I’m still working on VnV, but it’s 1 am, Beel’s song came out today, and I’m thirsty as hell; so have a massive thirst post I work on Mammon’s chapter. Unless you’re only here for the fluff, which is valid too. For the rest of ya, well, I hope you enjoy my first public thirst post~
warnings: nsfw, oral, gn!mc but mentions both afab and amab anatomy
His kisses would always come with tongue. Beel would do his best to be polite in public, or if you hadn’t yet given an indication that these were to go beyond light pecks-- but the avatar of gluttony wouldn’t be one to hold back. He’d soon be lapping at your lips, using his movements to ask what his words didn’t. If you granted his request, be prepared to have Beel’s tongue become as much a resident of your mouth as your own. He’d want to taste everything, and when it still wasn’t enough, he’d pull away to kiss you everywhere else. He’d be the type to pull away and leave a line of spit still connecting you.
He’d kiss all down your body, tongue following every place his lips went. His mouth would go to your ears first, lapping at the shell and nipping at your cartilage, quickly moving to your jaw, then neck. He’d lick and kiss down the side, starting to bite as he reached your collar. His bites would be gentle, careful-- if he didn’t keep himself in check, he could very well take a chunk out of you. Then again, Beel can be absent minded, and as he got further down, working himself up more as he reached your chest, he may bite a little harder than he meant to. He’d apologize in an instant, kissing the sore spot to make it better. And who could fault him when he gave you those puppy dog eyes?
He’d absolutely beg you to ride his face, craving your taste more than any food. Once you climbed on, he’d waste no time teasing you, only drawing out the foreplay if he was somehow patient enough to really savour his meal. He’d watch your face those times, enjoying your expressions and the noises that you made. But he’d grow tired of holding back soon enough, and suddenly his tongue would be deeper than you remembered him ever being able to reach before. He would hear your moans, and he’d feel your fingers tangle in his hair, but the real pleasure would come from tasting you. If he was really enjoying himself, he would squeeze his eyes shut, focusing solely on what he sensed with his tongue; then seeing how he could move his lips or tilt his head to elicit even more reactions from you. From the first moment you arched your back, he’d circle his arms around your thighs, pinning you to his face. He’d keep up his pace through your first orgasm without even meaning to do so. He was just so hungry, and you tasted so good… Needless to say, he’d stop if you really asked him to; all mumbled apologies and downcast eyes, hoping to be forgiven just enough that you’d let him do it again. If you didn’t stop him though, and instead let him bring you to a second, or a third, or… Well, suffice to say, he would keep eating until he was made to stop.
Or alternatively, imagine how he’d suck you off; so eager no matter what your size. We all know he’s never heard of a gag reflex. He’d get on his knees before you even asked him to, looking to your face for permission-- taking your entire length into his mouth the moment he got it. Your praises would be well received, and he’d swirl his tongue around every inch of skin, wanting to taste all of you. He wouldn’t be able to keep all his drool in his mouth, the poor boy’s chin completely coated in saliva before you even got close to finishing. He wouldn’t pull back to swallow his spit, instead letting you feel his throat tighten around you when he tried to keep from salivating too much. Once you got closer to the edge, tugging on his hair as warning, he would take you all the way into his mouth; holding you against him if he was in a good position to do so. And of course he would swallow every drop-- he could never get enough of your taste. Anything he might’ve initially missed would be swept up by his fingers, a low moan in his throat as he licked them clean. He’d want to lap up anything left on you as well, whether on your legs, stomach, or still-sensitive groin-- and he wouldn’t wait for you to come down before he tried to clean it up. You’d have to tug him off of you before he realized that it might be too much. He’d apologize in much the same way as mentioned before; red in the face, regretting his actions only so far as hoping he’d be allowed to do it again in the near future. If you didn’t pull him off though, whether by gritting your teeth through it or recovering quickly, he would happily start his pace up again. He’d glance to your face as he realized he was passing what might be considered ‘cleaning up,’ but he would never question an opportunity for an extra meal.
That would only be the beginning of how all he wanted to use his mouth on you, though. He’d be an absolute mess if you thanked him, considering it to be more of a favor to himself than something for you. That’s not to mention if you went so far as to offer to do the same for him…
