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Loraine saw many oddities in her position as overnight manager of the Park and Forget, being such places tended to come with pre-planned spaces rented out and hers allowed drive ins... she was used to weird. To last minute stops, exhausted truckers pulling in just to get a safe nap in their truck without worrying of highway patrol or thieves.
What Loraine was not used to was whatever walked at her just then.
It was four in the morning. Loraine had not put a pot on. She was not prepared to deal with a devilish looking man in the world's saddest drag costume leading a bear in a harness to the tiny box she called an office.
She just wasn't.
But it's what was happening so she took a deep breath, opened her little window and made sure to keep well within it. There were words prepared.
The devil in drag beat her to it, gesturing to the bear, "Oh, this? The collar is for ownership, the harness control and trust me...you want him gagged."
"O...kay," Loraine drawled, clicking her tongue before asking, "Can I help you?"
He sighed, snuggled up close to the bear, who Loraine thought was wearing paradoxically too much and too little leather, and poured sugar into his voice, "I sure hope so, dear. See my pet here has a big scary truck just over there--" his pointing led her eyes to the outline of something resembling a truck-- "and we need somewhere to park it for...two months? Is that long enough, pet?" The bear nodded, showcasing the glistening drool dripping around his gag before the devil turned eyes back on Loraine. "Two months, if you could."
"Yeah," She said slow, steady, eyes on the drool. "W-we can...can do that. What kind of truck is it?"
"Massive semi truck," a hand shot out to wave at the other trucks visible beyond the gate, "Like all of those. I have no idea what make or model but I imagine you can figure that out." Snapping his fingers, but keeping eyes on Loraine, the devil spoke to his bear, "Your wallet, pet." Gruff grunts and thick hands produced a leather wallet from the back pocket of jeans and the devil kissed the hand before letting it go. "Good boy."
Loraine would remember running the card, would remember the name 'Bo Blom' on the card, would even recall some vague sounds made into a phone to call the only other person on the lot to park the truck with the others. But she would forget the rosy-skinned devil with the soft gray goatee and pink eyes, remembering him as a slender brunette man not guiding a much larger man with eyes too shining and red but merely standing with another man of features she couldn't quite place.
While Ignatius would be rushed to an area behind the lot, pressed against the chain link fence, with Bo tearing his gag off, cupping Iggy's cheek and digging fangs into his neck.
"You are a—a problem like this, aren't you?" He asked. He wanted to comment on the woman, on what Bo had clearly done to make her forget them, but the fangs were too sweet and...honestly...he hoped his blood would wash the witch's out.
No such luck.
"Turn around," Bo demanded, voice wet and hands rough.
Still holding the leash, Ignatius shook his head, "I don't think I will, but I will be keeping you in the harness and collar. Might raise fewer questions anyway. You can have the shirt though."
Shirt torn off a breath after, angry fangs were bitten into a nipple and Ignatius sighed, shifting to stand too tall for them to reach.
A height Bo swooned for, grabbing an annoyed and flicking tail. Hard. Which Ignatius moaned for before slapping and flipping his pet around to hold him where he couldn't touch. "That poison better wear off soon. I don't want to know what you'll do around Bile like this..."
Releasing wings earned a softer voice from the growling, snapping thing he held, "Crow...wings?"
"There's my sunset," Ignatius breathed, nuzzling beard into head.
While Bo considered apologies, trying to voice them, "I--"
"I love you too," came the cut, and another nuzzle, "but we need to go and I've never taken anyone with me before...so...I have no idea what will happen."
Consideration was made for the what but Ignatius had little choice as the sunset he held shone bright again, too bright, and he knew hounds would sniff it out soon enough. So he held tight to leash and harness, digging claws into tan skin, and flapped wide, gray wings. Aiming not down, but through somewhere to the left of it, somewhere through places no mortal things could travel... hoping his sunset did not count as mortal.
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//there be sex in this one...and it does get a little dirty//
Search interrupted a few miles later when the truck pulled to a stop and thick hands snatched his waist. A voice too salacious to be his sunset whispered after, through a sharp bite of his ear, "Is my hot little trap still pissed?"
"You need a gag, that blood's made you an asshole," Ignatius said it too calm, breathy for the hand teasing beneath the borrowed shirt.
Finding what he took as proof his rage was a show, Bo fed his other hand to his pretty devil's open mouth before he could argue. Purring as the one teasing gripped rough enough to earn a bite, "Mm, but you are made for me." Biting back, gently down neck to collar, he held jaw to keep fingers tight in teeth and rubbed firm along what ached for it, giggling at a lack of resistance—someone still searching the cupboard. "Desperate to be filled again despite the salt and fire." Soft moans kept his hand tight but slow, his other leaving teeth for the belt around Ignatius' borrowed shirt so he could slip teasing fingers up the stretched stomach and distracted chest. "Look how it turns you on when I'm dirty, when I'm rough." Emphasis came with hips slammed in close, a whispered, "And what you do to me, how hard you make me...you're my perfect fit."
"Who's going to gag you," it was a warning but he didn't get the gag to the mouth for the hands too strong to shake. And while he considered shifting, forcing the bright red ball into those sharp, filthy lips, he was stalled.
By them begging it, "How 'bout you shake off that skin instead and I'll choke myself quiet while making you scream?"
"...it is you in there, isn't?" Ignatius asked, hands allowing reprieve, allowing him to turn. Where he kept one of his own behind him on the counter and reached for the furry face grinning too wide and stupid. "Somewhere?"
"It's all me, Iggy," Bo promised, pulling him into a hug, hands sliding to grip too bare an ass. Squeezing hard and licking open lips as he continued, "Little bit of fish caught in my teeth forcing things sharper but I'm not doing anything I don't want to... or you don't."
That pulled Ignatius back, dodging more of that tongue and he glared into eyes so red. "So you want to mock me, degrade me, treat me like some toy?"
"That might be the blood, but it doesn't taste as mean as it should," came softer lips, ones allowed the kiss they aimed for, if not the tongue trying to slip through. "Filthy thing you are, I bet you like it anyway. Somewhere in there you're gobblin' up this dirty—"
Cut off by a gag, Bo didn't stop teasing, enjoying his pretty devil squirming as he tightened the straps and muted any further filth.
"No more talk," said devil tried, through the squirming, as he tried to shove away as fingers teased too low. "Alright, stop with the—" Shoving again, he sighed. "I'll play, I'll play, if you can play my pet and put these on." As the hands released him he snatched a harness, leash and collar from the same hiding place he found the gag. Putting a finger up when Bo made to grab them. "There are rules and you're getting this Iggy. I don't need you ripping my tail off." With no more hands trying to tease or snatch, Ignatius smiled and instructed, "Alright, pet, step back and take that shirt off...slowly."
Grinning around his gag, Bo nodded, stepped back and dutifully pulled his t-shirt off with far more care and flair than needed, tossing it to the bed after.
"Good boy," Ignatius teased, biting his lip for the swoon it earned. "Oh, we like that?" A nod answered and he set to fitting the harness on his sunset, slapping hands away. "No touching." When the collar was fitted and leash clipped to harness, he leaned back to admire all that tan skin and thick hair trapped in leather. "I see why you hid these...I may never want you take them off." The hands tried again to grab him and he tugged the leash. "As long as I hold this, you do as I say, pet."
Another swoon and Bo nodded.
Ignatius nibbled his lip, hopped on the counter—certain the leash was firm in his hand—and twirled a finger at his pet. "Now take those pants off, give me a show while you're at it...and we'll see if we can't get some of that filth out of your system."
Running fingers firm down his chest and around his stomach, Bo kept eyes on his little devil and popped the button of his jeans in one swift motion. Though he pulled them down with lurid speed, turning to offer his audience a wiggle of silky black boxers before he shook out of the jeans. Devouring the giggles for it, he hooked thumbs into the band of silk and gave a dramatic little shuffle left and right as he slipped them off.
Ignatius didn't see them come off, however, what he saw was a blur stealing him from the counter and pressing his back into the opposite one. There it stopped, on its knees in the shape of his sunset without the gag, hands too tight on his waist—lifting his borrowed shirt up nice and high.
"I didn't say you could remove that," Ignatius said through a soft gasp.
Kissed for it on his thigh, then stomach, as Bo asked low and sweet, "Don't want this good boy on his knees?"
"Well--" He did but didn't know if that was his good boy or if he might freak out and bite him where only Bo would enjoy it.
Bo who kissed what wanted him to lick, rubbing around waist to hold his pretty devil steady, keep him from fleeing. "Tell me what to do, doll...or should I call you master?"
"Don't—don't call me either," Ignatius tried to command, leash tight, eyes watching a collar he didn't need to put on his sunset but knew he wanted. Wondered if he still did, if he were being so patient and tender despite the blood because of it. "B-but do bring that cool tongue here."
Mouth open, tongue out, Bo looked up...expectant.
"If you're looking for filthy commands," Ignatius told the show, tugging its leash a little, "this isn't work and I'm not giving them. You just be a good boy and I promise to moan for you."
Rough fingers dug into hips, gripping around to scratch nails into ass cheeks as Bo gave his cool tongue, firm and salaciously slow before he forced him deep and rough into his throat.
And Ignatius moaned, setting fingers tight on a soft bald head, not shoving but holding as nails raked up his back into his shirt, leaving trails of beading, dripping blood as they scraped around to his chest to pinch for nipples. Rougher the throat, tighter the hold as that head bobbed too perfectly and his voice hitched for it, "Hell...has my pet been holding back?" Holding head and leash, he swayed for the scratches, the suckling so swift and deep, gasping too high and stretched before tapping scalp as warning of shivering release.
One savored, tasted before swallowed and Bo gave him no breath to argue about the spin and bend over the bed. A bend he mirrored, if a hand dug in a drawer during. Teasing not with slick fingers but slick chill, stiff and eager for him, while his hand reached for hair, massaging before yanking Ignatius back as his leash was yanked forward.
"What do you... think your doing?" Ignatius rasped, throat too taut for proper breaths.
Noticed, loosened enough to let him breathe so sweet and short, Bo slid higher if slower between cheeks presented so well for it. "You've got too great an ass, so hot and soft...be a crime not to take advantage." Rubbing himself between that heat faster, Bo swatted for the attempt to argue, laughing for the moan it earned. "Mm, I think someone wants a spanking."
"And I think someone needs his gag back," Ignatius snipped, pointedly not telling him to stop but wrapping leash around his hand as fingers dug into sheets for the promise of another swat.
Another offered, hard and sharp, earning a sweet moan for it and Bo chuckled. "No, I think you want to cut me off and play owner while I fuck you rough and dirty. So yank that leash, pretty devil, and order your pet to fuck you like you want me to."
Ignatius did, but his order was given too quietly.
Earning another swat and faster rhythm to what slid smooth and slick, teasing terribly as Bo near moaned through his words, "What?"
"Fuck me, pet," Ignatius demanded, voice rasping through the stretch of his neck, the harder grip of his hair.
Hair kept taut, Bo slid back and thrust stiff chill into tight heat. Pulling out enough to torture he laughed loud and mean for the yank of his leash to beg him back...but gave it. Near folding his pretty devil in half.Â
While Ignatius moaned ragged and loud, yanking harder and harder on the leash to keep his sunset close, praising through more commands, "Good boy, harder now...harder." Puffing repeated moans of "fuck" as hips popped to obey.
Cold and sweet and endless they popped and thrust and ever so slightly wiggled...
Spent already didn't register for the ecstasy, or the bliss as his sunset mirrored it, filling him so full he chilled more for the drip down his thighs.
But Bo wouldn't stop, stiff and eager in him still he released hair to offer more swats, rubbing and spanking until he'd bruised those soft browns purple. Chuckling for the moans he gripped hips to pull his pretty devil off the bed, guiding hands to the counter, laughing for the legs begging his—the hand tightening its grip on his leash.
And not a word against it.
"See, a perfect fit," he whispered close and sweet as he thrust rougher, faster, slamming Ignatius' face into cupboards. Burnt honey sang in veins so close, throbbing, but sense spiked in the seawater yet squirming in his and he bit his own lip instead.
While Ignatius screamed into the wood, pain blooming in forehead, cheek, wrists as he bent oddly on the counter, but his knees held to thighs, begging, "Yes...there, don't-don't stop."
Bo didn't, wouldn't, spanking sharp and cruel between each thrust until he burst, chill and ragged, moaning gruff in Ignatius' ear. Holding through it, nuzzling into neck and pressing ever-closer, he rubbed the bruises left before pulling out, hand firm to touch more...appreciating every bruise and scratch. Around and up he didn't tease but cupped his hand hard on what wasn't for a low gasp. "My pretty little devil all worn out?"
"Thoroughly," Ignatius breathed, wiggling for more rubs of his bruises. Bruises he knew would heal, if he wondered how the roughness would as he dripped back into himself and was allowed to touch the floor. To turn around.
To catch a smug face offering a kiss and a towel. "Then best clean yourself up, sweet cheeks, we've got places to be."
Ignatius had no words for that and decided Bo shouldn't have any either, snatching and shoving the gag back in his mouth to the sound of muffled delight. "You take that gag out again I'll get the cuffs. Now put your pants back on and follow me like the good boy I know you can be...pet."
Giggling, Bo caressed his little devil's angry face, from forehead to goatee, tugging for the soft swoon he knew he'd get, but he obeyed. Pants on too quick he watched Ignatius pull on his shirt, replacing belt and doing his best to make the black t-shirt look like a short dress... drooling ever so around his gag for how small he looked in it.
How vulnerable.
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Happy WBW! What type of weather is common in your world? What's your OCs' favorite types of weather?
ooh! Thank you for this one. <3
We'll use Hitch for this, specifically the Hells as that's where they're headed.
Common weather in Iggy's Circle is steaming heat. One might imagine humidity but it doesn't quite stick, it leaves all within it glistening and dewy but not wet or sticky. Even the heat of it is too hot but never hot enough to break a sweat. He's grown bored of it, the tease of it, especially after so long up top experiencing real weather.
Iggy likes rain...which a demon can only truly experience in the living plane of Earth. Some Circles have rain but it's not water and it's not pleasant. He likes the cool, some might say refreshing, rains of Earth. Even a downpour is a delight.
But his favorite is snow. Something not found in any measure in the Hells (there's ice but not snow). It's cold, it's fluffy, it can be shaped into things, or eaten...it can be balled up and tossed at someone.
Iggy loves snow. Maybe wouldn't want to live in it, but he'd never pass up a chance to play in it.
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It took convincing, and Bo reminding of hungry dragon dogs, but they managed to dress and get back to the cab. Where Ignatius was stalling, curled in the passenger seat, having just watched his sunset take too big a gulp of fetid black blood and unwilling to do the same.
"You have to drink it too," he was reminded by words and bottle gently shoved his way. "A sip is all."
Ignatius curled tighter, shaking his head, "You took more than a sip and blood isn't really my drink."
"You have to, Iggy, they can track you too right?" A soft grunt was all he got so he added, through chuckles, "Doesn't taste like blood, if that helps. More seawater...and pain."
"To you maybe. Speaking of--" Cut off with a bottle shoved into hands and lips shoved into lips.
Lips leaving a residue of saltwater and oil as Bo whispered, "You're burnt honey and a warmth I want to drown in."
Whimpering and begging another taste of lips, Ignatius took a sip of the oil wetting them and cringed as it dripped down his tongue. An icy spark spread as it did, in a sickening shiver...and took his clothes away. Chuckling, he readjusted on his seat. "Guess it works."
"Hope so..." Bo trailed, returning to his seat while tasting the seawater on his bottom lip too deeply, eyes stuck on every strip of soft brown skin no longer hiding.
Until Ignatius giggled for it, snapping fingers for attention. "You're staring."
"You're naked," He said too smooth, too low. "Are none of your clothes real?"
Shrugging, Ignatius shifted to allow more for those red eyes to stare at. "When they need to be, but it's not too big a deal... I'll be naked in the Hells anyway."
"Iggy, I--" Bo bit words back and held his seat tight. "You need to cover up."
Earning a lean forward and a salacious tone, "Sunset, whatever depraved desires are bubbling in that skull I promise I'd enjoy every one."
"You won't," Bo shot, unable yet to pull eyes away even as nails dug holes in the cushion of his seat. "I need to find a lot that'll let us park for an indefinite amount of time and I can't have you sitting there... like that." Slapping a hand to clamp the steering wheel, another to the stickshift—where it rubbed rough and hungry—he spoke tight, desperate, "Put on one of my shirts, at least."
"You're going to make me cover up all this?" Ignatius asked with a wiggle and spin, enjoying too much how his sunset struggled not to touch him.
Earning a bit lip and a groan, "Please."
"If it'll make you happy, sunset," he conceded as he disappeared into the sleeper.
While Bo breathed deep and long and got the truck started—eyeing the tarps and wondering if he could find a lot near a body shop.
"I hope you like your men in dresses," Ignatius taunted, digging in cupboards as everything jolted with the truck leaving the safety of dirt road and magic woods.
Laughing too sharp, Bo called back, "That hot ass of yours'd be tasty in anything."
Finding a T-shirt that looked more like a nightshirt on him, and a belt of black leather he was fairly certain wasn't for pants to cinch around his waist, Ignatius returned and presented himself, smirking as he asked, "How's this, still tasty?"
"Sweet and easy enough to bounce off my c—" Bo choked, swallowed, looked back at the dirt and trees he followed and tried again, "You look great."
A quick kiss to a twitching cheek and Ignatius plopped back into his seat, grinning for the words almost spoken. "That filthy mouth the blood talking?"
"Mostly," Bo admitted, eyes alert for an exit as thoughts questioned if Malcolm would even allow them to leave.
A question unspoken but shared the further through trunks lit by headlight alone they drove. The quiet should have been a comfort, as it so often was, but Ignatius found himself itching under the peripheral gaze of a twitchy sunset. One with a fang firmly in his lip, when it wasn't being licked by a slow, hungry tongue.
Rightly blaming the blood, he sighed and watched for openings onto the road they'd followed to reach the woods. An opening caught and turned onto not a breath later, easing his considerably.
More the lack of anyone waiting on it. "Well, I don't see any hounds, so, at least it's working." Reaching to tease an arm, freezing as its owner moaned for the touch, he curled back up and checked for his seatbelt, clicking it into place when found. "Let's hurry and get this is over with so we can get back to bed...chase the heat hiding under all your twitching."
"Mm, aren't you something," Bo cooed, hands caressing and gripping the wheel they held, gripping tighter for an absence of traffic despite how many highways he breezed through too quickly. Ignatius didn't say anything but stared, eyes narrow so Bo explained, "Half hour ago you were balls deep in me and you want more already...it's hot."
"The blood?" Ignatius assumed aloud.
Given a nod and small, "Mm-hmm."
"This'll be an exciting drive," he told the window.
But Bo answered, voice dropped to salacious speed, "Exciting would be that pretty little mouth wrapped around my fat c--" Grunting, he smacked the wheel and eyed Ignatius. "I may need a gag."
His response was bubbly laughter and a cooing tone, "Really want me over there?"
"No," he told the road. "Yes," he breathed. "Fuck!" He snapped.
Laughing again, Ignatius unbuckled his belt and spoke as he crawled carefully to Bo's feet, "Just drive, crazy, maybe lift the wheel a little."
Obeying, Bo made room under the steering wheel for the hands eager to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Ones slow and tender as they freed what ached from thin boxers and urged a low moan for the soft hand caressing, gripping, holding.
As Ignatius squeezed his head under the wheel to replace hand with tongue, teasing along all of his sunset he could reach. Drawing him past lips, slow and tight, earned a sweetly stuttered gasp. A gasp stretching to a moan for the steady bob of his head to earn it.
"You really were made for this, weren't you?" Bo breathed, losing the heat, the rhythm, and quickly grasping hair to shove himself harder into a mouth about to argue. "Oh no...no stopping now, not till you're nice and f-full." Growls vibrated along his skin and he moaned for them, forcing lips he imagined trying to scowl closer. "Anger only makes you tigh—ter," he warned through breathy laughter, careful to keep eyes open as he dodged traffic as if driving a much smaller vehicle. Moan near popping for sharp nails finding skin up his shirt, raking him bloody. "Fuck you're lucky I got nowhere to pull over or I'd plow that rage right out of you." Teeth glanced sensitive skin, sharp and hungry through the snap of his hips and shove of his hand to keep them glancing, that anger delectably sliding along him and he cooed, "Oh, yes, yes. Bite me, bite me ha--" Teeth broke skin and Bo screamed too quiet and pleased, swerving and shivering with it to the sounds of angry horns before laughing mean and low. "See? Made for this, made for me." Ignatius made to pull free and Bo tightened the grip in his hair, keeping lips and head still to fill his throat too full and wet. "Not yet, gotta take all of it, doll... don't want a mess."
Fighting an urge to spit directly in his face Ignatius swallowed instead... after he slapped the hand off his head, wriggled out from under the wheel and glared at who was not his sunset. Then he stormed into the sleeper. Without a single word.
"Aw, is my pretty little devil mad?" Bo taunted, adjusting jeans with eyes on the road for signs, finding one for overnight parking among them...if a few miles off. "All I did was tell the truth...that's what you like, ain't it?" No voice called back and he groaned, unable to voice the apology he gnawed on. "How 'bout I make it up when we park?"
Ignatius still said nothing, busy searching for a gag.
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"There were warnings, it won't make sense if it's not worse."
"Maybe it's not as bad because he actually cares about him and that's tempering the blood?"
"That is terrible cheese."
"So is the rest of the book."
...I am not making it worse. I may add more to it in order to show why it's not worse, and have Iggy point out it wasn't as bad as he expected, but I am not making it worse.
This mean brain can't have these two. They're sweet and fun and it's not ruining that.
His sunset shook ever so with dreams in the hotter arms—and new position—Ignatius had taken sometime during their nap, and as all that cool skin breathed so slow and low he could hardly feel or hear it, he held it closer. So much closer, coiling legs over legs and tail up to wrap stomach while arms held arms across his chest. How comfortable he was. He fit. He just... fit.
The nuzzle into a hairy cheek and crook of neck couldn't be helped, smiling for the sleeping coo Bo made, and Ignatius wanted more. Couldn't help that either. He had to hear that coo stretch into a sweet moan. But while he had no choice to be nude in his true form, he was hugging an awful lot of clothing.
Slipping his tail into tight leather pants, after some work picking at the belt, he stopped for a lack of resistance.
And a giggle. "Someone want breakfast?"
"I just want you," Pouted Ignatius, caressing the stomach under a shirt still so terribly on his sunset.
Which wasn't for much longer, as Bo wriggled and yanked and got it off for those oddly soft clawed fingers to have. Shoving into the hotter chest when he succeeded. "So you're not hungry?"
"Not as much as you tend to be," Ignatius purred, offering his wrist as he pulled Bo closer for the pants and boxers being shuffled out of.
Wrist kissed but not bitten, lips leading higher as those busy claws of Bo's pretty devil found what they searched for under the pillows. Giggling as it was handed to him. "I... can wait."
"If you want this," Ignatius teased, sliding what ached so sweet between his thighs for a delicious breath so sharp. "You'll have to stop lying."
Oils slick in his hands, Bo reached to rub what ached for them, accepting the wrist in his teeth--careful to dig fangs into scars not to make more.
Breath short, Ignatius kept to thighs as he returned the affection of his sunset's rough hands, proving he wasn't looking for a meal alone. Easing in and out of thighs doing their best to keep him tight between them he swooned for it, but more the meal of his veins.
Which stopped, with a wet voice begging, "Iggy..."
"What?" He purred, teasing ear with teeth.
Bo tried to wriggle up and slide the hard heat of his devil into him but arms too strong kept him where he was. Leaving him to pant, ever so, for a faster hand as tried again to get what he wanted, "Fuck me."
"Mm, such a dirty mouth," Ignatius taunted but he obeyed. Torturous in pace he slid from thighs, grabbed hips and gently pushed Bo higher on the bed.
Where his face was grabbed, an arm held, as soft breaths were given so deliciously for the salacious speed he fed into his sunset to fill him up and bring him close again.
Salacious it remained, slow and deep and close as he could keep. Moans quiet and stuttered they were syrup to his ears and he coiled ever tighter to offer kisses to neck and shoulders between each to ensure every slip of his sunset was covered in him.
While claws gripped stomach, wrist was offered again and his tail wrung more of those breaths, those moans, that delicious and endless desire so bright and cool and perfect.
Hips careful, if firm and snapped tight, they were agonizing in speed for the one begging so sweet, "F-faster..."
Obeying, Ignatius held tighter, hugging his sunset with desperate arms as he snapped his hips again and again, devouring the gruffer breaths and stuttered moans.
And he didn't want to stop, didn't want to let go. Didn't want the sweetness to end.
Didn't want to lose his sunset to the hells...
"I love you," spilled as he did, puffing rasped into a neck.
Returned soaked in reds for the extra bites, "I love you too." With an added nuzzle of head into horns for the spreading heat and quiet question, "did you--"
"Mm." Ignatius cut, hips close and still.
Hips wiggled against. "Before me?"
Words challenged by rougher hips and a tail tightening to wring him dry.
Bo's laughter shivered with him, muffled as it was after an embarrassed devil rolled him over and shoved his face in a pillow.
A face licked and kissed and held close despite it still laughing when allowed breath.
"...I don't want to lose this," Ignatius whimpered, closeness moist but desired as he slid free of him but pulled him to his lap. "Lose you."
Wriggling to turn, to straddle, Bo offered soft kisses and stern words, "I'm going."
"You're such a pain," Ignatius whined, burying earned laughter in his neck.
Laughter hitching with memory before Bo shoved free to hold hot arms and look up into softly glowing pink eyes. "The blood," he blurted without offering more.
But all Ignatius' heat cooled, ever so, as he became a decidedly smaller and less furry shape shoving to snuggle into Bo's lap. "Witchblood does shield most things from our demons, so if you're worried--"
"Yes, I'm worried, but not about it working." He had to shove him back, to see him or he'd relax with the warmth and disappear into sheets. "It...it changes me." Narrow eyes asked for more and he gave it, quietly, "Mal is all pain, possessive and hungry pain and with him in me... so am I."
"Well, I don't care for the wording," Ignatius dismissed before doing his best to reclaim the closeness, rubbing up chest to shoulders as he promised, "but there's nothing you could do to hurt me, sunset. Not really, and you'll still be you in here...right?"
"Somewhere, yes." Accepting what became a tight hug, Bo sighed into hair and added, "I love you."
"And I'll continue to love you," Ignatius whispered into his shoulder. "No matter what that vile blood turns you into."
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