I Summoned A Demon Prince?! (Z3N)

[Theseus]

Ezekiel felt more than a little exposed here after confessing about what has been bothering him. It's bullshit and yet here he is, feeling his heart pound restlessly inside of his chest with anxiety. Even though it was his choice to be at least truthful with the demon, albeit still holding back some of the truth. It wasn't necessary to spill everything, to lay all his cards down and hope for the best in his vulnerable state. It can just be saved for another time, or never. Preferably never. He wished the fat ass cat was still here, that way if it didn't go over well he could hide behind Albus. Yeah, it sounded fucking stupid, but he's not disregarding that option just for the sole reason of how idiotic he would look.

 

He rolled his eyes at the one thing Bastran would pick out of everything he just fucking spilled without a thought. Seriously? That's the thing the demon is focused on the most? Fucking weirdo. Despite that thought, Ezekiel still blushed a tad bit brighter and muttered lowly; "Fuck you." How in the every-loving hell is he suppose to response to that? That he finds either form just as erotic and adorable? But that would lead down the road of his more explicit way of thinking and he's not fucking ready to say that. It's better to just keep it platonic and light-hearted and something equally sappy. (Even though the prince makes certain "aspects" of himself stand at attention. )

 

"Like hell I did," Ezekiel growled because this fucking asshole just has to point that out. Also it was half of a confession to be correct but Bastran doesn't need to know that small bit of information. He felt himself stiffen up a bit when the demon explained himself,and he hated how his heart burst with joy. So, he actually wants to touch him? Again, fucking why? He's no exactly the best person out there. And in some way, the demon likes him. Fuck. The corners of his mouth twitched up a bit as he tried to bite back a smile from forming on his lips. Instead, forcing himself to pout and ignore how he felt giddy at the thought that he wasn't the only one here and fucking hell he sounds stupid.

 

Feeling the bed dip as the demon laid next to him, he raised any eyebrow at the prince's teasing remark. Well, still an asshole. "And you're still a fucking pervert," he answered back, no real malice in his voice as he stretched out. Settling deeper into the mattress as what feels like a weight lifted off of him. Huh, guess it did make him feel a bit better confessing a bit. (Only a bit, why the hell would he say everything that he's feeling? Yeah, hell no. One step at a time. Or just one step. ) Ezekiel's eyes widened in abrupt shock; is he fucking serious? He made to yell at the asshole because for fucks sakes they were having a moment here, that is, until he felt a hand go up his shirt. Sliding over his skin and causing his form to jolt into a deep seated shudder.

 

He wanted to do nothing but jump right off this this bed and lock himself in the bathroom for the rest of fucking forever. However, he paused; maybe, he could give the demon a taste of his own medicine? Granted, he has no fucking clue what he's doing but Bastran did confess to finding him attractive. (No he fucking didn't but he wants to touch him so it could be true to a certain extent.)

 

Swallowing down the dryness in his throat and the nerves pulsing in his veins, Ezekiel sat up. Gazing down at the prince as he said, tone low in a near growl; "Would you like that? Watching me get off?" Merlin even saying makes him embarrassed as hell! Yet, he kept up the bravado, moving so that he was hovering over the other's form. Hands resting on either side of the demon's head, his left leg resting between the demon's. Ezekiel leaned forward, his nose brushing against the other's as he continued speaking; "You really are a pervert, you'd probably imagine it being your hand wrapped around my cock and making me cum." The thought of the other giving him an "hand" causing him to nearly drop the teasing act. Fuck, he needs to just focus.

 

Lowering himself a bit, Ezekiel brushed his lips softly against the demon's, voice moving down an octave; "Bastran," he dragged out the prince's name. "What if I already decided on what I want? On what I need? Then what?" With that, he sat up, trailing his hands over the demon's muscular chest and Jesus fucking Mary and Joseph why is the fucking asshole so damn ripped? That should be illegal. He licked his lips before smirking; "Or, are you just talking?" God he sounds like a cheap porn-star. Not that he knows what they sound like, that is.Just...he just fucking does damn it!

[Z3N]

Him being a pervert was probably the truth, he just didn’t stand still at it since nobody really questioned his actions in the underworld. It wasn’t weird to see a couple fucking in an alleyway either when they couldn’t hold back anymore. It wasn’t that an unusual sight, he had gotten used to it as he grew up in such an environment. The palace, more like the servants, were the same though they tried to be more discreet about it. More careful so they wouldn’t get caught immediately. They weren’t banned from the place, just given a minor punishment which involved something stupid just as taking care of the garden for the whole day which was needed since it was way too big. The reason why it looked so pretty most of the time.

 

At his suggestion, the human seemed to have taken it seriously this time, making him go into a more aggressive mode which made Bastran speechless. Gawking at Ezekiel once he sat up straight and came to move over Bastran himself. His eyes seemingly going brighter out of excitement and wonder. The male’s tone of voice became lower as well, having to admit that it sounded seductive hearing it from up close. Trapped between Ezekiel’s limbs, he couldn’t do anything but stay still and watch the scene unfold in front of him.

 

This was… exciting. It wasn’t scary nor disgusting, instead he wanted to see more of what the male would do to him. The close proximity of the other’s face made him feel the breath on his skin, making that sole place hot, tingling. Biting his bottom lip as he looked up. Shuddering as he felt the hand on his chest, tracing the lines of his abs ever so wanting. Even though the male was still a virgin, the guy knew what he was doing even though it was unconsciously. One could say that instincts could take over in situations like these.

 

His thoughts slipping into a more dangerous territory the longer he stayed into this position. A faint pink colour brushed over his cheeks and neck as he was liking it more than he thought he would. Melting at each other’s touch, each breath caused by one simple movement, soft moans echoing through the room. Lips touching, tongues intertwined, drops of sweat rolling down their skin, mixing with each other into one big mess.

 

Snapping out of it as he felt himself awakening down under. Fuck. He didn’t think that his imagination would get the better of him and make him aroused. They hadn’t even done anything yet but he had to admit, he didn’t dislike to be dominated either. Licking his lips once he heard the words spilling out of Ezekiel’s mouth.

 

Moving his hips so his crotch would rub against Ezekiel’s leg. Smirking towards the other. “Watching is boring so since I’m like this already, what will you do?” He responded seductively. “What’s it going to be virgin?” His smirk never seeming to fade away.

[Theseus]

It was more than exciting, being in this more dominate position above Bastran. Every other time the demon was the one making Ezekiel into an embarrassing mess of raging hormones. And to be on top this time, to be the one that makes the other weak to him was fucking thrilling. Feeling the demon shudder underneath him from the smallest of touches, Jesus he could get addicted to this. He wonders if he could make him moan, or whimper in need for him to touch the prince. To give him what he needs and shit this was suppose to just be teasing. But, fuck, he wants to see that needy side of Bastran. To fuck that infuriating smirk right off his face. (This is escalating way past him teasing the demon back and he doesn't know if he should be worried or not. All the blood rushing downwards as the sight of pink flush dusting the skin of the demon's face makes it hard to decide.)

 

Ezekiel tilts his head to the side, wondering what he would do if he wanted to take Bastran apart. Would he be a beggar? A screamer? Fucking hell why is that more important after they just have a damn moment! And yet the horny part of him strongly disagrees with that and argues that yes, it was fucking important. His body jumped a tad when he felt the prince move his hips downward on his leg, rubbing his erection against him and oh. Holy fucking hell. When the demon spoke, seduction seeping out of his voice, he hates how sudden heat bursts inside of him. No, no he won't let the demon win! He's going to be the dominate one here.

 

"Hm," Ezekiel hummed, excitement thrumming through his being as he rubbed his thigh against the other's cock. Leaning forward as he brushed his lips against the skin of the demon's neck. "Funny," he moved his hand downward, cupping the prince's cock gingerly before squeezing. "Since a virgin made you this way." He bit down onto the supple flesh lightly before kissing the skin in apology. Repeating the process as he moved upwards towards the prince's ear and growling lowly; "Maybe I should punish you with all that fucking teasing you've been doing."

 

Okay, so maybe he was getting more into to this, just a bit, than he initially thought he would. But can you blame him? This demon teased him the whole day, made him pop a boner in his own house, and now he has the prince underneath him like something to completely devour. Rubbing up against him with such need. However, he wants more; he wants to see how much further he can take it before the demon breaks and begs him for something. Merlin, has he always been this sadistic? Ezekiel licked up the shell of Bastran's ear, breathing hotly onto the skin as he moved his other hand towards the demon's leg. Grabbing it by the back of its thigh and lifting is so that it was wrapped around his waist.

 

Leaning his whole body against the demon's so they were flushed together. Their chests rubbing against one another with each deep breath that he took. This was just suppose to be teasing, just suppose to be him proving a point or something. (If this is how they tease each other or prove a point, he is getting behind this 100%. No questions asked. Nope. He's fully okay with this. Also if this keeps up he's really not going to school for the rest of this contract because fuck who would when they can do this?)

[Z3N]

The moment he said that, he saw he pulled some switch as the behaviour of Ezekiel took a complete turn. One that was more exciting than the depressive state from before. If he could do this without taking serious measurements, this was the best. The look in the human’s eyes changing completely once he rubbed his crotch against the male’s leg. Honestly, he started to expect more from the other and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing since they were a different kind, coming from other worlds. But since their bodies were almost completely similar, having sex shouldn’t be all too different from what it was supposed to be. It should be fine.

 

Growling once he heard the remark of Ezekiel, he couldn’t say something back since he knew it was the truth. How annoying. Gritting his teeth however when he was being rubbed roughly, feeling it through his pants by the way the human moved. Fucking hell. This excitement was way different from the underworld, from the people he had gotten together with for the night. Maybe it was because he truly started to like someone for the first time in his life in a romantic way and not just because they were at the right time and place. His legs spreading themselves a bit more open so the other could come even closer if the male wanted to.

 

His body craving for attention which he received as Ezekiel leaned down and started kissing his skin. Barely holding back a moan as his crotch was being squeezed ever so lightly. Blood rushing downstairs in an instant as he started to feel good. This guy was certainly something else. He didn’t think Ezekiel had it in him in the first place, but look at them now.

 

Kiss marks being placed from his neck towards his ear, hearing the voice more clearly. Seriously, this felt so good that it made him almost go crazy. The places where Ezekiel’s breath touched his skin were tingling, a burning sensation. Wanting more of it, wanting for his whole body to feel this way. As his leg was lifted up and placed onto the other’s waist, he blinked rapidly since this was going to be quite the sight. Feeling himself getting hotter by every minute that passed.

 

Rubbing against each other as if they were wild animals. The only thing that was in the way were their clothes. His smirk started to change into a more seductive smile, licking his lips softly. “Then punish me master.” He whispered into Ezekiel’s ear ever so daringly. Wrapping his arms loosely around the male’s neck. Biting lightly into the other’s shoulder, letting his tongue go over it afterwards.

 

“If you dare that is.” He provoked once again. One hand starting to move down slowly, slipping it underneath Ezekiel’s shirt and letting it move to the back, taking a hold of the other’s waist.

[Theseus]

There was a deep, dark satisfaction at how the demon responded to him. And Ezekiel is getting high off this feeling, his breathing becoming heavy with the many ideas. With the possibilities he could do to the prince. Ezekiel never experienced this, and is somewhat happy that he's a virgin. Gives his nonexistent ego a boost with the way Bastran easily submitted to him, with some snarky remarks here and there. And the demon seemed to notice that fact as well, if Ezekiel is deciphering that growl correctly. It made him chuckle with a swell of pride at how he made the other unable to retort back.

 

(This is probably a once in a life time experience and he's going to milk for everything it has.)

 

Ezekiel let out a groan in reply, that moan from the prince making a shiver travel down his spine. Fuck, he wants to hear more of those moans. Maybe even hear the prince say his name when he pounds him into the mattress. Wait, fuck what about condoms? It's not like he has a fucking sex supple stash in his room for very evident reasons. Do demons even carry STDs? (The more important question i was they packing the same equipment or?) Ah, but he can't find it in himself to give a damn about that. Ezekiel felt his body shudder aggressively at what Bastran whispered into his ear. Fucking hell, master?

 

The demon, the prince of fucking Hades, just egged him on to punish him and called him fucking master.

 

They're not going to school tomorrow, or the next week, or for the rest of the fucking year. When the demon provoked him again, subtly holding onto his waist from underneath his shirt, Ezekiel moved back, looking down at the prince for a second as a smirk appeared in his face. A thought appearing in his mind on what exactly he wants to do. And he can't wait to bring this fucker down a peg.

 

Then, he pressed their lips together into a deep kiss, moving both his hands down to grope and squeeze the demon's ass. Relishing at the fact that it was spilling out of his hands. He wonders if the prince would take it in stride, or be shy about it. Well, he's going to find out. Grazing his lips against Bastran's bottom lip, dragging his teeth along the flesh in a soft bite before moving backwards and sitting up straight.

 

Ezekiel kept the smirk in place, raising a taunting eyebrow down at the prince before grabbing the demon's leg and flipping him onto his hands and knees. He hates to admit how many times today that he thought about doing this. And now he actually can. He grazed his hands down the span of Bastran's back, settling them on the other's hips. "Maybe, if you're good for me, I'll give you an award. But first," he dragged his blunt nails against the underside of the prince's thighs slowly, licking his lips. "Be good boy and strip for me."

 

"Trust me, Princey?" Ezekiel whispered, wrapping his fingers around that tail that's been taunting him in that fucking kitchen for far too long in the spur of the moment.

[Z3N]

Bastran hummed towards Ezekiel, feeling a little too relaxed at the moment as he didn’t feel like the guy would do anything weird. Chewing onto his bottom lip as he waited for the male. The smirk that appeared however made him feel a bit more on edge since he hadn’t seen that one before. Settling himself a bit better, getting ready for whatever was about to come despite not knowing what exactly. It was a surprise, it just depended on if it was a good or not. Maybe a bit of both seeing that the male started to drown into pleasure. He didn’t blame Ezekiel as he was the one who edged the guy into this, provoking him a bit too much.

 

Moving along with the initiated kiss, tasting every bit from them human. They were a little salty due to the rice they had eaten before. Yet the taste was addicting as they were from his contractor, the one he was interested in like he hadn’t been before. Tightening his grip on the other’s waist so he could move more steadily, however that was gone once the other decided to turn this around. Literally even. His ass being squeezed, massaged. His lip was being bitten, not hard enough to bleed.

 

Then Ezekiel suddenly moved backwards, making Bastran wonder what the guy was up to. They were both feeling it so why? His question was kind off answered as he heard what was being done next. As his leg was grabbed, he was forced to turn around by the movements Ezekiel made. Groaning as he wasn’t too sure what was going on right now but still went along with it as he tried to not think about it too much.

 

Fingers moving over his back and digging into his thighs, he huffed as he fisted the sheets. Chuckling as he heard the commands of the other. “As you…” A moan escaped his mouth as his tail was grabbed all of a sudden. Having forgotten to pull it back in before. His tail was sensitive at times like these, his whole body shivering at the touch. Shit, fucking shit. He thought to himself as the other would’ve probably realized by now that his tail was one of his weak spots that he couldn’t do anything about.

 

However he regained his composure as he didn’t want to go down without putting up some kind of fight with the human. His tail escaping the grip of Ezekiel, twisting around himself so it couldn’t be caught so easily again. “Like this? You can’t even undress me by yourself?” He taunted Ezekiel in a sweet yet provoking voice. Glancing behind him as he slowly pushed his pants and underwear down. “You’re really a handful.” He commented. “So what are you going to do now, admire my ass?”

 

His tail then started to move towards Ezekiel, swishing from left to right, brushing against his thigh and moving upwards. Going between his legs and pressing upwards softly, feeling the hard-on almost immediately.

[Theseus]

Ezekiel, for the life of him, can't figure out how he got so abruptly lost with heated lust. And honestly, he doesn't give a fuck right now. Not with the demon underneath him on his hands and knees, waiting to just be taken. Yeah, the "how" part is not what he's worried about at the moment. Then again, he's never really thought he would be doing this with anyone well, ever. Mostly due to his unstoppable hatred towards nearly everyone. And the fact that most of them avoid him equally. (And Bastran just became the exception to this rule, along with the other unspoken ones in not even a full day. )

 

The sudden moan the demon prince released made his breath hitch at the sound. His cock twitching within the confines of his sweatpants. Fucking hell, the demon's tail was sensitive? It felt smoother than he thought, similar to the prince's own skin and yet not the same at all. Ezekiel half expected it to feel like leather and not be a sensitive fucking tail at all. Biting his lip, he tightened his hold on the tail, wanting to hear more of those noises fall from the demon's lips. Maybe even see if Bastran's voice would go up an octave, or if the demon would beg him.

 

A whine nearly came out when the tail moved out of his grasp, wrapping itself around the demon and far away from him and his grabby hands. Fuck, he's going to exploit that. Demon being annoying? Ezekiel's just going to trail his fingers along the fucker's tail and make him into a moaning mess. He's starting to realize he might be a bit more sadistic than he initially thought. There's a lot of things he's discovering about himself today. Cool. "Why the hell would I do that when you haven't been a good boy," Ezekiel said without hesitation, surprising himself at how quick the response came. Okay, he's way more fucking perverted than he realized. Well, going to just roll with it.

 

Ezekiel's eyes zeroed in on the exposed skin shown to him, licking his lips at the supple skin. Shit, what was he going to do again? He fucking forgot! It should be dangerous at how easy the demon can make him forget that he had a fucking plan damn it! And he has every attention on fulfilling it as soon as he remembers what it fucking was-! "Ngh," Ezekiel moaned (he didn't fucking whine, he just let out an elongated moan that so happened to be up an octave), his hips jerking up towards the touch and his eyes fluttering close for a second before focusing right back on Bastran.

 

Fucking asshole. The prince really thinks he has control here. (Maybe later he could hold him down and wait no fucking focus right now!) With his left hand, Ezekiel grazed his fingers along the base of the other's tail. Varying the pressure between light caresses and firm grasps between his finger tips. With his right hand, he raises it up in the air, saying; "Be good."

 

With that, Ezekiel brought his hand down and smacked the demon's ass. The sound enacting in the room from the hit that was hard enough to sting but not hard enough to be too painful.

[Z3N]

Bastran thought Ezekiel was both funny and attractive by the way he acted. It was probably his fault that they got into this situation but he didn’t hate it. He actually wanted it to happen. It having been a while and he was pretty pent up as he hadn’t done anything to relieve himself as he had his hands full in the underworld. Just when he had some time to be alone, he was suddenly summoned to this world too. It was bad luck with good luck since now he didn’t just need to be satisfied with his hand alone which was kind off boring. There was no actual stimulation except with his mind and sometimes view when he would get his hands on a good magazine demons brought from the human world. Having to admit that humans could be enticing in a way.

 

Hearing the moan that was let out by the human, he started to feel even more excited than he already was. Glancing to the back to see the face of Ezekiel which was written in pleasure. So he was doing something right here, perhaps he should tease the other more but how? There were a lot of options but he didn’t know which one would work on the guy. Chewing on his bottom lip as he gazed out in front of him, thinking about what he should do for his next move. Feeling the other getting tighter from his tail, making the smirk come back on Bastran’s lips as he felt like he was getting the upper hand again.

 

Freezing as he felt the other’s hands on the base of his tail. He could almost purr right then and there but that would’ve been just plain weird. He wasn’t some godforsaken cat, that fucking creature that only caused chaos wherever it went. Hating himself for even thinking about doing something like that even though it wasn’t out of his free will. He couldn’t free his tail without using his hands which was a bother but it wasn’t luckily as sensitive that it could make him cum. He did feel good but that was about it, he needed something more intense in order to start feeling really good, to bathe in pleasure.

 

Jumping lightly as he felt the smack on his ass cheek. Did he just receive a spanking by the human? So they were going to play it like this. Humming softly, almost resembling that of a moan. “So you like to spank me for being a bad boy? But you know, I’m a demon, I only do bad stuff so why don’t you punish me more… right here?” His voice became lower than usual, his hand moving to the back and spreading his hole seductively. “Though you’ll first need to prepare me if you can even do that~” His voice provoking, wanting the other to go over the edge. “Or will you cum from watching alone since this here has been begging me to be touched.” His tail pressing against the other’s dick.

[Theseus]

Ezekiel never thought he would be doing this, ever. And yet he's more than fucking happy that he was so damn wrong. He has an erotic demon prince underneath him, and to all of those bullies from school who said he would die a virgin, he wants to give them a proper fuck you. Because he's going to fuck a demon damn it! How many people can say that? That they lost their virginity to a demon and woah wait a minute. It finally hit Ezekiel that he was actually going to have sex with the demon, that he was going to graduate from being a grumpy virgin to an equally grumpy man. The fact now being blindingly obvious made him nervous once again; shit, this day was just getting weirder and weirder. (and he's more than liking where it was heading.)

 

The soft moan Bastran let out nearly had Ezekiel fall over the edge, the responding groan being swallowed down for pride and false bravado's sake. Merlin, even the way the demon was reacting should be fucking banned! His eyes grew in size when the prince showed off the pink flesh of his hole without hesitation, the air rushing out of his lungs hastily at the sight. Of course he can fucking prepare the demon, he did it before! (But he won't verbally say it because fuck the seductive asshole, he doesn't need to know what the fuck he does when he's alone!) Ezekiel chocked back a whine when that tail once again pressed against his erect member, his brain turning to white static as he tried to figure out what the hell to do next.

 

Fuck, fucking shit does he even have any lube? He always used lotion and he doesn't fucking remember where he but that damn bottle! It could be anywhere in the room but he's not leaving when the prince was giving the green light right now! Shit, shit fucking bullshit. Swallowing, Ezekiel put his hands on the other's waist. Moving back a little until his face was lined up with the demon's winking hole (god, it was just begging to be fucked). This would have to do for now, unless that demon bitch can conjure up a bottle of lube. (He's not asking out of pride.) "Then fucking keep your ass spread open for me like this," he muttered. Moving his mouth open and poking his tongue out before gingerly swiping the muscle over the rim of the demon's asshole.

 

Huh, how the hell did they do this again? (Wait, no, he doesn't watch porn.) Again, Ezekiel brushed his tongue against the rim but firmer. Bringing one of his hands down to press his thumb against the hole to open it up just a bit. Alternating between broad, sometimes short and long, strokes of his tongue and kissing and sucking the pink muscle. Each movement more confident than the last as he found himself lost in the demon's taste and the task. Fuck, he could do this for hours. And he was fucking tempted as hell. Removing his thumb, Ezekiel replaced it with his index finger. Gently probing the digit into the wet hole up to the second knuckle before removing it. Thrusting it in and out at a leisure pace alongside his tongue. His hand that was still holding on to the prince's waist pushing the demon back onto his tongue and finger.

[Z3N]

When Ezekiel seemed to be in a panic, Bastran thought that he had made the human finally crack but the opposite seemed to be true. His grip on his hole loosening as he didn’t want to stay in that position for too long as his muscles would start to ache after a while but the change in Ezekiel’s demeanour made him pause in his action and look wide-eyed towards the other as he seemed to be searching for something. The guy wasn’t going to use one of his sex toys now was he. Hell, why would they even need that. Well, he hadn’t used it before so he wouldn’t know but the thought of putting a toy inside of him wasn’t particularly alluring. Not understanding why some would use it a lot since personal contact was so much better.

 

Doing as he was commanded unconsciously tightening his grip again for the other, showing his pink hole wide and clear. Lowering himself so he was now supporting himself on his elbow as he couldn’t hold him up like this for too long. Feeling the male’s tongue circle around his muscle, probing in so wanting. Feeling the heat spreading throughout his lower parts as he was being prepared by this virgin of all the people. He felt aroused and embarrassed at the same time. But since it was the other’s first time having sex he didn’t want to destroy the moment they were having there.

 

Feeling the finger sliding in together with the tongue, he couldn’t hold back a moan as it felt good. Better than he thought it would be. Of course, it could need some improvement but he was talking about a novice here. The mere thought of being fingered and licked in the hole was thrilling enough already to make him fully aroused. His cock even started to twitch whenever Ezekiel hit a good spot. His insides clenching around what came inside, moving in and out repeatedly.

 

Holding himself back from touching himself as he felt like he could cum right then and there if he did so. Getting wetter with every movement and sound that echoed throughout the room, making a lewd symphony of noises. His breathing had already become heavier than it used to be. As more fingers entered him, more moans escaped him without being able to stop them from coming out. His body twitching as he tried to hold himself still until he couldn’t take it anymore.

 

“That’d be enough.” He said in a husky voice. Glancing back as he held the other’s hand that was on his waist. “Ezekiel… Fuck me.” He whispered lowly, his eye seemingly glazed over by lust towards his summoner.

[Theseus]

Ezekiel let out a low moan as he got more and more lost as he greedily licked against the demon's puckered hole. Loving the way the other clenched around his finger with each thrust. He wondered how it would feel around his cock, which made him let out another yet lower moan as he added another finger. Thrusting the two in and out, in and out. Picking up the pace as he alternated between stretching the demon out and curling his fingers up to see what new noise the prince would make. (God, this better fucking not be a one time thing between them or he will fucking lose it.) The lewd wet noises of his fingers and tongue spurring him on further and further.

 

The moans and heavy breathing coming from the prince made his member twitch and his hunger ever deeper. His fingers fucking into the demon harsher than before to hear more of those noises fall from Bastran's lips. (He's fucking glad, now that he thinks of it , that his mom wasn't here to hear this. That wouldn't fucking end well at all between them. And ew, why the fuck is his mom popping up at a time like this?!) When the demon told him it was enough, holding his hand, Ezekiel slowly dragged his fingers out. Moving his tongue back in his mouth as he sat back up. Chin and mouth wet with saliva. Fuck, he wanted to keep going, make the demon cum from just his fingers and mouth.

 

Ezekiel licked his lips, ready to tease Bastran that he couldn't even handle a virgin like himself who only practice was himself when the demon prince whispered his name. Begging him to fuck him. His mind short circuited, bursting with the fact that he was going to fuck the demon. Dumbly, he nodded, removing his hand from the other's waist to pull his sweatpants down low enough to free his cock. It wasn't exactly the biggest dick out there, but it was a bit over average and a lot thicker (the prideful part of himself added). Which made Ezekiel fear that maybe it won't fit. (He'll be damned if it fucking doesn't). Licking broadly across the palm of his hand, he wrapped his hand around his cock to wet it. Moaning from the direct contact. Fuck he needs to focus.

 

Guiding the head towards the pink flesh of Bastran's entrance, Ezekiel took a deep breath. Praying to Merlin he doesn't cum right then and there, before he gingerly moved inside. Breath hitching at how tight the other was around his cock, and how fucking warm he was. Fucking hell, is this what they meant when they said they saw stars? He can fucking see galaxies right now. When half of his cock was inside the demon, he paused. Wanting the other to adjust but also mostly for his own sake of pride because he will not fucking cum before they even fucked! He refuses!

[Z3N]

Watching Ezekiel nod to his ‘command’, Bastran couldn’t keep his attention away. Trying to make his body as relaxed as possible as he felt the other’s tongue and fingers being removed from his hole. Perhaps he still had some influence on the summoner who seemed to be lost in his own world and pleasure. Well, he didn’t blame the guy as it was only normal to happen. Who wouldn’t when something like this was going on. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence that a human could have sex with a demon. Not at this time and age where everything was modernized to the point of it almost being unrecognizable. Those from the past would probably have great difficulties in this world as they didn’t know how everything worked and that was pretty scary on itself.

 

Hearing some rustling behind him, realizing that it was Ezekiel who pulled down his shit to get himself ready. Letting himself move down a bit more so he could take it in easier. His chest nearly touching the bed beneath him, hovering above it with mere inches. Listening to the sounds that the human was making as he was wetting his length. It was lewd to say the least about it yet he couldn’t stop listening to it. As if he was in a trance by the summoner.

 

Feeling the hard-on pushing against his entrance. Gasping as he felt it being pushed inside slowly, teasingly. Clenching onto the sheets at the feeling of it. Regulating his breathing as it had indeed been a while but it didn’t hurt. Chuckling as the other stopped moving, was the guy already at his limit or was he just trying to figure out how this went? Out of curiosity he looked back once more and saw that it was the first part. The guy could be fucking cute so why wasn’t he more like that instead of the swearing, grumpy kid.

 

After a moment, he started to move himself closer to Ezekiel so he could take in the complete dick at once. Moaning rather loudly at the action as he was enjoying himself to the fullest. Noticing that there was a mirror at the other side of the room eventually, meaning that he could see everything clearly without half breaking his neck. Shit, the human looked pretty sexy right now, both covered in sweat and connected by Ezekiel’s cock. Insides twitching at the sight, clenching around the shaft. Who would’ve thought that they would look like that.

 

“You can move already.” He suggestively said, his own dick twitching as well.

[Theseus]

The heat engulfed around him was too much for Ezekiel, but he be damned if he gives up now. The small gasps the demon let out not doing shit at helping him calm down. He wanted to just pound into Bastran but he doesn't want to hurt the prince, or cum too fast. Mostly the last part but he's going to cover that up with the first selfless option. (Honestly, can he even physically hurt the demon? He's a fucking demonic entity, so Ezekiel had some doubts. However, he doesn't want to risk it.) When he heard the other chuckle underneath him, he glared down at him; the fuck was this idiot laughing about? Then again, he's really not that irritated about since he's currently halfway inside of Bastran. Priorities. (He's pretty sure he should be worried about why the demon was laughing while he was nearly balls deep inside of him, which is doing fucking jack shit for his pride right now)

 

"F-fuck," Ezekiel gasped, eyes squeezing shut when the prince pushed the rest of his cock inside of him. The sudden heat wrapping around him making him twitch and his breathing heavy. Fucking hell why is he moving? He wasn't fucking ready yet! He braced his hands on the demon's hips, grip tight as Bastran clenched around him. Okay, so the asshole can take it. Cool, awesome, but he fucking can't! But, Ezekiel moved, pulling back until only the head of his member was inside of the demon before thrusting back in slow yet harshly, he doesn't give a fuck anymore. Grip tightening on the demon's hips, he moved the other back onto his cock with each hard thrust. Head tilting back with a low groan at the feeling.

 

Fucking hell, how was the demon so goddamn tight? All he could think about was how the prince fit so frimly was around him, the lewd noises when he moved in and out of the other's ass making his cheeks glow a low red from how naughty they sounded. "Fucking hell, Bastran." Ezekiel growled, leaning forward a bit to leave wet kisses along Bastran's shoulder, biting down when his thrusts increased in speed. Fuck, he doesn't think he's going to last long. Gasping moans and groan coming from his lips as he tried to hold off from finishing too soon.

 

He's not going to live it the fuck down if he cums too soon. He just knows the demon will bring it up every chance he has and Ezekiel will fucking kill him.

[Z3N]

Grinning mischievously as he heard the heavy breathing and hard-working expression on Ezekiel’s face. Finding it pretty sweet that he could still make the other sweat like that with just the smallest of movements. Though he had to admit that for a virgin, he could hold his load pretty well for being borderline there to cum. Feeling the male’s cock twitching inside him vigorously while even standing still.

 

However he was taken aback as Ezekiel firmly took a hold of his hips, making him almost unable to move on his own. As he was about to ask what was wrong, he gasped for air as he felt the other thrusting harshly inside of him. A small line of saliva running down his chin as he didn’t see it coming. He thought the other wanted to take a small stop to calm himself down but no, it was the opposite of that. The thrusts were getting slightly harder each time which made him about to lose his mind about how good it felt. The sounds getting louder as flesh slammed against each other wildly. He couldn’t stop his moans anymore from coming out.

 

Hearing his name, he got turned on even more than he already was. His hand eventually going to his own dick, stroking it at the same rhythm of Ezekiel. This felt way better than with those demons back home who just did it because they were bored, having nothing to do as they were new and didn’t have any job. Some earned money like hookers, how bigger the status, the more money they received. The royal family was an exception however from as far as he knew. His father and mother could’ve always done it but he didn’t want to imagine that picture right now.

 

His insides starting to twitch like crazy and he knew that he was nearing his climax but he didn’t want it to end just like this. Not yet. Putting all his strength into stopping to stroke himself so he wouldn’t burst. Licking his lips as he thought about something.

 

Slowly sitting up so he was practically on Ezekiel’s lap, forcing the other to move along if he didn’t want for his dick to get stuck. Sitting in front of the mirror so Ezekiel could see the front as well, also Bastran had a better sight of the other’s face too by doing this. “Wah… You’re really deep inside, almost to the brim.” He said in a low voice, two finger rubbing over the little part of Ezekiel’s hard-on that was still visible, feeling something sticky on it. Starting to move again while the mirror showed every single thing.

[Theseus]

The sounds the prince was making with each thrust, the lewd sounds of their skin slapping together combining with the moans, Ezekiel felt that those noises will be forever engraved in his mind. The feeling of Bastran's heat wrapped around him in a tight grip, something that drove him to move deeper and harder into the demon without mercy. He felt like his insides were coiling tighter and tighter together, nearly making unbearable to hold back but he was fucking determined. Ah, but the prince felt too good around him.

 

(It sort of made him wonder if the demon did this often, considering how well he took to his sudden harsh movements like a fucking champ. Wait no, never mind. He doesn't want to know at all what the asshole did back in hell. Not while he's balls deep inside of said prince. And he's not jealous either. (Well, kind of) Shut the fuck of stupid ass voice.)

 

Feeling the prince move abruptly underneath him, Ezekiel halted his movements. "What...," he breathed out, feeling more than confused as Bastran moved backwards. Giving him no choice but to follow suit (unless he wanted his dick to bend and that's not the kind of shit he wants to ever experience in his life). Being forced to sit up, Ezekiel rested his hands on the other's hips to steady him. What the hell was the demon even doing? Weren't they just fucking not a minute ago? Looking up, he understood what Bastran was up to; he forgot about the mirror in his room, and Merlin the way they look.

 

Ezekiel's face was red, the flush reaching towards the tips of his ears and across his face. Sweat making the curl of his hair cling to his forehead and falling down his face in small beads. Lips pink and moist from the kiss they exchanged earlier, but fucking Merlin the way the demon looked was erotic as hell. He couldn't help but to take the scene to memory as he greedily took in the sight, eyes trailing over each feature and detail. Jesus, this demon is actually letting him fuck him. Ezekiel moved his eyes downwards to see what Bastran was talking about.

 

Shit, he could perfectly see the way the prince was stretching around his cock, how red and puffy the abused rim was. Fucking shitty shit he's not going to last long! He jolted a bit when he felt the two fingers caress the skin of his cock that was still visible, moaning when the demon began to move up and down his member. With a shaky breath, Ezekiel moved his hands to grab at the underside of the prince's legs. Lifting them up slightly and meeting each downwards thrust Bastran made with his own. Meeting the other's with his own upwards, harsh thrust.

 

Small groans and moans fell past Ezekiel lips as he rested his head against the other's, releasing the noises against the demon's ear as he watched the mirror. Shit, he doesn't think he's going to last long. He's so fucking close and he doesn't want it to end just yet. "Bastran,'' he growled, trying to warn the other that he's going to be a fucking minute man. "C-can't..,"

[Z3N]

At first Ezekiel seemed to be confused at his actions, but it soon turned into an interested look. Strands of hair sticking to his face due to the sweat, eyes in a daze as he wasn’t thinking right anymore and honestly he couldn’t be bothered with it. Taking a small breather as they moved slower now that they had changed positions. Feeling his stomach bottling up with a familiar sensation but felt stronger than usual.

 

Feeling Ezekiel twitch inside of him made it just better. Seeing the lustful look on the kid’s face as he was thoroughly enjoying all of this. Taking the boy’s first time regarding sex. When he was taken by Ezekiel, his legs were spread a bit more open so everything was even more clear to see. Every movement, every twitch, every expression. The human was stronger than he thought, being able to support Bastran like this with ease. Blinking however as he got thrusted into in this position which became quite embarrassing actually since he clearly wasn’t in complete control anymore.

 

Being stirred up to no end. Trying to match the other’s pace which didn’t always work as he couldn’t keep up. Perhaps he shouldn’t have done this but it felt so good that he didn’t regret it. He should just let it come and go as it pleased. Moans falling out as he instinctively started to stroke himself eventually. Wanting to come as well though it was one thing that made him almost go over the edge together with the moaning of Ezekiel.

 

Hearing his name in such a hot whimper, calling out desperately. “You can cum inside.” Bastran whispered, moving just a little faster. It was barely noticeable but could be felt clearly. Not much longer, he came together with Ezekiel and it seemed like the energy slipped out of his body together with his cum. Little stars seemed to surround him as he released, all the tension going away at once. Letting Ezekiel’s dick slide out of his hole before leaning back against the male. Chest rising up and down slowly as he caught his breath.

 

“You’re better than I thought you’d be for your first time.” He complimented the other with a light laugh. Licking his lips which tasted like sweat and saliva. Turning his head to the side so he could catch a glance of Ezekiel, seeing the red cheeks still burning without returning to a more normal skin colour. Sitting comfortable with the other, taking the man’s hand in his and intertwined their fingers absentmindedly.

[Theseus]

The heat inside him was tightening, drawing taut and close to snapping. And Ezekiel was trying to delay it as much as he could, but now that he can visually see the demon's reactions. Seeing the other touching himself with each movement, he fucking doubts he's going to last a minute. With a shaky breath, he laid his forehead against the prince's shoulder. Biting down into it to try and muffle himself and ignore the sight the mirror reflected back at him. Faint whines and low groans, however, still stubbornly making it out through his teeth. He could feel his body getting warmer and warmer, the somewhat consistent rhythm he had becoming erratic and desperate. He's not going to make it.

 

And when Bastran said he could cum inside, whispering it without any conviction (he honestly thought the prince would be to fucking noble for that), a weak moan fell past his lips as he felt the demon tighten up around him before cumming. Breath leaving him in a heavy rush as his vision turned white, the string of heat snapping. Fucking hell. His fingers were nearly clawing into the prince's thighs as he tried to fucking catch his breath. Releasing the hold he had on the other's shoulder with his teeth as he leaned his head against Bastran's pulling out slowly and hissing at the over stimulation it caused. (Which he didn't mind one bit.) Merlin, it felt like his limbs were made of fucking led and his mind just fucking came out of his cock.

 

Letting go of the demon's legs, he instead wrapped them around his waist, nuzzling a bit into the prince's neck as he calmed down bit. Yeah, if they don't do this often there will be hell to pay. Fuck does he look like having the best sex of his life only to never have it again? He needs that shit in payment now. Shit why was he thinking that? Ezekiel huffed, a small smile on his lips; fuck yeah, he made the demon breathless with his virgin ass. (That should not have inflated his none existent ago as much as it did. But a fucking demon just complimented him, he's fucking taking that shit without thinking twice.

 

"Hmm," he hummed, tightening the hold the other had on his hand, not really minding that they were holding hands (They just had sex, give him another couple minutes to freak out about this.). Leaning in and kissing the demon, once, twice on the lips. The kiss chaste and soft as he moved them towards the demon's cheek. He felt giddy and exhausted all the same. Even, cuddly. And he, is in no fucking way, cuddly damn it, he doesn't do fucking hugging (but you liked hugging the demon in the kitchen. You shut your whore mouth.). Though, it felt so nice. Ezekiel sighed, whispering in between each ginger kiss; "We should probably clean up." All while not making a single move to do that. He knows that they're gonna have to clean (he does not want to fucking wake up stuck to the damn mattress), but he doesn't want to move all the same. And moving meant letting go of Bastran, and letting go of Bastran meant no more cuddling, and that shit is not happening on his watch. (He knows that a later, once his brain cells decide to regenerate or do their fucking job again, he's going to be horrified at his thought process.)

[Z3N]

Feeling the nails of Ezekiel digging into his skin, it stung a little but he wouldn’t start bleeding from it. Hearing the moan escaping from the other’s mouth ever so silently, making it obvious that the guy didn’t want to hear himself like that. The slightly shaking body of Ezekiel could be felt from behind as well as inside of him, a sticky liquid flowing inside without mercy. Ezekiel’s dick was then pulled out of him as the other tried to catch his breath and calm down. Letting his fingers go over the spot that was bitten all of a sudden, he didn’t think the human would do something like that, it was even more surprising that he didn’t even feel it at first until he was released by the grip. The marks were obvious and probably would leave some slight bruising for tomorrow.

 

Being taken in a hold as Ezekiel’s legs wrapped around his waist, thinking it was cute. This ex-virgin did know how to be adorable at times like these which was nice. At least he wasn’t being scolded for doing this to the other, though the human went along pretty easily so he couldn’t be completely blamed for all of this. At least he hoped he wouldn’t. The breath he felt on his neck, made him shiver ever so lightly, the hotness radiating. Seeing a smile forming on the other’s lips through the mirror in front of him. Guessing that Ezekiel was indeed satisfied and perhaps in a better mood now that he had gotten rid of his virgin title.

 

Turning his body so he could kiss the male as intended. Realizing the other just took the initiative again and that for a person who didn’t like to be in close contact with people. Maybe it was because of their contract or it could’ve been something else that made them feel at ease with each other. Especially since it was their first time meeting. Going along with the gentle atmosphere, being back hugged for the time being. Honestly, he could just fall asleep then and there despite not having been tired before.

 

“Mhm… We should.” He responded but didn’t really move afterwards. Letting himself lean against Ezekiel with a small huff as he didn’t want to get up. “What do you want to clean up first? The bed or me?” He asked with a chuckle since his hole wasn’t going to clean itself up, not even when he was partially incubus. Feeling some of the cum oozing out of him already since the load that Ezekiel had blown wasn’t a little. Eventually escaping Ezekiel’s grip and shuffled towards the bathroom since the feeling that was inside of him wasn’t all too pleasant at the moment. The other had the choice to come with him or just tend to the bed.

[Theseus]

Everything was starting to settle down a little, his breathing calming down and evening out. And with that, came the reality that Ezekiel just had sex with Bastran. He just lost his virginity to a demon. And at that to the fact that he kind of didn't mind at all and you have a cluster fuck of his mind right now. Why the hell did he not mind!? He just had sex with a demon he's in a bonded contract with, after only knowing said person for a little less than a day. But it felt longer, that stupid traitorous tiny voice in the back of his head provided. And, Ezekiel hates to admit this, but it was sort of right. Even despite knowing the prince for a few fucking hours, he felt close to Bastran. Like they knew each other longer than that. Which makes no fucking sense because he's never summoned a demon before. He thinks. No, no he knows he never summoned a fucking prince of hell before now.

 

But he digresses. Ezekiel just did something intimate with a demon, a demon that he feels close to without knowing. A demon who's the prince of Hades, a demon whose going to fucking leave soon so what's the point! There's no point for him to try and connect the dots here, it's only a matter of time when he doesn't feel lonely anymore and Bastran will be on his merry way. (He really hates how selfless he's being, letting the other go so easily. And yet he fucking knows he has no right to try and selfishly keep the demon here against his will. To sum it up, Ezekiel is a mental mess at the moment.)

 

Ezekiel huffed; of course he's the only one who sees the problem with this. Though, he was a little tempted to help the other clean himself up. Not that he really wants to keep touching him, it's that, like does the demon know how to use human technology? He didn't even know how to use the stove! Do demon have bathtubs like them? (It's a fucking poor ass excuse but he's going with it.) No, wait. He needs to focus. He needs to really think this through instead of following the demon into the bathroom. Which is proving to be really fucking hard as he watches said prince stand up and shuffle away. Eyes trained solely on the bare skin exposed to his sight and shitting hell he needs to focus!

 

Tucking himself back into his sweat pants, Ezekiel stood on wobbly feet. Looking down at the mess they made on the bed. Merlin, he might need a fucking new mattress. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. This whole thing was a goddamn mess. "Fuck," he muttered, tossing the pillows off the bed. Balling the sheets up and leaving the mattress bare. (Good, it didn't go all the way through.) Throwing the tainted sheets into a corner, he walked towards his closet, opening the door before looking for some clean sheets. Fuck, he just had sex with a demon. And he wanted to make this a reoccurring thing. (Fucking pull your shit together! This small crush is going away in two days, tops. Also, should he reestablish the fact that Bastran is a fucking demon? He did say that he wanted to do this. No! He just wanted to do sex and small touching shit! That doesn't mean there's some feelings there! He could be hinting at the fact. Aghhhhh!)

 

Ezekiel rubbed at the temples of his head, skull pounding with the thoughts constantly appearing in his head. This is utter bullshit. Pulling out some clean red sheets, he set them on the bed. Staring at them for a second; they're kind of the same color as the demon's eyes. He growled to himself; how is that the same!? Wait, speaking of the demon, he doesn't have any clean clothes. Glancing over at the pile of clothes he initially set out for the prince, Ezekiel paused. Should he? He stared at the pile for a second, two seconds, three. "Fuck it." Snatching it up, he stomped towards the bathroom. It's just clothes that he was giving the prince. That's it. He just doesn't want the asshole walking around naked.

 

Getting to the door, he peeked inside, calling out. "Hey, do you need some clothes or some shit?"

[Z3N]

It seemed like Ezekiel wasn’t going to follow this time, the kid’s head was probably getting sober again after all the new experiences Bastran gave him. The human could be quite cute, especially since he could see the disturbed expression as bright as daylight. Feeling the eyes on his back which made him chuckle, they almost burned through if they could do that. Well, he did have to admit that he was in shape and easy to the eyes. Bragging a little wouldn’t hurt anyone, plus eh didn’t even say it out loud so they couldn’t know what he was even thinking. His tail had disappeared from sight as he had calmed down already.

 

Once in the bathroom he noticed the bathtub and the shower. Thinking it was easier to just go into the one that required standing up instead of the tub as he didn’t want to be in there for too long. Pausing as he looked at the knobs hanging onto the wall which confused him. In the underworld, he just had to snap his fingers or use some kind of instructions placed next to the door to make it work, but here it didn’t seem to be the case. Letting out a sigh as he tried to figure out which one did what. Figuring out that blue stood for cold and red for hot water which was already something but now he had to make the freaking thing work. Looking to the knob placed under the other.

 

Twisting it completely open so a spray of water came down on him, gasping as the water was still pretty cold, turning it off quickly as he shivered from the sensation. Ruffling through his hair before trying it again, but this time he would do it slowly so the right amount of water could come out and adjust the temperature of it. Not too hot, nor too cold, just right. Once he felt the water warming up on his hand, he stepped underneath and let it stream over his body, feeling better now that he was under it. Now the annoying part… He muttered to himself as he placed one arm against the wall to support himself.

 

With his free hand, he moved to his butthole and already felt something leaking out without it being touched. Taking a moment to steady himself, spreading his legs a little more so he had easier access. Two fingers slipped in and more of the cum came out of it, his body was slightly shaking as it was both embarrassing and exciting. The shower was still letting the water trickle down which swept away the sticky fluid as fast as possible. He even got some on his back which was truly interesting as he didn’t think it could’ve gotten there in the first place. Well, it was just above his butt so it was still possible.

 

Yet there was still some left which didn’t go out that well so he had to dig a little deeper which wasn’t that easy since he had to turn and twist his body around so he could reach it. Moving his fingers around in his hole which made him let out some soft moans as he was still sensitive from the sex he just had with Ezekiel. As long as he didn’t get hard, it would be fine. At least he hoped so. His eyes widening though when Ezekiel entered the bathroom, standing in clear sight of the other in that kind of position. “Ah…” Was the only thing he could say as he saw the other for a moment. “I’m almost done, I just… Ngh…” A soft moan escaped as the last bit of cum came sliding out of him, down his leg and into the water on his feet.

 

Scraping his throat before standing up normally again with a light smile on his lips. “If you have some. I could go naked but I think your cat might go into shock if he saw me like that.” He said with a chuckle. Honestly Ezekiel did have the best timing when it came to these kind of situations. It was astonishing.

 

Turning off the shower before taking one of the towels and drying his hair with them while letting everything hang loose since he wasn’t exactly ashamed of himself.

[Theseus]

Small noises of muffled pleasure greeted him first, which is odd. Was his mind fucking playing him by repeating what he just did with the demon in his room? Because he wouldn't put it past the fucking traitor if it did. However, what came next was the source of that very sound.

 

There was a lot of things that Ezekiel expected to see when he came into the bathroom; the demon trying to figure out how to use the human technology and failing miserably at it. Maybe even just the shower curtain closed at least. He wasn't expecting to see everything, or fucking see Bastran trying to clean the cum out! Okay, so yeah, kind of his fault there because he wasn't polite enough to pull put. (The demon said it was alright, though. Wait no! Not the point here!) But the idiot didn't fucking close the curtains! Or like, I don't know, warn him about what he was going to be doing in the fucking bathroom. It was like he was caught in a trance, watching the prince bend his body to accompany is fingers. The soft sounds of over stimulation reverberating off of the bathroom tiles and slapping him in the face. It made him hold the pile of clothes in his hand even tighter. Knuckles going white from the strain of it.

 

He fucking hates the hot sharpness that went down his spine at the sight in front of him. Especially how he knows he's blushing and he can't find any words to say! What the hell was he coming in here to do any way!? Ezekiel's mouth dried up when the demon stepped out of the shower with little to no shame. Every bit of exposed skin on display with water droplets flowing down each dip and curve of muscle. "R-right..," he agreed without a single fucking clue as to what he was agreeing to. Was it that Bastran is a teasing bastard? Yes. Or that the asshole is just too fucking stupid to know that this isn't a norm amongst humans? Also yes.

 

More importantly, why is he getting flustered about the fact that the prince is naked? They had sex not even thirty minutes ago! (Well,that fucking stupid ass small voice, we were in the heat of the moment, and not all of our clothes were off. Okay true. And that will be the only damn time he agrees with that fucking tiny voice!) Blinking a few times, Ezekiel looked away with a frown (he didn't pout) of irritation (embarrassingly misplaced shyness), stretching his full hands out towards the demon with no intention of coming closer towards the teasingly naked prince to hand him the borrowed clothes. He just hopes the asshole would take the fucking clothes and let him run away and hide in his fucking room.

 

"Just.. fucking put some clothes on already." He hissed, still not making any eye contact with Bastran or any part of Bastran.

[Z3N]

Bastran noticed the flushed face of Ezekiel, noticing the other’s eyes going down his body, looking at every piece of flesh that was revealed. So the guy’s body was indeed more honest than the words he spouted. He could use this to his advantage, twirling the human around his finger though because of the stubbornness, it couldn’t just be that easy a thing to do. Nor had he the feeling of wanting do so either. How intriguing. Most of the time he would just try to manipulate them into doing what he wanted without a second thought but this was different. He wanted to be hurt, to be happy, sad, every emotion that he couldn’t feel in such a long time. In the underworld nobody really cared about something that trivial, drowning in their sins and robbing them from these emotions, only a faint hint could be seen. Realizing that his world was quite boring as he looked at it this way. He just never really pondered about it. Well, nothing happened there such as festivals or anything exciting so it was to be expected.

 

Tilting his head to the side as he watched the other without saying much, taking everything in unconsciously as if he was going to disappear anytime soon, it was an odd feeling. Seeing the whites appearing on the male’s knuckles, indicating that the other was really on the tips of his toes right now despite having been so close to each other not that long ago. It was kind off cute to see Ezekiel like this. The other still smelling like sweat and something more sensual. Even the atmosphere around the kid had changed ever so lightly. Humming sweetly as he moved a little closer so he could take the clothes which were about right. Luckily they were similar in body type so clothes shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

 

“I will.” He responded with a chuckle, the other avoiding to look at him like a little kid. However instead of just taking the clothes he moved just a little bit closer so he could kiss the other’s neck that was revealed by the way the other was standing. Having a satisfied smile on his face, even a cheeky one after he had done that before going to clean his body with one of the towels that were hanging around. It felt nice to be clean again, even more after a day like this when a lot had happened. Chewing onto his bottom lip as he put on his clothes, it fit pretty nicely so he didn’t complain about it being too tight. After all, the human wasn’t exactly skinny, there were some muscles present. Not as visible as Bastran’s but still, it was praiseworthy.

 

Getting out of the bathroom, seeing the cat waiting around the corner, wondering if it should enter or not. Hoping that the animal would just stay out of this room since he didn’t feel like being attacked by it with its vicious claws. Clicking his tongue before plopping down on the bed which was outstandingly comfortable. He might be able to have a good night rest here if he wanted to.

[Theseus]

Damn, just why in the hell did he have to walk into the bathroom when the fucking demon is naked? Now he's a little more aware of his presence, more aware of just how small the space of the bathroom is despite the distance between them. Even aware that he's becoming flustered even though they just had sex! Frown deepening (not a fucking pout, why the hell would he be pouting for), Ezekiel glanced over at Bastran when he heard movement. His eyes immediately training on the taut and tone body the demon held, the way they flexed with each movement with such teasing motion and fucking hell why is the prince built like that! He stubbornly snapped his gaze away once again once the other got closer, wishing that he would hurry up and take the pile of clothes so that he could fucking think for a second. Is that too hard to ask? (Apparently it is, with the way life seem to be fucking him over time after time. (Then again, he did just have sex so is it really that bad?))

 

Ezekiel jolted when he felt a warm breath on the skin of his neck, the only warning before Bastran pressed his lips against it. Fuck, why was that making him shudder? Why did that bastard have to go and do that fucking shit! This asshole is going to be the death of him, he swears. He found him stuttering to find what to say (what the fuck does he fucking say! All he wants to do is haul that demon back and have him continue what he started! Wait no, to punch him. Yeah, just punch him). Growling at the smug ass grin the prince had, he stomped out of the bathroom with read cheeks because fuck him! Teasing asshole showing off his fucking body and then kissing him so gently like they were lovers or some shit. As he was descending the stairs to go and turn off the lights on the lower floor, he paused. Trailing his fingers against the place the demon kissed on his neck. It still felt warm. But, why did Bastran show him such affection like they were lovers? He's the prince's goddamn summoner for Merlin's sake! Still, he found himself warming from the prospect and fuck he hates himself for being happy about that. They just met! (Then, why does this all feel so damn familiar? Like something he never thought was lost until now?) Blushing the harder, Ezekiel shook himself and continued walking down stairs.

 

This is bullshit, why is that affecting him the most right now? After he was just balls deep inside of the demon? It doens't making any fucking sense! (Maybe because it's a lot different? We were in the heat of the moment, and didn't exactly take our time, shut the fuck up you useless piece of shit of a voice you're not helping!) Getting to the ground level, Ezekiel turned off all of the lights. Not wanting the bill to rise unnecessarily high just because he was being a forgetful little shit. When that was done, he went back upstairs with dread (excitement) of having to see Bastran. Though, he wasn't expecting to see how relaxed the demon was plopped onto his bed. His own clothes on the prince seeming to fit a bit too snug around the other's body. Damn it, that shouldn't look so fucking alluring what the hell. He stood there for a moment, just taking in the demon's form (he was so not trying to remember how relaxed in his clothes Bastran looked. Nope, not at all!) for a couple of seconds before walking over and sitting a bit towards the edge of the bed. (The same bed they just fucked on and Jesus stop remembering that when he's right there!) "Looks like you've made yourself at home," Ezekiel said without much thought. I mean, it was true; the prince looked so fucking relaxed in his room. Like he belonged there. (Don't you fucking dare think that.)

 

Looking towards the doorway, Ezekiel spots Albus sitting there staring into the room, as if a tad bit cautious even though it seems the fluff ball wanted to come in. Holding his hand out, he called the fat feline over; "C'mere, fat-ass." And, that seemed to be enough for the cat, who easily trotted over towards his legs. Meowing softly as it sets its front paws onto his knee, demanding to be picked up. He swears, he shouldn't be spoiling this damn cat. He thinks this, even as he picks up said bratty feline and sets it gingerly onto his lap. Listening to the low purr he was gifted for fulfilling its wants. Though, that wasn't enough; the fucking cat gently headbutts his forehead, its way of showing affection. Why is that a problem? Because fucking Bastran is in the same fucking room! He's not doing that while that asshole demon is here!

 

Albus, that bastard, meowed loudly in demand and repeated the action before looking at Ezekiel with narrowed eyes. Fucking shit, the little bastard won't stop until he does it. With a suffering groan, he closes his eyes tightly before doing the same action to his cat. Cheeks tinting a low hue of pink when the feline purred louder. "Attention whore," he muttered as he opened his eyes to narrow them down at the cat, who in turn licked his nose. Hopefully the fucking demon didn't see that or else he would have to hide downstairs for the night. (Wait, does he really plan on sleeping in the same bed at this pervert? Granted, we did start it first which led to sex. No one asked you!) A small smile pulled on the corners of his lips when Albus head-butted him again. Ah, he's going to fucking kill this asshole, right after he's done scratching behind his ears because of how cute this little shit was being.

[Z3N]

Heart thumping at a normal pace again, calming down as he let himself relax in this human’s bed. Something that he couldn’t do as often as back at home, it wasn’t as peaceful at here. Constant threats of demons wanting to overthrow the current ruler and angels who were keeping an eye on their every movement. Even with the event of Bastran being summoned to the human world was something alarming and it wouldn’t take long before those winged bastards would get to know about this. Yet he couldn’t be bothered as he wasn’t particularly doing anything wrong, they couldn’t punish him for relaxing now could they. Neither did he take control of Ezekiel as he didn’t see the advantage in that. The other would just become a lifeless puppet, where was the fun in that.

 

Luckily he didn’t go into combat with those god lovers all too often, mainly because it would mean that Earth would become the battlefield. And since he had taken a liking to this place, he didn’t want to destroy it like in the past. The famous world wars was far more than what was written in humans’ history books. It actually meant the war of worlds. Each of them fighting for their own beliefs. Angels turning against their kind because they didn’t want to believe in one god as well as demons who were given the chance to go to heaven, turning their lives around. Because of the tension, the Earth was affected as well, their feelings getting stronger than ever as well as their survival instinct. The survival of the fittest was it called. It almost happened a third time which was the sole reason why he was send to Earth for a short period. He didn’t explore anything and just remained at his base at a park where he concealed his temporary home with a simple spell. Those that got too close were automatically rejected, meaning that they felt like they should go somewhere else without exactly knowing the reason why.

 

The reason for that tension was simple and clear. Humans were overstepping their boundaries by summoning demons and angels at a rapid pace, trapping them with their spells that were out of the ordinary. Becoming more advanced and complicated as the underworld and heaven still used the old rituals for doing something. Starting to blame one another for this while knowing that it wasn’t their fault but since their rivalry was decades old, they couldn’t just see the answer clearly for a while. Eventually they had to come to an agreement to stop the enslaving done by humans and the rulers send their warriors to Earth to see what was going on. It came to light that the military and the rich abused these summonings for their own greed, lust, etc. Once they tasted this power, they wanted more than they could handle and eventually drowned in their sins without looking back.

 

Instead of killing them, they did something else. Personally going to these people, slowly making them mad by showing their different appearances. Making them distrust everybody and eventually they would break the contract themselves by overstepping their boundaries which freed those that got trapped. It could’ve been done easier but since they wanted some revenge, they did it this way. It even came to the point that one of those summoners, a political figure with high influence [bastran was in charge of him], killed himself as he couldn’t handle the truth anymore. The flashbacks of him raping innocent women, excessive drinking and even blackmailing his own employees to keep quiet about it all became too much for him. Others got themselves into a mental hospital while others moved away to live in a quieter place, one even moved into a forest cabin with the bare minimum of electricity.

 

It was lucky that it did not result into another world war since it would’ve probably destroyed most of society. Everything that was known to humans would fall apart. Even the devil worshippers, which was utter crap, would’ve gone mental once they saw demons. Most of them just joined their ‘cult’ to fit in.

 

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard the sound of the creature he disliked the most. A cat. A fat one on top of that which seemed to have a need for attention even though Bastran was present. Of course Ezekiel gave in to the animal, clicking his tongue as he didn’t really like this situation but didn’t move from his spot as he didn’t want to give in. Even if he would be scratched, he wouldn’t move from the other’s side. Not being able to throw the thing out of the window since it was somebody’s pet was utterly annoying, even more since it wouldn’t survive the fall probably which meant that he would be put into a tight spot.

 

Glancing towards the side just in time to see Ezekiel do something weird with the cat, it somehow ticked him off. Biting onto his bottom lip, forcing himself to look away but it didn’t last long. He couldn’t believe that he was getting jealous because of a freaking cat. An animal. Want it or not, this was the truth. His head being near where Ezekiel was, just out of range for any incoming claws, yet reachable for the human. “Mew…” He said, kind off embarrassed for doing this. He wanted some attention as well.

[Theseus]

Ezekiel won't admit how much he cares for his cat, despite it being a little asshole that will literally eat anything he could reach just because it was fucking edible. Mostly because it's a fucking cat and he is in no way a crazy cat person. Albus meowed softly, resting its par on his cheek this time and it made his insides melt oh my fucking god. He can't show weakness to this fat fur ball, he fucking can't. Though, he still finds himself sighing so gingerly, the small smile blooming into a wide grin as he rewarded that cat with a head scratch. Stupid fucking cat and its stupid fucking cute shit. Making him do whatever it wants. He remembers when he first got Albus; he was walking around the city during the fall during the last year of middle school. He got into a fight with some assholes at school for the third time that week and needed to be alone. Not wanting to try and explain why he was injured again to his mom.

 

Then, he heard a soft noise near a garbage can of a small restaurant. Only to see a small kitten that seemed to be on the brink of death limb from underneath it, searching for food. Ezekiel didn't know why, but, without thinking, he picked the small creature up and carried it home. Maybe, in some way, the kitten was like him. Beaten, alone, starving for something. Anything. And he wanted to save it. Of course, his mom threw a fucking fit when he brought an animal home. But he stood his ground and argued right back that he wasn't going to put the cat outside or in a shelter. Hell, he was even unsure as to why his mom paused when he started crying about it, clutching dearly to the kitten. Even going as far as letting him keep the cat and nurse it back to health. Though, he was more than thrilled that she agreed. Now look at the cat, fat as hell and attention seeking. The little shit. Hearing a soft noise near him, he jumped, looking down to see the demon gazing up at him.

 

Did...did Bastran just meow at him? Okay, what the fuck? Albus looked down at the demon, hissing at being interrupted but he just popped it on the head because now is not the time right now. For one, fucking Bastran saw what he did with his cat and he literally wants the floor to just eat him. And second, he meowed. But why? Was he mocking him or some shit? Or, was the demon...jealous of a cat? (That's fucking reaching right there, but the idea is actually kind of cute and fucking shut up brain!) With a gulp, Ezekiel looked away from the prince, hesitantly reaching a hand out to gently trail his fingers in between the strands of the other's hair. It was soft to the touch, softer than he initially guessed. (What? No, he wasn't thinking about what the demon's hair would feel like between his fingers before. Pfft, yeah no.) The small action made his heart jump, it was like they were lovers and he hates himself more when his heart leaped at the mere mention of the word.

 

Um, he doesn't know if his heart realizes this, but they just fucking met and the demon was leaving soon! Those kinds of stupid ass thoughts are not needed! "What," he question with a mutter. The feline in his lap seemingly glaring down at the prince as if he took his human away from it. "You're jealous of the damn cat or some shit?" Of course he doesn't really mean that; a demon prince? Envious of a fat cat? While the idea is entertaining as hell (cute as hell), why in the ever-loving fuck would Bastran be jealous of Albus? He's a damn demon prince with a body hand crafted by the Greeks and woah where did that fucking comparison come from? What the fuck his wrong with him! Clearing his throat, he moved his hands so that his thumb was caressing the soft cheek of the other's.

 

He looked down at the demon, the sudden urge to just kiss him welling up inside of him which is really, really bad. They're not lover's damn it! They're fucking strangers! Biting his lip, Ezekiel looks away. Feeling his face warm up at just the thought of kissing the demon. (What the actual fuck, why is that embarrassing more than when he was fucking Bastran? Why is he thinking of that again fucking hell!) He glanced down at the prince again, gnawing at his bottom lip as he tried to smother those abrupt thoughts. Without much, of a thought his hand moved lower, thumb moving to caress the other's bottom lip.( Fuck, he wanted to taste him again, wanting to sink his teeth into that flesh again but take his time to map out the prince's taste. This is becoming so damn frustrating! )

 

"It's just a cat, you know," he whispered, eyes trained on the demon's lips still before he snapped out his his embarrassing thoughts. Moving his hand away and refusing to look back at the demon because what in Merlin's name was he doing!? He..He was just touching the prince's lips! While thinking about kissing him! (And more to be very blunt here) Is he fucking losing his mind or something? What did this fucking demon bastard do to him!