Sinner's rest

Offering a nod of his head, he accepted the words. Transporting the drink from the coffee chain was simple enough. Yet the man's accent made it hard for him to focus, as he had a weakness for them, along with the darkness that seemed to lace every word. Rico could only blush, wishing that he was able to say it was one of his creations by his hand. Yet, he summoned the Olympian coffee, heavy on ambrosia.

" Tomorrow I will make you one by hand."

The compliment reinforced something inside of him, making it clear on a level he could not reach that the man was a demon spawn, as his words were infectious. Few could use flame teleportation, and he could not use telekinesis in its base form. Cooking was just a form of chemistry, much like potions. The man was cute in an unsettling way as every part of him seemed too perfect to be real.

"So you didn't make this? Damn, mate. And here I was about to go full entrepreneur," he thought aloud, deciding to run with the joke. Raymond had a reputation of being a little bit of a goof ball, so he figured it would be in character.

His real challenge was not to learn magic, but to learn to be human, he figured.

"We've long since sailed past the point of appropriate, Ray. And you and I both know that." Richard cooed, raking his fingers through his soft locks. "What really be inappropriate would be to let our cocks go untouched, unsucked, and unfucked. That would be the real travesty. Especially after all this song and dance. I'm a good professor. I'm going to give you what you want."

The professor exhaled a plume of breath when his bulge was finally free, pants pushed down to his ankles. He wasted no time in wrapping his arm his student's torso, their bodies could move against one another, tented underwear bobbing and sliding against each other, desperate for the last, final push to release.

He wanted it, it was clear in the way his body moved and his body reacted. And most definitely in the way he sighed in absulte hunger when he pulled back to get a proper look of his professor cornered against his desk.

"Fuck, professor-- You look even hotter than you do in my dreams. How on earth do you do that?" he groaned, genuine appreciation coating every word as he loomed over his body and pulled his shirt up a little to reveal his abs. "I'm going to devour you whole, sir-"

Without waiting for permission, Ray kissed his way down to the bulge, starting on his abs and slowly exploring the skin. In no time, he was already kneeling in front of Richard, pressing his nose against the hard bulge just to memorize his scent.

The archangel chuckled a little at the retort, a low reverberating sound that seemed to rumble in his chest just briefly as he sat himself straighter, just watching as Ray brought the wine over and began to pour some into his glass.

Maybe it wasn't the most orthodox setting, or company, but there were certainly worse places he could be and worse company to keep. Though he supposed it didn't really matter now, he was no longer in Heaven's favour anyway so what difference would it make being sat there having dinner with an archdemon?

What else did he have to lose?

"What? You don't have a word for standing against my brother?" Michael mused looking over at him, faint amusement pinching at a corner of his lips. "Or are words too much to expect?" A low blow, perhaps, but not one meant out of cruelty. Not towards Ray, at least.

Michael didn't hate the spawns of Hell, he didn't necessarily like them or approve of them, but he understood their existence, their purpose, and that he'd had a hand in being their reason to exist at all. Like a reluctant uncle whose nephews and nieces all hated.

"Existing is the word we use for standing up against the big ol' dude," he added nonchalantly, not precisely because he didn't care, but because breaking out of hell to live and sin in the physical world was, probably, the biggest act of defiance any demon could do. In that sense, Ray was rather proud to be strong and cunning enough to make a living on earth.

He gestured towards the food, inviting Michael to dig in and (hopefully) enjoy his cooking. Ray had a lot of experience with it, especially considering he had been doing it for over a decade now. Although, he figured, it wouldn't compare to whatever kind of feasts they had in heaven.

With another hit, Pit held the air in as he felt the tongue start teasing his cock as well, making the shaft glide back and forth. Now that it was sufficiently wet was when Pit started feeling the buzz from the smoking coming on strong. It was making him forget about being gentle as now Pit began pushing down on Ray's head.

"God I bet you'll feel good later," he praised as the warmth surrounded all his cock to the base, unaware if Ray could actually take it all or not. He could feel the tight throat massaging his cock and opening his eyes, Pit looked down to see Ray's eyes watering. Gag reflex or no, Pit likely kept Ray down longer than necessary before pulling him off. He still held Ray's head up by holding that hair so the other didn't collapse.

He would've added something else, but Pit pushed more of that delicious cock down his throat and Ray was too busy worshipping him like he deserved. Of course he choked, but his own high helped him push through whatever discomfort happened. It only bolstened the desire he didn't even know he had been hoarding ever since he met the man.

When Pit finally pulled back, Ray groaned in delight, even when the lack of air did make him feel a bit dizzy. Still, he looked up with a slight smile of his own in appreciation of the sinful turn their 'business relationship' had just taken.

"Fuck, P-" he moaned, barely catching his breath, but regaining a little bit of his composure. "I'm getting addicted to this... What are we gonna do about that?"

A hypothetical question, because Ray didn't wait a single moment before he leaned in again, taking a firm hold of Pit's cock while he kissed his pubes and balls, making his way back up to the delicious tip of that dick.

Seeing Ray's eyes lock in below his belt, Richard smirked, jingling a handful of himself at the younger man, teasing. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we? I, for one, am dying for you to release your feelings. All over my body, preferrably."

Richard groaned when Ray finally made contact, jutting his hips out into the other's exploring hand. In turn, he nudged his knee against Ray's full mast, both of them feeling up on each other and teasing each other relentlessly. "Unbuckle my pants for me." Richard cooed, the request swimming through the throng of grunts and moans desperate to get out. "And take off your pants, as well. I want to see you."

"But that's so inappropriate, professor. We shouldn't," he teased, even when his words were empty and meaningless. Ray's hands, after all, were already exploring the man's thighs all the way up to his belt. Of course he looked up when Richard tugged at his hair, but his didn't stop until he had unbuckled everything, and pulled the zipper down too.

So he pulled Richard's pants down, and immediately stood up himself to pull his own joggers down too. When he pushed his body against his professor this time, their hard bulges pressed against each other in a delicious grind, as the younger man wrapped his arms around his professor.

But, of course, Ray was different. The man moved with a such an ease, a confidence that radiated with every interaction. He really made each individual patron feel like they were the center of his whole universe, even if just for a moment. Hell, it was a skill that worked on Eli, too. Every few rounds, he'd catch his gaze lingering over to Ray, topping someone up with a flirty remark as a chaser. If he'd been off the clock, he would've tipped big too.

"Oh, you absolutely do. But, that's why I gotta make sure I always give credit where credit is due. You are the best, man. I love it here, but I absolutely would've drowned out here if it hadn't been for you." The night was young for a bar, but late for a human, and Eli couldn't help but allow himself to feel a little fond.

"Aw, man, you don't have to say all tha - wait, what'd you say" Eli shook his head, flabbergasted. Contract renewals weren't set to be reviewed for months. Eli couldn't help himself, he threw his arms around his boss, patting the man's back tenderly, allowing himself the moment of closeness to show his appreciation. "I promise I'll keep making you proud, boss."

And people seemed to be happy about it, on top of everything. The kind of win/win scenario where everybody got what they needed.

That's why he was warm and flirty with every patron, even with his employees. Good experiences made people come back. Both as an incubus and as a businessman, kindness served his purpose.

And, well, if he could have lovely men like Eli smiling like this, perhaps it wasn't the bad kind of manipulation that people cancelled celebrities for.

"Oh, it's not me you have to make proud, Eli," Ray offered gently, meeting Eli's hug by wrapping his own arms around him and holding him tightly in place. Was it his fault that he got fond of his staff easily? "So long as you keep making our patrons happy, you'll have a place in the Sinner's rest."

The next question got a smile out of him. It seemed like some people had been more observant than he thought.

Tobey coughed after his strong swig. Way too big of a gulp, it seemed. It just seemed that the bad day could only beget more bad decisions. "Even the alcohol's fucking betraying me." Tobey whined, already feeling heady and emotional.

Part of Tobey had figured that Ray was just pulling his leg, or even smooth talking him to get him to buy another drink. So, when the man rounded the corner and took a spot right behind him, Tobey flushed, face and neck blooming with warmth. "I'm sure you guys see floods of unburdened people by the hour. You giving massages to all of them, too?" Tobey bit back, a spark of defiant flirtatiousness in his words.

The moment Ray's hands hit his shoulders, working his fingers in the tight knots that had formed, Tobey's head tilted forward, a guttural groan cascading from his lips. "Fuck, Ray." He whimpered, doing his best to keep his words and his volume as non-attention grabbing as possible. The last thing he needed was to make a scene. But, how else was he supposed to react when he had the most skilled hands on him, working the stress out with force? "Y-You're, really fucking good at that, dude."

It was a solid, shameless statement. Almost as shameless as the confidence Ray had in his ability to give a shoulder rub. And he was dedicated to it too. Whatever the night held in store, he would make sure that Tobey went back home in a much better mood. That would mean that he could come back alone in the future, and Ray really liked the idea of having Tobey alone all to himself, without his loud friends swarming around him.

"Oh, mate. If you keep making noises like that I'm gonna have to massage something else. We're in public, for fuck's sake," he teased, even when his words held no weight. He had never cared for being naughty in public, and in fact he just continued to do the same motions that made Tobey whimper in the first place.

He was smiling. Of course he was. If he had it his way, the night would turn in both their favor.

Rico teased looking at his new associate. The flame was one present at the birth of the inverse and his to command. Some called it, divine or primordial while some demon-born mistook it for hellfire despite the color difference.

"I will admit that my powers are a bit uncommon so I apologize.

Though the man was here in the mortal world something about him seemed linked to a different realm. Which prompted Rico to wonder what powers he had. Normally, people's lives flooded his mind, and he knew exactly how everything was going to go; yet this man was shielded, making him different or extremely powerful.

"Don't take my surprise for disdain, mate," he mused gently, reaching out over the table to take the drink and study it in his hand. "This is merely the first time anyone has conjured a drink for me out of thin air. But I bet it tastes like magic and power, so.... bottom's up!"

He took a big sip of course, enjoying not only the flavor but the lingering traces of magic that he could still kind of feel in it. Most definitely the kind of warm welcome a demon expected to have when finally making it to earth.

And he did mean to be flirty. Of course he did. But the story alone was enough for him to make a funny face in absolute compassion and sympathy for the hell of a week Noémie seemed to have.

"Oooof, that is a rough week," he nodded, mostly to himself, but definitely imagining the toll it had taken on her. "In fact, hold up one second."

He excused himself quickly, moving back to the back to prepare something. It took less than 40 seconds for him to come back, but when he did, a coffee cup was placed right in front of Noémie.

"You get addicted to me, you're gonna pay you know. I'm not exactly an elevated man," he said, the last warning before he moaned at the attention his cock head was getting through the shorts. "I'll make it worth it though." He lowered the joint to Ray's lips. "One last hit before you start. Don't think you'll care about this once you get a proper taste," he said.

"I don't really care about money, P. I can pay-" he murmured, straightening up a little bit so he could take one final, long hit and let it sit on his lungs for a few seconds. But when he opened his eyes again, he was met with the sight of Pit's beautiful torso on full display.

"Fuck, mate. You're the hottest lad I've ever seen," Ray groaned, smoke coming out with every word as his eyes shamelessly roamed every line of Pit's body. He handed the joint back, immediately moving his hands to feel up his new lover's chest.

"I'm gonna give you such a good time..." he murmured, eyes going back down as he pushed his entire face against Pit's bulge, getting one final sniff while he pulled the shorts down slowly.

Pit enjoyed how Ray's accent seem to sound stronger whenever he got drunk or high. Maybe it was a sign of how the guarded man lowered his defenses, and the true man came out. Of course, Pit didn't know for sure, but the other almost sounded like the posh people in the shows. He didn't care, but it did make the whole situation hotter as Ray admitted he was horny for Pit. With a slow motion and locking eyes with Ray, Pit brought the joint to his lips and took a long drag. His free hand ran through Ray's hair, taking a moment to caress his buddy's jaw before a thumb brushed against those lips.

He didn't fight Pit's demands at all. If anything, he pressed more of his face against his bulge while drowning in the delicious scent. Ray wasn't certain when, but at some point he had started caressing the dealer's thighs in worship.

"What are you gonna do if I get addicted to you, P?" he mused, looking up from his position but remaining close enough for the movement of his lips to caress the trapped shaft. Although he didn't wait for an answer, he merely licked his way up to the tip that was almost exposed, humming in appreciation of the small glimpse of flavor he managed to taste.

"Disrespect? No. I feel no disrespect. But, I can see it, plain as day on your face, that you're a rule breaker." He shot back, brow raised. "I've taught in this classroom for a long time, Ray. No student has ever tried to fuck me in it. You'd be the first. Congratulations." The word has hot and wet on his tongue, surprised at Ray being the boldest of any student who'd been infatuated with him.

"Have I ever told you how much I like you, Ray?" Richard mused, a smile pulling at him. "You've played the part of dutiful student for months, now. That's a commitment. How many nights have you been kept up all night, tossing and turning, furiously jacking off at the idea that one day you'd have me?" Richard asked slowly, teasing, as he finally reached the finish line. He stood before Ray, towering over his desk with a smile and a tent in his slacks.

"It's not about breaking the rules, professor," he confirmed, not shy at all in the way his eyes travelled all over Richard's body, only to land at his growing bulge. "I just really can't contain these feelings I have for you..."

Feelings, he says. And sure, there was deep appreciation for Richard in his heart, but his mind was deeply clouded by his lust. In fact, when the older man presented himself, Ray was quick to reach out gently to start feeling that tempting groin over the clothes. He swallowed in anticipation too.

Hell, even if it wasn't, his confidence was solid enough not to be rocked by such words.

"Is it impossible to get my attention during those days, though?" he mused, realizing already that he was just going to charge this woman for one drink that night. "I dunno, dear. I'd say if you come to me and say 'I want you all to myself tonight, Ray' I would drop everything and tend to your needs."

Bold, of course. He had always been. It would hardly change, especially when met with a lovely woman who challenged his wit.

“You know, I do appreciate your candidness. I don’t think anyone in your position would be quite as bold as you are.” He noted, the academic in him finding the need to give praise where it was due. After all, Ray was still his student. When Ray’s hand slowly and confidently snaked down to his lap, grabbing handfuls of himself, Richard blanched, swallowing the thickness in his throat. It was impossible to not immediately wonder what Ray would feel like in his hand, in his mouth. Richard could tell he was staring and needed to look away. He couldn’t.

But if the way Richard's steps towards him were any indication, this battle had been won even before Ray decided to act so boldly. So, instead of stopping, Ray continued to palm himself for his professor, giving him a show of how the prominent bulge started to grow in size slowly.

"I don't mean any disrespect by being so bold, professor Alexander... But I can't control this desire any longer." It was a firm statement, his body more than eager to touch and be touched, and his eyes firm on the other to show that he wasn't backing down by any means.

Truth is, Ray didn't even care that they were in a classroom.

"Oh, you'll still be around. You don't think everyone in here is drooling over you? Every time you come out, it's like the king making a pronouncement on the balcony. A real treat for everyone." Eli teased as he made his way back out on the floor, picking up the orders he left without a second thought. It was second nature to him by that point.

"Someone's feeling awful generous tonight." Eli mused, pouring himself a clean shot of whiskey, downing it one quick gulp. The fire-y liquid raced through his system and instantly put any nerves he had with the crowds at ease. With a knowing grin, he nodded towards the tip jar, watching as the bills kept piling in as the served their drinks. "What I tell ya? With your handsome mug around, they have no choice but to be generous."

It seemed it wouldn't be the best night. Not yet, at least. Instead, Ray rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and got to work, handling half of the workload.

He also noticed the tip jar filling up throughout the night, but he wasn't all that concerned about money. If anything, the reason he enjoyed pouring drinks so much was for the chance to flirt with the patrons, to maybe find someone fun to bring to his bed after closing hours.

It was only past midnight, when a few people had left and the remaining patrons already had their drinks, that the business died down enough to take a breather again. And Eli seemed to have the same idea by the way he bumped against him.

The young man spoke still fighting with the aches in his head. The vision was close, but it wasn't coming through. The voice quieted the pain as he looked up taking in an aura unlike any that he had felt before. It seemed the vision was warning him of the moment yet with it happening making the vision fade

"I am Ricardo de Medici "

That was good. It meant there should be no way for Ricardo to tell that it wasn't Raymond anymore inhabiting the body.

"Thanks, mate. I'm Ray Brunestud," he offered warmly, still keeping a faint smile as he made himself comfortable in his seat.

Now, the plan was to eat the sandwich he had packed. Ray was half reaching into his backpack when a sudden burst of blue flame caught his attention instead. It wasn't threatening in any way, but definitely sudden and unexpected. It stopped his motion halfway, turning to look at Ricardo with curiosity in his eyes.