mars didn’t understand and while blue wanted to poke fun at him for it, he wouldn’t understand that either. blue had yet to explain far too many things to the human, distracted each time he was near by a pretty face and voice. and he whined at the bad news: an HOUR until he would get good food. still, he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad, not with the forbidden angel’s lips on his collar bone. or at least that’s what he thought he must have felt like. since being demonic, he hadn’t heart a word about angels; never thought of them like he might once have in his human life. until the face of mars, of course.
and us unhappy as he might have been to not immediately have food, he harbored no resentment toward mars regarding it. in fact, the love grew at his exhaustion, wondered just how much of that was his own fault. there was no guilt over it, but it felt less satisfying than before. mars’s emotional turmoil was becoming of little true sadistic interest to him. still, it was too slow a digression for blue to try anything about.
“ promise you come to me for paper cuts, “ he said, somewhat possessive, somewhat protective. it was all small and relative, a demon getting used to these human feelings. malicious and mischievous, he smirked. “ and for dinner, you get ME. i decided today i like voices of — “ he put his hand up, counted fingers he would shove down mars’s throat later, “ sick people, the – when they change it to make it go lower. um, choking. or the voice of someone who’s throat is… STRAINED ? i’m gonna do that to you so tomorrow is hard to talk. “
it was always like this between them -- tension seeking release, calm only coming the aftermath, when the other bothered to stick around at all. but mars was far from complaining; having understood from the very first time what he was walking himself into. and even now -- have learned the other well enough to anticipate what might be coming even without warning -- he WANTED it. and his lips moved from collar to jaw; sucking and nipping at the skin he found there. leaving a lingering pathway to blue’s lips, which he then claimed slow and filthy. enough lust put forth in the gesture alone to show that in spite of his teasing, he was willing.
and hand slid down lover’s chest. ruffled and peaked with the fabric beneath it, until gently, he could stroke the other hard in the minuscule gap between their hips. the fabric of his jeans getting well in the way, but deterring mars little. he knew he wouldn’t have to worry about it for long. “ oh ? ” he hummed low, husky. drawing as much gravel into his usually airy voice as he could manage without ASSISTANCE. there was no real pretending he wasn’t interested. nothing that would serve as convincing when they’d come to know each other better. instead mars had traded resistant jabs for endless effort. the attempt to give it his ALL every time, even when his mouth ran recklessly ahead of his body.
“ i’ll leave room for dessert. ” heard ‘ pasta. ’ the words mouthed against his lover’s. a challenge, invitation, and acceptance in one. “ which am i swallowing first ? ”
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