His lips closed around the flavorful rod, and he sucked on it, eager to drink its essence. His arousal came from being naked with another man, from sucking on an erect dick that tasted delicious and pulsed on his tongue, but most of all, from knowing he was pleasuring Emil.
Dark hair rolled down Emil’s shoulders in an alluring cascade. Their eyes met when the demon made Adam look up from his obscene task, and the desire he saw reflected in the beautiful green eyes made the act oddly sweet, as if it wasn’t just about satisfying a physical urge for him either. There was flattery in being ogled this way, hearing moans from the lips of the man he’d chosen to indulge, and as Adam bobbed his head over and over, shivers caressed his sides the way he wanted Emil’s hands to.
No matter how much Adam hated the act, he also loved it.
He pulled back to play with the tip, and the delicate, soft skin of the cockhead made him itch to wake up to this every single morning. Pushing his tongue under the foreskin, he gasped his pleasure, but then his hand trailed lower, and his lips followed until the thick girth pushed past resisting muscles in Adam’s throat and accepted the most amazing thing he’d ever tasted.
“Oh, fuck,” Emil mumbled, holding Adam’s head in place while his thighs trembled against Adam’s shoulders. “Do that once more and I’ll come down your greedy throat. I want more,” he said in a lower tone, pulling on Adam’s hair until he forced him off his cock.
The devil couldn’t help himself and reached out with his tongue, desperate to prolong the illicit act. “But you need to satisfy my hunger,” it whispered through Adam’s lips, caressing Emil’s legs with long strokes.
“I’ll be satisfying it all night long, don’t you worry about it.” Emil pulled Adam up and planted a wet kiss on his lips, without a care for where they’d been moments ago.
Adam had imagined the depraved acts Emil was up to when no one was looking many times, but now he was getting a front row seat and couldn’t despise any of it, no matter how hard he tried. He was about to whimper when Emil slid his other hand down Adam’s spine and between his buttocks, but all that came out was a guttural groan. When Emil teased Adam’s hole with just the tips of his fingers, it created a heat so intense it buzzed up Adam’s body and kept him from breathing.
“Yes. I want that too,” he rasped, embracing Emil and pushing his face into his fragrant hair. His head spun from the sparks between their bodies, the awkward thoughts from earlier completely gone. He arched his back so Emil could reach his hole with more ease and shut his eyes, amazed by how deeply satisfying the intimate touch felt. It was like being licked by flames without the risk of burning, and he wanted those digits deep inside him already.
Then again… who would he become if he indulged in this? Did it matter if he couldn’t help it anyway? Would it hurt? Even if it did, he wouldn’t be able to scream. He considered telling Emil to stop after all, but nothing came out of his mouth other than a groan of pleasure when the dry tip of Emil’s finger pushed at his hole.
“You’re gonna be so tight for me,” Emil groaned, his words a match to set Adam’s thoughts aflame with embarrassment.
The devil wouldn’t let him go, and Emil would enjoy the sin. The insanity of what was happening to Adam made his heart thud as if it were on a blacksmith’s anvil, smashed again and again to become something different altogether in Emil’s skillful hands.
A laugh that wasn’t Emil’s resonated in the back of Adam’s skull, and his body leaned forward, pressing itself tightly to Emil’s muscular form. They kissed again, and when the long digit pushed deeper into the most intimate place in Adam’s body, lust exploded all over, burning his throat like a thirst that had to be satisfied, or else he’d crumble.
“Now. The wait is so painful. Only you can take it away,” the demon whispered through Adam’s lips.
Emil pulled away and it was like being dropped from that imaginary anvil straight into cold water. Adam reached out for him with a moan of agony, but Emil pushed Adam back to the mattress and took something out of the ancient dresser.
He stepped closer and dangled a packet in front of Adam, who wasn’t sure at first what he was looking at, but the demon did.
“No. None of that. We don’t need that. I want to feel you with no barriers. I need it,” Adam said on a single exhale, already rolling to his hands and knees as the heat of Emil’s gaze massaged his flesh until he could no longer stay still and rocked back and forth. He glanced over his shoulder, meeting the burning flames Emil had for eyes.
Adam groaned, obscenely biting his lips, but when Emil’s brows lowered, the gentle touch sliding down his aching back reminded him what’d he’d done earlier.
“Are you okay?” Emil asked in a low voice, but his care twisted Adam’s insides when he thought of the whip and how it hadn’t protected him this time.
“Don’t worry about it. Just… be with me.”
There was no way out of this. Adam couldn’t run or tell Emil that this wasn’t what he wanted, but if it was to happen, this one time, he needed to have cum filling him. This one moment of absolute connection to keep in his most treasured memories forever.
Emil dropped the condom to the floor and eagerly kneeled on the bed behind Adam, one hand stroking Adam’s buttock while he spread a slick oily substance all the way from Adam’s taint, over Adam’s twitching hole, and up to his tailbone. He rubbed his pinkie over the smooth scar where Adam’s tail had been. Or so his parents had told him.
He’d been born predisposed to sin.
“Love you like this. Spread your legs wider,” Emil rasped, and Adam did so without thinking twice. The liquid cooled on his skin, withstanding the extreme heat of Adam’s body, but no matter how thick the haze of lust was on Adam’s mind, fear stabbed its way into his mind like an ice pick when Emil’s cock nudged his buttock.
It would hurt like he was being torn apart, he was sure of it. Wouldn’t it be the cruelest of tricks to play on him if the devil made him submit to pleasure, only to ruin it and make Adam hate himself as well as Emil?
But the demon had no mercy for him. “Go on. I’m so ready for you,” it said through Adam’s lips.
Emil uttered a raspy grunt, a prelude to what was to happen and a warning. “You like it rough?” He whispered, gliding his slick dick over Adam’s hole. Unwilling to wait any longer, he grabbed Adam’s hip and pressed on with the cockhead.
Adam was drowning. He clawed into the comforter, curled his toes, but the demon choked his scream so it came out as a whine. Emil pressed his hand to Adam’s back, as if he wanted to stop him from fidgeting as the thick girth found its way into Adam, pushing past his defences until his body knew no other way to keep it out but to clamp around it.
It hurt, but Adam had no way of alarming Emil, locked in the void somewhere inside his own flesh. Shivers ran up and down his spine, becoming violent, as if he were about to shed his skin and run. He was terrified, but Emil’s hands kept him in place.
Emil steadied Adam’s hips, and when he leaned forward to kiss Adam’s nape, all that gorgeous hair cascaded to Adam’s skin, making him break out in goosebumps. It hurt to have Emil inside him, yet feeling him this close gave Adam a rush that soon replaced the shock with a narcotic sensation.