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Setting the last plate onto the drying rack and turning off the faucet, Lynn bids goodnight to the rest of the residents of 1031 after setting his dishwashing gloves on the edge of the sink.
Everyone absentmindedly wishes him a good night at the same time, waving him off.
Lynn ascends the stairs, walking to his bedroom. Opening his door, he steps past the frame and into the room, before pausing. Arching an eyebrow, he listens as the door closes behind him, and curiously, locks itself. Turning around, he's not surprised when he comes face to face with Nick, their noses a few inches apart in the dark.
"What could you want, I wonder." Lynn is the first to speak.
"I wonder the same thing." The demon replies, hands clasped behind his back, voice low and rumbling in his chest. Lynn feels a hand land on his chest before it slowly drags down his waist to his backside, squeezing his ass lightly.
"A little irritating that you always do this just as I'm about to go to bed."
"Oh come on, it's a Friday night. You don't have shit to do tomorrow."
"And who decided that?"
"My dick?"
Nick grabs the front of Lynn's sweater vest and yanks him closer, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and bringing their lips together. Lynn allows this to happen, hands coming to rest on the demon's hips, occasionally squeezing, one hand reaching back to hold the demon's ass and tug on his tail lightly. Nick presses kiss after kiss onto Lynn's lips, occasionally sucking on the angel's bottom lip and pressing himself flush against him, wrapping a leg around him while trying to get as close as physically possible, because God and even Satan both know he'd melt into the other and become one if he could.
Lynn returns each kiss, tongue darting out to meet the demon's when he feels him prodding against his bottom lip. His hands meanwhile busy themselves with unbuckling Nick's belt and untucking his shirt, fingers sliding under the cotton to knead into the soft flesh of Nick's belly and waist. The taller of the two sighs upon contact.
"Fuck me now?" He rolls his hips against Lynn's thigh, biting his lip.
"No 'please'?"
Nick rolls his eyes and captures his lips again, turning the both of them around and pulling Lynn along with him as he backs up towards the bed, kiss never breaking. When he feels the back of his knees bump against the mattress, he falls backwards, bringing the angel down with him. Lynn's wings spread out instinctively, falling onto his elbows so he doesn't crush the man below him, or break his nose against Nick's sternum.
Lynn clicks his tongue. "Could you be a little more careful?"
"I'll consider it, but only if you rail me nice and hard."
Lynn lets out an exaggerated gasp, feigning shock and making the demon laugh. Then Nick lifts his hand up to his angel's face, dragging his thumb down over Lynn's bottom lip, then his chin to run along his jaw before moving his hand behind Lynn's head to pull him down. Nick mouths against the other's jaw and throat, nipping kisses and shuddery breaths into the pale skin and wrapping one of his legs around the angel's waist, pressing his steadily growing erection into the other's hip. Lynn presses a few kisses to the demon's temple and around the base of his horns as his neck is covered in tiny bite marks, one hand preoccupied with unbuttoning Nick's shirt.
After getting the garment open, the angel doesn't waste any time in pushing it off Nick's shoulders and running his hand over the warm skin presented to him. He's always liked how much warmer the demon was compared to him. He rolls and pinches a nipple to feel Nick arch into his touch. Lynn is quick to notice the way Nick struggles and fails to not buck into his thigh, looking down between them to admire the way the demon's dress pants are already sporting a tent.
"I've barely even touched you." Lynn whispers into the corner of Nick's lips as his hand drags down to cup him, the other gasping lightly in response, tail twitching.
"You know damn well the effect you have on me."
Lynn chuckles. Straightening his back, he towers over the demon and stares down at him with lidded eyes as he slowly removes his halo, sweater vest and shirt, popping each button through it's respective button hole methodically while Nick squirms under his gaze. The demon's lips part as his breaths grow quicker, chest heaving and hands clutching at the angel's thighs desperately, whining impatiently. Lynn can't help but raise his eyebrows in amusement at how quickly Nick becomes frustrated. While Nick watches this agonisingly slow strip tease, he distantly wonders, as he always does, how Lynn manages to remove his clothing so easily with his giant wings in the way. He never asks though.
Tossing his clothes over onto his desk chair and unbuttoning his pants, Lynn finally leans back down to lick a stripe up Nick's neck from his clavicle, tugging at his braid to undo it and burying his fingers in his dark locks, pulling them and exposing more of the demon's neck. His other hand snakes down Nick's chest and over his belly to pop open the demon's pants, corner of his mouth quirking up when Nick let's out a relieved sigh and slowly drags his pelvis against Lynn's thigh. The angel continues lavishing Nick's neck in sloppy kisses and love bites while his hand reaches under the demon's waistband and wraps around his throbbing dick, pulling it out from beneath the material of his silk boxers.
After appreciatively dragging his fingertips down the underside of Nick's shaft, Lynn quickly pulls off the rest of the demon's clothing, throwing them over the side of the bed before grabbing Nick in hand again. Nick hisses through clenched teeth, trying to make as little noise as possible lest the others hear and risk Lynn smiting him. Wrapping an arm around Lynn's shoulders, Nick buries his face into the warm skin of his shoulder, lewd sounds muffled as Lynn begins moving his fingers over his shaft, thumb swiping over the leaking slit, smearing the precum for an easier glide. Nick wraps his fingers around Lynn's hand and tightens his fingers, other hand burying into the angel's short blonde locks and roughly kissing him.
"Squeeze harder, angel." He groans out against the angel's lips, tail wrapping itself around Lynn's thigh.
Lynn obliges, tightening his fist as he speeds up his hand, driving Nick closer and closer to the edge. He scoots down lower to mouth at his lover's chest, wrapping his lips around a nipple, nibbling and sucking, Nick's mewling music to his ears and fuel to his arousal. He grinds his crotch into the mattress for the meantime. Eventually he moves back up, wrapping Nick's lips in a possessive kiss. The demon's thighs flex, and his heels dig into the mattress as his climax builds quicker and quicker, panting into Lynn's mouth. The angel licks into his mouth, coaxing the demon's tongue between his lips and sucking, feathers trembling with every moan and shudder that slips past Nick's lips. Eventually, the demon goes stiff before reaching his climax, twitching and trembling as he comes into Lynn's fist. While coming down from his high, the demon suddenly yelps.
"Whoa– hey! I just came—!" Nick protests and grips at Lynn's wrist when he feels the angel's fist tighten around his sensitive cock, squeezing upwards.
The angel ignores him and his squirming as he squeezes out more of his seed, coating his fingers in the sticky substance before moving his hand lower and circling Nick's hole. Nick's squirming comes to a halt, and he feels his heartbeat pick up in anticipation at the sensation. Lynn raises an eyebrow as he watches the demon slowly spread his still quivering thighs apart, granting him better access. Glancing up, he feels a flash of heat ripple from the center of his chest when he sees how disheveled the demon already looks. Messy hair plastered to sweaty skin, lips plump and red from being kissed, chest heaving, eyes dark with want. Frankly, he looks beautiful.
The angel licks his lips and gently pushes a finger past the first ring of muscle, noting how it slides in smoothly. Of course Nick prepped before hand, who does Lynn think he is. Before long he's able to push in a second and third finger, stretching the other out effortlessly. Pressing in, Lynn rubs up against Nick's prostate, a shiver rolling down his spine when the demon throws his head back and clamps his hand down over his mouth to muffle his loud moan, clenching around Lynn's fingers. Running his tongue over his upper teeth, the angel extracts his fingers and wipes them off. Kicking his pants and briefs off, Lynn reaches over to his bedside table and rummages around in the drawer, procuring the essentials they'll be needing.
Just as he's about to open the wrapper, Nick snatches the condom out of his hand, shoving Lynn down onto his back and kneeling between his legs, holding his thighs down so he doesn't get back up.
"Oi!"
"Allow me."
Tearing the wrapper open, the demon holds the piece of rubber over the head of Lynn's cock and leans forward, rolling it the rest of the way down the angel's length with his lips and tongue. He hears Lynn gasp, first in shock and then pleasure, and whimper softly, feels a hand grip his hair and sees Lynn's other fist clench in the sheets in his peripheral. He bobs his head a few times, tongue wrapping around the hard flesh, coating it in saliva. After practically deep throating the other, Nick straightens back up, grinning at the other's harsh breathing whilst he squeezes lube onto his hand, lathering the slippery substance over Lynn's erection for extra measure.
Then Nick crawls forward to straddle his hips. Both men stare down at the space between them in concentration, breath mingling as the demon reaches below to guide Lynn into his entrance. Slowly, he lowers down onto the other's cock, jaw falling open as the head pushes in and he's stretched out to accommodate Lynn's girth. Lynn on the other hand inhales sharply before panting quietly, hands tightly squeezing Nick's thigh and waist as he feels the demon's warm insides envelope him. Once Nick had sank down and taken the entirety of Lynn's dick, he sags forward, adjusting to the weight inside him for a bit. After a moment of heavy breathing, Nick rests his hands on the bed on either side of Lynn's midsection and arches his body, rolling his hips upwards.
Nick feels the angel shudder beneath him, Lynn's jaw slack as each breath is desperately pulled down into his lungs between moans and sighs. Watches his outstretched wings twitch every now and then. Nick continues riding Lynn's cock in a slow, teasing dance, alternating between bouncing and rolling his hips, as sweat trailed down his tanned skin, beads of sweat glinting like stars when it would catch the city light peeking through the window. Lynn thinks of lapping them up and breaths out a long groan, head tilted back in pleasure, throat exposed and feathers flaring.
"Were you always this sensitive?" The demon grinds his hips down, teeth flashing in a cocky grin when he reaches forward and lightly grazes his fingers over the angel's throat, making the blonde gasp.
"It's just– been a while..." Lynn watches the demon's dick bob and bounce over his belly with heavy lidded eyes, fingers digging into Nick's round ass cheeks, spreading them subconsciously.
"With me or in general?" Nick smirks, lifting his ass and pulling off just enough that only the head of the angel's cock is inside, threatening to pop out.
Suddenly, as if a switch was flipped, Lynn grasps onto Nick's hips and slams up into him. The demon's eyes widen and he isn't able to hold back the garbled noise that bursts past his lips. Lynn continues fucking into him, jaw clenched and feet planted firmly on the mattress as he relentlessly pistons his hips upwards, not allowing Nick a moment to adapt. Nick is helpless against his onslaught, whimpering with every upwards thrust. Soon enough, he crumples forward onto Lynn's chest, arms lacking the strength to stay upright, crying and whining into the angel's ear as he lets himself be used.
This only spurs the angel on further. Lynn sits up, holding Nick against him closely as he repositions the both of them, laying the demon down on his back. Then he grabs both of Nick's wrists and pins them above his head, other hand gripping the flesh of Nick's hip hard enough to bruise and holding him in place while he fucks into him like an animal. Nick's eyes roll back, his fists clench and his back arches off the bed while his legs wrap around the angel's waist as he vocally expresses his pleasure, no longer caring if people can hear or about Lynn smiting him.
(Though seeing how the angel is in his current state, Nick doesn't think he has anything to worry about).
Lynn breaths through his nose sharply, brow impossibly furrowed and jaw clenched shut, sweat dripping off the tip of his nose. Nick faintly notes how the angel's wings occasionally flap and spasm against the sides of the mattress to every other thrust, or how they sometimes just stand up at awkward angles without Lynn seeming to notice. Letting go of Nick's hip and wrists (he appreciates how Nick keeps his hands above his head), Lynn moves his hands under the demon's muscular thighs and hooks them over his elbows, before leaning forward and almost folding Nick in half.
The demon groans in slight discomfort but is quick to forget about it when every single thrust ends up hitting his prostate head on. Knowing this, Lynn quickly leans closer to shove his tongue down Nick's throat to prevent him from screaming, even though a small voice in the back of his mind tells him everyone downstairs has already heard every thing by now. He distantly wonders what they think.
Eventually Nick moves one of his arms to wrap one around Lynn's shoulders, the other one staying above to grip the edge of the mattress for stability.
Not long after, a few more direct hits to his sweet spot and Nick's body arches as he comes all over his front. Of course, this doesn't stop Lynn who continues to nail the demon's hole and make him wail, spreading Nick's thighs ever wider and harshly biting into the demon's shoulder as he grows closer and closer to the edge, wings stretching out and looming over the both of them, stiffening as he finally finishes inside. Nick trembles when he feels the condom fill up and how Lynn's softening dick twitches ever so slightly, chest heaving as he struggles to calm his breath. He flexes his shoulder, silently asking Lynn to ease up on the bite.
Lynn relaxes his jaw, thin string of saliva stretching from his lips and the angry bite mark he left on the other's shoulder as he leans away, loudly panting through his nose as he catches his breath. Nick winces when the angel pulls out, and again when his legs are slowly straightened out. Lynn ties up the used condom and discards it, turning back to the demon.
"Stay there, I'll clean you up."
"Wasn't planning on moving anyway."
Lynn rolls his eyes and slowly makes his way to the bathroom connected to his room, washing his face and wiping himself down first before re-emerging with a damp washcloth. Climbing back onto the mattress, he gently runs the washcloth over Nick's sweaty skin (almost failing to complete his task when Nick lunges toward him and kisses him in an especially filthy manner), cleaning the mess over his front and between his legs. Once finished, he tosses the soiled cloth over to his dirty laundry and lays beside the demon, deciding that he'll change the sheets tomorrow morning. He reaches over to caress Nick's stubbled cheek, leaning in to press a slow, tender kiss to his lips.
Nick hums into the loving kiss, unable to stop himself from chasing after Lynn's lips when he leans away. Lynn laughs affectionately, kissing him a few more times before nuzzling into the crook of his demon's neck and sighing, stretching out a wing and laying it over the both of them like a blanket. He feels Nick wrap his arms around his back and pull him closer, feels him kiss the top of his head and smooth down any feathers that were sticking out of place. After a moment of silence, Nick sucks in a breath.
"How loud was I?"
"Very."
The next morning, when Lynn leaves his bedroom (not having to put much effort in what he wears to conceal Nick's hickeys considering he wears concealing clothes in the first place) and goes downstairs, he notices the way the others seem to avoid eye contact with him. He can't help but chuckle.