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The aphrodisiac burned a slow hell down Andrealphus’ throat, coating it in a thick, sweet substance. The taste it left in his mouth was odd and it sent a cold, sickening feeling down his spine, followed almost immediately by a warm feeling that spread from it.
He remembered Vassago saying that once he drank it, he wouldn’t be able to think, or to do anything but chase the pleasure.
He remembered the embarrassment on Vassago’s face as he suggested using an aphrodisiac, he remembered the smile that crossed it when he agreed, but they were fading quickly.
This warmth crept into his brain, whispering sweet nothings before bringing the gears to a grinding halt. It flowed down towards his crotch, coalescing into pleasurable rhythm, his cock responding by perking up, pressing against his trousers.
His muscles turned liquid and he slouched back in his chair as the warmth enveloped him. It was bliss, nothing more, nothing less.
He closed his eyes, bathing in it as he heard Vassago approach. The parrot lifted him, each point of contact burning cold as his nerves were overwhelmed.
Every second was a small, impermeable supernova behind his eyes, the pleasure a little death. The warmth heated to a wildfire, running throughout his body and ravaging his higher thought. Every molecule of him was devoted to the push and pull of contact as Vassago walked up the stairs.
Andrealphus splayed his entire body out for Vassago, nipping at the parrot’s neck in irritation; he couldn’t reach his mouth. He pressed his hands to the parrot’s back, running them down to his hips and trying to un-do his belt.
There was a small part of Andrealphus’ mind, a little voice in his head, that was mortified at his forthrightness, he believed the exquisite anticipation of foreplay was an art, and that pretend it didn’t exist was crime. This voice went silent as Vassago let out a soft chuckle, the noise sending a warmth through him.
It died a welcomed death, tendrils of desire and love tearing it to shreds as Vassago dropped Andrealphus onto the bed, quickly and expertly unclothing him.
The silk rubbed against his feathers pleasurably and he writhing against Vassago’s hand on his chest as the parrot pulled his own clothes and deposited them next to Andrealphus’.
The intoxicating scent of Vassago’s slick hit his nose, driving him mad. Small moans had been tearing their way out of him since the warmth had first touched him, but now his breath caught, the throbbing of him eager.
He was leaking in anticipation, and the look in Vassago’s eyes was even more a drug than the one in his veins. He leaned forward, pulling Vassago to him.
Their tongues met briefly, Vassago’s taste more forefront than it had ever been, but he abandoned the parrot’s mouth, pressing Vassago to the bed and holding him down.
He shifted so that his lower arm was pinning Vassago’s chest, and used the other to guide himself into Vassago. The parrot’s warm, wet cloaca was familiar, but no less intoxicating. His thrusts brought such pleasure indescribable, and his pace increased as he ran after it.
Andrealphus had never played an instrument, but he imagined it was somewhat similar to fornication; the manipulation of something to produce beautiful sounds, and King Lucifer himself knew there was little more beautiful-sounding then Vassago’s moans.
Vassago grabbed Andrealphus’ head. “Satan, you’re so beautiful.” Andrealphus said, looking down at his lover’s blank face as the parrot gasped in time with his thrusts, eyes locked on Andrealphus’ own.
The parrot’s moaning grew more frenzied, the sounds traveling through Andrealphus and shoving him close to the edge. He groaned as he touched the edge, only to be dragged back from the precipice.
It continued, every time he approached, something dragged him back kicking and screaming from release. Meanwhile, Vassago was in bliss, his eyes crossed as he screamed his deepest thoughts across the stars.
As he cried out about how he wanted Andrealphus to impregnate him, he thought that Vassago must be close; he wouldn’t be so forthcoming with his desires if he was fully present. He increased his pace as Vassago started bucking his hips into the thrusts and ran his hands over Andrealphus’ plumed tail.
He thrusted one final time, collapsing onto Vassago and meeting his mouth in a kiss as the parrot came, the warm feeling of the parrot’s juices coating his cock bringing him closer, and closer, and-
He groaned into Vassago’s beak as the pressure built to a head, thrusting into the parrot as he pumped he full of cum. The blankness of bliss lasted longer than usual, and by the time he regained any semblance of mind overstimulation was stabbing at him, once, twice, thrice, daggers sharp as hellfire.
He pulled out of Vassago with wet pop, dropping beside the parrot and resting a hand on Vassago’s stomach. The parrot’s eyes were vacant, still reeling from the pleasure, but aware enough to pull Andrealphus close.
“I never knew how perverse you could be?” Andrealphus said, his tone light and amused.
“I- ah. I’m sorry, I’m sure you didn’t want to hear that-“ Vassago was interrupted by Andrealphus kissing him, pressing his entire body against him and bucking his hips as the pressure sent live wires of pleasure through him.
Andrealphus gasped, rutting into Vassago’s thigh quicker and quicker. “I don’t think the drug has quite worn off yet, but I did want to.” He said, biting at Vassago’s head plumage.
Vassago moaned, raising his thigh as Andrealphus humped against him. He pushed Andrealphus back, climbing towards him. “Let me help you.”
Andrealphus exhaled and threw his head back, thrusting his hips up as Vassago took his entire length in his mouth, running his tongue up the ridges of it.
Andrealphus grabbed at the sheets as Vassago went up for air with a long, slow lick up his shaft, detaching with a thick, wet pop. “You taste so good, Andre.” Vassago said, a light tinge of red on his cheeks.
Andrealphus could only groan as Vassago teased the head, before taking it all and wrapping his tongue around the base just as Andrealphus reached the edge.
Andrealphus gasped into his hand. “Oh Satan, Vassago. You’re so good for me, such a good boy.” He said, wrapping his legs around Vassago as the parrot unwrapped his tongue and started moving up and down on his shaft with a speed that was leaving him blurry.
That white abyss overcame him for the second time as Vassago sucked up every drop of cum, running his cloaca against Andrealphus’ talons. A warm gush soaked them as Vassago came. An embarrassed look crossed his face as he crawled up next to Andrealphus.
“Didn’t last long, did you?” Andrealphus chuckled, letting Vassago run his hand through his head feathers.
“No, but then you didn’t either.” Vassago said archly, laying a hand across Andrealphus as he pulled him close.
“No. The aphrodisiac worked quite well. Although I am still surprised it was you who suggested it.” Andrealphus said, resting his chin on the top of Vassago’s head.
“So am I, but I saw it in a shop window and knew we had to try it.” Vassago said, letting his eyes fall shut slowly, each orb a setting sun.
“I would call it productive, we discovered you want to bear my children.” Andrealphus said, smirking as Vassago flushed.
“You’re not going to let that go, are you.” It wasn’t a question.
“No.” Andrealphus said. “I’m going to use this to its fullest potential.” He threw a blanket over them, before wrapping his hands around Vassago. “But right now, we should sleep. I have a meeting in the morning.”
Vassago was already asleep.
Andrealphus chuckled, reaching over and turning the lights off. The shadows painted his fears across the walls, but with his guiding torch at his side, sleep found him quickly, bathing him in its comforting light.