The link to part one is in my masterlist. I unfortunately couldn’t tag it here, because of how shitty tumblr is.
word count: 620
Pairing: Kihyun x reader
Genre: smut
You finally got up after cuddling for several hours and prepared a meal for the two of you, but you wanted to go back in his arms as fast as possible. He watched you as you moved across the kitchen and you knew he wanted you near him as much as you did.
You had just finished cutting the vegetables when he put his arms around your waist. He couldn’t believe he survived not spending private time with you for two weeks.
“Do you know that I thought about you everyday since I left? You’re so sexy, I just want to pin you against a wall and fuck you right there.’’
You shivered at his words, but kept yourself together, just to mess with him.
“Then why don’t you do it?”
He didn’t even bother answering your question before roughly spinning you around and kissing your neck. He backed you up against the nearest surface, keeping you from touching him by holding your wrists above your head.
“Gosh, I’ve wanted to do this since I came home yesterday. I can’t believe I almost went to practice instead of staying with you this morning”
“I’ve been waiting far too long for this, Ki. Now go into the bedroom, let me put the food away and I’ll show you your gift. Since you’re working so hard for the tour, I prepared a little something for you.”
You had piqued his interest with the word “Gift”, so he followed your orders without saying a word. You put everything away and you dropped your robe as you walked in the room. His eyes were instantly on you, taking in the sight of the new dark lacy lingerie you were wearing.
“Fuck, you look so good.”
His hungry eyes never left your body as you sat beside him on the bed and whispered into his ear as you palmed him through his pants.
“Now show me how much you missed me, pretty boy.”
You felt him harden even more under your touch and he pushed you back as he positioned himself above you, his free hand running down your sides.
“You’re the best gift I could ever wish for, but seeing you dressed like this has made me want you even more.”
He bent down to kiss you, taking the lead and grinding his hips against yours. His touches were needy and lustful, but he was still taking his time, enjoying seeing you slowly losing your composure as your body heated up under his. He kissed every inch of skin exposed to him before leisurely taking off your undergarments. He laughed at the quiet gasp that left your lips when he finally started kissing your aching core and made it his mission to hear you again.
“I love the sounds you make, baby. Could I hear you some more?”
You whined as he moved up, shifting his position to bury himself deep inside your dripping wet entrance. Small moans were slipping out of his mouth as he guided your hips against him, turning you on even more. Every sound made by him drew you closer to your orgasm, and you were about to reach your high when he spoke, his words intertwined with breathy whimpers and small groans.
“Gosh, I love you so much. I want you to cum with me. Please cum with m- Fuck, I’m- Ohhhh my god.”
With that, he filled you up as you rode out your climax, fists clenching to the white sheets underneath you. As you parted to sit up in the daylight, he pulled you in for another long kiss. You were glad to have all day in front of you to show him how you missed him.
"No, like this," Hadrian says, lifting his sword higher and spreading his knees further in demonstration. "You need to find your balance otherwise you'll be easily knocked down."
The archer nods, a focused look on his face, and slowly starts performing the moves Hadrian taught him. He was a marvel with the bow, but they both agreed he need to get better at close quarters.
Hadrian steps slightly back, concentrated on the other's fighting form. It was still somehow stiff, but getting better. The sun was high in the sky and land warming, so his student had disregarded a shirt for the exercise. Hadrian's eyes focused on the other's torso as he spun around. He was keeping his weight on his toes, Hadrian noticed. Still thinking like an archer. He needed to strengthen his core.
He had the physic for it. Lean muscles moved just below the surface with his every movement. His back was broad, and Hadrian followed the trail of a single drop of sweat as it fell down his skin and dipped into the line of his pants.
The sun was warm and heating Hadrian from within. He crossed his arms and swallowed dryly. "Do it again," Hadrian grunts and clears his throat loudly because his voice had come out rougher than he expected.
His friend looked at him, mouth parted from the exertion, chest rising and falling, and Hadrian felt like he was slapped. Good Lord.
"All right," was the answer, and he lounged again, sword facing forward. Hadrian looked purposively now at the way the archer's biceps had flexed and felt his mouth go dry. What was happening to him?
"Was that alright?" the other man asked. "Should I do it again?"
The tips of his ears were burning. Hadrian knew he was blushing and could only hope the other thought it was due to the day's heat. He coughed. "Uh, no. I mean," his fingers tightened against his shirt. "That was good. It was very uh, good actually. I- I think we're done for today."
The archer frowned. "Already? We've barely begun."
Hadrian nodded savagely and took a step back. "Yes. I, uh..." he needed to get away from his friend, and his shirtless body, and his eyes. He needed to get away from the gaze of those eyes. "I have to go. See you later."
Hadrian spun on his heels and ran, right hand clutching the cross by his chest.
Behind him, the archer blinked confusingly at his back.
Alessa had a small smirk on her lips.
No one could say she did not know how to appreciate the finer things in life. Beauty could be found in many forms and right now, Alessa found herself lucky enough to have found it in two very distinct ways.
Hadrian, the fool, has just been scammed out of his gold purse by a gambler, and Alessa was finding it very hard not to let out the delighted laughter that was struck in her throat. Beautiful.
The other form of beauty was presented in a much less metaphorical way. It was beauty in its rawest form. Beauty in shape. In person.
Her blue eyes lingered delightfully on her second companion, who was currently trying to console Hadrian across the tavern's table. His hair was tousled, his eyes bright and the little dip between his eyebrows as he frowned was, for the lack of a better word, adorable.
A handsome man, she thought without shame. A kissable one, too. Perhaps the alcohol was affecting her more than she first believed because she found herself admiring the sharp lines of his jaw, his throat, his strong chest. She wondered breezily if he had any hair peppering his chest. If it leads down, in a happy trail, to more southern routes.
He grabbed their tankards and Alessa regarded just how big his hands were. How much strength they must hold. Then, he was getting up, possibly to refill their drinks, and her smirk widened at the delightful sight of his behind.
A clearing of a throat had her snap her eyes back to Hadrian. The ex-templar was squinting at her, shaking his head in disapproval and now she was sure the alcohol was definitely affecting her because she did something she had not done for years.
Alessa winked.
Finito! I'm more satisfied with this part, I guess I learned I shouldn't edit at night 😅. Hope you enjoy this one!
So this is part two for the second app I use. I use this one to make a different kind of gifs that I can't do on PicsArt.
So the other app I use is FrameCast
It's fairly easy to use and honestly I love it so much!
So the first thing you want to do is choose a picture to use
It's going to ask you if you want to crop it and personally the best one to choose is the first one crop image but you can pick which ever one tbh
But if you do pick the first one then it will take you here
Once you are done adjusting and cropping your picture then you can pick the color and brush type and size
One you've done that than you can start drawing and stuff
But when you draw you have to do it frame by frame cause it is an animation app and it's a bit tedious but it's worth it cause it usually turns out good!
When you click to view your frames click on the FPS(frames per second) and change it from 5 to 10
So basically this means one second = ten frames
I recommend this cause it can hold more and when you go to gif it Tumblr won't mess it up
So you will want to have 30 frames so you can have 3 seconds no more and no less
So once you have done all this you can save it and you get the gif edit!!
(These are the kind of gifs I can't make with PicsArt and I quite like these type of gifts a lot)
Hi all! I whipped this snapshot up this afternoon while I was bored at work! It is set in the same time as A Good Life, which I am making a series because so many people requested it! I hope you enjoy!! I just love little Harriet! I hope you all like little Michael and Lucas too! I felt we needed a little Japril love today since Shonda failed to deliver last night!
(Note: Michael’s nickname, Cael, is pronounced Kale)
Dancing Queen - ABBA
You can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life
See that girl
Watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen
“Harriet, hold still.” Jackson told his five year old daughter when she wiggled in her chair for the fifth time. He had a tight grip on her curly hair and it made her antsy as he tried to style it to her standards.
“Daddy, you’re pulling too hard. It hurts!” She whined as his fingers ran through her hair again, getting caught in the tangles. He used the spray bottle like April had taught him to tame the mess and smooth it out as he started wrapping it around on top of her head.
He sighed and dropped her hair to squirt a small amount of gel into his palm and lathered it on her ponytail, “I’m sorry, just stay still.” He smoothed it out one more time to be sure the curls would stay in place and then twisted it around to form a bun. He wrapped the ponytail holder around the base to hold it in place.
“There! Perfect.” He said as he finished, looking to his daughter for approval. He smiled at her as she turned around to face him.
She looked in the small mirror that he held in his hand and her smile fell, an upset look taking its place, “No daddy! That’s too messy!”
“But messy buns are popular, right?” He looked at her confused. He didn’t understand the problem with the job he had done. To him, it looked perfectly fine, but to her, it was a wreck.
She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout at him, “Not in ballet, daddy! They have to be perfect!” She whined and puffed out her cheeks in distress.
“Well, I’m not a master of the bun.” Jackson held his hands up in defense. He did not understand what was so wrong with a few loose strands. April’s quick text message instructions to him weren’t very helpful, and the youtube video he had watched didn’t make any sense either. He was at a complete loss with styling hair.
“Because you have no hair.” She bluntly told him, motioning to his hairless head.
He looked at her stunned, “Ok, rude. I don’t know what else to do.” He really wanted to laugh at her for being so frank with him. It amazed him at how similar their senses of humor were. He took pride in knowing that his daughter took after him in that aspect. No offense to April, but he definitely believed he was superior in that area. However, he was epically failing in the hair and all things girl department, and April was striving. He really didn’t know to how to fix the fly away problem, even with all the instructions she left and the use of google.
“Daddy, we need bobby pins.” She rolled her eyes as she slid off the bar stool that she was sitting on. She ran to her parents bathroom, pulled open April’s drawer and picked up a few bobby pins. She came back into the kitchen and placed them in Jackson’s open hand before she climbed back up the stool to sit. He started pushing the bobby pins into her poofy updo in order to tame the frizzy fly aways. Harriet handed him a bottle of hairspray and he took it from her, slightly confused. She lifted her hand and motioned it around the top of her head, her finger curved like she was spraying. He followed her gestures and started spraying all around the bun to hold it in place. She put her hand over her face to avoid getting it in her eyes. Once he was done, he spun her around to view his work.
She sighed and bit her cheek, debating whether or not it looked good this time. She finally nodded her head slightly, trying not to shake it too much, “Mommy does it better.” She determined and hopped off the stool, making her way to the front door.
“Well, right now, you’re stuck with me, kiddo. That’s as good as it’s gonna get.” He told her while grabbing her ballet bag from the hook by the door. She stood in silence while she waited by the door for the rest of her family. Jackson watched her as she quietly stared at her pink ballet shoes on her feet, “Are you ok, sweetheart? I can try to redo your bun if you really don’t like it.”
“Is mommy gonna make it to my recital?” She looked up at him as tears brimmed her eyes and worry filled her voice. This was her first dance recital since she started dance lessons and April had promised she would be there to see her. She knew that sometimes her parents jobs caused them to have crazy hours because hurt people needed help, but it didn’t make it hurt her any less. She had hoped and prayed that the hospital wouldn’t call her mom or dad in just this once.
Jackson bent down in front of her and used his thumb to brush away a tear that had fallen down her cheek, “She is. She will be there,” he reassured her, “She just had an emergency that she needed to go to the hospital to check on. She’s going to meet us there.” April had been paged 911 only 20 minutes before they had to leave to take Harriet to the dance place, leaving Jackson alone to get her ready. April really hated that she had to go, and she might’ve called and told them she couldn’t come in if it hadn’t been about the little boy she had just performed surgery on the day before. The little boy had barely survived the car wreck he was in, then his surgery had some major complications. It struck a nerve in her, reminding her of her own children, so she felt obligated to go see how he was doing and take care of the thing that needed handling. April wanted to make sure he was alright before she headed to Harriet’s recital.
“Ok.” Harriet nodded and wiped away the rest of her tears.
“Ok.” He repeated and kissed her forehead, “Let’s go get the boys and we will be ready to roll.” He stood up and winked at her causing her to giggle. He walked up the stairs towards his son’s rooms, but before he reached them, Harriet yelled for him.
“Wait! Daddy?” She hollered up the stairs after him in panic.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He called back to her from the top and she popped into view at the bottom.
“What about my pink tutu?” She gestured to her bare torso where her tutu was supposed to sit. She had her pink tights and pink leotard on, but her tutu was missing to complete her outfit.
His eyes widen, “Oh, crap. Where is it?” He had no idea where April had left it, and she had failed to mention that in her text messages.
Harriet shrugged while walking up the stairs towards him, “Mommy said that she left it hanging up. I can’t reach it, though.” She looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, right. The closet.” He walked into her room and opened her closet doors. He scanned the rows of clothing until he spotted it amongst her other pink clothes. He rolled his eyes at his wife. Of course she would color code their five year old daughter’s closet, as if it was going to stay that way. He grabbed the poofy tutu down from the top rack where it was hanging.
“Here, let’s put this on,” He held the tutu up towards her and she grabbed his shoulders to keep herself steady while she stepped into it. He pulled it up to her waist and made sure it was snug before he let go, “Now we are ready! Let’s go get the boys!”
Jackson placed Lucas in the baby car seat in his new family car, which April liked to call his ‘man van’. Harriet climbed into the seat beside the baby and Michael headed to the very back. They all buckled up and were on their way to the dance academy where Harriet was enrolled in ballet classes. When they pulled into the parking lot, it was only 30 minutes until the recital started, so Jackson rushed in with all three of his kids to make sure Harriet was where she needed to be.
“Ok, you wait here with your teacher and do what she says. Good luck, sweetheart. You’re gonna do great!” He instructed her and then grinned, already excited to watch her perform her dance. He had seen it probably a hundred times already with the way she was at home. She ran around and danced to her heart’s content, and April was no better. He could bet that his wife knew all the moves as well.
“Daddy, we don’t say good luck! We say break a leg!” Harriet chastised him. He had no idea what that meant, but he knew it was something performers always said before they took the stage.
To please her, he decided to change his wording before she got worried and thought it was bad luck, “Break a leg! I love you!” He leaned down to her level and reached over to kiss her cheek. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his nose to thank him, but she noticed one thing missing, “Momma’s not here yet.” She noted sadly. Before Jackson could remind her of what he had said earlier, April rushed through the doors right on time, “I’m here! I’m here, don’t worry!” She yelled as she crossed the room
“Mommy!” Harriet unlatched herself from Jackson’s neck and lept into her mother’s arms as she made her way over to them.
“Good luck, baby and I will see you when it’s over! Now, go back to your group before you’re late! I love you!” She whispered in her ear. She kissed her cheek, told her to “break a leg” per her daughter’s request and then sent her on her way with her class.
He took Michael’s hand in his and settled Lucas in his other arm. They made their way into the auditorium and sat in the very front row. April wanted to take pictures, and refused to sit anywhere other than the front row. Lucas sat in April’s lap, mesmerized by the camera she was holding. He reached for it and April let him play with it for a few minutes while they waited. Michael sat in between them with her phone in his hand to keep him occupied before the performance. The lights blinked to signal that the show was about to begin and April placed Lucas in Jackson’s lap so she could get a clear shot of Harriet as she danced. The lights dimmed and 10 little girls dressed in identical pink leotards and tutus walked out in front of the crowd. April lifted her camera as her daughter took the stage, front and center, as usual. April leaned over and made a joke about their daughter’s need for attention coming from Jackson. She laughed, he did not. The music started slowly and their attention went to the 10 little girls. As five year olds are, it was very hard for most of them to keep up or keep interested in the dance, but then there was Harriet. She knew every move and position, granted she wasn’t perfect, but she didn’t even need to look to the teacher for help. Some of the girl’s just stood there, but not their daughter. Amongst the chaotic mess of little girls, she was dancing her heart out, and Jackson even thought he saw her humming along. The whole auditorium was giggling at the adorable mess on stage as the classical song came to an end. All the little girls posed at the end beat of the song, and Harriet sassily stuck out her tongue at her dad before she took a bow. April giggled and rolled her eyes while Jackson clapped and cheered loudly. He always thought dancing ballet was boring to watch, but his daughter made it much more interesting.
“You two are too much alike. I don’t think I will be able to handle it when she gets older.” April smiled as the five year olds exited the stage and their daughter skipped off behind the curtains. They watched as the rest of the groups took the stage one by one and showcased their dances to the audience, but Jackson barely paid attention. He was focused on keeping his sons occupied. They were getting restless from all the sitting and the ballet dancers were not capturing their interest. After the last group performed, all the girls came to the stage and everyone bowed. The audience gave a standing ovation and Jackson and April stood up and cheered.
“Yay, Hattie!” Michael hollered out for his sister and clapped along with the crowd. Lucas giggled at his brother from Jackson’s arms and tried to clap as well.
Harriet saw her family and gave them a big smile and waved at them. They waved back and she blew them a kiss. The girl’s were ushered off stage and went to the lobby to meet their families.
“You did such a good job, baby! I’m so proud of you!” April scooped up the little girl into her arms and gave her a tight squeeze. She set her back down on the ground and reached into her purse. She pulled out a mini bouquet of roses to show her how proud of her they were.
“You got me flowers? Mommy! You’re so sneaky!” April laughed at her daughter’s statement but couldn’t help the pride that filled her when she watched her nail all the dance moves on stage. She had never felt more proud of anyone ever before. Not even herself, or Jackson.
“That’s why I was running late, silly. You were so worried and I was just out picking up your flowers!” She explained and Harriet grinned. Jackson gave her a hug as well and congratulated her. Lucas patted her bun from Jackson’s waist when he bent down to hug her.
Michael went up to her after their hug was over and his small hand grabbed hers, “You did so good, Hattie. You danced pretty.”
“Thank you, Cael!” Harriet hugged him, her cheek pressed to his and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He grimaced slightly as she gripped him tighter. He started to wiggle to get away from her but April noticed the moment and thought it was too cute to not capture.
“Oh! You two stand there and let me take a picture!” April exclaimed. She got her camera from her purse and pointed it to them. They both smiled and Michael tried to pull away from her as April took the picture.
“Excuse me, ma’am.” A lady tapped April on the shoulder.
“Yes?” She politely asked the lady.
“Would you like me to take a picture of all of you?” The lady offered causing April to smile.
“Oh, that would be great! Thank you!” April grinned at her and then showed her how to work the camera. The lady nodded in understanding and pointed it at them.
“Ok, Jackson, you stand on the left and I will stand on the right. Hattie and Cael stand in front of me and daddy. Jackson, put Luke in between us,” April moved everyone to their places, “Ok, we’re ready!”
“Ok, everybody, say cheese!” The nice lady snapped the picture and handed her the camera back. They all thanked her for the picture. Harriet was bouncing on her feet, still buzzing from her performance. She could barely stand still. She began twirling around as April and Jackson looked over the pictures they had taken throughout the night.
“Harriet Marie Kepner-Avery! Your eyes were closed in this picture!” April said when she saw the picture they had just taken. Her daughter’s eyes were barely open, but her smile was still wide in delight.
“Sorry! The flash was too bright!“ She stopped twirling and apologized, pretending to not be able to see very well while blinking her eyes.
“Mommy, can we go get dinner? Please?” Michael interrupted their exchange when his stomach growled.
“Oh, please mommy!” Harriet begged along with her brother.
“Please mommy!” Jackson imitated his children and April giggled. It was already dark outside and they hadn’t eaten anything before they came.
April sighed, “Fine! How do waffles sound?” She asked, giving in to her family. They all cheered, exiting the building to the parking lot.
“Who’s riding with me and who’s riding with dad?” April asked as they made it to their cars. Jackson took Luke with him, since the carseat was already in his car and hard to move. The older two kids grabbed their booster seats and rode with April.
They ended their night at their favorite diner, The Waffle Stop, eating various types of waffles. They all sat together eating waffles, and baby food for Luke. April smiled as her family chattered and joked with each other. Harriet danced around in her seat to the music playing over the sound system. When they all finished, it was getting really late and it was already passed everyone’s bedtimes. All three children were on the verge of falling asleep in their seats.
“Ok, my little dancing queen, let’s go home! Time for bed!” April picked up Harriet from her chair and carried her outside, while Jackson took care of the boys. They got settled in and they started their way home. The car ride was rather quiet and she assumed both children were fast asleep.
Michael coughed, startling her and ruining the silence, but Harriet snoozed on. He couldn’t go to sleep as fast as his sister so he spoke to April instead, “Mommy? I wanna do stuff too!” He complained from his spot in the backseat.
“Like what, baby?”
“I wanna play basketball! Like daddy!” April’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. She hadn’t expected another one of her children to take interest in something so soon. Especially something that took up that much time. Time they didn’t have. They would have to make adjustments, but they could make it work, if that was what he really wanted. All she could think was how time consuming everything was going to be. Great. Another event to take up time. She guessed that would be their life now, running children place to place, but she would do anything if it made her kids happy. Their happiness was the most important thing, seeing they were the most important thing in her life. She had a feeling that Jackson would agree.
double prompt: Bondage*: Your character will be tied up./Blindfolded*: Your character will be blindfolded.
pairing: squabel
fandom: KHR
Rating: NC-17
warnings: Again, puppies and unicorns. (tw:blood just in case, because you know, Bel.)
If you haven't read this yet, here's part one
Happy Reading!
*****
One thing Belphegor both loved and hated about the Varia mansion was how chilly it got sometimes. There was a noticeable draft in the hallway at the moment, made even more noticeable by the fact the Belphegor was tied up there, blindfolded and pant-less.
At that moment, Belphegor had to wonder if anyone happened to be home other than Squalo and himself. Better yet, would anyone be shocked to come home and find him like that?
Belphegor shifted slightly to ease some of the tension in his arms. “…Ow, shit…” He muttered to himself when the movement, meant to help, instead only added to the strain, particularly in his left arm. Belphegor hissed in pain, his breathing going ragged as he stood on the balls of his feet. That helped a bit more. The prince sighed in respite, however temporary it was.
Squalo had disappeared upstairs nearly five minutes ago. As for the reason, Belphegor was unsure, but he left quite suddenly without a word, and only laughed when Belphegor demanded that he come back. He was sure that whatever Squalo was doing up there, he was taking his sweet time, just to be a dick.
The sound of light footsteps at the top of the stairs made Belphegor turn his head upwards.
“Squalo?” He called out. The footsteps grew closer and closer until he could feel the person walking past him, but there was no answer.
“Squalo!” He shouted again.
The only response he got was a swift punch in the stomach. Belphegor grunted in pain, automatically curling his legs upwards into himself despite the added dead weight nearly tearing muscle in his arms. He could take a punch from most people, but Squalo’s punches were in an entirely different league of their own. He was sure he’d have a bruise there by tonight.
“Shut up.” Squalo said curtly, and despite his previous annoyance at both being left alone and ignored, Belphegor silenced himself. A hand crept up his bare thigh, pushing his curled legs back towards the floor.
“Relax.” Squalo said in his ear before tugging his boxers down. Belphegor let out a little hiss as the material of the waistband brushed painfully against his erection, forcing it downward. It wasn’t as bad once his boxers were off though, and for that Belphegor sighed in relief.
“What, it hurts?” Squalo asked quietly, teasing him by tracing the underside of his cock with a finger. The cool, smooth material of Squalo’s gloves made Belphegor shiver. The prince stuffed his face into the crook of his arm to silence his moan.
“…F-fuck…” He panted into his arm as Squalo continued stroking the thick organ with the tip of his finger. Along the underside, over the tip, along the top, under his shirt and up his stomach. Belphegor arched into the touch, wincing slightly when Squalo’s hand passed over the spot where he had just violently sucker-punched him not two minutes ago.
The hand made a frustratingly slow sweep across the expanse of his chest and stomach before creeping back down towards his pelvis. Squalo let that hand rest on his hip while bringing his good hand into play, wrapping it around Belphegor’s cock and pumping it in the same teasingly sedated pace. Belphegor bucked his hips against the hand, groaning loudly into his arm. Squalo pushed him back, anchoring his hips against the wall.
“Stop fidgeting.” He said brusquely, quickening his pace. Belphegor let out a low moan as the warmth from the friction of Squalo’s hand jerking him off pooled in his lower stomach and crept down his legs. A warm pair of lips connected with the crook of his neck at the same moment Squalo’s thumb passed over the head of his erection; Belphegor could feel Squalo smirk against his skin before biting down hard, hard enough to draw blood, Belphegor was sure. Squalo let go after a few seconds, flicking his tongue lazily over the spot he had just bitten.
He slowed his hand, letting it simply ghost back and forth over Belphegor’s cock.
“Want me to go down?” He whispered in Belphegor’s ear. Belphegor could almost hear the smirk in Squalo’s tone. It wasn’t something he did often, but when Squalo occasionally felt like going down on him for a change, Belphegor could never refuse. Although he would never admit it, Squalo was a quick study, and after all the times Belphegor had enthusiastically gotten on his knees for him, he had most certainly picked up a few tricks.
The heat from the older man’s body faded away. Belphegor could hear the rustling of Squalo’s clothes as he sunk down to his knees, and tensed slightly with anticipation.
Thankfully, Squalo didn’t keep him waiting long.
In the same way Belphegor tended to start off, a warm, wet tongue glided over the tip before disappearing. Belphegor panted at the sudden sensation, groaning when it reappeared at the base. The prince’s head fell back against the wall, hissing with pleasure. He felt Squalo drag the flat of his tongue along the underside of his erection, giving it a teasing flick at the tip before letting it slide into his mouth.
For someone who was so adamant about giving head, Belphegor thought remotely, Squalo was surprisingly good at it. Behind the thick, dark fabric of the blindfold, Belphegor’s eyes fluttered shut, reveling in the sensation of Squalo’s hands pinning his hips to the wall and his warm mouth moving back and forth over his cock.
“…Mmmm…” Belphegor moaned quietly, his bottom lip snagged lustfully in his teeth. Squalo pulled away, swirling his tongue around the head before taking it back in his mouth, angling his neck to take it in deeper. At the moment, the previously searing pain in his arms was nothing but a dull ache in the background of the warm, electric sensations running through his body. Squalo movements were deliberate and teasing; every stroke of his tongue, every movement of his throat and neck, and especially the way he let his teeth graze over the shaft before pulling away.
He felt Squalo’s hand move towards his backside; deft fingers brushing along the smooth skin of his ass and over his entrance. Belphegor panted loudly, fidgeting at the sensation.
Squalo’s hand disappeared, quickly followed by the other. “…Hey…”Belphegor groaned, his voice thick with lust, “What’re you doing?”
Right on cue, he felt Squalo’s fingers brush against his entrance again, this time wet and slick with lubricant. So that’s what he had gone upstairs for.
His middle finger circled the muscle for a second before slowly sliding in. Belphegor’s body tensed in rejection for a few seconds before he finally willed himself to relax again. He quickly adjusted to the feeling of Squalo’s finger inside him, and Squalo took that as his cue to add a second finger, followed soon by a third. Belphegor settled back against the wall, his light pants falling into rhythm with the thrusts of Squalo’s hand.
Just as his hips began rocking in time with the wonderfully skilled hand, Squalo pulled away. Belphegor heard the rustling of fabric as Squalo stood up, the familiar sensation of Squalo’s body pressed against his making Belphegor grind against him with need. Despite his mind being a bit fogged over, a little smirk snaked its way onto Belphegor’s face when he heard Squalo groan.
Squalo pulled away momentarily; Belphegor heard the distinct sound of pants unzipping followed by the wet sound of lubricant being slathered on something (not that that particular ‘something’ was unfamiliar to him) and let out a giddy little pant of anticipation, a sound that did not go unnoticed.
Two hands roughly slid up the backs of his thighs and quickly hoisted him up, attacking his neck collar with vicious bites that were sure to bruise. They had stopped trying to hide their relationship from the others a long time ago, and now, nothing made Squalo smugger than seeing the bruises from his kisses and bites all over Belphegor. And the bigger they were, the better.
It would’ve seemed almost cruel, were it not for the fact that if his hands weren’t currently strapped to the railing of the stairs, Belphegor’s nails would’ve been embedded deep in the skin of Squalo’s back and shoulders, for as much as Squalo was a biter, Belphegor was a scratcher. And in the same way Squalo wasn’t satisfied unless his bites bruised, Belphegor wasn’t happy until Squalo was covered head-to-toe with bloody scratches.
The sex just wasn’t good unless they were literally tearing each other apart.
Squalo smirked against Belphegor’s neck. Although, it seemed that this time ,Belphegor would be the only one covered in battle scars.
Belphegor bucked in his arms. “…Come on…” He grunted, moving his neck away from Squalo’s lips. He heard Squalo growl before the feeling of teeth grazing his jaw made him instinctively turn his head to bite back at Squalo.
“Hoho, you tryin’ to bite me, kid?” Squalo said in amusement, moving his head away as Belphegor blindly snapped at him, his teeth clicking audibly each time. Like a crocodile.
Belphegor simpered. “Come here,” He murmured. Squalo knew what was coming, but obliged him anyway. He shifted closer, angling his head to kiss the prince. Belphegor responded eagerly, brushing his tongue along Squalo’s bottom lip before forcing his mouth open. Squalo could feel Belphegor grinning wickedly against his lips, the malicious intent rolling off of him in waves.
A smirk not unlike Belphegor’s snaked its way onto Squalo’s lips when he felt a sharp pain in his lower lip and the metallic taste of his blood in his mouth.
He pulled away briefly. With his little ripper smile and his blood coating his lips and dripping down his chin, Belphegor looked positively demonic. And Squalo knew that behind that blindfold, Belphegor’s eyes were half-lidded with psychotic bloodlust.
Belphegor let out a giggle as he leaned forward, flicking his tongue over Squalo’s bloodied bottom lip.
“That feels kinda nasty,” Belphegor said with his trademark snicker, “I bet you’ll need stitches for it, hmm?”
“Heh, probably.” Squalo grunted as he roughly entered Belphegor in one swift motion, catching the prince completely off guard. Despite the burning in his lip, Squalo smirked with almost vindictive satisfaction when the smug grin promptly slid off of Belphegor’s face. Purely out of spite, he pulled all the way out before viciously thrusting back in, reveling in the sound of Belphegor moaning, both in pain and pleasure.
“I-I hope you need fu-fucking stitches, bastard.” Belphegor panted against his cheek, rocking his hips to meet Squalo’s erratic thrusts halfway. In response, Squalo pinned Belphegor’s hips against the wall, hoisting him up higher to thrust upward. He tightened his grip on Belphegor’s thighs, clawing his gloved fingertips into the soft flesh with the intent of leaving marks.
The thumping of Belphegor’s back against the wall was becoming almost hypnotic, as was the sound of their pants and moans. Belphegor, nearing his climax, pressed his forehead to Squalo’s in show of submission, pressing his lips deliriously onto Squalo’s. Despite his previous ill-wishes, Squalo slammed his lips against the prince’s, heatedly returning the kiss. Gingerly, almost as if he felt bad for what he had done earlier (almost), Belphegor sucked and kissed at Squalo’s bottom lip, his feverish moans and begging for Squalo to fuck him harder quickly making Squalo forget Belphegor’s savage act.
At the moment, he only cared about seeing Belphegor lose his goddamn mind.
Squalo stopped thrusting, fully anticipating the look of irritation Belphegor would give him. Which he did, of course.
Irritation which quickly fell back into complete euphoria when Squalo re-positioned the both of them slightly, allowing him to move deeper inside of Belphegor. The prince’s head fell back against the wall with a dull thud, his mouth falling open with an audible shudder as Squalo slowly rocked against him, his good hand sliding between the two of them to wrap around Belphegor’s erection.
Squalo’s thrusts fell into rhythm with the steady pumping of his hand, moving a bit faster with each second. Belphegor’s hands tightened around the railing as he lost himself in the sheer pleasure. He licked his lips hungrily, the taste of Squalo’s blood on his lips only driving him closer to the edge.
The electric heat of his orgasm overtook him almost instantly; Squalo felt Belphegor’s essence spill onto his glove and arm as Belphegor groaned loudly, Squalo’s name was only a whisper, uttered between the harsh pants and euphoric muttering. Squalo followed a few seconds after, grunting into Belphegor’s neck as he came inside him.
As Squalo’s orgasm faded, he felt Belphegor go nearly limp in his arms, exhausted not just from their sex, but from the strain of his arms being tied up the way they were. He let Belphegor’s legs fall to the floor before reaching up to tug the blindfold off. Belphegor’s eyes cracked open slightly, only to see Squalo looking back at him smugly, even though his lip was still bleeding and torn quite badly.
He bit harder than he thought.
“Oi…can you let me down?” Belphegor asked quietly, his breathing slowly but surely returning to normal.
Squalo stared at him curiously for a moment before shrugging and unfastening his belt. Belphegor fell to the floor in an unceremonious heap, his arms completely numb. He tried to push himself up to a sitting position, letting out a little yelp when his arms wobbled and gave out from underneath him. He kicked out halfheartedly at Squalo when he heard the older man snort.
“Don’t laugh at me, douchebag.”
Squalo promptly erupted with laughter. “You look like a sack of shit!”
Belphegor growled. “Y-yeah? Watch. When you get your lip stitched, I’m gonna be right there to rip it the fuck open again.”
Squalo crouched down. "I'd pay to see that. You know, seeing as how you're pretty much paralyzed right now. Besides," He began as he leaned forward slightly, "that was worth it, wasn't it?"
Belphegor blinked tiredly. After a moment, his lip twitched upward in silent agreement. And with that, Squalo stood up and waved before walking down the hall towards the infirmary, zipping his pants up as he went.
"You're welcome to have your way with me anytime you want. Just expect a trip the infirmary afterward." He heard Belphegor mutter tiredly.
