Beaten fallen angel but I've risen again and the power is inside me, I've decided to pray, As I wait for Armageddon and it's coming my way It's an honour to be chosen and I wait for the day
it was unreal, the amount of attention he placed onto someone else. held them in such high esteem, it was as though all the pride he’d built up over his time spent on earth, was dashed. instead replaced by an insatiable need to please another. to forgo every ounce of restriction, in favour of leaping head first into achieving the other’s satisfaction, to see a smile grace her lips. to hear sounds of relief. that, alone, could have gotten him teetering over an edge he didn’t want to reach just yet. if only to continue to watch. to allow her to spill from the seams, until there was nothing held barred. in a way, it was exhilarating, to finally find someone he could place all of his trust into, without worry of regret.
and while she latched onto him, pushed fingernails into his skin, so much so he could feel it break under the force, it didn’t matter to him. didn’t matter that red words were written into his back like a twisted poem - he could look back at those same tales later on with a smile, knowing he was the cause for such emotion. for pleasures beyond comprehension. perhaps that’s what truly brought his own pleasure to force. the fact that she reacted so strongly to everything he’d put her through, unrestrained, without a care in the world. to find out as much, while looking deeper into emotion to find that they both felt the same way, was indescribable.
he could truly say he was slipping under. under an unspoken veil, falling for an entity that was such a stark opposite to his own. yet none of that mattered. not at this moment. would never matter again. perhaps it was too early to say such a thing, too early to even think of it, nor desire an outcome to feelings he didn’t fully understand, though he could truly say he was falling for the demon. in every sense of the word. while catching glimpses of the sparkle in her eye under low lights, that only seemed to accentuate that same shine all the more. while watching sweat glisten, her chest shift through laboured breaths. all of it only added to that same feeling. in his own little world from then on, as though a spotlight had been lifted, and all life outside of that light ceased to exist. perhaps that was what love was.
anuiel held her closer from that point on. held on with more meaning, with a surety he hadn’t held before that moment. with confidence, that he could have all of this. all of these feelings, everything she gave him, and keep it. keep it until she denied him. until it would all be stripped away from his grasp. until then, he wanted nothing more than to hold on. to continue holding on, for nothing more than the sweet serenity of intimacy it offered so blindly, without remorse for a heart that hadn’t felt emotion so deeply before.
brought back to life by the string of moans that ripped through the air in that moment, by her impending climax. anuiel slowed himself to watch, to capture it all and store it as memory. to watch as her entire life was bared so easily for hungry eyes. and it was beautiful, the way she erupted from the inside out. allowed her to ride out euphoria patiently, while in his own state of pure wonderment. as though watching such a release for the first time. and perhaps it was. through heightened emotions and a need to need each other. the angel hadn’t experienced such an exchange before, despite the many years he’d spent walking beside mortals. hadn’t come across a single soul he’d be willing to spend the rest of his time with. until now.
his own grip tightened on aejeong, drew her closer through kisses and name calling. held on just a little longer. with more meaning. more intent to claim her. to have her as his own. though scared enough of unrequited feelings, he wouldn’t admit as much vocally. wouldn’t detail the extent of which he wanted her, for fear it would bring them apart so early. though his own climax was creeping around the corner, intent to catch him off guard, no matter how hard he tried to fend it off. if only to extend this feeling with the demon. to keep her in his arms longer. there was no telling what tomorrow had in store, but he didn’t want to think of it. was scared to. outside of this moment, he was scared to think of what was to come, if it ever were to come.
pace became erratic, didn’t hold a particular rhythm anymore. but rather as though he was chasing a feeling that was coming much too quickly for his liking. until it caught him completely. the only thing he could do was bury his face against her neck just before it could come. but when it did, anuiel couldn’t hold back the groans and gentle whimpers that followed close behind. couldn’t held the way his arms tightened around her, almost painfully. couldn’t help the shakiness of his breathing, nor the way he so blatantly needed to be in her arms in that moment. perhaps the most vulnerable he’d ever been in his life, strange that it was shared with someone he’d only just met.
though when that sense of freedom had passed, as though his soul had fled from his body, the angel slowed to a halt. stayed inside aejeong, face still pressed against the crook of her neck, as though hiding from judgement. he’d claimed her. took full responsibility for as much. took his time in regaining his breath, in regaining his posture beyond the slight shake of his body that came with the intensity of his release. only then, did he start planting gentle kisses against accessible skin. trailed them up, until he could lift his head, if only to settle his eyes upon her face once more. now in this state of calm, after such an emotional storm.
“i’m yours,” was all he could mutter through panting breaths, a return of promises he felt he needed to make. to clear the air. make sure the demon was aware that whatever she was feeling, he felt it too. had a need to be claimed by her. to belong to her in every sense possible. whether spoken of or not, made official or not, it didn’t matter to him. so long as he could share more moments with her.
the angel shifted once more, elbows resting upon the couch, as hands were soft in their cupping of her face. thumbs stroked skin underneath her eyes, and perhaps it was much too intimate. something akin to the likes of lovers whose tales began long ago. again, it didn’t matter to him. she was the only thing that played on his mind, tugged at his heart strings so easily. made him want more. anuiel leaned in, placed the softest of kisses onto lips, like a whisper. a promise. “stay with me. just for a little while. i don’t want to let go of you just yet. not at all, if i had a choice.” perhaps the most brutally honest thing he’d said in a while, wearing his heart on his sleeve. and he was scared.
There was a pep in Chaerin’s steps as she walked down the street. The weather was nice, although a bit odd given the time of year, but she supposed that was global warming and the streets were seemingly empty, which was likely a result of the holidays wrapping up and everyone taking time to recover before setting off to work their 9 to 5 jobs once more.
For Chaerin, there was no work. Or at least, not in that moment but she had somewhere she needed to go and someone who would be there when she arrived. They hadn’t expected her, or maybe they did, she didn’t know. She had reached out by text to let them know of her arrival but never received a response, a usual outcome when it come to communication that wasn’t face-to-face, but she was sure she knew where he was.
As she entered the tattoo parlour, she paused for a moment and looked around before her eyes settled on the familiar face she had been looking for and a smile appeared on her lips. “Long time no see, Anu,” she said, although she was sure it hadn’t really been that long. It was in her to constantly bug him and see him as often as she was able to. “What have you been up to? How’s work?” she asked, taking a moment to look around and saw a person here and there waiting or getting inked.
“I thought you would be closed today like everyone else, but it looks like it’s working out in your favour,” she said, gesturing to the people who were currently there. “But here, I got you something,” she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a small sticker and slapping it on the counter and pushed it towards him. “I thought it was cute but you know, cool enough for you. Plus, it’s a moon, and you know how some witches are with magic under the moon so you can be reminded of me by it,” she said. “You can put it on your phone!”
and while it looked busy in the studio, business was actually slowing, through the holiday period. found himself often times bored, under the lack of clients he’d gotten over the past few weeks. spent most of his time sitting at the reception, legs propped up against the desk with a sketchpad resting on top of them, if only to find something to do, while his cohorts did the same thing. it was almost like a blessing when someone came in to fulfil an appointment. however, he had a free day today, an oddity, all things considered.
though while he did have a free day, he didn’t expect to hear the door bell sound as the entrance opened to reveal an all too familiar girl. his eyes rolled, almost affectionately. the two had grown fairly close, after all. were friends, in their own rights. despite the playful bullying and teasing. it was with her arrival, anuiel allowed his legs to drop to the floor again, while he simultaneously left his sketchpad on the side, if only to pay the medic his full attention. it gave him something to do, after all.
“work’s slow. i’ve been trying to find things to fill my time, to no avail. i might take up a spin class, for shits and giggles,” he’d answered, the makings of a grin settling on the corner of his lips. “what about you?” it was common courtesy to return the question, he’d found out through observing social interactions. wasn’t used to being on friendly terms with others, no less those from other gangs. though he could make exceptions, for the odd one or two.
“people are closed? and i’m still not getting any clients? how about you let me tattoo you? again, for shits and giggles,” he was only half serious, the laughter resting behind his voice, enough of a tell tale towards the notion. though he wasn’t expecting the sticker. studied it with a furrowed brow. you put these on your phones? ridiculous. “a moon sticker.” he said, as though in disbelief for a moment. it did, after all, only last a moment, before he’d burst out with laughter. “no, yeah, i can see myself really fitting in with my associates, with a moon sticker on my phone. get me a couple of googly eyes, too, so i can talk to it whenever i want to talk to you.”
it was almost awe inducing, to feel things in a new light, he’d never thought he’d feel before. had often found himself in situations in which he’d share the night with those he’d only just come to meet, only to share a moment and forego promises of calling each other, as if using each other for their own personal gains. was used to the notion. but this time felt different. he felt more in tune with his partner, felt nothing more than an intense desire to pour all of himself into the demon. relinquish himself of all control, and place it in her hands. anuiel almost trusted her with his whole life, an honour he hadn’t bestowed onto anyone before now. to an extent, it frightened him. yet in another instance, it thrilled him, beyond the point of words.
it was with this in mind, he’d allowed himself to be completely consumed by the joining of their lips. allowed all thoughts to flee his mind, in favour of his focus being completely stolen by aejeong. and from that point on, that’s all he thought about. all he could want in that moment. the intensity of such a joining certainly didn’t help, didn’t help the way his stomach tossed and turned, nor the way his heart beat violently against his own chest, as though moments away from escaping ultimately. fingernails trailed over her skin, not hard enough to hurt nor leave marks, simply enough to remind her that he had her. would continue to have her.
couldn’t help the moan that fled his lungs under the dull bite bestowed onto his lip as she moved back, allowed him to breathe. breathe her in, become consumed under the intensity that was his need for her. and perhaps that’s what worried him most. it wasn’t want, anymore. he needed her. as though lost in that moment without the constant reminder that she was in his arms, both tethered to this moment, free falling under a bliss he didn’t want to full succumb to - out of fear he’d lose touch with what was happening. allowed himself to fall victim to touch, head tilted to the side to allow the demon more room. to allow his nerves to set alight, didn’t bother to hide the sighs and hums of pleasure that were all too willing to escape him.
only when he’d found himself inside her, did he fully react. groan slipping between lips, rough in tone, as fingers sunk into her skin. anything to maintain a grip with reality. under the unexpected intrusion. found himself panting already. under any other circumstance, with anyone else, he’d be flooded with embarrassment. was too proud to utter too much vocal praise in such a form, though found himself unable to mask it. unwilling to, even. wanted nothing more than to give himself over to aejeong, with everything he had. allow her to see sides of himself, that nobody else had had the pleasure of viewing. of hearing.
the motions of her hips set him off further, head rolling back as lips parted themselves, eyes closed. allowed himself this moment of recollection. to store each drag, each touch and whisper to memory. his own hips twitched under the tantalisingly slow roll of her own, while arms attempted to pull her closer, if possible. until there were no gaps left. nothing to keep the two from each other. and in a way, it was loving. the way he embraced her. the way his head rolled forward to rest his forehead against her shoulder. breathe her in. wasn’t just attracted to her, found himself even more attracted to something else. the connection they shared. how every moment, every touch felt as natural as knowing someone your entire life. like a bond, built purely on intimacy of a different kind. not just based on a need to release, but rather a need to be close.
though it wasn’t enough. didn’t bring them close enough. he wanted to be selfish in the way of spoiling her. could almost say aloud that he simply wanted her all to himself. it was with this, a hand was quick to drop to her thigh, while the other cupped the back of her head. used the motion to flip the two around, rest the demon on her back, while he towered over. no space between the two, as he wrapped her legs behind his back, continued with the steady roll of hips, though under a new position, allowed him to venture deeper. allowed him to angle himself, if only to find that one spot he knew would drive her insane.
“i need you, aejeong,” a struggle to pronounce under his panting, breathless in every sense, though the angel has still managed to emphasise the point as he leaned in closer. pressed his lips against her neck, if only to suck yet another mark next to the other he’d left earlier. this time, under a new purpose, “want everyone to know you’re mine.” and perhaps he hadn’t realised what he’d said, hadn’t realised the weight of those words, nor the repercussions they carried. even still, he meant it all. in the way he latched onto her, the way his hips quickened their pace just slightly more, the way he struggled to breathe--told more than he’d think possible in that moment.
it was only a moment more, before he’d found himself shifting once more. hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her towards him while he ducked down. if only to press his lips against hers once again. hot and wet, under circumstance, though he wouldn’t change a thing. wouldn’t change how the various sensations drew longer moans from him, how they had him panting and stuttering. almost couldn’t keep a steady rhythm, far too needy for the demon. he’d look back at this moment fondly, he was sure. despite how out of character it was for him, to so blatantly pronounce his emotions, have them come to light so easily. he simply couldn’t help it.
and it was a complete and utter difference to his own song and dance. would usually forgo the act of foreplay, to simply focus on his own bout of pleasure. force his partner to understand as much, to simply lie back and accept the fact that he was above menial tasks. this time was the complete opposite. almost didn’t care for his own release at all, instead put all of his attention on the demon. from the way hands rode over skin, to the way he continuously settled eyes on her features, if only to attempt to gauge reaction from her. like night and day.
it was with this fact in mind, actions weren’t rushed. were slowed, in hopes he could contain the moment to memory, replay it just in case -- there was still a chance the two would come to find that this moment of pure impulse, would be their last. would simply be a call of nature, rather than a continuous set of moments shared between the two. and for that, he didn’t dare release her from his sights. couldn’t bear the thought of letting go, just yet.
the sounds released from breathy tones, the way she reacted so fluidly to his touch, no matter how torturous, was his own peak. drew him closer, so skin could press deeper. almost wanted to consume every touch, every slight of hand, until he was drowning. and perhaps he could have. could have let himself succumb to heightened emotions, allow them to show for all to see. the simple fact that what he felt in that moment, was nothing he’d felt before. stronger, potent in the way it wanted to undress his control. slipping under a veil of trust, far too quickly for him to pull back. the notion of lingering touches, and soft looks, was enough to tell his own set of tales, to indicate that he felt too deeply for aejeong. fell into the sickening domain of liking her. truly liking her.
when all motion was stopped by force, when he was made to stand from what he was doing, for a moment he was almost worried. that he’d done something wrong, despite action and sound telling otherwise. shell shocked, that he was forced to slow down. to take a step back, and truly look into eyes he was scared of sinking into. perhaps it was too late to be scared of something he couldn’t help. couldn’t fight back against how natural it felt, to feel everything as though feeling it for the first time. to want something so badly, he’d give his all for it.
only when he’d caught sound of her name, did features lift. a smile, one of the brightest he’d shown in far too long, emerged from those breathless tones. “i prefer aejeong, over zo,” he couldn’t help but return, and the name itself felt like venom coming from his lips, could become addicted to it, if he allowed as much to happen. could become addicted to the way her own lips moved around the word. couldn’t help but sink into the notion, feel it in his bones. allowed her, with trust too forthcoming, to shift the two as she wished. to sink into the arm of the chair, as he welcomed her onto his lap.
“you’re a god”, and fuck, he was in too deep. couldn’t escape the fluttering of butterflies in his stomach, nor the hammering of his vessel’s heart against his chest. couldn’t fight the heat that crawled over his skin, while goosebumps lifted his skin with awe. welcomed it too easily, in fact. wanted more. while arms wrapped around her body as if by impulse, hand gentle in its grip of her waist, while his other hand snaked over her spine, touch barely there, though secure. and when lips touched, he fell. again. couldn’t think of a moment he’d rather spend with another. was lost in this one, wholeheartedly.
arms tightened around her as the kiss progressed, deepened it with everything he had, in an attempt to pour all of his emotions into something so seemingly trivial. had never seen kissing as being something so intimate, but rather a thing humans did to taste energy on another. proven wrong, with the inability to break away this time. wouldn’t dream of it. if only to savour every aspect of it, pull her closer into himself, feel skin against skin with nothing between them. it felt good. maybe too good.
she’d always been emotional, usually it was due to stress and anxiety, and hyojin never hid it. it wasn’t in her blood to hide what she was, or how she was. if she was pissed off, everyone would know. those who didn’t mind it stayed close, those who couldn’t handle it, could fuck off in her books. however, it was the last thing she expected was to actually cry anytime soon.
so yes, there she was, face buried in the crook of anuiel’s neck, arms wrapped around him tight, as if she was scared he would vanish if she held him any lighter. she snuffles, just a bit before whining loudly. “stop being so mean, i would be an actual target if i did that.” she mutters. to some extend the demon was aware that it was her fault for going missing, but the world was a big place. it wasn’t every day you managed to find a body that would take your demon soul. sometimes, you had to think big.
“you’re still the same dickhead as always.“ the demon says, pulling away enough so she could take a good look at him, brows furrowing before hitting his chest again. “the same mean mean dickhead.” she says with a huff, cheeks puffing out. she takes a few seconds, to just take in his appearance before looking down the corridor of her building. “we should get inside, people might come out to see the commotion.” hyojin says with a mutter and shuffles back into her flat, tugging anuiel by the hand inside.
her flat, is in a bit of a mess, clothes scattered everywhere, shoes, papers. she didn’t think anyone would actually come and visit her. “it’s a mess, don’t comment on it.” she adds, kicking a pair of shoes to the side to make way for the two of them. she does eventually drag him to the living room, before finally letting go of him and sitting down on the couch. she stares shamelessly at him, brows furrowed as she sniff one last time, trying not to cry and actually fully wake up from her just recent slumber.
“so… catch up session?“ hyojin asks, as she pulls her feet off the ground and onto the couch, arms wrapping around her legs as she pulls them tightly to her chest. “or coffee or something else?“
for a moment, the angel felt for the demon, as she released tears into the crook of his neck. hadn’t the slightest idea his separation from her would result in such a strong reaction, otherwise he would have tried everything in his power to find her sooner. while not ideal that angels and demons went through vessels like clothing, it wasn’t impossible to find them through other means. even if telltale characteristics had anything to do with it.
thus, he tightened his grip just slightly more. held on for longer than considered friendly, even if to simply settle the other down from heightened emotions. “maybe, but it’d also give me an excuse to protect you, wouldn’t it?” spoken in jest, the angel was fully aware the other was capable of defending herself against anything that came her way.
“oh, please, you love it,” there was a childish grin residing on the curves of his lips. enough to brighten his features, in hopes it’d bring some sort of joy to the demon’s. while anuiel was an asshole, a terror to humanity after falling, he still looked after those he considered family. those close enough to him to receive that privilege. it didn’t happen often, once in a blue-moon if he was lucky, but it was still a possibility nonetheless. “would you have it any other way, though? who else is going to terrorise you like i do?”
regardless, anuiel still followed her inside, grip of her hand tight, though not tight enough where she couldn’t relinquish her hold if she so chose to. didn’t even spare a glance to have messy the apartment was, wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t have mentioned it. didn’t care for menial things such as that, but rather cast the majority of his focus onto the crossroads demon. he wouldn’t vocalise as much, but he had truly missed her presence in his life. it was as though a void had been filled once more.
he’d sat beside her, then. eyes sharp as he watched everything she did, as minuscule as it was. it was still hyojin, and that in itself was enough of a comfort. “how about coffee, and a catch up session? i think we need to wind down again, save you from bawling, you know?” couldn’t help but fit in one last dig amongst serious conversation, as while leaning in closer to the demon to lightly nudge her with his shoulder.
☆ when the bones are good, the rest don’t matter
yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter
let it rain ‘cause you and i remain the same
when there ain’t a crack in the foundation
@anuuiel
there were many that came and left during hyojin’s life time. some stayed longer, some ran as quickly as they came, but there were those few that fucked her up in the best and worst ways possible. she doesn’t know why but she sometimes would go running to and away from them, depending on how much she overthought things, depending on how much she needed, wanted something. it was always the what ifs that ate her up, but not when it came to anuiel.
it was weird, for a fallen angel and a demon to have a bond like theirs, but it had pretty much become one of the few reliable bonds she had long before neugdaedeul. she cherished it with her whole being. no matter how bad things got, they stood by each other and it did make hyojin question it a lot at times. however, it was life, and along the line, the demon changing identity for what felt the millionth time, they lost connection, and it was bad on her end. she was aware of it, but the years passed and it just seemed impossible for her to get her hands on anuiel.
well, it was until today.
it was really the last thing the crossroad demon expected to get woken up by. it was mid afternoon, and she was still asleep but it was one of the few days a year she got to herself. so when the buzzer rings, she can’t help but groan. slowly, yet steady, her feet drag her to the door, hand lazily rubbing her eyes to try and get away from the sleep. hyojin doesn’t look through the peephole to make sure no one was going to kill her, fuck that. she swings it open, lips parting for a sassy remark. but her brain short circuits.
she’s there, staring at anuiel as if she’s seen a ghost. so she blinks, a few times, not sure how to react, what to say.. there is so much that’s running through her brain, and there are tears building in her eyes and she knows, she knows, he will make a comment about it. so hyojin reaches up and wipes her eyes, lips pursed for a short second before looking up at the fallen angel.
“you asshole,“ she says, voice ever so shaky as she reaches to punch him in the chest, but its weak. “where have you fucking been…“
anuiel didn’t have many friends, didn’t have much of anything from a life before he’d associated himself with the gangs of seoul, and it often times became obvious. the way he distanced himself from others, was a lone wolf for the most part. there wasn’t a single person he’d call friend, aside from the couple currently residing in this city. though even those people were recently gained in the grand scheme of things.
hyojin was one of those people, they were close, closer than he’d ever been with another. carried a bond he wasn’t soon to forget of, even if vessels got in the way of recognising her presence. a bond almost a lifetime old, for most, yet he treasured it all the same. through their fights and closeness, he could almost consider the demon to be family, if he were to put a label to it.
and it was because of this, he’d sought her out, upon sensing her. couldn’t pick up on the crossroads demon through mere sight, if vessels had anything to do with it. but could simply rely on gut feeling. followed her, kept an eye on her, until he was absolutely sure of her identity.
which found him in this present situation--his knuckled rapping against his door, patient as he waited for a response. almost entirely sure she was the person he was searching for.
and when she’d finally come to open the door, he knew. it was an indescribable feeling, as though his past had finally caught up with him. everything he’d managed to repress, if only to continue this new life, came rushing back. though he couldn’t find himself feeling anything other than relief.
“hello to you, too,” came his first bout of words, hand gripping the wrist to the hand she’d used to strike him, drawing her closer if only to wrap his arms around her new frame. “where have you been. it’s kind of hard to find you when i don’t know what you look like, dickhead.” though it was spoken with a hint of fondness, arms tightening their hold around her. “you should start walking around with a sign whenever you change bodies, just so i can find you again.”
having a sudden rush of hunger aimed towards her after the words she spoke hung in the air between them for no more than a few seconds, sent aejeong on a high. sex was a pleasure for her but was more so a gateway for her to feed off of lustful energy. however, there was something about how anuiel held himself and carried out his actions when driven by lust that consumed her and disregarded her regular intentions completely. she wanted him for nothing else but for herself. and the way the demon returned the kiss communicated that overwhelming feeling perfectly.
not to mention the irony that surrounded their current situation. if aejeong had a moment to think about it, she would probably laugh at how things panned out. an angel being tempted by a demon, then the two of them relishing in sin together. hell, if she had more than a second to cast a cohesive thought, she’d be overwhelmed with excitement. later she would look back on this occasion fondly as one of the peaks of her time as a demon.
she’d almost vocally protested to anuiel breaking the kiss, however her voice was locked in her throat when his lips found her neck. fingers impulsively reached for his hair where they twisted themselves throughout his locks. head tilted back against the couch to expose her neck further, encouraging him as eyelids fluttered shut in response to the sensation. it felt as though all of her oxygen was trapped in her chest until a familiar hullabaloo caused aejeong to gasp softly. she could already feel a bruise forming on her neck where his mouth worked broke the sensitive skin.
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each movement cast by her was alluring, like a drug he was fixated on. couldn’t dream of being anywhere else than trapped in this moment. and for once, instead of focusing on his own highs and delights, it was hers that drew the biggest reaction from him. had to hold himself back from releasing his own moan after catching the sound of hers. and for that, it was strange. a sensation that was unknown to him. a mystery, and he couldn’t help but want to delve deeper into it. to rediscover humanity in a way so profound it was sickening. made his stomach clench with a strange sense of nausea. but in no way did it feel bad. it was addicting. “maybe i am. it’s hard not to enjoy this when my partner is as gorgeous as you.”
and though he wanted to continue his pursuit of torture, he found himself unable to battle her soundless commands. followed suit as though under a spell he didn’t dare break free from. followed her nudges without question. and it was with that, he allowed himself to be pulled back up, allowed himself to lock lips with the demon once again, as he hips fell down against hers. the way he rolled his hips was slow, deep. sensual in a way, if only to get a further reaction out of the other. the only thing with that, was, his own desperation was becoming increasingly obvious. the way he fell apart under her touch, reacted too strongly to everything.
his tongue pushed forward to part her lips, deepen the kiss if only to taste aejeong further, consume every breath she took into his own. but he wanted more. more of those delicious moans she cast upon him, more of a reaction. to feel everything he did to the other through the way her fingers moulded into his skin. thus, while he continued the smooth rhythm set by his hips against her own, his hand crept lower, twisted underneath her thigh, until he’d managed to reach between her legs. only then did anuiel’s thumb press against the bundle of nerves there, lightly rubbing in slow circles, alternating in speed if only to tease.
as much continued for but a little while, until he once again wanted more. ever the longer for heightened senses and a need to draw out the worst in people, even if just to see them squirm underneath him. until they’re begging for him to take them all the way. while his thumb worked against her, his fingers drew themselves to slide inside the demon, one at first, though a second joined soon after. stretching until they could reach no further, before withdrawing to create a constant rhythm, that matching the pace of his hips.
only when the angel had managed to maintain both, did he once more wind up breaking the kiss the two shared, laboured breath hitting aejeong’s lips, as he stared. dark eyes skimming over features, as though taking in a work of art. memorising each detail for a later date. to allow him to look back at this as a much too fond memory. “i can’t wait to claim you as mine. spoil you so nobody else would ever be good enough. i’ll force you to come crawling back to me, that’s a promise.” perhaps the snarl behind his voice was enough of an indicator of his possessiveness.
though all movements stopped, suddenly, to allow him the opportunity to disconnect entirely. straighten himself up so as to kneel above her. his hands dropped to unbuckle his belt, thumbs hooking underneath his pants and underwear, to allow him to pull the two articles of clothing down at once, didn’t bother with the flare of stripping one by one. his clothing was constricting enough, without playing with the idea. boots were kicked off in the process, leaving the duo completely bare to each other. only then did he lower himself further, off the couch entirely, though still leaning over so as to settle his head between her legs.
hands were smart enough to shift, in order to move the demon’s legs apart, give him enough room to breathe against her, all while watching. just for a moment. a moment to relish in all he was doing. the angel’s tongue pressed against that same bundle of nerve, just a flicker at first. then a suck. until he’d created a continuous pattern of a flicking tongue, only hastening in speed the more he got into the motion.
“if that’s the case, it sounds like we’d be seeing a lot more of each other than i originally anticipated.” aejeong mused, seeming rather fond of the idea. truthfully, it was in her nature to simply spend the night with another and then never see them again. but there was something about anuiel that peaked her interest, that at least made her consider crawling back to him time and time again on his beckon and call. it was a power that very little people had over her - she’d rather die than allow him to find that out. but she was sure that over time, it may become a little obvious that her attraction to him went further than just one night and was bordering a crush.
it was obvious that aejeong had no intentions of putting up a fight against him. when he pushed the clothing out of her arms, she only obliged and allowed them to be discarded on the floor. she saw a glimmer of something in anuiel’s eye that was enough to send shiver down her spine. she didn’t know how else to describe how she was feeling besides considering it as close as the human description of butterflies in her stomach.
she expected somethig from the fallen angel, but nevertheless was surprised by his actions. being lifted and pressed against the wall took the air out of her lungs. having him speak into her neck only made the demon struggle not to let out a soft moan. a hand instinctively moved to tangle her fingers delicately in anuiel’s hair while the other found itself creeping beneath the hem of the shirt on his back. his words only brought a large smirk to her lips.
“truthfully, that’s all that i want.” aejeong admitted, feeling her heart beat hard against her ribcage. it was almost as though she was a mixture of nerves and pure lust for him. she delicately nudged him away from her neck so she look the angel in the eye. the hand beneath his shirt moved to trace along his waist whilst the seemed to run through his locks affectionately.
the sin demon was no stranger to being straightforward when the moment came. she noticed that others responded well when she was honest with them about what she wanted. however only circling the idea with anuiel and leaving everything to his own interpretation was exhilarating. but aejeong was growing tired of playing games. both her hands dropped to the hem of his shirt and lifted it up and off his body. she couldn’t help but stare at his bare torso, fingers reaching out and tracing the lines of his stomach softly.
“the only thing i want from you is you.” the girl decided, now meeting his eyes with her set, doe-eyed as she gazed at the man she was becoming increasingly captivated by. “i want you to show me how bad you want me.”
it was as though everything was intent on moving in slow motion, as though he were merely a spectator. and perhaps he was, as he trapped her between the wall and his own figure, veins bulging under lust and adrenaline, only spiking the more she tempted him. and god, was it hard to fight against it, could only fall deeper into it, head first, under he was drowning. he felt things deeper this way, fell a little too deeply into other people’s desires, through a simple click of the fingers. a slave to torment, almost.
and the more she reciprocated his touch, the deeper he felt. as though locked under a spell with no possible way of breaking free, could only accept the consequences and rid himself of chains that would otherwise keep him back. even when the demon had rid him of his shirt, ran her fingers over bumps and ridges, it was enough to send him spiralling. perhaps the first time he’d be able to relinquish himself of self-control, with someone who personified the very sin he was guilty of.
though he couldn’t hold back the sharp growl that came in line with her last statement. perhaps he wanted her too badly, was perhaps besotted despite everything. it mattered little in that moment, didn’t want to cast aside a second to deliberate over it. instead pushed his lips against hers. he was slow in movement, though delivered deeply, as he lifted her back up, wrapped her legs around his waist, if only to carry her to the couch in the centre of the room.
only when he was in the midst of dropping her on the surface of the furniture, did he release her from his kiss, towering over her. instead, his lips took to finding her neck, gentle in their approach at first, though rough the longer he spent there. teeth bit into skin, if only to use his lips to suck brightly coloured marks into porcelain. he wasn’t fond of sharing, wasn’t a lover of others thinking they could have what he’d deemed his. thus came his first act of possession.
deft fingers were keen enough to reach behind her, if only to rid her torso of any clothing, leave her bear. and if the hunger in his eyes wasn’t telling enough, the eagerness he held in consuming every inch of her skin was much too obvious. lips trailed down her chest, while hands were cruel in their slow pursuit across her thighs, travelling up towards the band of her underwear, though slow enough to be considered torturous.
his lips, however, were keen enough to breach anything considered even remotely innocent, as they wrapped around one of her nipples. he sucked and nipped, all while taking his time to look up, if only to read the demon underneath him. used his mouth as a distraction, while his hands moved to remove the final article of clothing, pulling them slowly, almost payback for the grief she’d given him earlier.
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