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Aziraphel walked into the common area with a skip in his step, but he soon froze in his place, seeing Myron wearing casual sweatpants and a band tee instead of his normal formal robes from era 2 that he always wears.
Myron chuckled as he caught Aziraphel staring, walking over to him with a blush on his face. “Oddly quiet now aren't ya? What happened to our resident chatterbox?”
In response to that Aziraphel's face blushed a dark red, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact. “W-well uhm… What happened to our resident shy boy huh? Don't you normally not talk much? Why are we suddenly switching roles?”
Myron grabbed Aziraphel by the wrist suddenly, leading him away from the common area, dragging him down the air hall, and pushing him gently into his room. “Well you seemed a bit quiet today so I thought I could help fix that okay?”
Aziraphel nodded so quickly that he had almost gotten whiplash, blushing harder as he was picked up and placed onto the bed so carefully as if he was the most precious thing in the world. Myron walked away for a moment, lighting a lavender incense stick and placing it in its holder, before dimming the lights and walking back over to Aziraphel.
“Piccolo uccello can you promise to be honest with me? Do you want this?” Myron asked with a glint of worry and anxiety prominent in his expression.
The gentle behavior of the larger ghoul made Aziraphel's heart flutter, and he slowly nodded, making sure their movements seemed relaxed and not forced.
Despite the nod, Myron seemed to need more, so he said in a firm tone. “Please use your words. I need to verbally hear you consent before we start this.”
“Yes yes, I want this. Please Myron I need you-” Aziraphel eagerly responded, happy that Myron was being so careful with him, yet slightly frustrated that it was taking so long to get this started. He was glad at the level of care being shown to them regardless though.
Myron nodded in acknowledgment, helping Aziraphel undress before slowly undressing himself, then climbing on top of Aziraphel, leaving trails of kisses down their torso while stroking himself to full mast.
Now that they were both fully undressed, Myron reached into the bedside table. Aziraphel didn't realize what he was doing until he heard the pop of a cap opening, and a now cold and lubed-up finger pressing against their rim.
Myron smirked and slowly pressed the finger inside Aziraphel’s hole, sliding down to the first knuckle before stopping, letting him adjust. He did this every time, absolutely loving Aziraphel's moans, hearing the sweet noises coming from their mouth just spurred him on further, wanting nothing more than to hear those tooth-aching sounds that he felt were as sweet as candy.
At first, the stretch was a bit painful for Aziraphel, but soon it felt like pure ecstasy. His eyes rolled back, moaning at every stretch and even louder at the addition of a new finger being added in.
After a few minutes, one of Aziraphel’s legs was hiked up over Myron's shoulder, Myron lining his now hard and throbbing cock up with their hole.
Slowly and steadily, Myron's cock pushes inside Aziraphels tight and wet heat, both parties moaning as it finally happens. Myron held still with a small groan, resisting the unnatural urge to pound Aziraphel right then and there with no warning. He knew better than that though so he patiently sat and waited for them to adjust.
When Aziraphel finally adjusted Myron still didn't move, prompting a small growl out of him before remarking, “It would be great if you would stop acting like a statue and actually fuck me into next month-”
It took a moment for that statement to sink in but as soon as it did a clear smirk formed on Myron's face, growling as he pulled out so just his tip was left in before slamming back in, pounding Aziraphel just as he had been requested to.
Each thrust of his hips had Aziraphel a moaning mess, his sounds being amplified with each smack of Myron's hips against his.
While they were moaning Myron was growling out possessively, before finally losing his control and biting on the crook of Aziraphel's neck, mumbling the words “good boy” and “mine” into the skin that was broken by his teeth.
“Gonna knot you so good. Fill you up with my kits.” Myron mumbled with a choked-off moan, only seeming more encouraged by the scream that forced its way out of Aziraphel’s throat.
Aziraphel glowed at those words, feeling a tightness in his abdomen forming just from those words alone. Moaning louder and louder every second, he started to get closer and closer to the edge before spilling hot white ropes of cum onto his stomach, the feeling of overstimulation flowing through them as Myron continued to chase his own release.
“Fuck so close… Gonna stuff you full of my kits…” Myron mumbled before releasing deep inside with a loud moan, his knot catching inside Aziraphel's hole as he released.
They were able to slide apart within the next few minutes, cleaning up and going their separate ways with a smile on their faces. It seems like both of them had made a realization about themself that night, perhaps it will happen again.