I can’t help but help with procrasti— wait what that’s not what I mean at all! 45 and 46 looks like they’d go good together though, with whichever muses you fancy~
(Dante/Credo, postDMC5, and yes thank you for help with the procrasti-)
“Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?”
“How’re we gonna explain this?”
Dante groaned as he thrust hard into Credo, his demonic face buried into his lover’s shoulder. The two had reunited only recently, trying so hard not to touch each other while in polite company, but with everyone finally out of Kyrie’s home for dinner, they could finally indulge in each other.
The two barely got into Credo’s bedroom before Dante triggered, sharpened fangs and claws tugging at his clothes to get them out of the way. The encounter was a whirlwind of pants and shed clothes, kisses and mouthed apologies into skin darkened by love bites and lust, and the devil determined to make sure his mate knew how much he loved him, how much he missed him.
“I’m close!” Dante growled, caging Credo in with fire-hot muscles and scaled arms. Credo groaned at the heat that seemed to suffocate everything around him, except Dante’s voice. He could feel his body, that coil inside him, so close to releasing-
He wasn’t sure what he felt first: an unexpected jolt of the bed or Dante’s hot seed filling him. His legs shook as the feeling tipped him over the edge, his cock squirting cum on the sheets and his stomach. He let out a weak groan, relaxing as he caught his breath while Dante slowly pulled out of him.
“Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit...” Dante panted. Credo glanced back to him, confused.
“I...I think we just broke the bed.” Credo blinked. Well that explained the jolt he felt. “How am I going to explain this to N-”
“I will handle it.” Credo cut him off. “After we bathe.” He saw Dante perk up at the thought of sharing a bath with him. He felt Dante scoop him up into his arms and carry him to the bathroom.
