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9

Oren

“ R ise and shine!” Oren sang as he threw the covers off Luc’s body, voice breaking when he realized that, of course, he was still naked under there.

He stopped and stared for a long moment, cock stirring with the remembered sensations of that same hard body pinning him to the bed, doing things to him Oren had only ever dreamed of. He’d only had him for a few days, but he already couldn’t imagine not waking up next to Luc, feeling his scorching-hot skin warming his body, and his arms, wings, and tail wrapped around him protectively.

Luc was all of his fantasies rolled into one.

Sure, maybe Oren hadn’t really expected to be getting all his needs met by the literal devil —that had never been a part of the story. But the pleasant aches in his body, the bone-deep satisfaction he felt, and the connection he knew was building between them as they talked in the quiet moments about nothing and everything made it so he didn’t really care at all.

They’d spent days since their first time chained to Luc’s bed. Literally, in Oren’s case. Luc had let him pick toy after toy to try out. He’d followed Oren’s lead and allowed him to explore, to voice his deepest desires into the sinful air, then enacted them for him like only the devil could.

Nothing was off limits or taboo. Whatever Oren asked for, he got. The soft red marks around his wrists refused to fade, and the angry purple bites littering his skin told the story of just how good they were together. His entrance was stretched and tender after being stuffed with both Luc’s cock and his toys countless times, and he felt more tired than ever before.

Oren had spent his life being unconventional to a degree. In part because of his illness, in part because he’d struggled to find his place in the world knowing he wouldn’t be there for long. Being in Luc’s arms felt like belonging for the first time.

He didn’t want to waste a single moment.

“Luc,” Oren called again. “Luuuuuuuuc!”

Luc shuffled on the bed, the thick muscles of his thighs bunching with the movement, but his lids remained firmly closed over those bright yellow eyes.

Oren pouted for a second before tilting his head with a grin. He jumped on top of Luc, straddling Luc’s naked hips with his own. Luc’s clawed hands gripped his hips reflexively when he landed, keeping him from toppling over to the other side.

“Minx,” Luc said, eyes still closed, and Oren rolled his hips into Luc’s.

“You were ignoring me,” Oren said.

“I was resting.”

“Lies.”

Luc let out a deep laugh, finally opening his eyes and meeting Oren’s. Oren held that bright yellow gaze, a smile firm on his lips as he raised his hands and cupped Luc’s jaw.

“Just small ones, hon,” Luc said, running his hands up and down Oren’s thighs.

“I don’t like it.” Oren exaggerated a pout as best as he could.

“And what do you like?” Luc whispered, tucking his fingers behind Oren’s knees and using the leverage to pull him up higher, until Oren’s ass settled over his hard cock.

“Oh…” Oren sighed when he felt those delicious ridges on the sensitive skin on the back of his thighs and ass.

“That?” Luc asked, gripping his hips again and holding him in place so he could rock his cock into Oren. “Or that?”

“Mhm…” Oren nodded, pulling on Luc’s chin until he lifted his head off the pillow and met Oren halfway. “I like all of that.”

He kissed Luc forcefully, wrapping his arms around his neck and gluing his chest to Luc’s. Their hips rolled together, and the thought of Luc’s bare cock rubbing between his legs made Oren dizzy.

Flashes of what they’d done the nights before ran through Oren’s mind. His breaths grew shorter with the sensory onslaught, his entire body lighting up with it. Luc’s tongue wrapped around Oren’s from both sides, the thin tendrils tickling the sensitive skin.

Something thick slithered down his neck and back, teasing, taunting as it found the crack of his ass and dove between his ass cheeks. He dug his nails into Luc’s pecs, splitting the skin the tiniest bit and reveling in the hiss Luc let out against Oren’s lips. He drew the breath into his own lungs, tasting fire and ash.

Luc would burn him from the inside out, Oren was sure of it.

“Luc…” He moaned when the tip of Luc’s tail circled around his entrance, spearing in slowly, maddeningly so. Luc had told him he could do a lot of things with his tail. He teased him about it when he had Oren on his cock. Dirty talked about it until he made him come with just the thought of it. He’d never done it before, and Oren was desperate for it.

He was just about to rise up on his knees to give Luc more room when a loud knock reverberated through the room, followed by a familiar bratty voice. “Oren!”

Luc groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, his tail still teasing just inside Oren’s body in shallow thrusts that had him chasing deeper ones.

“Ignore them,” Oren panted, sweat beading at his hairline as he rolled his hips to work Luc inside fully. “They’ll go away.”

Luc wrapped his arms around Oren’s waist to keep him in place, stealing control back and moving his tail in and out of his body at his own maddening pace. Oren struggled against his hold, wanting to get him in deeper, wanting him to go harder. Luc’s tongue slipped out, the thin tendrils of the forked tip surrounding Oren’s nipple, teasing it into a stiff peak and making him whimper.

Another series of impatient knocks echoed, louder and more demanding, and Oren slumped in Luc’s hold, chest heaving and cock still angry red and hard between the two of them.

“I should have known it wouldn’t work,” Oren lamented. “Azoth won’t just leave because you ignore him.”

“How do you know it’s him?” Luc asked, refusing to move his tail and in the process edging the hell out of Oren.

“His voice is a bit raspier than Tarik’s.” Oren was still squirming. Words were hard to form. As were thoughts. “Hard to explain. They just sound different.”

“And that’s Azoth?” Luc asked, nudging Oren slowly lower—just enough that the pointed tip of his tail was now brushing his prostate. Oren cried out, the cry turning into a suspended keen when the press against his prostate got harder, rubbing, prodding.

Luc eyed him from beneath his dark eyebrows, eyes full of fire, then turned his head toward the door again. “Who is it?”

His voice was as casual as if he were asking the time.

“Azoth,” the voice said, sounding annoyed at having to even answer.

“Who?” Luc asked again, feigning confusion while his tail twisted.

It was too much. Oren tried to get off his lap, but Luc mercilessly held him where he was. A pair of butter-soft leather straps that had been discarded somewhere in the bed at some point over the last few days went around his wrists and bound them in place in front of his body.

“Luc…” Oren gasped, throwing his head back when Luc finally pulled him down all the way until Oren’s ass was flush with his thighs and his tail was fucking against his prostate almost viciously.

“This time we’re not stopping. Azoth can wait,” Luc purred into his neck, licking a stripe up his jugular. Oren no longer had any blood pumping through his veins, he was as dead as a doornail, but it still felt dangerous. “I wasn’t done with you.”

“Fuck…” Oren whimpered, rolling his hips, thrashing against the restraints.

“Exactly, hon,” Luc said, digging his claws into Oren’s ass cheeks and spreading him open, giving his tail room to rail into him.

“OREN!” Azoth shouted again, sounding more than pissed off—more like deadly. “OPEN. THE. DOOR. HUMAN!”

He hammered on the door in time with Luc’s thrusts, and Oren tried, he really did, but all that came out of him was a silent scream when Luc stabbed the pointy tip of his tail into his prostate. He gripped Luc’s horns with his bound hands, pulling his head to his chest to get him to lick his nipples again.

Luc’s hard, ridged cock rubbed between Oren’s thighs, and Oren was torn between wanting to have Luc’s cock inside him and riding his tail until he came so hard he blacked out.

The latter won when Luc gripped him hard enough to stop him from moving completely, leaving Oren at his mercy.

Azoth was pounding at the door some more and Oren’s ears were ringing. He couldn’t catch his breath. He was burning up. He was losing his mind.

He shattered completely when Luc’s tail flicked his prostate one last time, wrenching his orgasm from him forcefully. He screamed, vaguely aware of Luc coming beneath him and painting his thighs warm.

Oren’s entire body shook in the aftermath, his legs barely holding him up. He was spread over Luc’s lap, still restrained and weak, wishing he could collapse but kept upright by Luc’s solid form.

“You know,” Azoth drawled, “it’s rude to have sex while someone is waiting and not invite them!”

Oren flushed, wondering why he was so surprised at his own audacity after the past few days. They’d been nearly having public sex all over Hell before they finally got down to it.

“Give me a minute,” he called, voice as wobbly as his legs felt. “I’m coming!”

“Again?” Azoth asked in faux shock. “Maybe the boss has more stamina than I thought.”

Luc snorted at the insult and rubbed a hand over Oren’s stomach, smearing his spend into his skin. “Maybe I’ll just keep you tied here and leave him waiting.”

Oren squirmed at the temptation, but there was a part of him that was itching to see what Azoth wanted. He’d slightly lost track of all his organization as he and Luc got… acquainted, so at the reminder of life outside these walls, with his virgin soul freshly satisfied and debauched, he was eager to hop back into the fray.

“I’m sure whatever he wants will be quick,” Oren said.

Luc slid his hand down and played at his tender hole possessively. “But maybe I don’t want to share you for even that long.”

Oren bit his lip, already weakening. “Please?”

Luc sighed and released the restraints. “To be honest, I need to check on a few things anyway. So maybe we should come up for air. Temporarily.”

Oren smiled and rubbed his wrists, sliding out of bed. His legs about buckled underneath him, but he used the bed as support as he gave himself a cursory wipe down before grabbing a robe. He noticed Luc lazily doing the same to his tail, wiping it clean, and Oren’s hole twitched.

He ignored it and limped to the door.

He cracked it open a sliver and found Azoth leaning against the opposite wall, filing the tips of nails that looked like razors lazily. Red eyes flicked up to him and scanned up and down, like he was reading the sex on him like a well-worn novel.

“Two-second wonder?”

“We were just cleaning up,” Oren said, holding the robe closed. “Was there something you needed? And where is Tarik?”

It was the strangest thing to see one without the other.

At the mention of his twin, Azoth visibly bristled, his velvet skin rising slightly and no longer in a happy sheen. He looked uncomfortable and upset. “He had to stay with the eggs while I came to get you.”

“The eggs?” Oren tilted his head.

“Don’t you know where baby demons come from?” Azoth scoffed.

“No, actually.”

“Well, now you can learn. Let’s go.” Azoth stepped forward and grasped his wrist through the crack. “Tarik is missing me.”

“Hands off,” Luc said, opening the door wider with a hand braced over Oren’s head.

Oren glanced over his shoulder to find Luc dressed in leather trousers and a leather harness that was buckled tightly across his chest. He looked mouthwatering.

Azoth pouted and released his grip, glaring at Luc. “He has to come!”

“To do your job for you so you and Tarik don’t have to deal with the hatching?” Luc asked dryly. “You try and wiggle out of it every year.”

Azoth scowled and bared his sharp teeth, the incisors extended.

But Oren was already sold.

“The baby demons are hatching?” Oren cooed, cupping his hands and putting them under his chin. “Can we see? Please, please, pleaaase.”

Luc sighed, and Azoth smirked.