#belo oc

It's strange to say that he's also come to appreciate how needed you make him feel.

Of course, all those who are above should always have a number of celestials to carry out the more menial tasks, and it's absolutely not standard for an angel to be thanked by their Lords and Ladies- It's their job, after all.

And yet...

Yet you ply him with affection. With gratefulness. This soft, thoughtful adoration that makes Belo feel warm and cherished. No one's ever done that for him before, no Lord or Lady has ever decreed that he should be rewarded for simply performing his duties.

He knows that's why you're truly worth all this effort to adapt. All this confusion he has to slowly wade through as he pieces together an image of the modern world.

You are worth surviving the great silence. He prevailed because somehow, Belo knew he would find you, and the purpose in his existence would be restored.

And he...

He almost overcooked the eggs.

Almost.

A few drops of oil land on his apron -a holy gift from his Lady- and the angel squints in displeasure.

At least it didn't land on him. Which could have happened, especially after your request to have Belo work around the house... Bare.

It's an odd request, yes. It really did puzzle the power at first, but ultimately, it's harmless.

He only truly understood the meaning behind it a tad later.

You wish to admire his form.

Were it anyone else placing their eyes upon him with such lecherous intent, the punishment would be severe- But his Lady has all the right to do as she wishes with a celestial sworn to her.

And, truth be told, Belo quietly enjoys knowing his form is pleasant enough for such requests coming from you.

He enjoys it all more than he should.

You've awakened something in Belo he's too ashamed to put words upon- Because only you can acknowledge it, it's pure and right when you do it.

It's vulgar and blasphemous when he admits he craves your carnal attentions.

The feeling of your eyes poised on his figure -as they are now, the angel senses it- Is riveting and rousing in a way he can't get enough of.

Look at him. Feel his body. See it. Know that it is yours alone.

The celestial remembers how your first intimate moments started, how your ever-generous praise morphed into physical gestures. Caresses and strokes and eventually a fondling that teased him to hardness. His service of you now involves being pleasured by your touch.

Something he's quite often desperate for.

Belo knows, deep down, it's natural for him to be so easily aroused and wanton. His Lady has an holy influence over him that is much too strong, any such stimulation he gets is bound to fry him into a mess of anticipation.

Such as now...

Now he breathes heavily, knowing that the scent of the meal has spread past the kitchen and his Lady has risen to appraise his work.

Belo is fully aware he's uncomfortably erect against the apron, ruining it probably, but his hands are occupied and by no means will he dirty them to hide away or soothe the shameful display.

" Mmhm! What are you up to here? "

The sudden warmth of your figure hugging his from behind has Belo tensing, fluffing up reflexively for a second. His wings seem to shudder and shrink.

" My Lady! I- " He has to blink. Refocus. " I wanted to repeat last night's meal. I believe I can do better this time, and I'm sure- "

" It looks good, I'm really proud of how much better you've gotten at cooking. Then again, you're a fast learner... "

Hands roam the front of his body, weaseling underneath the frilled garment to play with the small tufts of fur on his belly. The angel melts slightly.

" Thank- Thank you my Lady, I'm honored. "

Unfortunately, your idle exploration of his lower torso's fur has your digits finally nudging against what he can't hope to explain away.

Both of you startle.

A solid, painful second of silence.

" Already? "

The way your tone shifts almost makes Belo's eyes roll back.

" ... I- Forgive me. I am so disgusting... "

His Lady laughs, it's a beautiful sound, even when full of mischief.

" No, it's fine. I practically Pavloved you into this. "

He doesn't know what that means, but at least you seem to expect this from him now? He... Can adapt to these circumstances.

There's no warning when your soft hand coils around his swollen cock. Belo's immediate groan is both pathetic and full of relief. He loses himself for a few seconds, enjoying the way you squeeze his girth and test his slit.

A sizzle reminds him there are ingredients he should be flipping.

" My Lady I must continue- " A slow stroke upwards that has the angel's hips following. " Continue cooking, lest I fail. "

His mind is anywhere but cooking right now. He'd much rather just have you play with him however you please.

" So? I'm just helping along, don't mind me. "

Old Lords help him.

There's a small pause before you begin properly pumping Belo's length, hands twisting and pulling the exact way that has him trembling and whining quietly. Each clipped whimper a quiet plea to give him more, make him cum.

He loves orgasming. He loves the feeling. Loves that you can give that to him. He needs more of it and every way you touch him is so perfect he can't help the precum that beads.

" Always so hard for me. So eager to please. " You sigh affectionately. " You know you have permission to touch yourself, right? "

Belo can hardly process what you're saying when all the thoughts in his mind have muddled into images of himself servicing you. The utensils in his grasp shake, then fall.

" Such acts are foul and beneath my station- " He nearly huffs with exertion. " I can't- My Lady... "

" Right, it's better when I do it, isn't it? " His Lady taunts, pausing her pumping to quickly stroke and squeeze around his tip, a motion which Belo's thighs flex over.

" It- It's right... It's my duty... "

His duty to receive all you gift upon him, be it pleasure or pain.

" It's right when I touch you like this? When I jerk you off so you aren't just walking around bricked all the time because I turn you on? "

Must you put it in such a way?

" Yes- Yes, my Lady. " He moans, quiet and dropping his head for a moment, shuddering as your pace becomes merciless. " ... Please. "

" Please? "

His eyes widen. Belo doesn't even know what he's saying. He's not supposed to beg you for anything, you owe him nothing. Every ounce of pleasure you offer him is a blessing on its own and he should not be greedy. Should not be gluttonous. You could stop right now and he would have no right to plead for more.

But he would fist his cock stupid to the memory. Probably while you're asleep.

That's the only time he can be... Filthy. Away from your holy presence.

" Beg me. "

Oh, how gracious you are.

Ever thoughtful, ever loving, giving your disgusting celestial permission to be just that. Belo does not hesitate.

" Please my Lady please make me cum. Your touch cleanses me, it -I have no right to request anything of you- But please don't stop, I'm so... "

Close.

Both sets of wings twitch and raise, Belo's body curving forward slightly. It's a small miracle he's not burning himself right now.

" You sound so pretty. " The angel's only response is to moan and throb. " Do you want to cum then? "

" Yes- Yes please, please- "

His hips have started moving in tandem with your pace. Belo doesn't even care to hide his desperation.

" Alright, make a mess. "

Sheer luck keeps Belo somewhat upright when his orgasm barrels through his body, raising every hair in its wake and making his abdomen tense so hard he almost doesn't have the breath to groan his gratitude- Slurred babbles of endless praise while rope after rope creates an unsightly, sticky stain on the apron.

The power can only pant and whine through the aftershocks, so very close to just melting onto you from the boneless pleasure that still has him twitching.

You unceremoniously wipe your hand on the fabric of the frilled garment he wears, then collect some of the ingredients onto a plate, turning back around as if nothing had transpired.

" Mmm smells good too, thanks for the meal. "

He sags against the counter like an overheated sack of potatoes, feeling his own seed coat the fur on his thighs.

The same love that always blooms for his Lady has him cooing quietly.

" I hope it's to your liking, my Lady... "

" How about you pay me back for my generosity, by learning what it feels like to be on the other end? "

" What are you implying?! "

You stare into his largest eye with complete nonchalance, flicking the toy forward.

" Oh you think it's easy-peasy to blow you? I put effort into it, cockatoo. "

" Do not-! "

" Effort I don't think you appreciate. So... If you wanna keep that mouth for a few more days I think you should be a little humble right now. "

" You are being disgusting right now- "

" Am I disgusting when I'm between your legs? "

Belo struggles. Really truly gags on his own convoluted thought process, the morals that have warped and shifted into a knotted tangle between what he knew in the age of gods and what he has learned now, in the reign of men. Pleasure is guilt and oral sex is depravity but ohhhh, he doesn't want to give that up now. He doesn't want to give you up no matter how much of a foul blaspheming witch you are.

You're not disgusting to him when you suck him down your throat, his eyes have always been a window to how much the power adores you, so much so that you'll always relish his turmoil. His unraveling, in moments like this. Finally, you spare him.

" Just one time, Belo, indulge me. "

He seems to shiver. Unfortunately for him again, you've also learned how expressive wings can be, even when he tries to mask reactions.

" I've been indulging you too much lately... " It's a grumble, but he gets on his knees anyway, eyeing the heavy phallic replica, and squinting at your openly perverse grin.

" Oh come ooon, we'll start slow! Just do what I do. "

And how interesting, he does seem to remember your patterns.

The face he makes when he flattens his tongue against the shaft of the toy is hilarious, sheer horniness allows you not to laugh and ruin the moment.

" Yeah, silicone. Odd, right? " He makes a slight face. " Don't worry, you don't taste like that. "

You can feel the way Belo's heating up when he finally decides to place his newfound lips around the head of the strap. He slides a small bit of its length into his mouth and... Freezes, it seems. Bobs aimlessly for a moment.

Two large eyes glance upwards in a silent plea for guidance that nearly drives you wild.

" Suck. Use tongue. You can take a little bit more. "

The funny part is you know he's not yet used to the mere sensation of sucking, let alone sucking around something so dirty.

The angel swallows a couple more inches, very few, before the first sounds of discomfort emerge. He makes quite the image like this, kneeled between your legs, mouth around your cock, struggling.

Wandering hands reach for the back of his halo, one finds steady purchase there, the other flirts around the span of his head wing, stroking it softly. You give the faintest pull downward.

The most dramatic squawk you've ever heard follows and Belo pulls back like a murder attempt transpired.

" You-!! "

" I'm just trying to encourage you. " It's such a shitty lie that you can't even hide the smirk, making the celestial bristle for a moment longer. " A few more inches won't hurt. After all, I'm smaller than you, and I can take you pretty well. Let's try again. "

There's something between shame and curiosity on his face, which is ironically a bit easier to read now that a mouth is present. He licks his slightly swollen lips and resumes, now familiar enough to use a hand to steady the girth of the toy he's not actively taking.

Eventually, miraculously, a rhythmn is established.

" Ooh, look at you, fast learner. I knew you'd get the hang of it. Pull back. "

The angel does, opening his mouth to reveal a string of hot drool connecting his inhuman tongue and the thoroughly drooled silicone cock. You're burning up just wishing you could feel it.

" Hot. You're so pretty when you do everything I say. "

The power grimaces. " What does this... Achieve for you, exactly? "

" Don't worry about it. Try more. "

Belo does, without much success. The choking is sudden, he almost seems to scare himself with the intensity his body reacts. A second attempt results in a louder rejection from his throat.

The borderline gross sounds he let out are making you near feverish. All you want right now is to grab that halo and fuck his face until he's coughing and retching around you. You suppose he can vomit, now that he's been eating. Not a very good idea. Yet.

" I can't- "

" Yes you can, just train a bit more, I've got time. "

The monster's eyes water on a third sloppy attempt to reach past the halfway mark, beautiful, near opalescent tears flowing freely the more he tries. Belo's wings flutter and shudder, and he has to peel back several times to gather his guts.

" H- How do you do this? " He damn near sobs, drool caking his chin.

" I know, right? "

Your fingers massage around the roots of his head wings lovingly, teasing him for his effort so far.

" Wait until your jaw starts complaining, sweetheart. "

Belo stares off for a flustered second, brought back by the sound of your mischievous laughter.

" Alright, continue when you want then. "

You lean back into the cushions, eyes lidded, savoring every nasty little sound he makes and burning images into the forefront of your brain.

You'll be the death of this poor bastard's dignity one day.

Santi is used to it and cuts ties cold turkey. A job is a job, have his dick for a night but his heart is exclusive. The incubus is threatening and easily prone to varying degrees of violence if met with persistence.

Patches is uncomfortable. This person ignites nothing in him, and there's a million other things he'd rather be doing than have this awkward encounter. The rejection is soft but his response to insistence is acquiring a new guinea pig.

Belo is quick and explicit to state boundaries. Being an angel means he's ready to chide and lecture this person as to why they're Wrong and Bad. Insistence is met with temporary curses.

Nebul completely ignores this person. His aura becomes stifling and they're silently made uncomfortable. Persistence is met with a headache so intense they might pass out.

Fank-e offers a simple "no". He will just start verbally, loudly doxing this person if they insist.

Sybastian is incredibly blunt. He's also just willing to straight out eat this person if they so much as stay near him afterwards.

The next thing he decided to busy himself with was tasting. Chewing, biting, swallowing- He'd made himself choke a few times as he figured out what was too much and too fast, a hilarious series of events. Flavors seemed very intense for the power, to such a degree that he would sometimes grimace before putting something in his mouth, as if the curiosity was too strong an urge even if he knew he was about to overstimulate himself.

But by far, the best part of this all was the punishment you patiently waited to give him.

He was like a statue when you pressed your lips against his. Every bit of fur raised when your tongue found his, some beaten noise barely vibrating past the barrier between you. One moment his lavender eyes had closed, the next he zipped away- Like you had whipped him.

Fiend, he called you. Unrepentant lustful animal.

It's funny.

You see him looking at your mouth a lot more often nowadays.

Like Belo wishes to hold that moment again, to explore what else a mouth can do.

He had tasted many flavors then, but yours might have been the sweetest of them all.

Part of him had wanted to caution you that touching him is beneath your status. That he didn't deserve it.

Hardly ever would those words manifest, because Belo simply couldn't stop himself from enjoying it. He'd hate himself if he said something that made you truly not touch him anymore.

He's always wondered why you did it.

There's no doubt you enjoy the feeling of his fur. He's memorized the way you like to lace your fingers on the tufts that warm his chest, the way you'll slide from the top of his wings to his arms, leaning onto him just so you can feel more of it. Belo often forgets he tends to lean during those encounters, chases after the hand that pets him, forgetting who he's meant to be and who he's in front of. There's no way to describe the way his heart hammers behind his ribcage, how his eyes will flicker everywhere and he tenses all over -Puffing out that fur you seem to love- before he's floating in his own Eden.

Do you like to touch Belo simply because he's, as you put it, "fluffy"? Do you enjoy touching him because you seek to reward him? Do you touch him because you think he should be the only one who gets to receive that privilege?

Selfishly, he silently wishes you'd touch him more. Many, unfortunately, were the times Belo would get distracted throughout the day, daydreaming of you running your hands all over him, unhindered by his outfit, feeling everything everywhere just because you could, because he's your angel and his body is also yours to keep, to order. The blood in his body would rush elsewhere and the celestial would curve to hide his own shame, even as it continued to throb and demand attention until he succumbed.

Pervertedly, Belo did such an experiment once. He dressed casually. It felt wrong, felt inappropriate to present in such a relaxed manner around the most important figure in his life... But you had expressed delight in his supposed drive to adapt a little bit more, so the guilt was ever so slightly lessened.

That day, there was hardly a limit to your boldness. He remembers you embracing him from behind, arms coming forward to squeeze at his chest and rubbing the soft clumps over his abdomen. The knee-length sports shorts he picked were pushed down slightly. Belo had done it on purpose, and it yielded results. You had, perhaps in distraction, perhaps knowingly, massaged the fur-dense spot right above his slit. The angel couldn't breathe in that moment, he feared he might even collapse if your digits wondered just a tiny bit further. He knew that he would react shamefully but the notion wasn't strong enough to make him prevent such.

He was ready to be punished, if it meant having this small guilty pleasure.

Your phone, that blasted electrical contraption that you love so dearly, rang so jarringly loud in that exact moment that Belo nearly yelped. Your hands were off his overheated body in a blink, and the interaction ceased there, with his Lady none the wiser to the state she left him in.

He could barely feel a shred of indignity for the way disappointment radiated off him in thick waves.

Belo hasn't had the courage to try that again, though it's more than safe to say the memory is engraved in the forefront of his mind.

It got him to... Think about you.

Your actions, your behavior around others.

It's not often you allow people into your sanctuary anymore. Belo insists that you shouldn't invite those beneath you into such close quarters. This ground is pure and protected for the sake of your well-being, to allow ignorant outsiders to disrespect and desecrate this location is an act of self-harm the power will simply not stand by!

Yet still, his Lady's word is final on a lot of matters. There is faith in some people, who you see as good and deserving of your holy presence. The celestial sees naught but lessers in delusion of your supposed "normalcy", but if you believe these individuals are somewhat excusable, then he'll try to see things through your eyes.

You've always tended to keep your distance from them. Not emotionally, physically. This was something Belo was initially quite relieved by, he didn't have to warn you not to put yourself in such unsightly positions. Just the thought made him itch in an unnatural way...

Now though, he wonders why, if you're aware of the distance you should keep from others, you still choose to touch him frequently? Belo is still beneath the honor of such, yet never once do you hold the hands of the people you invite, refuse their embraces, look uncomfortable at the slightest unintentional brush... In contrast, you appear to be greatly comforted by the sensation of his physique.

He freezes, mind running so wild with possibilities that the angel's fingers tremble.

You have clearly made a choice.

There's no one you'd ever like to touch, except Belo.

In your eyes, in your actions, in your mind, he's the only one worthy enough.

He's the only one who can reach your standards!

You only need contact from him.

Belo understands now.

He feels his chest tighten with delight, feels weightless for a second, the rush of euphoria clawing its way up his spine makes his wings flutter and he emits some sort of noise entirely undignified of his cast.

He remained in a state of barely concealed hysteria until you arrived home that day.

For once in his life, he commits something unthinkable.

" Welcome back, my Lady. "

He greets when you step through the door. Instead of standing by your side as he typically does, the angel crowds you, ruffled and tense. You don't get to answer before Belo summons the courage to reach out, to ghost his hands across your soft face and ever so gently, so carefully -like you'd shun him forever otherwise- embrace you in a comforting hug.

He feels as if he broke a thousand rules in one moment alone, but it was worth it.