Chapter 19

Nineteen

They ended up back in the bedroom, of course. Eventually the kissing got more prevalent than the brownie eating, and Beel wasn't even sure who ended up leading who because they were too busy kissing in between taking steps.

When they got to the bedroom, Jon flopped himself on the bed, blushed, and stared at Beel, who was standing at the end of the bed. Beel had every intention of getting the cock that was currently tenting Jon's boxers into his mouth again. Beel slid off his own boxers and preened more than a little when Jon couldn't take his eyes off Beel's hard length.

He gave himself one long, slow stroke, squeezing the head a bit, and Jon groaned as a drop of precum appeared.

"You do this to me. So fucking sexy. I wanna suck you," Beel demanded.

"Me first," Jon murmured, sliding off the bed and kneeling in front of Beel.

By all the nine hells, when Jon's mouth engulfed him in all that wet heat, Beel could barely keep from thrusting his hips in further. Jon looked up at him, and the sexy smirk on his face around Beel's cock was almost his undoing.

"Oh demons, you are so fucking sexy. That is so good, love. Fuck," Beel whimpered.

Jon went to work, licking and sucking and sliding his mouth up and down Beel's dick, one hand working the shaft at the same time. Beel rested his hand on Jon's head, and Jon groaned and nodded, so Beel gave his hair a little experimental tug. Jon's eyes just about rolled back in his head and he moaned, lifting his other hand to hold onto Beel's thigh. Jon nodded and moaned again, and Beel kept up a gentle pressure on his hair and started thrusting.

"Fuck, love. Your mouth is fucking amazing," Beel ground out. Jon was moaning on his dick, and his tongue was moving as Beel thrust in and out, and Beel could feel himself building to an orgasm.

"Too good. Fuck, it's too good," Beel whined, pulling Jon's mouth off of him. Jon pouted up at him, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide, his mouth wet and shiny.

"On the bed, love. I'm not ready to be done with you," Beel demanded.

Jon slipped his boxers off and climbed onto the bed, and then he looked up at Beel shyly.

"What do you want, love?" Beel asked.

"Can I…" Jon hesitated, turning that adorable shade of pink that Beel was totally in love with.

That thought almost knocked Beel over, but he realized it was true. He did love Jon. He knew what love was from having a family with Gabe, and now even with Az (it kind of pained Beel to admit he loved the annoying demon, but he did). But they were family. What he felt for Jon was deeper and stronger. Maybe he was crazy, but he didn't care; he just hoped Jon was as crazy as he was.

"Anything, love. You can have anything," Beel promised.

"Will you show me your demon form? You said it's mostly the same, and I just… I mean, it's ok if you don't want to," Jon added.

But Beel was already transforming. He was nervous, but fuck it—if Jon didn't mind that he was sometimes a blue and orange frog, he figured a tail and some horns weren't going to freak the guy out.

Jon stared at him, licking his lips, and Beel let his tail snake forward to wrap around his own cock.

"Holy fucking fuck," Jon whispered, watching with glazed eyes and his mouth open, breathing fast. Jon definitely liked the tail.

Beel chuckled. He crawled up the bed, working his way between Jon's legs, and then he had the most perfect dick back in his mouth, and he let his tongue split and wrap around the head, sucking and licking and working Jon mercilessly.

"Fuck!" Jon cried out. "I can't. You're gonna make me come. Please, Beel, I need you inside me."

Beel groaned in disappointment. He'd love to suck Jon off and taste his sweetness, but he wanted the closeness of being inside him even more. He slid up until their cocks were pressed together, rubbing against each other. They both groaned at the friction, and they kissed frantically, a messy clash of tongues and teeth and lips, but it didn't matter. Beel wanted to be consumed by Jon. It all felt so good.

He slicked his tail, and as their hard dicks thrust against each other, Beel let his tail circle around Jon's hole and lightly press inside.

Jon pulled his mouth away, gasping. "Ohmygod! Ohmygod, Beel, holy fuck, is that your tail? Oh god, yes, yes," he cried as Beel let it slip further in.

Beel kissed Jon's neck and shoulder, nipping and sucking at any skin he could reach. Jon was mewling, the most beautiful and sexy sounds coming from his mouth as Beel pressed in with his tail.

He found that little bundle of nerves and pushed, and Jon panted like he was running a marathon. "Fuck yes, fuck, right there. Oh god, Beel. Please. Please."

"Does that feel good, love? Demons, you are so fucking sexy. I could come just watching you fall apart in my arms," Beel moaned.

Beel widened his tail, stretching Jon, and Jon moaned and thrust his hips up, making their dicks rub even more. If Beel wasn't careful they'd both come like this, but he wanted inside his perfect human.

Jon seemed to have the same thought, because he murmured, "Want you in me, Beel. Want you to fill me up and come in me. Please. Wanna feel you everywhere," he whispered.

Beel pulled his tail out, Jon groaning in disappointment, but he angled Jon's hips up and thrust his cock inside Jon's hole in the next breath, and they both moaned out in pleasure.

Beel stayed there for a minute, letting Jon get used to the stretch, and Jon opened his eyes. Beel gazed down at him, overcome with emotion.

"I love you," Beel blurted out. He couldn't help it; he couldn't stop himself from saying it, even though he knew it was too soon.

Fuck. He was always so awkward.

But Jon smiled softly, gazing into Beel's eyes like he was searching. He reached a hand up and pressed it against Beel's cheek.

"I love you too, Beel. I know it's crazy, but I know how I feel. I feel like we're tied together, right here," Jon whispered, his hand pressing against Beel's chest and then against his own. "I feel you, Beel. I don't know if that's a demon thing or something, but I have never felt this way about anyone else."

Beel leaned down and kissed Jon, and then he was moving, sliding in and out of Jon, and it felt like the entire universe was theirs. He didn't know where he ended and Jon began; it was just all skin and warmth and unendurable bliss. They whispered words of love and slowly rocked together, the pleasure building between them.

Then Beel angled just right and hit Jon's prostate, and Jon made those sexy mewling, panting noises, and Beel couldn't hold back. Jon's ass was milking Beel's cock, and he rocked back onto Beel's dick, and Beel was so fucking close. He reached his tail forward and wrapped it around Jon's dick, and Jon gasped, his eyes shooting wide open.

Then Jon was coming on his chest, and Beel's own orgasm crashed into him so they were coming together. It was as if they were one being, endlessly wrapped together in bliss as their orgasms went on and on, the pleasure leaving them both breathless and limp. Eventually, Beel fell forward onto Jon, and their lips pressed together. They were barely even kissing; they shared air, simply breathing each other in.

It was perfection.

Beel wanted it to last forever, but they both grew sensitive, and eventually Beel slid out of Jon. He made a little sound of disappointment, but as Beel settled beside him, Jon curled into him, wrapping an arm and a leg around him. Beel grabbed on and wrapped himself around Jon too, humming in happiness.

"I do love you," Beel whispered.

"I do love you, too," Jon whispered back.

"You're amazing, do you know that?" Beel asked.

Jon shyly smiled against his chest. "Give me a half hour and we'll do amazing all over again," he flirted.

"Oh, you have a deal, my sexy love," Beel chuckled, kissing Jon's head where it rested against his chest. "I will never get enough of you," he promised.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, Beel," Jon professed.

"Well, I'm no prince from a fairy tale, but at least I have a demon tail to make things interesting," Beel chuckled.

"Yes, that tail… oh the possibilities. Far better than any fairy tale," Jon laughed.

They lay there, softly touching, kissing, and just basking in each other. A half hour passed, then another, but it was ok, because they had all the time in the universe now. Beel could feel it. Jon was his. He knew what Az and Gabe shared, and he knew, without a doubt, that he had found his own soulmate.