#dragonsclaw

The clouds in the sky weren’t as thick as they usually were. Cobalt stared up at the stars, being such a rare sight in the city now. Even out of it. He sat on the hill he used to spend a lot of his time on, legs dangling off the eroded side as he flopped back against the grass. He figured that Damien would know how to find him if he was needed. He closed his eyes, the night breeze brushing against his face like a lover’s caress.

Cobalt didn’t even realize he had dozed off until he felt someone nudging him in the ribs, opening his eyes to see the familiar wolf-man standing above him with a perplexed look.

“Oh, hello, Damien,” Cobalt grumbled softly, sitting up and tilting his head at Damien.

“Hey, man, what are you doing here? You don’t come here very often anymore.”

“The stars are pretty, aren’t they? We rarely ever get to see them.”

“Well.. yeah, I guess so.. I’ve never found an interest in them myself, but I can see why you like them.”

“I’ve always liked the idea of a date under the stars, you know. Bonding with someone while the moonlight shines down on us. If only I had done this with Prism… maybe they wouldn’t have left me then…”

“You need to stop thinking about them, Cobalt,” Damien responded quickly, sitting down next to Cobalt and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “You’re with me now, aren’t you? I mean, I was under the impression that we were.. More than business partners, you know?”

“We are. I just… can’t help it sometimes. I mean, I spent 15 years with them… I can’t just forget about everything. Everything we had..”

“We can make more memories than that, Cobalt. And we have. I’ve known you my whole life, and I’ve always loved you more than anyone else.”

“You’re funny, Damien.”

“What, you don’t believe me?”

“No… nobody could love me more than mildly. Not anymore.”

“Then let me prove it to you. Let me show you how much I love you.” Damien pulled Cobalt closer, tilting his chin up before capturing his lips in a deep kiss. Cobalt tensed in surprise, before melting into the kiss, hand moving to cup Damien’s jaw, thumb brushing over his cheekbones.

Damien’s tail wagged as his other hand wandered lower, fingertips teasing just barely under Cobalt’s waistband, before creeping lower as the demon bucked his hips into the touch. His hand wrapped around Cobalt’s cock, stroking it gently as he slipped his tongue into his mouth. Cobalt groaned softly, rocking his hips ever so slightly as he pressed his chest against Damien’s. He pulled back, a small string of saliva connecting his and Damien’s lips.

“Point proven… I believe you now…”

“Do you really? Or are you just saying that because you don’t want to let me know how whiny you are?”

“Gods… why do you always know everything about me?”

“I know you better than anyone, Cobalt. I know you better than you know yourself.”

Cobalt flinched as Damien tightened his grip, leaning back and closing his eyes. Damien grinned, stroking him faster for a moment before pulling his hand away, listening to the high-pitched whine that forced itself from Cobalt’s throat with a chuckle. He stood up, undoing the buttons at the back of his waistband, before sliding his pants down his legs and discarding them to the side. He could feel Cobalt’s gaze on him, could feel his eyes tracing the scars on his thighs like fingertips. Then, Cobalt was standing, too. Damien closed his eyes as he felt Cobalt’s hands move up his sides, lifting his shirt. He inhaled sharply as Cobalt’s touch brushed against his ribs – painstakingly, irritatingly gentle, as they always were. When he finally came back to reality, his shirt was discarded next to his pants, and he was relatively exposed, aside from his boxers.

“Like what you see?” Damien rumbled teasingly, relishing in the way Cobalt’s eyes widened from embarrassment. No matter how much they did this, his reactions were always the same. It was adorable.

“Mhmm,” Cobalt responded simply, smiling sheepishly as if he could read Damien’s thoughts. He pulled him close again, planting a gentle, loving kiss to his lips. Damien’s stubble was scratchy against Cobalt’s face, but it’s not like either of them cared.

Damien tugged at Cobalt’s jacket, sliding it down his shoulders impatiently. There was always a noticeable contrast between the two. Damien was always rough and tumble, quick and merciless; while Cobalt was soft, gentle, and always made sure that Damien was okay. The other always gets on their nerves, but never in a bad way.

Eventually, they were both clad in only their boxers, hands exploring, fondling, and groping. At least they were both equally handsy with one another.

“I’m so much better than Prism, right, Cobalt?” Damien rasped, voice tinged with a hint of jealousy.

“So much better.”

“Good.”

Damien gripped one of Cobalt’s horns, yanking his head back. A moan ripped from the demon’s throat as he had to brace himself on Damien’s broad chest, exposing his neck obediently for the wolf-man to sink in his teeth. Damien took the invitation, canines gently grazing against the soft skin before piercing the flesh. He felt Cobalt’s tail coil around his thigh, constricting slightly as he pulled back from his neck.

“Do you always have to do that?” Cobalt breathed, only to be met with another sharp horn tug from Damien. “Mhn- okay, okay, m-message received.”

Damien released Cobalt’s horn, moving to hook his thumbs under Cobalt’s boxers, tugging them down eagerly and watching as his cock sprang free. He could feel the demon shy away, chuckling quietly. He had never met a demon as shy as Cobalt was – which wasn’t surprising, considering they were creatures of sin. He had always wondered how Cobalt had ended up the way he did, since he wasn’t exactly raised by polite folks. Damien was brought back from his thoughts by Cobalt sliding his boxers down his thighs, planting soft kisses on his shoulders and collarbones. He rumbled quietly, hands moving to rest on Cobalt’s hips. He pressed up against him, both of their cocks sandwiched between their bodies, rubbing up against the other. Damien felt Cobalt burrow against his shoulder, hips rolling into his lightly. He grinned, pulling Cobalt down to where he was straddling him.

“Augh– careful, mutt, my joints aren’t as good as they were…” Cobalt complained, but it seemed more like whining to whine than an actual issue.

“Okay, princess,” Damien retorted, instead pressing Cobalt down onto his back in the grass. He loomed over the demon, biting his lip slightly. “You’ve always looked so beautiful under me, Cobalt.”

He pressed his thumb against Cobalt’s bottom lip, heart racing as he anticipated the moment where he could finally bury himself balls-deep into him. He could tell that Cobalt was excited for that moment as well, judging by the way that his cock throbbed. Damien craned his neck to spit on his own length, watching as the saliva trickled down the sides. He stoked it lightly, making sure his spit coated his full shaft before pressing forwards lightly. Cobalt could take it with minimal lube– he had done it once and could do it again. He gripped the demon’s hips tightly, making sure his legs were hoisted over his shoulders.

“Is this comfortable?” Damien questioned, even though he knew it was.

His question was answered by a simple nod, Cobalt having turned his head to the side, but he was still watching Damien’s movements like a hawk. With the confirmation, Damien rocked his hips forward harshly, pushing into Cobalt’s ass with practiced ease. He let Cobalt get used to his length, seeing as he would always get all whiny if he didn’t. He kept his own gaze on Cobalt’s face, watching for every miniscule reaction from the smaller man. Cobalt gave him another quick nod, letting him know he could start moving.

Damien didn’t hesitate, leaning over Cobalt and starting to ruthlessly pound into him, one hand moving to press the side of his face into the dirt below them so hard that it would probably leave a bruise. Cobalt squeezed his eyes shut, trying to be as quiet as he could, seeing as anyone could wander up to the cliff and see them if he was too loud. That didn’t stop Damien from growling and huffing like a feral animal, however, as he ravaged Cobalt like he was a toy. Cobalt eventually opened his eyes again, catching a glimpse of the night sky above through Damien’s fingers, even though he was seeing stars from how hard the wolf-man was fucking him.

Damien’s cock slammed against a particularly good spot, causing Cobalt to arch his back and let out a mix between a cry and a strangled moan. He gave up on trying to be quiet, letting out squeals and whimpers with every thrust of Damien’s hips. He could barely think when Damien has his cock inside of him, let alone when he was pounding him like he hadn’t fucked anyone in over a year. He didn’t even realize he had come, thick ropes shooting onto his stomach, much to Damien’s satisfaction. He could almost sense the grin that made its way onto his face as he continued to rut into Cobalt even harder than before. It was too much. It was always too much; that was Damien’s specialty. Cobalt’s claws dug into his back, and he could feel the flesh start to split under them, could feel the wetness of Damien’s blood beading up at the surface. He hated hurting him, but he knew that Damien went wild every time.

The wolf-man then sunk his teeth into Cobalt’s shoulder, shoving his knot in as deep as he could as he flooded his insides. His hips bucked slightly, his jaw only clenching harder as Cobalt tried to squirm away. Damien eventually released Cobalt’s face, staring down at the red-purple mark with a sick admiration, as well as the blood that welled up from where he had bitten. He swiped his tongue over his teeth, tasting Cobalt’s blood as he sat up.

“Looks like we’re both stuck here for a bit, huh?” Damien joked, tilting his head to the side as he gave Cobalt his signature wolfish grin.

“Unfortunately, we are… fuck, my face hurts.” Cobalt gently rubbed the side of his face that was pressed into the dirt, wiping away the grime with a sigh. “Thanks, I really did need a reminder on why I don’t fuck you any place other than a bed.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad, is it?”

“Oh, as if you have any threshold on when something’s bad or not… stupid mutt.”

Damien growled and gripped Cobalt’s horn, eyes blazing with a not-so-playful anger. “Call me that again, I dare you.”

“Stupid. Mutt.”

Damien slapped Cobalt across the face, the sharp sound echoing throughout the area loudly. Cobalt sat, frozen for a moment, before his own hand went to hover over his cheek. Before he even had the time to fully process the slap, Damien forcefully tugged his knot out of his ass, way earlier than he should have. Cobalt winced, but he was used to Damien being careless about his wellbeing. Not like he needed him to worry about it anyways, he could take care of himself fine.

“...Sorry,” Damien muttered halfheartedly, rubbing the place where he had slapped Cobalt. He curled around the demon protectively, ear flicking as he wrapped his arms around Cobalt’s midsection. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I… you know how I get, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Cobalt replied quietly, closing his eyes and curling his tail over his own thighs. He could feel Damien licking at the bite marks he had left, trying to soothe the dull ache as best as he could.

“You’re gonna need an ice pack or two tomorrow, huh?” Damien questioned softly, nuzzling against Cobalt. His words were only met with a short nod, and he sighed loudly. He simply burrowed his face into the back of Cobalt’s head, nuzzling into him and planting a kiss on the back of his head. “Just let me know when you’re ready to let me take you home.”

The two laid there in silence for a while, until Cobalt slowly shuffled to his feet, beginning to put his clothes back on. Damien followed his lead, knowing that it was a pretty bad idea to break the silence, especially after what he had done. No words were exchanged between the two as Damien walked Cobalt home, offering an arm for him to lean on if he needed. He knew that Cobalt’s ass would probably be pretty sore after their… activities.