess which part was natural and which part had been dyed. No roots ever showed either, so unless Asmo was diligent (and Belphie was willing to follow along with the required maintenance), there was no way it was anything other than natural.
Which… honestly wasn’t all that strange when you thought about it some more. Leviathan’s hair was purple for crying out loud! Why not just chalk it up to magic genetic code or some other who-cares-whatever-the-reason and just believe demons could naturally have two-toned hair?
Still though…
A smile tugged at your lips.
“Your hair is so pretty,” you murmured, watching black cleanly transition to white as hair fell through your fingers. “Does Asmo color it for you?”
He grunted and tucked his face in his arm as if hiding from such a stupid question would be answer enough.
Too bad for him, though.
“It’s impressive,” you continued, twirling your fingers along the back of his head to tousle and tickle his scalp. “You must make him do it every week for it to look so clean~ who knew you could be so meticulous.”
He grunted again and you felt his fingers pinch around your thigh.
You smirked. Was that a warning?
“I hope you say thank you when he’s done. I bet it’s a lot of work for him to do week after week, especially if you fall asleep in the chair.”
Another sleepily annoyed huff.
Another retaliation via hair fluffing with a giddy tousle.
“Aw, you must wake him up so early too so no one else sees, huh? Asmo’s a saint, you should treat him to a spa day. Or maybe—“
“Quit it,” he lifted his arm to knock away your hand. “The only thing Asmo does for me is my nails.”
“You mean you do it yourself?” you asked, raising your voice an octave or two to really sell it.
He lifted his head and looked up at you like you were the dumbest thing he’d ever seen.
“No.”
It was hard to keep a straight face.
“Oh…”
You let the word drift along to settle your nerves. He just looked so cute when he was grumpy!
“Beel, then?” You persisted, tilting your head with your best attempt at innocence. “While you’re sleeping?”
Your heart skipped when such gentle violet crystallized, darkening even as his voice remained flat.
“No,” He moved to sit up. “My hair just does what it wants. That’s all.”
“Ohhhh,” you drawled as if he’d revealed such a great mystery. “That’s so cool I had no idea!”
He shot you a pointed look and you bit back a smile.
Oops.
Might’ve oversold it a bit there.
He sat back to rub his neck with a sigh. “Why does it matter what color it is anyway?”
“Oh, it doesn’t!” you said, “I was just curious is all.”
He opened his eyes again, visibly annoyed.
“You…” He trailed off and then seemed to change his mind. He closed his eyes with a small smile, “Well… if it’s me you’re curious about, I guess that’s okay.”
He almost made this too easy now.
You nodded and turned your head down to conceal your smile, if only just a bit.
“Yeah, I just thought you liked cows a lot or something. It makes way more sense to think it’s because you are a cow.”
“I… what?”
You bit back a laugh and kept your head down.
“Well like… with the cow pillow and your demon getup I thought it was all just some aesthetic you were really into or something.” The bed shifted and you pressed your lips together.
“Look up at me.”
His voice was soft but its edge was not.
You obliged and were instantly rewarded with a chill down your spine.
“Do you mean to tell me…” Crystallized violet reawakened with a deep magenta glow. “You think I’m a cow?”
A warning.
You gazed into his eyes, heart starting to race.
“If Beel’s supposed to be a fly and Levi some kind of sea serpent…” you trailed off and he scoffed, drawing himself up on his knees with his hand on his chest.
“Nothing about me is associated with cattle.”
You bit your lip, daring him to retaliate.
“If the tail fits—“
Energy crackled in the air and he fell upon you before you could fully register he’d shifted.
“Really?” He leaned over you, trapping you between his arms with a snarky grin on his face. “You pride yourself on logic, but that’s your argument?”
Said tail swayed behind him slowly, telegraphing his mood. Whether it was intentional or not was another story.
You kept eye contact and reached up to tap the horseshoe on his chest. “Well, I’ll admit this does throw off my theory a little but…” you brushed your fingers along the cow print, “C’mon. You carry that pillow with you practically everywhere you go, and you have this on your jacket.”
“Surely you’re not telling me you can’t separate clothing from reality.” He gave you a patronizing smirk, “You do know mascots aren’t really bigheaded humanoid animals, right?”
You blinked. “Wait. They’re not?”
He faltered, but only for half a breath before he was moving to shove you out of bed.
“Get out.”
“Hey- Wait!” You laughed, trying to roll around him but he succeeded and you fell onto the plush rug on the floor with a muffled thud.
“Belphie!”
“If you’re going to be an idiot go bother Mammon or something.” He said flatly, flopping onto the pile of pillows and turning his back to you.
You picked yourself up with an exaggerated huff. “Well. That was rude.”
No response from the demon.
Not even a tail flick to acknowledge he’d heard you.
You smirked.
“Aw, did my teasing make someone moo-dy?”
The end of his tail twitched ever so slightly.
“It’s okay~ I heard cows can be stubborn.”
That time it made an angry thump.
“Aw don’t so be grumpy,” you pouted, leaning forward with your hands on the bed. “Belphie.”
He twisted to look back at you with a tired annoyance.
“What?”
“I’m sorry,” you said, dropping down to your knees and resting your chin on the mattress with your best pout. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He scoffed and sat up on his elbow. “I’m not upset, why would you think I’m so fragile?”
“Oh I don’t know,” you said, sitting back on your heels. “I just wanted to make an heifer-t to support my demon boyfriend is all.”
“For the love of-“ He sat up on his knees and yanked his jacket up over his head, only cussing a little when it got stuck on his horns before chucking it on the floor. Then he looked at you and pointed at himself. “There. No more spots. Will you quit insisting I look like a cow now?”
How now brown cow.
Heh heh.
He groaned inwardly. “Why are you smiling like that?”
You grinned at him. It wasn’t often you could see him in such soft colors, the baby blue of his shirt making his eyes even brighter.
“No reason. Hey, off topic but do you think a cow can change its spots?”
He scowled and clapped a hand over his neck. “These don’t count.”
“So a cow can’t change its spots?”
“Would you—“ He pointed at his head. “At least call me something like a ram or a bull!”
You shook your head, “Demons can’t be sheep and bulls don’t have horns like those.”
His eyes narrowed. “Now you’re just making up rules.”
“As if you haven’t done the same before,” you countered with a smirk.
He sighed and moved off the bed, “I don’t make the rules, I just choose how to obey.”
You watched him as he walked around closer to you, so captivated in the way he moved you didn’t even realize you were still on the floor until you were looking up at him.
He leaned down with his hands on his knees and the sweetest smile on his face as he met your line of sight.
“Hey…”
“H-Hey,” you murmured back, somehow finding yourself speechless. Immune to charms or not, he still had a way of catching you breathless.
He paused, then closed his eyes with a small smile. “You okay?”
“Yeah…” Your heart skipped a beat. “You?”
“I’m okay,” he agreed, voice soft and smooth.
“Good,” you breathed out, instantly feeling stupid when he laughed under his breath.
“Would you…” He tilted his head and tucked his bangs behind his ear, gazing at you shyly. “Could you do me a favor?”
“S-Sure.”
His smile was so damn soft and kissable, and he gazed at you coyly.
“Could you… leave? I don’t feel safe falling asleep with a moron watching my back.”
Could you…
What.
“You dick!” You reached up to shove away that stupid cute face but suddenly found yourself on your back, gazing up at that damn face grinning gleefully.
“Oh, we’ve moved on to dick now, have we?” His tail moved lazily behind him and only when he adjusted his grip did you realize he’d pinned you to the floor. “You’ve become so bold with your language~”
There he was.
“I was,” you swallowed to keep your voice level, but the thrill in your chest rose higher when you saw that gleam. “I was… flirting… with you.”
“By insulting me?” He leaned down closer as if he might kiss, his cadence sultry and cold. “You know I’ve tolerated less from humans.”
“Yeah, but I’m different because you love me.”
His nose wrinkled slightly and you grinned.
“See? I knew you—“
He sat enough of his weight on your stomach to erase your words in a huff.
“What was that? Didn’t hear you~”
He lifted himself up on his knees again, smirking down at you expectantly.
“I like that color on you,” you said instead, smiling up at him. “You look cute in T-shirts too.”
He frowned and sat up on his knees, letting go of your arms in the process.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am!” You said cheerfully, intentionally misunderstanding again and reaching up to rub your hands up his shirt. “Blue suits you, you should wear it more.”
He said nothing and brushed your hands aside, pointedly looking away from you.
“What? Do you not like blue?”
His annoyed glare would never not make you smile.
Even if it was only the briefest of glances~
“I like seeing you this way too,” you said, speaking softer and a little more genuinely. “More… you.”
You looked down at the hem of his shirt and gripped it tight. At first he’d done it to intimidate you, then to test you, and now…
His tail swept a heavy breeze behind him.
Now it just… came naturally…
The space above you darkened and you looked up to see him leaning over you with his hands above your head.
“You can’t expect me to believe you think I’m so simple,” he said quietly, watching his hands at his shirt with a… mixed expression.
“You can’t win me over with flattery and praises like you do with Mammon.”
“I know.”
You slipped your fingers under his shirt, feeling him tense as your fingertips touched his skin.
Never.
“I think I know some way I could convince you to forgive me though.”
Your reached up further and gently rubbed your palm against his abdomen, feeling his breathing pick up ever so slightly when you touched along his side.
“What’re you…?”
Tonight felt right.
You hummed and reached up to hug around one of his arms in a mock anchor, rubbing your demon’s belly while he gazed at you in confusion.
“I told you,” you gazed up at him and hooked your fingers into the hem of his pants. “I want to support my demon boyfriend.”
“But I…” His nails dug into the carpet as you unclasped the button. “L… let me calm down first.”
“Why?” You unzipped the fly, your curiosity getting the better of you as you reached into his pants to feel for him. Would it be any different? With just horns and a tail, demons might not be all that—
Oh.
His breathing hitched.
Oh he felt different.
He caught your wrist, cutting your exploration short before it could even truly start.
“What are you doing?”
He might’ve held your wrist, but you could still feel along with your fingers. You stroked what you could reach, feeling yourself getting hot at the thought of just how warm he felt.
“Nothing,” you said, hugging tighter around his arm as if that might distract from the effort to touch him more. “Just trying to convince you to forgive me.”
His grip was firm, but his smile turned coy.
“Is that what you’re doing?”
“Mhm~” you hummed, rubbing up his arm with your other hand. If you couldn’t touch him as you pleased, you could at least insinuate. “Belphie, baby, you know I love ya. Won’t you please forgive me?”
He studied your expression, wary.
You nuzzled your cheek against his arm and made your best attempt to emulate the contradictory innocence he’d mastered.
“How…” He let go of your hand slowly, giving in with a smirk. “How do you intend to do that?”
“Let me see you,” you whispered, eagerly sneaking both hands under his shirt now. “Please?”
He closed his eyes, submitting to your touch with a low hum.
“Appealing for my forgiveness doesn’t usually start with favors.”
“No~ but I can’t earn it if your clothes are in the way.”
“What a shame for you.”
“Aw don’t be like that!” You reached up to hug around his middle and lift yourself up to breathe against his neck just the way he liked.
“Belphie~” You chased the subtle shiver down his spine with a slow swirl of your tongue, “Please… let me—“
He was so fast-!
Your back was on the ground, eyes lost in his before you’d even finished the thought.
And his eyes…
Your heart began to race while he merely steadied himself, holding your arms down firm.
“Fine,” he said quietly. “But I have two conditions.”
An excited thrill tickled deep in your belly and you grinned.
“Okay, shoot.”
His eyes lidded slightly, the mask returning but you’d already seen it.
“If this really is about my forgiveness, the focus should solely be on me.”
“Naturally~”
“And…”
“Are you sure this is what you want?” You asked, looping the curtains around his wrists. Binding curses illuminated across the fabric, allowing it to wind even tighter and hold him fast.
He only nodded and you shrugged, then checked to make sure he had enough pillows to lay comfortably.
“I—“ You bit the tip of your tongue. Forgiveness. You were supposed to be appealing for forgiveness now.
No more teasing.
He glanced up at you, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “You just can’t help it, can you?”
You sighed and turned to kneel by his side, taking in the view as he laid before you, shirtless and bound. “What can I say?” You touched his chest, trailing your fingers along the pattern of spots dotting his skin. They ran down from his neck, looping around and disappearing just under his arm only to begin again at the curve of his hip and disappearing down his pant line, assumedly traveling further down his leg to meet up with the spots you could see at his ankle.
Curious.
You leaned over him to kiss his neck.
“I’m just a flawed human~”
He breathed in sharply and the air above the curtains began to crackle.
But he stayed still.
“You’ve never let a human touch you like this before…” you murmured, rubbing your hand down his abdomen only to rise up again, following his breath, “have you?”
“I—“
You stole his chance to respond with a bite that made him whine.
“I know, I know,” you teased, murmuring into his neck. “I should feel so lucky~”
He groaned as you left your own mark to dot his skin, straining against his binds.
“I wouldn’t act like it’s so special.”
“No?” you hummed, rubbing down his body again and palming over his cock. “Why not? It feels special.”
He laughed softly and bucked up into your hand. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
“You laughed~”
And he sighed.
But he couldn’t sigh away that smile.
You kissed down his chest, rubbing him with your palm until you felt him start to harden. Start to adjust with a shift of his hips. Spreading his legs and groaning under his breath.
“This okay?” you asked, keeping your lips to his skin while watching his face. “Can I…?” You felt around until your fingertips slipped under the hem of his briefs.
He rolled his hips forward and grunted. “I’d be more upset if you didn’t.”
You chuckled and reached in, searching for warmth and finding his cock squashed against his leg. Poor guy~ You guided it to lay against his lower abdomen, giving it room to breathe while your hand dipped lower to cup his balls.
“H-Hh-!”
He bit his lip, the end of his tail curling.
“I’m definitely the first to touch you like this, aren’t I?”
His eyes met yours, violet and glassy. “You’ve touched me before.”
“Mm…” You sat up and gently rolled your palm over his sack. “This is different though.”
His cheeks were flushed, but his stubbornness remained.
“No it isn’t.”
“Yes it is.”
“No it—“
You squeezed his balls ever so slightly.
“Yes it is.”
His eyes flashed and the curses crackled again, holding him fast.
“Sentimentality makes you too cocky.”
“Yeah? And? What’re you gonna do about it?” You grinned, rubbing him with your palm again. “You can’t even move~”
He spread his legs further with a sigh. “You’re awful at apologies.”
You squeezed him again, this time more on reflex. “Oh right…”
He laughed again, his tail relaxing. “You already forgot? I knew humans were selfish, but I didn’t think you were—“ His words cut off with a groan when you squeezed again, feigning innocence with your best pout.
“I said don’t be mean, Belphie~” you cooed, rubbing the base of his cock with the heel of your palm. “I’m trying to make amends here.”
“Are you? Because from here it feels like—“
A shiver rippled up his body as your fingertips ghosted up his length.
“Feels like what?” You asked with a smile, watching his face as you pulled his briefs down, letting his cock spring free.
His eyes narrowed briefly and he tilted his head. “Just how long are you going to test my patience.”
“Until I find out how far I can go~”
He scowled adorably and you couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss his pout.
“You love me, don’t lie.”
“Mm,” he hummed, neither confirming nor denying.
You sighed and sat back again. Stubborn. But that’s okay.
He’ll be saying it soon enough.
You turned your attention to his cock and blurted out the first thought that came to mind.
“Holy fuck you have a cowck.”
“That’s it.” He tucked one of his legs up, “Let me go.”
“Wait no!” You grabbed his thigh and hip reflexively, knowing damn well you couldn’t hold him down even if you tried.
His eyes narrowed again and his tail thumped against the bed irritably.
“I really wasn’t teasing that time, I swear. It just slipped out.”
Another grumpy tail flick and a sigh, but tension remained in his thigh.
You rubbed along the muscle, hoping to soothe while you took a little more care in appreciating his… cowck.
He was… different in this form. More girth for sure. But what’d really surprised you was finding his birthmarks followed down along the curve of his hips and traveled up the side of his cock. A few even accented his balls even though his inner thigh was bare.
“It’s—“
“If you’re smart,” He cut in, “You’ll put that mouth of yours to good use.”
You smiled and glanced at him through the corner of your eye, taking hold of him at the base. Oh he made it so hard not to say anything, but he’d suffered enough.
For tonight anyway.
You leaned in and began to kiss each and every spot you saw on his hip, letting them guide you until you were kissing up his length, lips brushing just below the head. His breathing hitched again and you closed your eyes, tasting the first drops of pre-cum that wept from the tip.
Another stilted breath and you swirled your tongue around the head, a wicked thought tickling in the back of your mind.
Could you…
Maybe…
You inhaled deeply through your nose and tipped your head down, adjusting the angle of your throat before taking him in deep.
“O-Oh fuck-“ Magic snapped and crackled at his restraints and the ripples down his tail betrayed his need.
Another deep breath and you relaxed your throat, focusing on the sound of his breathing as you swallowed him down.
“H-Hhh~ you… ah-“
His hips started rocking, desperate for more.
More you’d gladly give.
You held him, stroking what your throat couldn’t swallow and working your tongue to coax out his high. Thinly veiled whimpers were music to your ears while drool ran down your fingers, only making it easier to bob.
Belphie~
You reached down to cup his balls, fondling him and adjusting your rhythm to use his desperate ruts for your benefit.
Cum for me, Belphie.
He whined again, tail beginning to curl. “Y-You… fuck don’t stop. I… so close… I….”
Cloth began to tear and warmth burst onto your tongue, his cock twitching in a rhythm that felt in tune with your racing heart.
“Fuh…” He groaned, rolling his hips up to linger inside a moment longer.
You hummed, swallowing while suckling on the head before you sat up again with a grin. “So. Am I forgiven?”
“I might consider it,” he muttered and you smirked.
“You just can’t make it easy for me, can you?”
He turned his face away and closed his eyes. “I would think you’d be more grateful I put up with so much from you.”
“Sounds like I gotta try harder,” you murmured, kneeling up to take off your shirt.
“Try’s the key word there,” he said, sass returning once the high had worn off.
You stuck out your tongue and unclasped your bra, then tossed it aside.
“I guess I could…” You moved to straddle over him, relishing in the way he tensed up and blushed below you. “Give it a shot.”
“I wasn’t—“
You wouldn’t let him finish, leaning in to kiss those soft, snarky lips. He sighed into the kiss, and you took the opportunity to make him taste himself on your tongue, a perverse sense of pleasure only rising when he moaned so openly, kissing back with need.
Belphie.
You pressed your chest flush against his and wrapped your arms around his neck, losing yourself to the sweetness of his tongue. The warmth of his body pressed against yours.
“M-Mmph.” He jerked his head aside for breath. “S… stop,” he murmured, “you’re turning me on again.”
“Am I?” You teased, looking back to see his cock starting to rise a second time. “Oh good~”
“Idiot,” he muttered under his breath, testing the restraints.
“Are you worried you’ll scare me?” You asked genuinely, sitting up and tracing idly across his chest.
“No,” he said with a sneer, but his voice faltered. “It’s different than when I hold myself back. It’d be easy to hurt you. Effortless really.”
“I see…” You moved off of him in thought. “Mm…”
You let him stew for a breath or two before you laid on your back next to him to shimmy off your pants.
“Wh… What are you doing?”
“I can’t have sex with these in the way,” you said, tugging off your panties with them.
He looked at you incredulously, “Didn’t you hear what I said?”
“Yeah, and?” You rolled your eyes, “Honestly, I know you think I’m dumb but do you really think I’m that dumb? I know you could hurt me. I also know you won’t.”
“But—“
You straddled over his waist again and gazed down at him.
“I know you, Belphie,” you said, leaning in for another kiss. “You’ll only make it hurt if I want it, right~?”
The curtain began to fray at the tear as he tipped his chin up to meet your kiss, his tail swishing to exercise his ache to touch you.
“Please,” he murmured against your lips.
Such a simple word said so reverently…
You nipped his lip with a smile and scooted down lower, taking his cock in hand and sitting flush against it.
“You’re a little bigger in this form, aren’t you?” You cooed, rolling your hips to rub against him, watching his eye lashes start to flutter.
“Maybe… I don’t know…”
What a little liar.
Feeling him harden, feeling him so warm against you only made you ache to feel more. You lifted your hips and lined him up, already starting to feel wet with the promise of a good stretch.
“You’ll hold still for me, right?” You purred, rubbing the head along your slit until it caught at your entrance. “Be patient for me?”
He nodded demurely, but his fists clenched tight above his head.
“Good boy,” you breathed, letting yourself start to sink. The familiar burn quickly turned to a painful stretch and you gasped, placing your hands on his abdomen to lift yourself up.
“Oo… you are bigger.”
He chuckled quietly, shivering when you began to sink again.
Each rise and fall allowed you to sink a little lower, his cock hard but not entirely unyielding. You gasped as you contracted around him and squeezed, panting out a breath.
“Ah- Almost…”
He only grunted in response.
You bit your lip and bowed your head, determined to take him fully. It’d only hurt for a little while…
With a deep breath you let yourself sit flush against his pelvis, seating him in deep.
His hips jolted and you hissed, digging your nails into him as pain mixed with pleasure.
“Don’t move.”
“I know.”
You held your tongue and breathed out through your teeth, willing yourself to relax. He was so thick inside, and every time he throbbed it sent another wave of tension through your core. It hurt but it felt so good. Your pussy clenched tight and you moaned under your breath, experimenting with a few ruts of your hips.
His tail struck the bed with a frustrated force that only made you shiver and want to rut against him harder, working yourself up to shallow bounces.
“Oh… Belphie… I…”
“Can I move now?” he murmured quietly, eyes still shut and knuckles white.
“Yeah, if you—“
He hooked his leg around your hip and flipped, twisting the curtains around his arms and pressing you into the pillows. His tail began to wind around your leg as his heady breaths painted such sweet imagery in your mind.
“I… ah~” he moaned, rolling his hips slowly, shallowly, mimicking your motions. “Oh… I can’t…” His tail stretched, pulling your leg down and body with it allowing him to push deeper inside.
“B-Belphie wait that’s-!” You tipped your head back, seeing stars. “E-Easy, I— too much!”
He eased himself back and nuzzled into your neck, his hips falling into a steady, instinctive rhythm.
The way he moved… the way he moaned….
The way he gave in and fucked you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and hooked your free leg around his hip, rising up to meet his need.
“Please… I just…” He pulled at the restraints again, finding give as the curtains began to split before finally breaking from their supports. His arms were still bound together, but he wrapped them around your head and turned to inhale the scent of your hair in deep, lustful breaths.
His rhythm was deep and slow, using the mattress’s natural bounce to work himself higher. Normally you would’ve needed to put more work into it, but now…
“B-Belphie I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, hugging tight around his neck. “Don’t stop, just—“
He groaned and rubbed his cheek against your temple, his only response to keep that same rhythm until—
“B-Belphie-!”
He thrust in deep just as your walls contracted around him, groaning under his breath and rutting into your aftershocks as if he might milk you for all you were worth. You whined and clung to him tightly, scratching at the back of his neck. Then he used his tail to lift your leg and hook it around his hip along with the first, tail winding to tie your ankles together.
“What’re you…”
“It could take me a while…” he murmured with a sly grin, eyes aglow with an indulgent bliss you’d never seen. “You don’t mind staying here with me… do you?”
Your stomach fluttered at the thought.
“… How long is a while?”
“Mm…” he nuzzled into your neck, starting to roll his hips again. “Until I get tired of how good you feel.”
He was working you up again, gentle and slow but you felt so raw after cumming around him.
“I don’t know if I could handle that,” you whispered, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair and find one of his horns to hold. “Not now, at least.”
He made a small noise of displeasure and you massaged around the horn.
“Some other time, I promise.”
“… Fine,” he sighed, rolling his hips back but you pulled him in again.
“Make yourself cum,” you said, “give it to me, Belphie.”
He lifted his head again to gaze at you with a small smirk.
“If that’s what you want.”
He tucked his bound arms under your shoulders and held you close, nuzzling into your hair while his body moved anew.
It…
It wasn’t just…
His gentle pants tickled your hair, falling in line with his hips the faster they began to move. Building him up and you along with it.
You clutched at his hair, toes curling with your legs wrapped tight around him.
The ache began to rise, threatening to break again so soon after the first.
“Beh-Belphie I can’t—“
“Just… a little…” He held you tight and thrust in deep, moaning as you cried out his name and came a second time.
But he didn’t stop.
No.
In the midst of your aftershocks he rutted eagerly, reaching down to hug around your lower back until he came with a low grunt, his tail holding your ankles tight.
Keeping you close.
His hips finally relaxed and he fell heavy against you, nuzzling into your hair with a gentle sigh.
You blinked dazedly, looking up at the ceiling but not entirely sure if you could see it.
“Am I… forgiven now?”
The gentle sound of his laughter was so soothing.
“Let me sleep on it.”
“I… now? But what about…?”
His tail loosened around your ankles and he nuzzled closer.
“Later. Sleep now.”
Your legs fell onto the bed, boneless and full of nothing but jelly. Could you order him off of you? Sure. Did you want to?
Hell no.
“A nap sounds good,” you murmured, petting his hair. “Get some rest, Belphie.”
He sighed contentedly, already drifting off to sleep.
Pity.
You’d just have to tell him your new joke when he woke up.
You reached up to play with the ends of his hair, trailing your fingers along the curves of his horns while his gentle breath tickled your neck.
“When you wake up…” you murmured, smiling when he nuzzled so sweetly, “I’m totally going to make you call me your chupacabra~”