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“Ike, I…”
The man stopped sucking hickeys on his neck and looked at him with tenderness.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, Vox. We can stop here and watch TV or play video games.”
“No, I want it”, he protested. “But are you sure?”
Hesitant eyes looked into his, and he mellowed. He cupped his pale cheek with tenderness.
“I am completely sure, and I promise to let you know if I change my mind, but I don’t think I will. I want you, Vox.”
The novelist was a very calm and pacifist person, but when he was seeing the awe on the demon’s face at the idea of someone wanting him, he wished he could meet the person who broke his self-esteem so badly and make them suffer. How could anyone see how kind, gentle and precious Vox was and still decide to so horrendously hurt him was beyond his understanding.
He guided his face towards his own and caught his lips, moaning when the demon bit on his bottom lip. He made sure to express as many of his feelings as possible in the kiss, to reassure him of how much he desired him. He knew that kind of scar wouldn’t disappear overnight, that it’d take months or even years until Vox felt comfortable walking around without that trash can on his head to hide himself, but he would be by his side to fight that battle.
He broke the kiss when his lungs started to complain about the lack of oxygen. Even though Vox wouldn’t admit it, kissing probably wasn't good on his back either: he was so much taller than him, the demon had to almost fold in half to put their faces on the same level.
But if Ike had to be honest, it was pretty arousing to see the demon absolutely towering over him. It made him want to break him even more.
“Let’s get on the bed, hm?”
He went to take off his bunny jacket, but strong hands stopped him.
“Keep it on? It looks so cute and sexy on you.”
Ike threw him a fondly exasperated look, but relented. “At least let me open it, or I’m going to die in it. It’s way too thick.”
A mischievous look passed on the demon’s face. “That’s what they all say once they’re sitting on my dick.”
The novelist groaned. “I hate you.”
As much as he liked to complain about it, it was something he was actually looking forward to. Would he even be able to take him, with the size difference? It would require so much prep, and even then, there was no doubt it was going to absolutely destroy his insides. His body would forever remember being remodeled by his cock.
He bit his lip, arousal pulsing inside him at the thought.
“Take off your clothes, Vox.”
The demon blinked in surprise at the sudden impatience in the novelist’s voice, but hurried to obey and get naked. Ike let his eyes roam on his body as it was uncovered, taking it all in. Vox was a beautiful man, with a lithe but muscular body. He noticed a few scars but decided against mentioning them, too worried Vox would shut down even if he was being complimented about them.
He smiled when the black-haired man was finally naked. “Good boy”, he said, caressing his stomach and pressing a few kisses on it.
A shiver ran across the pale body, and he barely held back a chuckle.
“Ike!” complained Vox, but his voice was lacking any heat. “What about you? It’s not fair that I’m naked while you’re still fully clothed.”
He ignored his comment and finally gave in his curiosity, looking down at his private parts. His eyes widened when he saw them, and his brain went blank. How was it possible that his dick was so big? It was as big as his fist, and it wasn’t even fully hard yet! It wasn’t a fantasy anymore, it was going to destroy him for real. If he somehow survived being fucked by Vox, he would never be satisfied with normal-sized cocks again.
“Ike? Is everything fine?”
The man answered him without looking up, still in disbelief.
“This is going to kill me.”
“Umh, in a sexy way or…?”
Ike chuckled. “We’ll have to find out.”
He leaned in and stuck out his tongue, licking the slowly awakening member. He wasn’t sure it would be able to get inside his mouth, but he was going to try anyway. He opened his mouth as big as possible and sucked on the tip, pushing it past his lips. It was still a bit soft, making it easier to get a few inches inside, but he couldn’t go very far. Vox was so big that even with his best effort, there was no way he would be able to deep-throat him.
“I-Ike!”
He hummed around the flesh and started to fondle his balls with his free hands, trying to make up for his poor blowjob. The demon’s hips moved by reflex, pushing more of his length inside his mouth, and he choked. He hurried to move back, his chest heaving and his jaw aching.
“Shit, Ike, I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine”, he reassured him. “You’re a bit too big for my mouth for now.”
“F-For now?!”
He hummed but didn’t answer, letting the demon’s imagination do the work. His hands moved to his belt, but he was stopped once again.
“Let me do it for you.”
The demon crouched, getting on his level. Their size difference was ridiculous, Ike thought once again. Vox had to crouch for them to be almost on the same level; no wonder they both had neck pain after spending a few hours together. Always looking up and down to each other became painful very quickly. He wouldn’t trade it for the world though, he mused, looking at Vox’s focused face while he was trying to figure out how to open all the buckles on his outfit.
The novelist cupped his face between his hands, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs. He knew he probably looked a bit too adoring, based on the shy way Vox was now looking at him, but he didn’t care. He deserved to know how much Ike loved him.
He pressed their lips together for another kiss, now that they didn’t have to crane their heads anymore for that. Vox tasted so sweet, and for all he liked to pretend he would never submit to anyone, he was folding beautifully under his lips. Maybe he would get the confidence to fight back at a later date, but for now, Ike was going to enjoy his sweetness and meekness to his heart’s content.
He lightly sucked on his tongue when he felt hands opening his hoodie, but he apparently stood by his decision to leave it on. The demon had always been obsessed with his bunny outfit, not that Ike could blame him. There was a reason he liked to wear that outfit, it was incredibly cute and looked pretty good on him. He hummed into the kiss but reluctantly broke apart after a few more seconds, completely out of breath. He opened his eyes to stare at his lover in front of him who was panting just as hard as him.
“You’re so pretty”, he whispered reverently.
And he was; Vox had always been a beautiful man, but here with his face turned red by pleasure, his bruised lips and his darkened eyes, he looked especially gorgeous. He wanted to see how much further he could push, what kind of expression Vox would make in the middle of sex, when he would come, and afterwards when they’d cuddle and rest. He was a greedy person, and he wanted to engrave every one of them inside his brain where they’d be his to keep forever.
“You’re the pretty one here.”
The compliment was gently pushed away and turned around as usual, and it broke Ike’s heart that the demon couldn’t bring himself to believe in his beauty.
“I’ll show you”, he answered, his eyes earnestly boring into golden ones. “I’ll repeat it and show you as often as I can until you see it too.”
The other didn’t answer, looking down and pretending to be entirely focused on taking off the rest of his clothes, but he didn’t mind. It would take much more than a single conversation for him to open himself to the truth.
His skirt fell to the ground, and a surprised noise escaped the demon.
“You wear panties?!”
“Of course! I’m not going to wear a beautiful outfit like that and ruin it by wearing boxers.” He smirked at his dumbfounded face. “And if you ended up catching a look while I was leaning over, it would have been more fun if I had panties on, don’t you think?”
“You-You…”
He sighed, falsely disappointed. “Unfortunately you’re too much of a gentleman and you always look away when my skirt rides up.”
“You were doing it on purpose?!”
Ike laughed. Vox could be so naive sometimes. “Of course I was! It was so much fun to see your flustered face every time.”
“You- I-I’m going to get back at you for that”, he stuttered, and how he loved the strawberry color his ears had taken. It was always so obvious on his usually pale skin.
He chuckled, willing to let him believe it, and kissed his brow. He threaded his hand in his black hair, caressing it softly while Vox went back to undressing him.
He felt a bit embarrassed, being naked next to him. He was usually pretty confident in his body but it was different when his partner was almost twice his size and was much more, err, gifted in some areas.
“You’re gorgeous, Ike.”
The honest appreciation in his tone was enough to relax him, but also to make him blush. He rubbed at his cheek, vainly trying to hide his reaction. The demon chuckled and caught him by the waist, bringing their bodies closer to each other.
“Ike”, and he sounded more serious now, “are you sure about this? Isn’t it going to hurt you?”
“It should be fine if we’re going slow. And if it doesn’t work, we can find another solution, there are plenty of other options outside of penetrative sex”, he reassured him.
That seemed to be enough for the demon who relaxed and nodded. He leaned in for another kiss, enjoying the warmth of the other’s mouth and his sweet taste. His little sighs and soft moans were so addicting he could spend hours kissing Vox without getting bored of it.
“Let’s get on the bed, shall we?” he asked when they separated.
“Yes, my poor grandpa back and legs can’t handle much more of that”, complained the demon.
“Good thing you’ll just have to lie down and let me do all the work from now on”, he teased.
“A man after my old heart”, he dramatically answered, falling onto the bed.
Ike chuckled, following him onto what was to him a giant bed. They had quickly figured out that if they wanted to spend the night together, it was better for Ike to go to Vox’s place; the demon was way too big to fit on the novelist’s bed.
“Do you have lube, Vox?”
“Of course, who do you take me for?”
It was true, he definitely should have expected that, knowing him. He took the bottle he was given, but didn’t open it.
“You have bigger fingers, it’s better if you’re the one preparing me. I’d have to use my whole fist to do something barely adequate, but a few of your fingers should be good enough.”
“I don’t know, I think fisting would be pretty hot”, murmured the demon, but he obediently took the bottle back and coated his fingers with lube.
Ike moved up, straddling his belly. He felt a finger probe at his entrance and forced his body to relax. He already knew it was going to become painful quickly enough, he didn’t need to make things worse for himself. He went to kiss Vox, trying to distract himself from the first finger pushing into him by tangling their tongues together. He loved kissing the demon so much; he was so sweet under his lips, and so beautifully vocal once his sensitive spots were being used against him.
A moan escaped him when Vox started to move his finger. It felt even bigger inside him somehow, and he had no idea how he wouldn’t lose his mind by the time he was riding his dick.
“You can add another one”, he decided after a few more seconds.
A second finger pressed against his entrance before pushing in, and he exhaled slowly.
“Good, that’s good”, he moaned.
The stretch was just enough to be satisfying without being painful, and he moved his hips to meet the fingers.
“You’re so hot”, breathed the demon.
His chuckle turned into a whine midway when his fingers suddenly hit his sweet spot. He leaned forward to leave butterfly kisses on his jaw, trying to focus on something else than the pleasure overtaking his body. He hid a smirk when he remembered Vox mentioning a specific sensitive spot of his.
“You’re being such a good boy for me”, the novelist whispered in his ear before moving to bite his neck.
The loud noise that escaped the demon was like music to his ears. He would have chuckled at his reaction if Vox hadn’t moved his hips by reflex, pressing his belly against his own weeping and untouched dick. He couldn’t hold back a moan at the contact, rutting once against the hard stomach before he managed to still himself. He was already so pent up after only two fingers, that was almost embarrassing.
“Fuck, Ike, you can’t do that without warning me, you’re going to kill me”, he whined.
He laughed breathlessly.
“If this is how you react, I’d say it’s worth it.”
“I can’t believe you’re such a tease in bed.”
He smirked against his skin. “And we’re only starting.”
He moved his hips back, impaling himself on the thick fingers again. He moaned when he felt them graze his sweet spot, trying to muffle the sound against Vox’s throat.
“Okay, another one, I’m good.”
The demon obeyed wordlessly, and how he liked seeing him being so good. He would have expected him to be more of a brat, but maybe he was trying to hold back for their first time. Too bad for him; Ike had no plan to be any less controlling and dominating, first time or not.
The finger that pressed into him came with a burn, his walls stretched further than he was used to, and he was glad he could hide his expression in that position. It was bigger than any of the cocks he had taken before, so he should have expected it to hurt. And Vox’s actual dick was going to be much bigger than three fingers.
“Ike?”
“I’m good, I’m good”, he panted. “Give me a minute.”
He felt comforting kisses being pressed in his hair and he smiled fondly, his chest filled with warmth at his thoughtfulness. He went back to giving attention to his neck to try to distract himself, and couldn’t help but feel smug when a sharp bite under his jaw caused him to gasp loudly. The noises he got out of him while sucking hickeys were delicious, and he couldn’t wait until the marks turned purple and sensitive. He moved his hips, signaling to Vox he could start fingering him, and bite down on his pale flesh when he felt him pressing down on his prostate. He barely held back a whine when he started to massage it, pleasure zapping along his body.
“Ngh, Vox, not so much.”
“What, you’re going to come already? That was fast”, mocked the demon.
The novelist frowned, irritated. That wouldn’t do. He moved from his neck so he could look down on his face.
“Someone needs to be reminded of his place, apparently.” He took his nipples between his fingers and twisted them harshly, watching as Vox’s eyes widened and a pained yelp escaped his mouth. “That’s just a warning. Next time you try to be mouthy, well, I don’t think you’ll like the consequence.”
He could see the hesitation in his expression and stared back, unimpressed. Three fingers inside his hole were plenty enough to get him off, he didn’t actually need to ride Vox and he wasn’t afraid of letting him jerk off pathetically to finish if he tried to push it. The black-haired demon must have realized the punishment wouldn’t be worth it by his serious expression, for he kept his mouth shut and looked away.
“Good boy”, he praised. “Now, add another finger.”
This time it was Vox’s turn to frown, worried eyes landing back on him.
“Ike, it’s too much, I think we should stop. It was already hurting you with three fingers! We can find another solution.”
Blessed that demon and his precious heart, he thought while caressing his cheek.
“I knew it was going to hurt, but it’ll be fine if we go slowly like we’ve been doing. I promised I’d tell you if it was too bad, right? I’m not a masochist, I wouldn’t enjoy it if it was too painful”, he chuckled. Seeing that Vox was still hesitant, he smiled at him. “Trust me, alright?”
That was enough to mellow him, and the demon turned his face to press his lips against his palm and leave a soft kiss there. “I trust you.”
He loved that ridiculous man so much.
“And anyway”, he teased, “don’t you want to fuck me? It’ll be my first time taking a dick so big and I’m going to be so tight, I’ll feel so good around you.”
The demon moaned out loud, his hips rutting the air, and he gasped when the movement pushed his fingers even deeper inside him.
“Come on, Vox, add another one”, he said, barely able to avoid whining.
“Fuck, Ike, you’re actually going to kill me if you keep talking like that.”
When the demon pressed a fourth finger in, it took everything in him to not tense in answer to the pain. He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to stay still and relaxed, aware of the anxious eyes staring at his face. The demon didn’t stop, slowly but surely pressing all four fingers inside, but he used his other hand to take his cock in hand and jerk him off. Ike gasped, not expecting it, and had to fight to still his hips. He hadn’t realized before, too focused on the sensations in his ass, but his neglected length had been leaking precum for a while. It helped smoothen the handjob and quickly enough, pleasure had taken over his body, the pain from his hole completely forgotten. His hand was enormous, it was arousing and almost humiliating to see how tiny his dick looked in comparison.
He leaned in to get close to the pale chest and took one of his nipples in his mouth, sucking on it. He felt more than he heard the moan Vox let out, his chest vibrating with it. He didn’t think he would have such a sensitive chest, but he was glad he did. It made playing with it much more fun, and he wasn’t going to skip on leaving marks all over it and on torturing both his nipples with his tongue and teeth.
The demon started moving his fingers and he moaned in pleasure, his hips moving in rhythm with his movements in his hole and around his cock. He bit down hard on his chest, but based on the pleasured whine Vox let out, he didn’t mind. Of course he was a masochist. He couldn’t wait until he had the occasion to use it against him, maybe he could overwhelm him with a mixture of pain and pleasure until he made him cry.
The fantasy, as well as the sensations filling his body, brought him closer to his climax and he hurried to grip his wrist, halting the hand around his member.
“I’m good”, he panted. He took a second to breathe and get himself back under control. “Let’s move to the interesting part, hmm?”
“Ike…” Vox caught him by the hips, looking troubled.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Remember that we can stop anytime, right? Even if I’m about to come and you decide you don’t want to keep going, it’s fine.”
“Thank you for the reassurance, Vox. I promise to stop if I need or want to. You don’t have to worry about me, I swear.”
The other wordlessly took his fingers off, and he had to bite his lip to avoid voicing his frustration at the sudden emptiness. He moved until he could feel the tip of the cock kissing his hole, and slowly lowered himself on it.
His mouth opened in a soundless noise. It felt so much bigger than it had looked. He was so, so glad he had Vox prepare him so much, or it’d have torn him apart. He knew it was only the tip, that he had barely gotten anything inside yet, but it was stretching his walls so much he had no idea how he’d manage to take the whole thing in. His insides would never be the same again after that, he realized after a few inches. It was actually going to destroy his body.
“Fuck, Vox, how are you so big”, he panted.
“You’re not even halfway down”, chuckled the demon, but his voice was strained.
Ike could only assume how hard it was to avoid moving in that situation, especially since his dick had been untouched ever since his failed attempt at a blowjob. He was really grateful for his lover’s patience and self-control, and he forced his body to relax and lowered himself some more as a reward. It was painful but not as much as he had expected, probably thanks to Vox’s thorough preparation; he was mostly feeling overwhelmed by the stretch and the size of the cock inside him.
After what seemed forever, he finally bottomed out. The hands on his hips tightened around him, and he panted. It was so big he could have sworn he could feel it in his chest, despite being perfectly aware it was impossible. His brain had been turned to mush and he could barely focus on anything else than the enormous length inside him.
“Ike? Are you alright?”
“I-I just need a minute to get used to it”, he tried to reassure his lover.
“Does it hurt?”
“A bit”, he answered honestly. “But it’s bearable. My good boy did an amazing job preparing me”, he purred and he felt the way his cock twitched inside him. He bit back a moan at that. “How does it feel for you, Vox?”
“You feel so good”, breathed the demon, and the awe on his face made him melt. “You’re so tight and warm, you feel incredible, I love you so much.”
It was just like Vox to get sappy in the middle of sex, he thought. He couldn’t deny that the sweet words were helping him relax and feel better, though.
“I love you too, big guy.”
Experimentally, he moved up until only the tip was still inside him, and he could see the frustration on Vox's face and the way he was about to complain but he fell down before any word could get out of his mouth, impaling himself on his length. A loud half yell escaped the demon, barely covering his own strangled moan. He felt like the air had been pushed out of his lungs to make more room for the cock inside him, and the way it was pressing against his sweet spot due to its size alone wasn’t helping him anchor himself.
He repeated the action a few times, feeling like he was losing his mind with pleasure. It was so much better than anything he had done before, and he knew Vox had ruined him for any other men. He could never be satisfied by anyone else again.
“Ike, c-can I move”, whined the other.
He stopped, barely moving enough to grind himself against his pelvis, and glared at him.
“No. You’ll take what I give you, and nothing more.”
“But-”
He slapped his stomach in reprimand, and Vox went silent.
“And here I was, thinking that maybe next time I would let you rail me into the mattress if you behaved. But clearly you don’t deserve it, do you?”
Golden eyes went wide. “No, sorry Ike! I’ll behave, I promise.”
He chuckled, pleased with his easy apology but not willing to let him off the hook yet. “We’ll see.”
He went back to moving his hips, fucking himself faster on his cock. Usually he would have to try to find the right angle, but he didn’t even need to this time; he was already drowning in pleasure just from that. He looked down to see that underneath him, Vox had let go and was instead gripping the bed sheets in his fists, desperately trying to stay still. He smiled mockingly and leaned towards his face.
“Do you enjoy being, aah, a good toy for me, Vox?”
“Ike, ngh, I-I…”
“Losing your tongue so s-soon? Who would have thought the, mmh, big bad demon would fold so easily. All it took was someone to use you like a nice sex toy.”
“Ike please, I’m trying to be good!”
It was so fun to tease Vox and play with his limits when he was already having a hard time controlling himself. He supposed he could reward him for trying so hard to obey his orders though, and so he took one of the abandoned nipples in mouth, sucking harshly onto it. The demon arched his chest in his mouth with a scream of his name, and the novelist smirked. He gave the same treatment to the other one, leaving them once they were sensitive and shiny with spit.
He slightly shifted his hips and almost yelled in pleasure when the new angle proved itself to somehow be even better. His dick had to be reaching inside his stomach, he thought deliriously, and he unconsciously pressed a hand against his belly.
His mind came to a stop when he bottomed out once again and he felt his skin shift under his palm. He looked down in disbelief, but his eyes couldn’t deny the truth; there was a pretty noticeable bulge where Vox’s member was rearranging his insides.
Something snapped inside him, and he started to ride him more brutally, unable and unwilling to stop himself from chasing after his orgasm. Vox was so big he was actually rearranging his insides.
“Vox”, he panted, throwing his head back and almost making his bunny hood fall. “Vox, look.”
He took his hand before the demon could answer and put it on his stomach, waiting for his reaction. He watched as golden eyes widened in realization, and pure lust shone in his expression.
“Look at how well you’re destroying me, Vox. You’re so big my, ngh, my body can’t take it. You’re breaking it, it- it’ll never be the same again, it’ll always remember you.”
The other moaned loudly, and his hips moved to meet his own. A choked noise escaped him and he almost fell forward from the assault of pleasure, barely catching himself on the pale chest. Vox whined when sharp nails pressed into his skin but he didn’t pay it any attention, instead savoring how good that thrust had felt. If that was the result, he was done telling him to stay still.
“S-Sorry Ike, I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s alright, you’ve been a good boy”, he cooed. “You can move now, as- as long as you remember your place.”
He noticed the way he beamed at the praise, and despite everything, he couldn’t stop fondness from burrowing inside his heart. Sharp sounds of skin meeting skin filled the room, as well as their noises of pleasure. Ike felt like he was losing his mind under the strength of pleasure. It was so much it almost became too much, and he was drowning in the sensations. The novelist was disappointed their size difference meant he couldn’t kiss Vox in this position, but the way he was being remodeled by his cock made it all worth it. All of his sensitive spots were being abused on each thrust and he was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. Noises were pushed out of his throat with each movement, but he couldn’t be bothered to try to stop them; only the intense pleasure filling his body mattered.
He saw Vox reaching for his length, and he slapped the hand away.
“N-No, I want to come on your, aaah, on your cock alone.”
The demon’s eyes rolled, and he screamed when his rhythm fastened even more.
“I’ll make you feel g-good, Ike, you’ll feel so good”, he slurred, his eyes hazy with pleasure.
He chuckled breathlessly. “You already are, hmm, so good.”
He was worried to suddenly see tears running down his cheeks, but his beaming smile and his relaxed body language reassured him of his mental state.
“Ye-es, I’ll be good for Ike. So, so good”, he beamed, encircling his waist with his giant hands again.
“My beautiful boy. Look at how pretty, hmm, you are like that”, he praised.
Vox only blushed, looking away.
“Shh, look at me, gorgeous.” Golden eyes snapped back on him, and more tears rolled down his face. “I want to see your face when you make me come.”
A long whine that ended in a sob left his lips, but he didn’t look away again. The novelist patted his chest in reward before deciding to play with his nipples, twisting them between his fingers until pained noises mixed with the rest of his sounds. He felt him twitch inside him and almost meowed in pleasure when his thrusts became fast and erratic, the demon chasing his orgasm with abandon.
“J-Just a little bit more, Vox. Not yet.”
The other sobbed and the novelist almost winced when his grip on his hips tightened. He was confused by his sudden change of behavior, but his mushed brain understood when he saw the new tension in his body and the frustration on his face. Vox was edging himself, holding back on his orgasm just to please Ike.
The realization was enough to push him over the edge, and he came with a scream of bliss. His eyes rolled into his skull and he fell against the demon’s chest, his arms too weak to hold him up anymore. He felt like he could barely breathe under the waves of pleasure crashing into him and his mind was swimming in cotton, leaving him unable to even think. The way Vox kept thrusting inside him was prolonging his orgasm, zips of pleasure traversing his body each time, and he whined weakly in answer.
He was brought back to reality by the sensations becoming too much and riding the line between pleasure and pain.
“I-Ike, please please, I need to come, please”, sobbed the demon above him, and oh.
“Yes, yes. Come for me, Vox.”
He gritted his teeth against the overstimulation and forced his exhausted legs to carry him long enough to meet his thrusts and help his lover reach his peak. Thankfully, it only took a few seconds for Vox to follow him over the edge and fill him up. He drank in his expression, watching more tears rolling down, the flushed color of his cheeks and the euphoria on his face. He wanted to burn that image in his mind.
He moaned softly when he felt the dick inside him twitch again, and realized that Vox still hadn’t stopped coming. He had never been filled this much before, and it was becoming slightly uncomfortable. He was feeling bloated with how much cum was into him, and he could have sworn there was a slight curve to his belly that hadn’t been here before.
“Ike”, whined the demon.
The novelist focused back on him and smiled when he saw his needy expression. He hadn’t expected anything less from him.
“I’m here.” He moved forward, hissing when the softened member inside him dragged against his sensitive walls as they separated. Cum ran down his thighs but he didn’t pay it any attention, focusing on his lover instead. “How do you feel, Vox?”
“It was so good”, he answered, his words slurring a bit. “What about you?”
He cupped his cheek and caressed it tenderly, trying to make the worry disappear from his eyes. “I’m perfectly fine. You did an amazing job taking care of me.”
A pleased expression appeared on his face, but he still shook his head. “I have to take care of you now.”
That demon would be the end of him, with his boundless kindness and his tendency to put others’ needs before his own.
“Only after you drink”, and he took the water bottle Vox always left on his tabletop, “and I want some cuddles before we go shower.”
That seemed to placate him enough, and he gulped down almost half of the bottle before pushing it into his hands. He drank as well, realizing only now how parched his throat felt. It wasn’t surprising, he had been pretty vocal after all. He put the bottle back in its place, grimacing when he felt how sticky his thighs had become, but he was too tired to move for now and he had promised Vox to cuddle.
He took the pale face between his hands, wiping off the tear tracks with his thumbs. He moved to press his lips against his in a short but sweet peck.
“You’re beautiful”, he murmured against his mouth, and went back to kissing him before he could protest.
He slid off his body, finally realizing he had been laying on top of Vox the whole time, and hummed happily when strong arms snaked around his waist. He stroked his hair in slow movements and left another kiss on his cheek before nuzzling his neck.
“I love you, Ike”, came the whisper against his head.
He smiled again, his chest filled with the adoration he felt for the demon.
“I love you too.”