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The grin on his face had made your heart swell. Not even the most limited edition of raffle wins or flustered cafe hauls had made him look as happy as he did then. He didn't even look away to hide himself, just shook his hands suddenly and thanked you. "No joking?! No, you never joke around - you're for real! You're totally for real! Oh, we have to start immediately then!" And off he goes to pull measuring tape and a notebook out of one of the boxes by his desk.
All because he'd complained about missing yet another con he was too afraid to visit alone. Another wasted moment where his cosplays were getting dusty in his closet.
As if you could just let your best friend wallow in front of you. You didn't even know they had conventions here! What an opportunity!
That's why you were then lifting your arms, Leviathan going around you for measurements. Not even being shy about hugging your body with the tape, talking too quickly about this and that and "You have the perfect look for Henry, too! I always thought you did! I never looked right in him but you…!"
You had just chuckled. What was there to add? It was so much cuter letting him rave as he wrote every centimeter down, a claw tapping his teeth when he needed to think about, you assumed, the adjustments to the pattern for his old costume. Nothing you remotely could understand when all your cosplays were usually things you could fish together at thrift stores or shady overpriced websites.
"Oh! Can you measure me too? My weight's shifted since I took them - and the Lord of Shadow's torso is really form-fitting! You can't see it but the fabric is very thin on their shoulders and chest. Here, you just have to go under my arms like this--"
Those moments you can get him to completely forget himself were to be cherished. No longer is he so nervous, so angry, so self-deprecating. It gives him that spark that reminds you of all the reasons you so desperately worked to get him under a pact.
Hopefully a spark he remembers in himself as he so intensely works on your cosplays for what feels like too long and yet such a short time to get one, let alone two, done. It's a long time when he only talks to you through the D.D.D. before you're both passing out. Just to tell you the progress and again, how happy he is you even offered to do this with him. The "i love you" texts don't end in any catches either, just a million heart emojis.
That utter joy he radiates is so rare even his brothers let him have this one. Mammon only makes a few comments about how you should spend this alone time with a demon who wouldn't seclude away from you before realizing why and dipping out. Asmodeus requests the typical pictures from the convention like you expected when he catches wind. Lucifer merely asks you to keep a hold of his classwork until he's done. The twins simply tell you to have fun.
You've never seen everyone so peaceful.
The only hitch is after Leviathan finishes up, after having you try yours on to make sure it fits. Of course in a separate room because "T-That's like seeing your partner in their wedding clothes before the wedding! I can't look until we're both dressed up together on the floor!" And of course it fits perfectly - looks perfectly you assume, not willing to look at yourself if he can't.
Nothing seems off until you're packing for the weekend (at a devildom hotel - a weekend of firsts!) and there's a knock at your door. You had smiled instantly, turning with a "I'm almost done, sorry--!"
It wasn't Leviathan at the door. It was Satan. A Satan that looked back into the hallway before walking over to you very suddenly. A solemn look was on his face.
"I was going to say bye to everyone first, don't worry."
"That's… not what I'm worried about."
You hesitated. "...If this is a love confession, can you wait until I come back at least? I can't have that hanging over me all weekend." And then returned to folding your things away, empty itabag nestled right on top of your pajamas. Made you wonder if the itabags here were cuter… like had little horns and stuff...
Satan rubbed his neck, looking as if not sure how to say what he wanted. He had chuckled lightly at your joke though. "No, no confessions… I'm not so cruel as to try to steal my big brother's friends from him. I only wanted… to warn you about the convention."
You had frowned.
"You haven't had to handle it since you first got here but I know you remember how aggressive some demons were to you."
"... Like the whole trying to eat me thing?"
"Exactly." He rubbed his chin. "You've been here long enough our scent has rubbed off on you. Surely, the seven pacts also lessen your presence but demons can still tell you're human… and conventions here are full of lesser demons very consumed by passion and impulse. Do you understand?" An eyebrow had cocked, staring you down until you gave a knowing nod back. "You'll be with a very powerful lord but try not to let your guard down. That's all I'm saying."
Under Satan's intense look, you had considered what he said. You did remember how often that first year you couldn't even leave the house alone in fear of never coming back. Even with one of the brothers accompanying you, you had to stay practically glued to their side until you had a few pacts under your belt.
But after getting Leviathan's pact, did you really mind? Didn't you have more of an excuse to not go out and spend all day playing with him, watching anime in the living room while the others were out? Oh and he was so strong of a pact, you could go to the store with him if he did go out and make lesser demons keep a wide berth while he was only clinging to your back…
You had simply snorted. Satan's eyebrow fell to a confused bristle. "You sure know a lot about devil cons, don't you, Satan?"
The blush that had instantly lined his face was so priceless you still thought about it now, carefully adjusting your wig in your hotel bathroom. Stepping back, you try to not giggle like a child over how the whole getup comes together. The painstakingly accurate outfit. The wig with every single spike and curl put perfectly in place. Even the makeup Leviathan had put on before anything else ( before telling you to get dressed only in here so you didn't ruin each other's surprises early) transformed you right into the character you had cried, laughed, cheered for in the dim lights of his room.
Though, of course, the only differences were merely due to book accuracy. That held supreme over anything the anime had done. Leviathan believed that and you sure as hell did too.
Simeon would be proud.
Satan too. You understand his concern but surely Leviathan would've said something if it were really dangerous. You couldn't imagine Satan cosplaying… maybe he'd just had a strange experience dressed up so casually by some ultra nerds. You'd had similar at human cons, you could see the uncomfortable feelings. But those were alway exceptions to otherwise kind strangers, ones you could only see being as excited as your cosplay partner.
Who had been waiting long enough in the lobby!
You hurry down to get to him, as fast as your courage lets you. The first day of cons never failed to be the most nerve-wrecking. Your face burns as you go downstairs, past empty hallways, far less empty elevators where you get very enthusiastic compliments all the way to the lobby packed with demons heading to the next door convention.
You don't notice anything more than how nervous you are. No demons hovering too close. No murderous auras or salivating cosplayers. Just that you can't immediately see Leviathan in the emptying room and it makes your mouth dry.
Starting to open your messages to him, you hesitate with a tap to your shoulder. It makes you flinch. It makes Leviathan, behind you, flinch back too. Or maybe it's him seeing you properly when you turn, based on how he cups his hands around his face.
"I! I didn't mean to sca-scare you!" His hands slowly come down, held together in front of him. He still doesn't make eye contact. "I tried to say something but… but it was hard to speak up… Youlookfantasticbytheway."
"Huh?" Where he avoids looking right at you, you practically gawk. How couldn't you after all that time waiting to see him dressed up too! The attention to detail down to even the most mindless thread is equally as present on his cosplay. His hair has been meticulously sprayed into shape too - apparantly he already had gone to great lengths to have the Lord of Shadow's hair normally. A wig was pointless.
Oh did you love it.
His bright red face only completed the look. All that courage and enthusiasm seemed to vanish upon realization of you guys actually couple cosplaying.
Because you absolutely were. Canon or just very popular fandom slash ship be damned.
"Lev--" You clear your throat. Always having to be the brave one of you is hard work but it's the only way to get him out of his shell. At least before all the good TSL merch is gone from Artist Alley. "My Lord. Words cannot describe how you appear before me today… but if I were to try, I'd say… you're m-magnificent." Your extend a hand towards him.
It's such hard work.
Leviathan's eyes light up. He stares at you, biting his lip so hard. It only parts when a group giggles past with a "You guys are so cute and so canon!" It forces you both to shout back your thanks. In the moment of quiet after, the look you share sends shivers up your back. They're so right. He's so so cute.
Leviathan finally, anxiously, laughs, and he takes your hand. You're thankful you wear gloves. He can't tell how sweaty your palm is as you squeeze his fingers. He doesn't have to know, the itabag you got him jingling when he adjusts it on his back. A minor ooc detail he was willing to deal with.
"L-Let us make haste to the market, dear human. The goods my denizens have created in our vi-visage will only be so plentiful for long!"
"Then let's!"
And off your two go.
Slowly, as the day goes on, does Leviathan return to his normal self. It's after you reach the second row of booths in the massive Artist Alley and already are carrying bags of charms, prints, pins, that he starts to geek out truly. There's a sparkle in his eyes and he's gone. Figuratively because he stays latched to your hand, only letting go to pay up for the next lot, and go back to tangling your fingers back together giggling.
Especially does he hold your hand when he gets to rave with the booth artists who can't say enough things about details even you have forgotten or his amazing craftsmanship, all the way up to the many photos you keep posing for from artists and other congoers alike. A lot of demons very overjoyed because "Can't begin to describe how nice it's to see a Henry into Shadowfish - too many of them think it's gross." or "I never see Shadows here! Always Fools or Emptinesses! I thought I'd be the only one!"
You two are definitely popular. It ends up being you as the nervous one as Leviathan really falls into the attention, overjoyed to be around so many superfans like him. His energy makes it up to the room when you go back to take silly filtered images of your day one hauls and touch up any wrinkles for day two.
Day two is different.
It's relatively the same, for the first hour or so. Leviathan nervous squealing in the elevator as you walk down together, hugging your arm less like a lifeline today and more like he's so in love you can't let go. You certainly are seeing him like this.
The way he dots over you as you walk around, looking at the booths you missed the day before, isn't what's different. You yourself aren't even aware of the change first. It's after the two of you are sitting in the hallway between the Artist Alley and Dealers Room anything seems suspicious.
You're used to the first day being quieter, everyone knows its the second when things pick up. You keep that in mind as your head rests on Leviathan's lap, watching the crowds go by, squeezing a creature plush he'd gushed about finding eariler, now barely even speaking to a demon dressed as the Lord of Flies talking to him, glancing down at you.
Definitely talking about you.
You felt the goosebumps on your neck yesterday, just put it down to nerves. Today, though, you know better. You've been rendered paralyzed by enough auras to know why your skin is starting to crawl, head feeling heavy. And you're powerful enough of a sorcerer now it won't get worse than that… but it doesn't stop the way more demons walk slower near you.
Leviathan bounces his knee up enough to get your attention.
"Come on."
His voice is serious. You don't even question it, standing up. He immediately grabs your hand. You feel the tips of his claws. Rather boldly heads follow you as he starts walking. The Flies cosplayer even scoffs, saying something incoherent about human hoarder, being selfish.
You misheard.
A weird mix of guilt at the situation and pride at not wanting to admit this is the situation hits your chest. You can't even quite get yourself to think what's happening. You opt to giving a chuckle as you're lead through the crowds of costumed underlings. "We should head in the other direction, my Lord, or we may miss the uh--" The name of Leviathan's list of panels leaves you as you feel a completely different set of claws brush past your arm behind you.
You think you see the Flies cosplayer. Maybe it's a different one. There's a lot of Lords.
"The… the panels -- Or we'll miss the TSL meetup! Don't you want to get photos by the --"
"Stop talking." His voice sounds deeper suddenly. Hand is crushing yours as you enter the hotel, just manage to grab a closing elevator. "Why are you acting so oblivious?" He's not even being in-character. Your hair lifts on the back of your neck.
You start to open your mouth to retort. Like he can call you oblivious - oblivious to what?! However, that bit of stubbornness finally dies when you see the cosplayers behind you, transformed in their outfits trying to look away from you.
You don't say a word until Leviathan latches the lock on your room's door. You exhale sharply as if you hadnt breathed the whole walk here. The intense pressure on your shoulders lifts. You're left shakey on your legs, in front of Leviathan with his bangs shading his face.
You really aren't sure if you should apologize or thank him.
Before you can say anything, though, you hear a TCH!. The demon by the door finally looks over at you and you can't help the way your ears burn at his look. Orange eyes are sharp, purple pupils almost black slits. The layers of robes, tassles, dark clothing that hides him away only adds to the menacing atmosphere he exudes.
You need to apologize. "Levi, I'm so sorry… I really should've been paying attention--"
"Attention!" he interrupts, pushing off the door. "Is the problem!" He stands there, for a moment, looking at his hands that shake with… anxiety? Anger? He clenches them and his teeth. "You… They! Those animals thought they had the right to you! When I'm standing with you. When I'm the one holding your hand-- You're so obviously off-limits! What's not clicking?!"
Oh.
Oh, it's jealousy. "Levi?"
Leviathan reaches for his face. Stops before he ruins his makeup and growls. Loudly. "Every one of them pitying me for looking trashed , so obviously talentlessly ugly, going broke over stupid shitty little trinkets like an imp! Just to go behind me to try taking the one thing I have…"
You can't lie and say you aren't mildly annoyed. Not be his reaction, dear Diavolo, do you feel your back shiver in the best of ways when his sin gets the better of him. But it not at least following to see if you're okay after those close calls.
Close calls you… very much made closer. On purpose…
You can't actually be annoyed. You can't even lie to yourself.
You can tell his horns are pushing through his scalp. His tail's about to be next and you reach for him to stop it. He reaches back like an instinct and it's immediate that your back is to the wall, hands held tight by your side by your truest friend so tall above you.
"I'm nothing but garbage compared to all of them, every single lust-driven one of them but--but I worked harder than they ever will to be here with you." His voice is so thick with his envy, vibrating in your head in a way so similar to the pressure those 'lust-driven' demons sent you. He dips closer and you tilt your head up, foreheads brushing. "They will never have you." Fingers crawl to your shoulders. Like he wants to grab your neck. Like he ever would. "They will never be yours." Just touch your face.
Your voice catches in your throat. Nothing seems right to say before you stutter out a "My Lord."
It's just right. You know as Leviathan growls out, " My Henry." Growls it out so primal before crushing your lips together. It's so passionate, so raw compared to even his most envious actions, you don't even know if he's registering it's happening. If it's just an impulse he follows and one you follow with, arms going around his waist as his hands hold your face against his.
You huff through your nose, trying to stray from lightheaded as he keeps holding you, keeps kissing you. Scraps his fangs against your lips, teeth. When you do gasp for air, his tongue is filling your mouth, too long you almost choke, reaching to pull on his hair. It makes him pull it back just to cut your lip on his canine with how aggressive he kisses.
You both know somewhere in your blissed-out minds it would only take one command to force him panting to the ground. You especially know it and absolutely never want to make him stop taking what he wants for once instead of leading you through shy games that last all night. As if you'd ever gotten further than meekly making out during a movie night before the others got back.
Maybe you can get further tonight.
Another tug on his hair has Leviathan finally come off, grunting with his teeth bared. His head tilts into your hand. One bright eye opens to stare down at you.
You swallow. Being in control was easy with him when he was more pliable, so wanting to be completely at your mercy as close as he'd let you get to this with him. Now it's almost terrifying. Even with the insurance of your bond, you feel too close to never leaving this hotel alive.
You look at the twin beds behind, pushed together from last night's haul photos. He follows your gaze before you've even decided what to do. "I can show you."
It'd be so easy to give him the power. You still want this to at least be superficially even. "Show me how you're mine, my Lord."
His grin is downright devilish. Only deepened when you guide him towards his side of the beds. For a split second, you worry about the wig he spent hours meticulously crafting, the costume he ignored sleep over. He doesn't even care about it, though, so how can you? You know the sprayed wefts are crinkling as your head hits the bed but the thought vanishes the moment Leviathan crawls on top of you.
Just as soon, he has your collar down and his mouth on your neck. And then his teeth. It's so weirdly painful and the hottest feeling ever, your mind spins. You vaguely recall the Lord of Shadows doing this, in some capacity, a way less erotic capacity, way less 'blood leaking down your neck and Leviathan lapping it up" capacity. But you can remember it - you remember how flustered he was over the subtext of it, the fanfics of it he shared with you -
Of course, you only remember it for impure reasons.
Back arches as he kisses down from the bite. "The… The loneliness I lived in before we met was excruciating." This is excruciating, his hands traveling down your body, feeling how the costume hugs your body.
He's not too lost to not play along. Face starting to grow red as he looks down you. "I didn't know the pain of isolation until we met. I thought eternity and my kingdom t'was all to keep me… I was wrong, Henry." His hands are at your thighs. "I was foolishly wrong."
"Wait, wait, wait." You wave your hands in his face, stopping the way he looks ready to rip your crotch clean out of your trousers. He acknowledges you with a bratty huff.
He's so lucky you'd lay down your life for him and thinks he still deserves this. "I… I learned a spell from Asmo."
Leviathan's eyes burn up. Nose wrinkles.
"I stole a spell from him, okay! Trust me."
He doesn't look any less flared up by the mere mention of his brother. You know what's going through his mind… The thought of you two hanging out, Asmodeus enjoying your presence without him there… so much you could take something from the other?! Something that'd make him happy!
"Pay attention to me, Leviathan."
Your demon hisses, hand scorching suddenly. He looks back to you at full attention, where his pact on your hand glows bright orange. Then fading, fading…
"I hope this can ease the yearning inside, my Lord." Your smile is strained, face heating up in ways you hope he notices, given he couldn't listen to your casting going off without a hitch. "Careful… I want to wear these bottoms tomorrow."
One eyebrow crooks, Leviathan clearly confused. He understands your implications enough to reach for the bandwidth of the bottoms he dug so deeply through fabric bins for, the swirls and spirals over the seems seeming to push up under him. You don't think he notices why until he tugs the trousers down your hips, you lifting them to make it easier. The tug stops before they even reach your knees.
You can't help whimper at the cold air against you, so foreign of a sensation yet so, so lovely.
Leviathan's eyes are wide, mouth stupidly agape. He just keeps staring, face growing redder, until you say something you can barely get out. "Please… You deserve to have me, don't you?" The roleplaying is starting to make you feel silly. But the look in his eyes keeps you going.
He absolutely loves it. "You...You…" A hand twitches in front of you, your new shaft resting against your stomach awaiting his touch. The envy is starting to settle. He's starting to get nervous again. There's enough left to get him to finally grab you.
"Oh okay…"
"I don't know if I can be deserving of you, Henry," he mumbles, thumb pressing into the slit in your head. It's absolutely heavenly. "I'll show you the generosity of the Lord of Shadow however I can, though."
The gasp that leaves you as he licks up your cock is embarrassing. You're in over your head. You should've tested this out when Leviathan wasn't high on his own sin and desperately into you -- He feels so desperate for you, clawed fingers pushing up your cold stomach, moving to hold your hips. It's the closest to a warning you get before he starts taking you into his mouth.
It's all you can do to get out a "M-My Lord!" Terrified almost of his teeth but he so effortlessly keeps them from scraping you like they did your lips. Even as he gently lifts his head, lowers to take more of you. His eyes flutter shut when you hold his head, fingers carding through hair that is somehow still in place.
His nose tickles your stomach and you groan. Claws less carefully dig into you when your hips rock up into his mouth, in whatever space is left. Leviathan coughs, moving. It's enough you feel his lips just encase your head before he forces you back into his throat, that long brilliant tongue lapping along your length on the way down and back up.
It's a cruel pattern. For you. Your thighs shake under him so quickly, you trying to not moan so loud when people are definitely still awake but each time his lips are on your base, throat tightening around you as he definitely chokes, you feel your mind spin.
It takes all your willpower to tug him off you before you cum down his esophagus. He pops off you with a whimper, not seeming to even care how much he's drooling now.
"You should have done it." Stupid mind-reader…
"P-Patience, my Lord," you get out, gesturing for him to get closer. He doesn't seem to quite listen because he's sitting up as you speak, starting on the belts on his guady robe, trousers underneath. Well… you were heading there anyways. "There's a full world we will share, uh, tonight." The trousers are coming off. "I don't want you to get merely half." Oh, and they're off.
You swallow, tongue feeling thick in your mouth suddenly at Leviathan hovering above you, sitting on your stomach, holding his tunic-like layers up with arms you can see shake now. Thighs by your sides covered nearly to the hips in sleek black stockings, robe cascading over your legs. His core is slick on your stomach, worst of all.
You groan.
He gulps.
"Not… not to break character… But is this okay? Are you.. o-okay with this?" All the demonic courage has left for sure. He looks so uncertain where he sits, even though this was completely his doing. "I didn't… I wasn't even thinking. I am selfish I didn't even think if you'd be ok dirtying yourself with me." Dropping his cosplay, hands come to his face no longer caring about his makeup. He's entering the opposite of his envy high. "After you were so sweet to come here with me… And I ruined your friendship over some strangers eyeing you! Of all the things! You're so kind, you even kept playing along! How manipulative…" He's curling forward. "God, What's wrong with me…"
You choke out a laugh before he can dig himself even deeper. Hands reaching for his thighs. He visually shivers when you touch him, perking through his fingers. "You didn't do anything, Levi. Don't you think I would stop you if I didn't want this?"
His eyes look at you then, pulling his hands from his face, looking at said hands. "But you're too nice to me…" His breathing hitches when you take his hands in yours.
"That's because I love you. I want to do everything with you, Levi. Even this. Not because you made me think I wanted to. Okay?"
Leviathan sniffles. The envy crash is really hitting hard. If anything you're surprised he would want to keep going. But he clearly does, letting you pull him by his clammy hands down to you for a forehead kiss. A very mumbled "Okay…" lets you know he understands, alongside something else.
Another kiss on his face makes him grumble."What was that?"
"I...ugh, please."
"Nope. Don't chicken out." A third kiss.
A bratty sigh. "I love you too, okay? Can we… change position? I have no idea why I wanted to do this. Like this."
"Of course, babe." Gently, you sit up, trying to not move Leviathan too fast and,more importantly, not brush your still very stiff erection against anything. You have no idea how people with these deal on a daily basis. Just feeling it pulse faintly as you rest your demon under you, hovering above him, is making your throat tighten. "Do you still want to do this?"
Leviathan wipes at his eyes, faintest tears smudging his eyeliner completely. A weak nod and a soft smile tells you he's still game. "Um… can I make a concession though?"
"Absolutely."
He fidgets. Runs a hand through his hair. "You can call me whatever you want but. But can you call me babe more? Or…" He's grumbling. "Stupid...stupid normie things like that…"
Smirking, you cup his face, red hot on your palms. "Like honey? Darling? My love? Good boy?" He somehow feels hotter. He nods, avoiding eye contact. "And what will you call me?"
He chokes a bit, clearly not expecting that. "You…! Can I… keep calling you Henry?" Shyly, carefully, his eyes glance up at you. Probably for any sign of disapproval. As if you'd give him any.
You're far meaner than that. "Sure. Why? Do you like imagining Henry making love to you?"
"T-That's--!"
Where you hover over him, you slide a hand down, fingertips falling to his inner thigh without any hesitation. They ghost over his skin, so close to touching him, just far enough away it makes his hip twitch. "Would you want Henry to have his way with you?" Leviathan's hands grab his face again immediately. "My Lord, if I don't know your deepest desires--"
"YEAH I WANT HENRY TO FUCK ME, OKAY?!" Leviathan grits his teeth, clearly way louder than he intended. He hisses quieter. "W-Why else would I want to see you dress up as him?"
Your fingers are so close. "That's kinda cute, were you hoping we might fuck this weekend? This whole time?"
He's clearly frustrated by it all. You really don't want to dig him too deep into it after his last emotional highs, though. He's been teased long enough. "It was… just a stupid pipedream. I didn't actually think -- oh-!" His voice pitches so high when you thumb his cock, gurgling into nothing when you keep it up.
Shifting your weight, holding yourself up by your free arm's elbow, you slip two fingers inside him shamefully easily. He responds with more high sounds, holding to your arm tight. Tighter as your fingers curl inside him, feeling along his walls for the perfect spot -- "Henry!"
"Oh? Right here?" You beckon inside him. His thighs curl out, demon nodding.
He's so funny to keep quiet. As if you don't see him squirming under you as you keep it up right where he wants it, right where he hiccups, anyways, "Right there!" Failing to tuck his face into your arm, pulling on the sleeve of your cosplay, exposing his neck in a way you can't resist.
It can't be as pleasantly, Leviathan's teeth are hard to beat, but you still bite into his throat. It's deliberately far softer than what he did to you, something that could maybe leave a bruise not a bitemark, but it's enough he nearly chokes again. "Please! Please, please, please."
Licking it off is harder than he made it look. "Please what, babe?"
Voice hitches when you start to rub his cock again. "Please! H-have your way with me, Henry… I don't want to finish like this."
That's all you need to take your hand from him and reach back for your own cock. It's so strange to feel it yourself, embarrassing to think about how after Leviathan's it's your first time holding one, stroking one to attempt to understand the feeling before getting his legs up on your hips. "Want to cum around me instead?" You grin. The feeling of how close he is is overwhelming.
"I do."
It's as much as you can hold back anymore.
Leviathan's head tilts back, hands holding his mouth tight as you slide into him. Gradually taking your length you didn't even consider the girth of until you see how it stretches him. Stretches him open and makes your body burn from the warmth of it. "Oh h-holy- Levi…"
You try to give both of you moments to adjust but it's too easy to fit right inside him. The shuddering sounds you make match perfectly, just like you do with his body. Sounds that get higher again as you give gentle, short thrusts. The pressure is unimaginably good. And you can only guess Leviathan feels the same as he tightens around you, stuttering.
Weakly, he lifts his arms to you wordlessly and you take it, kissing him sweetly and then nuzzling into his neck. His nose fits right into yours, body pressed against yours so well you wish you weren't in all these layers of costume play. But isn't that the point?
You nearly forget it is. Remembering with your hips starting to find an honestly heavenly pace, Leviathan hugging you tighter with it. "I hope this is everything my Lord could've asked for."
He tugs your hair. "Henry… It's better. No-Nothing could ever compare to this… this fragment of a dream."
"Oh babe this is very real."
"G-Good, I never want to just dream about you again…!"
Just enough, you pick up your pace, keeping him right on the edge of overstimulation and more embarrassing roleplaying even as your cock finds the spot that makes him sob. ("Nothing in any of our l-lands is as good as you feel, my prince…" " The only thing that could be I suspect is yourself." ) And finds it again. And again. Fucking into him until neither of you is anything but a barely comprehensible mess of moans and pet names and you're struggling to breathe past his tail wrapping around your gut.
By the time you're close, a feeling so distinctively different than the climaxes you're used to yet similar you know , it's a struggle to make sure with him first. "...Levi, hon, I'm close."
"...e too. Really close…" Words come out in a whisper, slurred. Fangs peeking over his lips. Tears on the corner of his eyes. "Please, 'ome inside me, Henry -- please please please."
He took the words right out of your mouth. With a smile, a kiss on his jaw, you grant his request. "I'll fill you to your brim, my Lord." And you hope to every power in the three realms, it will be true.
"Oh yes…"
Your face tucks into the pillow beneath the chanting demon's head. You can hear how close he is -- definitely feel it pushing you near completion as his legs wrap tighter around you.
"O-Oh yes!"
You try to push one leg to his chest, to really pound into him at the very end. The slight shift in angle is the enough to make Leviathan sob, loudly as a tear rolls down his cheek. "Henry, I'm cumming! Henry…!"
His high voice in your ear, tail squeezing the life from you as his body clenches inside, it all pushes you over as well. One final hard thrust has you buried as deep as possible, mind spinning as you really do fill him up. There's no words for it, nothing that could've prepared you for it, only made better by Leviathan crushing your lips together, panting into your mouth until you both are completely spent.
You have to muster all your willpower not to collapse on top of him. You manage to get to your knees, rubbing your very bruised stomach as his tail unravels, nestles far softer by its owner. You hold a hand out to him where he's also trying to cool down.
Leviathan's eyes open slowly but when they do, bright orange and misty, he smiles up at you. Grabs your head with an unbelievably sweaty hand and sits up too. "...Thank you."
You scoff. "Thank you. I can't believe you had that in you."
Leviathan rubs his back. His tail and horns slowly start to retract, the rush that made them come out retreating. "...Well otakus are known for being depraved perverts."
"I think wanting to get railed by your favorite character is just a universal, babe."
Snorts. "Maybe…" A small frown comes to his face. "... You don't have to keep calling me that, you know? I know it's creepy…" He cracks his neck, going to adjust his costume. "Ugh… sweaty."
You frown in turn. "Creepy?" He doesn't respond, either too focused on trying to untangle his robe or purposefully ignoring you. "Hey! How is it creepy for me to call you babe?"
Leviathan shakes his head like you told a hilarious joke. "It's weird to call your friends that. That's like. Dating stuff. I shouldn't have forced you to use it just because I was stupid and horny." A grin as he scratches his face.
"... Hm." You adjust your own sleeves, as if you aren't going to toss this all off soon anyways. "Well if that's the case, then, babe, maybe we should start dating."
Leviathan completely freezes. Looks away from his buttons to you with wide almost fearful eyes. Then laughs so nervously his face goes pink all over again.
"We just had sex!" you exclaim and he covers his face. "I'm being serious, Levi! We're best friends, we have a pact, we live together! We should go steady!"
"Go steady! What year is this?" He's done laughing but now he refuses to show you his face. "Please! It's embarrassing enough we did sleep together but we at least didn't do it as us ! Don't be cr-!" His lips shut tight when you yank his hands from his face, staring into your far more serious glare. "...Come on. You could do so much better."
He reflexively squeezes your hands when you kiss him, something he's way too eager to lean into.
He's too easy.
"When I said I loved you, I said it as me, Levi. Not Henry. What about when you said it back?"
He looks away. Visually thinking how to get out of this or at least lie. He just has to lie . But you're so hard to lie to.
He tch s bitterly.
"I… I said it as me."
"And did you mean it?"
His forked tongue runs over his lips. Another bitter growl. "...I don't know how to handle it if I mess this up, okay! I don't have the strength to fuck up an actual relationship… especially with you."
You give his nose a kiss immediately. "I've known you long enough for you to have fucked this up by now. If I still came to this con with you after you tried to kill me las--"
"O-Okay, I didn't try to kill you!"
"I'm not mad, Levi, but you absolutely did."
"It was an empty threat! I wouldn't have actually killed you--" He stops hissing as you stand up, tugging on his hands to follow suit when he won't let go "Hold on, where are you going?"
"To take a shower. I'm disgusting. You should too."
He hesitates. Looks under his collar at the sweat pooling, up at you smiling so brightly at him. "...Together?"
"I want to shower with my boyfriend."
"B-boy…" But he doesn't lash out at that, only standing up on shaky legs carefully. "...Are we boyfriends?"
You wrap an arm around him, helping him walk to the bathroom. "If you want, we could be girlfriends. Or partners. Or datefriends. Or any combo therein." He sits awkwardly on the toilet once in, thumbing his sleeves.
"Maybe just uh…" He coughs over the shower starting. "We can be player one and player two u-until we decide?"
You test the water until it feels just right. And then flick some of it at him.
"H-Hey-!" As if he isn't snorting.
"Shower's ready, player one."
Leviathan practically beams.