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Douma could still smell the scent of blood on Akaza’s skin even after taking a long soak to wash away the evidence of their master’s punishment, brutal and unforgiving discipline from Akaza’s failure to kill the slayers present at the train. Not even the death of a Hashira was enough to satisfy their master as he grew increasingly irritated over the years, a downside to being so old, it brought many perspectives one would eventually tire of.
It was honestly a surprise Muzan let Akaza return to the cult in the first place, it was rare the demon progenitor punished his favorite subordinate, but when he did it almost always meant Akaza was ordered to stay away.
A punishment for the both of them if the other messes up. Which happened nearly every meeting because Douma had a hard time keeping his mouth shut.
It was probably a good thing he couldn’t talk with a mouthful of cock, too busy trying to please his lover in one of the few ways he knew how. Arousal had already begun to pool in his gut the moment Akaza had stood over him wearing nothing more than his birthday suit, he had been too eager to have a thickening cock shoved into his mouth without much warning.
Douma moaned like a whore around the erection, nosing into the base of Akaza’s navel with the scent of blood tingling his senses. The heavy weight against his tongue never failed to make him shamelessly horny, he was already so hard it hurt and they haven’t even done anything. The temptation to touch himself was burning in the back of his mind, kept at bay only due to wanting to please his lover, distract him from the punishment that undoubtedly made an itch to fight burn in Akaza’s veins.
Then again, Akaza has always had better self control then Douma. Maybe that was why Akaza was so good at remaining still and unbothered when the blond was on his knees for him.
It was difficult to get his tongue to function how he wanted, brows pinching in displeasure at the focus it took to lave his tongue along the veiny underside. Slurping obscenely in a poor attempt to swallow all the saliva that collected in his mouth, it was a pointless endeavor as he slowly pulled his head back, fisting the base of Akaza’s cock in place of his mouth and giving a few long, slow strokes.
Intently watching the tensing of Akaza’s abdomen as he swiped his thumb over the head, smearing precum and saliva down the shaft as he slid back down to hold the base. The slide eased by the thicker saliva a demon naturally produced, helpful in swallowing large mouthfuls of flesh and sinew, and the added bonus of aiding in pleasures of the flesh.
Douma cooed as he kissed the fat, swollen head, fluttering his lashes prettily as he stretched his lips around the tip and lightly sucked. Teasing out more precum by prodding insistently at the slit, playfully scraping his fangs along the sides just to feel Akaza shutter and throb in his mouth.
Inked fingers cupping the back of his head made him stop, pretty rainbow eyes peaked through dark lashes to stare into the molten gold above. Douma blinked up at the older demon, a little detail he often forgot, and moved to pull off entirely only for his head to be pushed back down. The shifting weight against his tongue made him moan as he gave Akaza the most convincing pleading look he could muster, hoping his lover would take pity on him and give him what he really wanted as he folded his hands in his lap to really sell it.
“You’re way too damn eager to have my cock shoved in your mouth.” Douma whined at the jab, rubbing his tongue along the underside of Akaza’s cockhead in apology. It only made the older demon smirk and tighten his hold to force him still. “I don’t know if I should give it to you. You haven’t been very good these past few days.”
Douma whined loudly in muffled disagreement, shaking his head to the best of his ability with his head being forced still. He had been good! Better than usual at least, certainly good enough for Akaza to stop being mean.
He tried his best to pout around the intrusion, a difficult task with his lips stretched wide around the one thing he desperately wanted and was denied. Akaza hummed at the sight, making a show of thinking it over as he looked off to the side, playing up his interest in the closets and whatever else decorated the far wall.
The room felt hotter than normal, his body usually so cold it was impossible to feel the difference in most things, but with his blood steadily heating up and circulating throughout his body, Douma felt like he was going to melt. He was already sweating, annoying as it dotted his forehead and flushed his cheeks into a deeper shade of crimson.
Really he could only blush after a good meal but being able to feel and almost taste Akaza’s frustration in the air was making him pleasantly fuzzy. A shame he was being cockblocked from the man he desired the most.
It was obvious Akaza was trying to keep the brute of his frustrations to himself. Unwilling to upset their balance together after so many years of peace, their interests in each other hadn’t started out the greatest.
The thick fingers pressing against the back of his skull became the only attention Akaza gave him for a while, no matter how much he sucked and prodded at the head of the older demon’s dick with his tongue, nothing happened. It was frustrating, and while he could just overpower Akaza’s strength with hardly any effort, he also didn’t want to be denied later from being too impatient.
Douma’s eyes started to wander the longer they stayed still, side eyeing the wall Akaza was so keen about staring at with a glare before looking up at Akaza himself until his eyes hurt from the strain. His fingers itched to trace over the symmetrical lines running up and down Akaza’s body, to feel out the dips of his muscles and the strength of the powerful body he had willingly submitted to.
Akaza wasn’t the only one who had a thing for strength. But maybe that was just a demon thing.
Shifting on his knees helped alleviate the pressure on his joints but jostled the tip held in his mouth in the process, Akaza’s fingers tightened in his hair in warning. Making his own cock twitch at the pleasure-pain shooting up the back of his head, which was kinda new because he wasn’t the biggest fan of his hair being tugged on.
Douma barely bit back a noise of impatience and borderline frustration, squeezing his eyes shut as his jaw flexed then relaxed entirely. A few stray tears slipped out, bitingly cold against his heated skin as they rolled down his cheeks leaving little trails in their wake.
He didn’t notice Akaza looking at him, smirking down at him with amber brightened in mischief.
The abrupt and harsh snap of Akaza’s hips had him choking as the tip hit the back of his throat causing Douma to gag, a choked moan slipped out before he could stop it and he could only hope that wouldn’t be enough incentive for Akaza to stop. He would fucking scream at him if he didn’t start soon.
A thumb rubbing against his temple made prism eyes crack open, giving Akaza his best pleading look as he waited in hopeful anticipation. The confines of his hakama were uncomfortably tight, practically begging for relief but he wouldn’t dare touch himself when he was being so closely observed. Doing so would only draw this out longer than he could stand.
Akaza watched him for a moment, an eerily blank look hiding his intentions surprisingly well. The façade didn’t last long, a fanged grin soon breaking the front and making relief ooze into the ice demon’s tense shoulders. “You’ve been a good whore, Douma-Sama. Usually your so impatient. You deserve a reward, yes?”
Douma nodded eagerly, his gut burned at the pet name, further slackening his jaw as he tried to wordlessly encourage Akaza to use his mouth for his pleasure. Fuck— that’s all he wants right now, Akaza fucking his throat until he was drooling around a cock as it bruised the back of his throat.
The thought had Douma squeezing his legs together, desperate for some type of friction on his aching cock as it dampened the front of his hakama. Akaza hummed as he widened his stance, brushing back the sweaty blond hair to hold the sides of Douma’s face. The thumb brushing over his cheek and the cold palms were a relief from the heat trying to melt the blond, leaning against the touch a second longer before straightening back up.
Akaza was nice enough to let Douma savor the heavy weight on his tongue, nosing into the base of Akaza’s cock and breathing in the familiar scent of arousal and blood. His throat fluttered as he tried to swallow, most of it ended up oozing out the sides of his mouth, the seam poor and unable to hold it all inside.
Douma whined as the weight slowly slid off his tongue, feeling every vein as it was dragged out and his prize rested passively against his closed lips. Smearing precum against them as he lovingly kissed the swollen head, rainbow eyes slipped shut as he opened his mouth in greedy invitation. Bunching up the fabric of his hakama between his fingers helped stave off some of the frustration.
“Your lucky your cute.” Akaza muttered while Douma preened at the praise, he loved being called cute and it only served to make him blush harder.
His face burned as his cock throbbed in the confines of his hakama. Fuck, his blush wasn’t going to fade anytime soon, not with how worked up he was now that his skin was heated enough to drive the chill away, although he was probably still quite cold to the touch and it was only the rarity of feeling warm that made him feel like he was dying.
Douma gagged on the first snap of Akaza’s hips, the tip hitting the back of his throat had a whorish moan slipping out, muffled around the intrusion as he choked on the saliva being pushed back into his throat. Akaza groaned above him, inked fingers felt out the bulge in the blond’s throat, applying enough pressure to make Douma whine before he was pulling back and thrusting back inside.
Muffled and choked syllables died on Douma’s tongue at every harsh snap of Akaza’s hips, moaning in bliss at the wonderful feeling of his throat being fucked hard enough to bruise. He didn’t need to look to know Akaza was biting his lip, being able to smell the metallic scent of fresh blood as his fangs pierced and tore the skin. It was nice to know he wasn’t the only one effected.
Akaza started to fuck his mouth in earnest, grinding against his spit soaked chin all the while Douma moaned and took it like he was made for the other. Which they basically were at this point, he refused to take another’s cock in his mouth or another in his bed.
Patiently waiting for Akaza to get distracted, to get lost in the feeling of a warm mouth and tight throat taking him to the hilt over and over again. Occasionally he would lave his tongue along the underside, but he mostly just sat there and acted pretty. A task that was surprisingly difficult as his own attention span had never been the greatest.
The fingers tightening around his head were the cue it was safe, giving Akaza a courtesy glance before slipping his eyes shut once more and slowly shifting his hand to work his belt open. It was difficult to do with one hand but he made it work, being extra careful to make sure the metal wouldn’t jingle as he tugged the leather free and let it hang open.
The first touch to his throbbing cock made him jerk and moan loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as the hands tightened around his skull and Akaza grunted in reply to his moans, none the wiser to the blond’s impatience schemes.
Peeking up at the martial artist, relief flooded him that he had gone unnoticed.
Douma shuttered as he palmed his leaking erection, feeling over the head where the fabric had soaked through before abandoning the sidetrack and slowly reaching behind himself to prod at his own hole. Brushing past his fundoshi to trace over the trembling flesh with blunted nails, it was only the reminder some type of lube was needed that made him stop. Although he was tempted to just push inside anyways, but Akaza wouldn’t be happy if he found out he had tried to finger himself raw.
If it wasn’t for Akaza effectively gagging him, his sound of annoyance would have been heard and questioned.
Patience was never his friend as he rested his hand back on his lap for a moment, peeking up at Akaza through blurry lashes to determine the all clear before reaching up and coating his hand in thick saliva. Douma shifted on his knees as he pressed a finger inside, his gut tensed and warmth began to pool in his lower abdomen at the lazy pace.
Savoring the slow touches as his dick throbbed painfully and wept in neglect. Inhaling through his nose helped clear his fuzzy head from Akaza’s generous cock stuffing him, trying to keep himself coordinated as he thrusted his middle finger back and forth a few times before adding another. His rim burned at the stretch as he scissored himself open.
The bitter taste of salt on his tongue was the only warning Douma got before Akaza forced him flush with his pelvis and came down his throat with a guttural groan. Inked fingers dug painfully in his hair as Akaza grinded in small circles against his face, unable to help whining as he attempted to swallow most of what he’d been given. Seed still oozed out the corners of his mouth, hot and sticky as it dripped off his chin to stain his hakama.
The tips of his fingers just barely brushed against his prostate and caused him to moan, instinctively jerking his hips and knowing it was an immediate mistake.
“Douma.” Akaza growled out, causing the blond to shiver as he started to pull out his still hard cock. “Your supposed to be good.”
He whined when his prize was pulled out with a wet pop, “But I am good!”
Giving Akaza his best pout, he could tell the other man wasn’t impressed as he leveled the blond with a glare. “If you were good, we wouldn’t be discussing this. If you were good, you wouldn’t be touching yourself.” Akaza flicked Douma on the nose causing him to squeak in surprise and jerk away. “Hands and knees.”
Douma pouted, frowning at Akaza as he stubbornly refused to move. “That was mean. If your going to be mean then I don’t want to do what you say.”
Akaza rolled his eyes, doing a poor job of keeping his annoyance in the forefront of his act as he leaned down to peck their lips together. “I thought bad whores knew how to use their words. That’s why they don’t like them.”
The comment was mostly ignored in favor of grinning like a fool, happily turning to present himself with Akaza’s amused chuckled as double encouragement. Folding his arms and using them as a makeshift pillow as he swayed his hips back and forth enticingly, pushing his butt higher in the air only for Akaza to take the blatant invitation and slap hard enough to bruise.
Douma bit his lip at the contact, blood spilling into his mouth as he pushed his hips back, his cock twitching in excitement at the familiar weight of Akaza’s hands holding his hips before shimming his hakama down his legs before yanking them off entirely. Tugging off his fundoshi left him in nothing more than his long sleeve and black tabi socks.
The sting from the slap was already healing, making the heat of the air so much more apparent. The room was still so damn hot.
Occupying his impatience by listening to Akaza kneel behind him before blissfully cool fingers cupped the backs of his calves and slid up his thighs to grab a handful of his plush bottom. Douma instinctively jerked as he was pulled open to expose his fluttering hole to the hungry gaze, worrying on his lower lip as the heat in his gut became unbearable as a kiss was pressed against the begging muscle.
Akaza was probably going to make him beg because he was mean and liked drawing things out as much as the blond himself.
“If you have a complaint you can just say it to my face.” Douma could hear the smirk pressed against his thigh, teasing and endearingly annoying. “No need to mumble to yourself like I can’t hear. No reason to be shy either, you were talking back just fine a few seconds ago.”
Douma grumbled in response, biting his tongue as he pushed his hips back, trying to get what he wanted without begging. He liked to be difficult, something so very childish if him but it was worth listening to Akaza chide him.
“Oh, none of that now.” Akaza huffed, nipping at his asscheek and licking away the blood that escaped the small wound before it had time to regenerate. “I thought you wanted something in your cute little hole.” He drawled, rubbing harshly at the trembling entrance with the tip of his finger but refusing to push inside. “You were so impatient beforehand, and now suddenly your not? Did you find something better to do already? I’m surprised you can even manage a thought in that dumb, pretty head of yours.”
Each sentence was punctuated by a thumb pressing harshly down on Douma’s asshole, rubbing in mean little circles and ignoring the sounds that slipped out of the blond’s mouth. The side of Akaza’s face was pressed against his backside, watching the rim as it quivered and clenched around nothing the longer the ministrations went.
Swearing Akaza was going to be nice enough to take pity but he never did. Only prodding and rubbing with no intention to breach and finally stretch him open. It was equal parts frustrating and annoying.
“Akaza,” Douma whined high in the back of his throat, giving up far too soon with the salty taste of semen and blood on the back of his tongue. “I want your fingers! Stop teasing and fuck me already!”
Cool air being blown on his hole made him squeak, his weeping cock bobbed heavily between his thighs as his hips involuntary jerked away. “Impatient, needy whores don’t get what they want.” Akaza scolded, pressing the flat of his tongue against Douma’s entrance in place of his fingers.
Kissing over the twitching muscle in mock kindness as inked fingers held open the blond’s asscheeks, exposing him to that annoyingly dexterous tongue that poked and prodded insistently before finally pressing inside. His gut fluttered but it was nowhere near enough for his bubbling impatience that had his cock twitched helplessly as it begged for friction. He wanted Akaza’s tongue in his mouth and his dick buried so far up his ass he could feel it in his guts. Akaza has a big enough cock to do it and it would be a shame to waste it.
His head was also getting kinda fuzzy, which wasn’t too good now that he was thinking about it. Hopefully he wouldn’t say anything too embarrassing this time.
Akaza took his sweet time opening the blond up, smirking at every little gasp or moan as he held Douma’s hips in place to prevent from from getting any type of friction. Douma pressed his cheek harder against his folded arms as more and more unconscious words slipped out before he could stop them, shredding open his bottom lip and relishing in the pain as it temporarily shut him up.
Of course, he’s never been one for patience.
“Akaza! Akaza, please!” Douma whined as if it was the only thing he could do as he tried to grind back into the other man’s face. Desperate to get what he wanted. “Stop being mean and fuck me.”
A low chuckled followed Akaza as he pulled away, shivering at the hungry gaze he could feel searing against his skin. “Why should I? You do the same thing to me, and yet you expect me to show you some leniency?” He huffed in amusement, “You want it that badly then beg for it.”
His ears burned at the words, hoping he wouldn’t sound too stupid as he mentally prepared himself. There were a few things he genuinely held above himself but begging was not one of them.
“Come on, Akaza, please?” He sucked in a deep breath in a poor attempt to put together his jumbled thoughts, “Akaza-Dono, please touch me. I want your cock. I want it fucking me silly until I can barely think. Please, please, Akaza-Dono.”
It was halfhearted begging at best but it made his ears burn and embarrassment coil in his gut. So stupidly self-conscious of himself.
Douma keened at the thumb that spread him open, squeezing his eyes shut and hiding his face in his arms as a thick glob of spit was spat inside before it was being pushed deeper with a thumb. Rubbing the soft flesh just barely inside, it was way more satisfying then his own fingers.
Akaza gave in far sooner than he thought, not that he was going to complain. He was hopefully just as impatient. “You come from my fingers or not at all. You try and touch yourself, I will leave you here, understand?”
Douma nodded eagerly, “Yes, yes I do!”
The thumb was removed in favor of Akaza shoving two fingers into him the moment he had them coated with enough oil to glisten. Douma jerked away from the intrusion, unprepared for the way those thick fingers suddenly scissored him open and mercilessly jabbed against his prostate in a way he knew was to make him unbearably eager.
Douma moaned at the stretch, instinctively clenching around the fingers as they prodded and eased him open. His cock oozed precum as it gushed, the tip throbbing and swollen an angry red as it bobbed with each roll of his hips, trying to get them deeper and failing.
Akaza snickered against his skin, adding a third finger, playing ignorant to his partners wordless pleading as he ground the digits into his prostate. Grinning wolfishly at the high pitched moan and nonsense pleading as the blond humped the air, beautifully desperate for some friction on his aching erection.
Another finger soon joined the rest, spreading them wide and stretching the trembling rim to its limits, holding it in place for an agonizing few seconds before shoving back inside and slamming against Douma’s soft spot. It was embarrassing that he came just from that, squeezing his eyes shut as he rutted against the air, spilling thick ropes of semen on the bedding with a deep groan.
His hearing was fucked a moment as he came down from his high, hyperaware of Akaza’s fingers leaving him empty and clenching around nothing as his hips were grabbed and the world was being spun as he landed heavily on his back. Thankfully avoiding the wet spot as Akaza climbed over him and stroked his still hard cock, Douma jerked at the touch, sensitive to the teasing stroke before it was abandoned once again.
Gratefully accepting the soft kiss as Akaza got comfortable between his spread thighs, idly licking the seam of the older demon’s lips, a silent plea that had a tongue being shoved in his mouth.
Greedily exploring the wet cavern and smearing spit between them as Douma softly moaned, whining in displeasure when Akaza started to pull away.
Douma caught a glimpse of Akaza’s leaking cock as he sat back on his knees, strangely proud of the deep flush on the fat head as it glistened and oozed tantalizingly. He unconsciously licked his lips, tempted to ask for it in his mouth before Akaza was grabbing the hem of his long sleeve and yanking it over his head.
It was an awkward movement to get the spit soaked fabric off, but it was a relief when it was. Sighing pleasantly at the cool air against his chest, feeling so much better without the fabric covering his overly warm skin. Balling up the soiled garment, Akaza used it to clean off any excess saliva the blond had unconsciously produced before throwing it off to the side. Deeming it useless.
“Your so pretty.” Akaza cooed, pecking his lips one last time before moving to line up his cock. The tip kissed his quivering hole, pressing insistent and hot against it.
Douma chewed on his bottom lip, gasping at the initial stretch as his hands shot up to grab hold of Akaza’s shoulders and shred through the thick tattoos with his nails. Akaza grunted above him, taking fistfuls of his ass in both hands and using it as leverage to shove the rest of him inside.
They both shared moans of pleasure as Akaza sat deep inside the blond’s spasming walls, taking a moment before grinding in slow circles to further ease the stretch.
Douma let himself be vulnerable for a moment, forcing his tongue to work. “Can you talk to me as you fuck me?”
Akaza rose a brow, his hips stilling. “Do you think you could hear me through your babbling?”
“I don’t have to know what your saying, I just want your voice to fill the silence.”
Akaza hummed, pressing their lips together once again. “Alright, I can do that.”
A soft, hopefully inaudible, ‘thank you’, slipped out. If it was heard, which it probably was, Akaza was kind enough to ignore it. They both knew Douma would barely understand anything said to him after some time.
Douma’s eyes fluttered shut and rolled back as Akaza slid out until only the tip was inside before slamming back. Fucking him hard and deliciously deep as Akaza’s throbbing prick slid right past his prostate, causing his nails to dig deeper into Akaza’s back as he moaned and rolled his hips back.
Sometimes he wished he could be a lazy lover when he received but he couldn’t when it felt so good. The grip on his thighs was heavenly as he was used for his lover’s pleasure, those thick fingers made indentions in the plush skin as Akaza slammed home with each powerful thrust of his hips.
“Your being so good for me.” Akaza growled out against his neck. “Such a pretty whore, nice and tight around my cock. You take it so well.”
Douma shuttered at the praise, shifting to wrap his arms around Akaza’s back instead, nose twitching as his arms slid through blood and wounds long since healed. Guilt bubbled in his stomach, insistent like his throbbing cock sandwiched between them as it occasionally ground against Akaza’s stomach.
“Sorry…” Douma muttered before he was being cut off with a choked sound, throwing his head back and exposing the pale column of his throat. An invitation that was eagerly taken.
“Shh.” Akaza gently shushed him, licking over his pulse as it thundered in his veins. “Don’t worry about it, pretty. You’ve already made up for it from how good you sucked my cock.”
He shook his head with a whine, heat flooding his stomach at remembering the pleasant weight on his tongue. Subconsciously clenching harder at the thought and making Akaza groan. “T-That doesn’t count! I barely even got to suck it before you teased me.”
Akaza laughed, shifting his hands for a better grip. “Yeah, you might be right. But it’s not my fault you get so hot and bothered by the mere thought of something on your tongue. Makes me wonder if you’ve ever thought of sucking off one of our superiors. I’m sure your mouth is good enough for someone like Muzan-Sama.”
Shaking his head, he kicked Akaza in the back, knocking him slightly off balance and making the martial artist growl in warning. “I’ve thought about it, b-but I wouldn’t offer myself. I mean— Muzan-Sama is hot, everyone knows that!”
The demon progenitor was unfairly attractive, even Kokushibou was handsome with his extra eyes and that stare that seemed to look through you.
He felt Akaza shaking his head against his neck. “Your too honest.” A sigh. “I guess it makes you cute.”
Douma brightened at the compliment, giggling through the harsh thrusts as he pressed a sloppy kiss to Akaza’s hair. The pink strands were so soft and fluffy against his heated face, almost a relief from the warmth.
Hands sliding up to his back and holding him firm was Douma’s only warning before he was suddenly being flipped. His knees knocking harshly against the futon as he squeezed Akaza tighter, blinking in confusion as he sat up with Akaza’s erection standing tall and proud up against his own, having slipped out during the abrupt manhandling.
Akaza smirked up at him, amber eyes roving all over his deadpan surprise with a pleased glint. He was far too amused for what this was. “You know how to ride someone, right?”
The comment snapped him out of his stupor, brows furrowing in a glare that made Akaza’s grin widen before Douma looked away and fisted the others cock. It pulsed in his hand as he gave a curtsey stroke, swiping over the tip with his thumb and licking his lips at the pearlescent shine that practically begged him to have a taste.
He wanted it in his mouth again but that was just him being greedy. Lifting his hips as he stroked over Akaza’s cock one last time before lining himself up and slowly sinking down.
Douma shuttered as it went deeper then before, feeling pleasantly full as he slowly sat down with his bottom flush against Akaza’s pelvis, idly rocking back and forth once he was fully seated. Savoring the way the twitching prick felt so deep inside him, thick and solid in his gut as he clenched around it. Akaza grunted, bucking his hips and making Douma gasp.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if your cock bruises my insides?” Douma was already biting his lip at the thought. “Fuck— that, uh…” He cursed, flushing a deeper shade as he lifted his hips and slowly sank back down.
Quickly working up to a pace that had the muscles in his thighs quivering and Akaza holding his waist for some semblance of stability as he roughly fucked himself. Raising himself up only to slam back down, riding his lover to the best of his ability as he flexed around him.
It was another thing entirely to be fucked so deep, he almost felt sick.
“You’ll fuck me silly, won’t you?” Douma whined, knowing he was about to start rambling as his mind began to fuzz over. “Your cock is always so good—! Nice a-and big, and fuck—!” He bowed his head, whorish moans breaking his train of thought as he sped up.
The earlier embarrassment was mostly overpowered by the lust dampening his awareness of things. Akaza’s fingers brushed against his lips, teasingly light before forcing them inside. Douma gaged around the intrusion, taking a moment before he cooed and fluttered his lashes, sucking on the thick digits as if it was a cock worth his affections.
It didn’t take long to diverge into mindless babbling, broken syllables and words of how good Akaza felt inside him, how nice it felt and if his insides were warm enough. If he was a good whore.
It was shameful, embarrassment burning his cheeks as he couldn’t stop himself from the rambling. He knew it was annoying, many partners have told him that, but he could never find a way to make himself shut up without the use of a gag.
It didn’t help that it was hard to focus being fucked so deep. Drool seeped out the sides of his mouth from forgetting to swallow around Akaza’s fingers before they were being pulled out entirely, he whined at the loss even though he hadn’t been very good at sucking them.
Mostly just holding them in his mouth, a poor mimicry of the real thing he wanted pressing against his tongue. Wanting the weight of his lover’s cock in his mouth and roughly fucking his throat until he was a drooling mess that would mindlessly beg the moment his mouth was empty.
Pressing both his hands against Akaza’s abdomen, adoring how the muscles quivered and flexed underneath his touch with the effort of keeping his hips still, stubbornly holding himself back from giving the blond a fucking he both deserved and would shut him the hell up.
Leaning on his palms as leverage helped him move better, swallow around a moan and a mouthful of spit as he brushed passed his sweet spot. Tantalizing in encouraging him to try better.
Words spilt from his lips before he could stop it, mindless and uncoordinated as he babbled. His brain fuzzing over with pleasure and making his tongue loose, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to gag him but he knew Akaza loved the choked noises he could make when he was truly out of it.
Riding his partner was always a fun game of wondering if the floorboards underneath the futon would finally give out, a silly thought that made him giggle as his dick slapped his stomach, smearing precum over his abdomen and making his abs glisten and shine underneath the warm artificial light. An illusion to being underneath a real sun.
Douma nearly gagged as he dropped directly onto his prostate, feeling every inch as it slipped deeper inside him and causing his stomach to feel heavy and sick. It was intoxicating and made him all the more desperate to ride his lover until he came inside him, to feel the warm semen drip down his thighs before it was messily scooped up and shoved back inside by his own hand.
He adored the feeling of being full, stuffed until he was leaking and still wanting more because he was a greedy bastard that would take anything his lover generously gave him.
The dirty thoughts had Douma coming once again, harder then the first as he clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the absolute whorish moan that came out, far too loud in the quiet of the cult.
Barely scrambling enough thoughts together to hope no one heard as his hips stuttered as he ground in tight, little circles to ride out his orgasm. Squeezing his eyes shut as he bowed his head and lazily rocked back and forth. Face flushed a deep red from the mouthwatering shame of coming untouched.
Semen splattered all the way up to his chest, painting his skin in a messy coat of fluids as it dripped down his body and ran down the dips where his cock met his pelvis, causing the space connecting them to be humid and wet as he lifted his hips and started again. It was sticky and uncomfortably wet.
The aftershocks of his orgasm still tingled his body, causing his leg to twitch as he was roughly slammed back down and forced back up by the hands on his waist. He loved it when he was used like a thing for pleasure, something Akaza didn’t agree with and often ignored him when he made that particular comment.
Akaza’s fingers dug harder into his skin as he was pulled flush, whining as the blunt nails dented his flesh as his eyes fluttered in tune with the warm load being shot inside him. Covering his plush, pink walls white as his stomach pulsated and quivered from the act.
Douma was quick to loose himself in a messy kiss, dropping to place his forearms on either side of Akaza’s head as their lips slid against each other in a press that was mostly lips and teeth. Fangs scrapped over the soft flesh of his tongue, dragging against it and causing small rivets of blood to pool in his mouth. Tinting their saliva pink and messily painting their lips as they tried to clumsily devour each other.
Idly shifting his knees out wider just so he could press closer as his inability for self restraint and his near infinite stamina had him lifting his hips and shallowly fucking himself. Gasping into the sloppy kiss as the raised veins dragged pleasantly against his swollen rim. The press of Akaza’s fingers shifted to his butt, squeezing the plush flesh in a way that made the blond moan before trailing featherlight over to where they were connected.
Fingertips brushed over his rim, poking and rubbing mercilessly at the quivering entrance, Douma’s stomach fluttered as they parted from their kiss. Pressing his forehead against Akaza’s collarbone as his chest heaved as he stopped to regain his breath, panting against the heated skin. The touches had arousal flooding his gut all over again, making him nervous and lightheaded as his lashes lined with tears.
Akaza hushed him gently, cupping the back of his head even as his other hand still felt out the way they were so intimately connected. “Your so, so pretty.”
It was hard to think as a finger wiggled its way along side the cock inside him, causing him to whine at the painful pull on his rim as his lover enjoyed feeling him shaking at the strain. Slowly thrusting the single digit in and out agonizingly slow.
It lasted far longer than he imagined, his head playing it horribly slow before the finger was being pulled out and Douma was being flipped onto his back. He landed with a thud, the air leaving his lungs in a small puff.
His lungs began to ache as he was manhandled into having his knees brushing against his shoulders, his surprise made it hard to breathe despite how unnecessary air actually was to a demon, the straining in muscles certainly didn’t help. Not nearly as flexible as Akaza but he manages it.
The rhythmic, almost ruthless snapping of Akaza’s hips smacking his own had his hands scrambling for purchase on his lover’s shoulders. Long nails dug into Akaza’s pale skin, shredding through the symmetrical tattoos and leaving long lines of red in their wake.
His feet hung uselessly in the air, it made him a little uneasy to not have a way to properly brace even with Akaza’s hands holding him in place. It was easy to get lost in the feeling, barely realizing he had begun to ramble directly into Akaza’s ear, his body shivered at the growls and mumbling words he heard in response.
He desperately wished sharp fangs would sink into his neck, tearing open the tender flesh so blood could freely spill into his partner’s mouth. Feeding him in the most primal way possible. It made his dick throb just thinking about it.
It didn’t take long for his limbs to loosen their hold, slowly slipping down until Douma was just laying there taking it.
Douma thought he could smell the incense burning in the air, he wasn’t really sure.
Drooling over himself because he loved to put on a show for his lover, even as his eyes rolled back as Akaza’s dick hit the top of his gut. Causing his stomach to twist and feel heavy with sick all over again.
He loved being fucked deeply. It was his favorite.
Douma knew he was being a little bit too loud, unable to help the choked off yelps and whines as he was roughly fucked. His body jolting with each thrust of wonderfully powerful hips, causing him to inch up the bed only to get pulled back closer from the ink dipped fingers holding him tight at the waist. Deliciously fucking him into an incoherent, drooling mess.
His arms had fallen from Akaza’s shoulders at one point, having been loosely holding onto the martial artist before the feeling of being fucked so throughly turned him into a pliant puddle of goo. It was a pleasing transition to witness. He wasn’t even attempting to roll his hips back anymore, his mindless chatter devolving into nothing more than noises of pleasure.
Akaza took his loosened grip as an opportunity to pull Douma’s hands by his head and intertwine their fingers together. The weight in his palms reminded him of his fans and it comforted the blond, loosing him up further.
His jaw had gone slack at some point and his eyes had glazed over, enjoying himself fully to the sounds of his lover’s grunts and curses of exertion. He knew if he looked that Akaza’s pale skin would be dotted with sweat and the lines on his face would appear black due to the flush.
His own cock slapped against his stomach, the force of the thrusts bouncing it repetitively, no doubt causing the intimate flesh to be reddened at the unintentional abuse.
His hips ached and his thighs trembled from the constant use. His near feverish riding of his partner had yet to heal, the muscles throbbing from his want to feel the after affects of their engagement.
Douma turned his head to lick a gross, wet stipe over Akaza’s cheek, lapping against his jaw and teasing his neck with his tongue. Poor coordination made it sloppy, drool coating the spot he deemed deserved his affections the most.
He was so foggy head that he could barely think straight, having stuffed himself full of flesh beforehand, making him getting slightly more lethargic than usual and making his face flush deeper than normal. Douma would occasionally still mumble a bit, something about how how good it was, blinking languidly at the pleasant pace.
All he could register was the feeling of that fat, delicious cock fucking him silly, until he can barely think, let alone speak coherently.
Akaza’s lips brushed against his chest, kissing over the skin in featherlight touches. Mostly distracting him from the hand that wrapped around his erection and jerked him to completion with barely a few strokes.
Coming messily into Akaza’s palm with a jerk and low moan as he tensed up around the other, excess warmth flooded deep into his gut and there was some relief in knowing it was over. Shallow thrusts made him whine in displeasure, finally oversensitive and unwilling to continue.
Thankfully, Akaza seemed to catch on.
“Douma.” A cool hand brushed his bangs back as Akaza caught his breath above him. “Are you alright?”
He muttered back, eyelids heavy as Akaza slipped out with a chuckle and an uncomfortable wetness spilled out his ass and down his thighs. It made Douma cringe a bit, although he was quickly distracted by Akaza moving away from from. With reflexes only a demon could have after sex, Akaza landed back against the futon with a heavy thud and Douma was climbing over him before he had time to realize what happened.
Douma purred, pleasantly content with Akaza underneath his heavier body weight. Satisfaction radiated off him in waves even as Akaza huffed at his behavior, but the blanket being thrown over him was an obvious tell that he wasn’t actually upset with him.
Nudging underneath Akaza’s chin and quickly getting comfortable, content with his position even with the slight hunger rumbling in his stomach as he nipped at Akaza’s chin. He’s always had a large appetite that was hard to appease.
A hand rubbing up and down his back helped lull Douma to sleep, aided by the rising sun and Akaza’s voice, “There’s a festival in the village down the mountain, I’m sure your eager to go and sightsee. We’ll go after I’ve pampered you a bit, okay?”
Douma muttered his sleepy excitement, not really listening in his eagerness to drift off to sleep after a long day of boring ceremonies and a satisfying fuck to end it.