james

but that too came with a cost. most notably: finding yourself sheltered from everyone around you.

there was no more room for you to humour mammon’s tricks or try asmo’s new makeup. you were busy representing the future of the exchange program — a reality that you kept running from for too long which came back to bite you in ass.

and while the brothers did miss your company, there was no one who craved your presence as much as your fuckbuddy solomon did.

after your fun-loving demeanour disappeared, he was always found dazed, confused and much more clumsy in his work. after all, you were too busy for his lustful antics.

but all it took was one happy accident to coax him out of his hole and onto your bed.

after getting to your room, lucifer begg ordered you to set a bit of free time before you had to start your work; and while you initially planned to used that time to join the brothers for what they now called “mandatory movie night” — which you were sure was just their attempt into getting you to hang out with them — you accidentally fell asleep on your bed while waiting for them to call you down.

you were finally relaxed, all your worries cast aside for just a moment. well, that was until you felt a weight slowly sit on your lap area. their voice was a whiny mumble you were too tired to hear.

whoever it was then began to lay their body on top of yours, slowly, and stopped as soon as you could hear their breaths by your ear. their drunken voice dripped in desperation as they called out your name. in an instant, you knew who it was. solomon.

“i-i can’t take it anymore, mc… i need you.”

you could feel your pants pulled off of you, the clinking of your belts and buckles rang as it fell to the floor. you could feel his hand work your cock, slowly and messily — but it felt so good, it was better than any dream you could’ve been having. you called out to him.

“sol…”

your groggy and dazed voice was enough for solomon to let go of any semblance of self control he had left. he started to gain speed, getting it ever so close to your high. but hearing your sleepy groans only made his patience run thinner.

he threw away everything he wore and aligned himself with your cock before taking it all in.

“s-SHIT..! Hah… i-it feels so f-good..!”

he sank down so quickly, he didn’t even give himself time to adjust. he stayed there until he bottomed out, quickly beginning to bounce on your cock.

his moans were whiny and slurred, the feeling just simply not enough for his sudden ache for you. he tried to chase his high by bouncing faster and faster — but it just wasn’t the same without you.

and so when you finally began to move him yourself, he practically melted into a puddle of moans and whines...