“It’s fine,” he said after a second, reaching up to cup Chan’s cheek. “Really. You know that’s not the only thing we can do. You could always use that talented tongue of yours,” he said with a giggle, watching with delight as Chan’s face went red. Hyunjin was convinced that Chan could win a Nobel prize for his pussy eating skills alone. 

“Actually well…” Chan started, looking off to the side. He scratched the back of his neck. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try and I dunno, I feel like this is a pretty good opportunity. I can still eat you out but–can I fuck your thighs first?”

The arousal that stirred in Hyunjin’s stomach followed by a throbbing between his legs was almost instant. He squeezed his thighs together and judging by the way Chan’s mouth twisted into a smirk, he noticed the reaction. “You like the sound of that?” Hyunjin scrunched up his face and shoved at Chan’s chest. 

“And? You’re the one that brought it up. Get off me so I can get in position.” Chan cackled as he scooted down the bed and Hyunjin turned over. He knew his face had to be bright red from how it was burning. He got onto his hands and knees and squeezed his thighs together. From this position Chan would be able to see just how wet Hyunjin was from the foreplay they had done earlier and the sudden influx of arousal from just the idea of Chan fucking his thighs. 

“Fuck, I’ll never get used to this sight. Can’t wait to taste you after this,” he said. He slipped a finger between Hyunjin’s folds and Hyunjin inhaled sharply at the contact. “You’re so wet for me, Jinnie.” 

Hyunjin huffed to mask a moan. Chan’s dirty talk always frustrated him because he wanted him to just get to it but he also simultaneously loved it too much. “You’re no better,” Hyunjin said back. “I could feel you dripping against my leg.” 

“And? You’re so sexy and gorgeous, how could I not be dripping for you, baby?” 

Hyunjin wanted to cringe but Chan knew exactly how much words of praise affected him. “Can you–Chan, please,” he said, the pulsing in his cunt already becoming too much. Chan slid his fingers over Hyunjin’s clit and he hissed. Fuck, why did Chan have to be such a tease. “Hyung.” 

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Chan said amusedly. “Let me grab the lube.” He got off the bed to go search for their lube that they kept mostly for the times Chan wanted Hyunjin to fuck him with his strap. 

He returned quickly and climbed back onto the bed behind Hyunjin, much to his relief. The click! of Chan uncapping the bottle of lube echoed through the room and Hyunjin shivered. He spread a decent amount over his cock and his breath hitched and even though it was such a slight sound it went straight to Hyunjin’s cunt. His walls clenched around nothing and he wished Chan could actually fill him tonight and fuck him properly. But any touch from Chan would be good. 

“Your thighs are so fucking pretty. I’ve always loved them so much,” Chan muttered, reaching out to squeeze the supple flesh beneath Hyunjin’s ass. His skin burned under Chan’s touch and he held back a whimper. “Squeeze your thighs together for me, yeah?” 

Hyunjin did as he was told and scooted his knees closer together so that his inner thighs pushed together. “Yeah, that’s it,” Chan said. Hyunjin could almost hear the pleased smile in his voice. 

He practically held his breath as he waited for Chan to touch him. As Chan’s hands made their way around his waist–a place he used to be so insecure about because of his stupid dysphoria before Chan showed him how much he loved it–a shiver went up his spine and goosebumps rose across his skin. The tip of Chan’s cock tapped against the little crevice between Hyunjin’s thighs and he felt the wetness of precum and lube smear around his skin. 

Chan’s cock finally slipped between Hyunjin’s clenched thighs and his breath hitched. “Shit, your thighs are so soft. Fucking perfect,” he groaned. He squeezed Hyunjin’s hips and his core ached. And the aching only increased when Chan began moving his hips, thrusting between Hyunjin’s thighs with as much enthusiasm as he did when fucking Hyunjin regularly. Knowing he was pleasuring Chan made warmth spread from his head to his toes in tingly waves. 

His legs began to tremble as Chan snapped his hips forward, the wet squelch of his lubed cock sliding between his thighs the only sound apart from Chan’s heavy breathing and low moans. His shaft rubbed over Hyunjin’s clit with every thrust and even the slight pressure had him moaning. His thighs were so sensitive too, and were usually the first place Chan went during foreplay. Just a few kisses had Hyunjin so riled up that he was dripping, soaking through his boxers. Having Chan fucking his dick between them seemed to be no different. Hyunjin could feel himself getting wetter and knew he was probably glistening. 

“Fuck this is–shittt,” Chan swore, his words getting cut off when Hyunjin clenched his thighs. “Knew this–this would be good. ‘M gonna come soon. Then I promise–promise I’ll make you feel so good, Jinnie. Gonna make you come on my fingers and mouth. You’d like that, yeah?” 

“Ahhh, hyung,” Hyunjin whimpered. He bit his bottom lip and his stomach flipped. He loved when Chan got talkative during sex. Half the time he would shut him up with a kiss but that was only because it got him so horny he could barely take it. “C-could probably come from just this,” he said. He’d always been sensitive, but ever since getting on testosterone his libido had gone up substantially and he’d gotten even more sensitive. And the way the tip of Chan’s cock hit his swollen clit with every snap of his hips was bringing him close embarrassingly fast. 

“Yeah?” Chan asked rhetorically. His voice came out strained, breathless. Hyunjin could tell he was close. 

“C-come on, hyung,” Hyunjin stuttered. “Pain my thighs with your cum. M-mark me.” 

Chan’s hips stuttered and he moaned. The grip he had on Hyunjin’s waist made his head spin. “Fuck,” he exclaimed. 

Hyunjin’s cunt clenched and he flexed his thighs so Chan would have a tighter hole. “Co-come on me Channie, please.” 

“Shit.” Hyunjin’s insides turned molten as Chan moaned and slipped his cock out from between his thighs so he could spill his cum all over the back of Hyunjin’s thighs and ass. Hyunjin whimpered at the feeling of his release coating his skin, and then Chan was flipping him over onto his back. “H-hyung, the bed,” he gasped. Heat twisted in his stomach at the act of strength. Fuck, he loved when Chan mandhandled him.

“We can wash the sheets. I wanna see your face when I look up at you,” he said. He grabbed Hyunjin’s thighs and spread them apart and then dropped his head down. Hyunjin choked on a moan when Chan flattened his tongue over his folds and dragged it over his hole to his clit. He sucked the swollen bud between his lips and Hyunjin’s legs jerked. 

“Nghhh, oh my gosh,” Hyunjin gasped. He tossed his head back into the sheets and writhed against the bed as Chan sucked on his clit and licked into his hole with vigor. 

“You’re fucking delicious,” Chan groaned, his words vibrating against Hyunjin’s sensitive skin. He flicked his tongue over his clit and his back arched off the bed. 

“O-ohh fu-uckk, Chan, Chan,” Hyunjin chanted. “I’m gonna–fuck–’m coming s-soon.” 

“Yeahh, come for me, wanna taste you.” Chan resumed his ministrations as soon as he was done talking, alternating between thrusting his tongue into Hyunjin’s hole and licking over his clit. Hyunjin’s abdomen tensed and he clenched desperately around Chan’s tongue whenever he licked into him. Pleasure zipped up his spine and he clenched his fists. 

“I-I’m coming, fuck,” he whimpered. His body went taut and his mouth fell open in a silent moan. He came so hard that clear liquid spilled out of him, coating Chan’s tongue. “Oh shit,” Hyunjin mumbled. Fuck, did he just squirt? 

Chan drank it up greedily, licking any of it off of him until Hyunjin grabbed his hair to stop him, too overstimulated to let him continue. When Chan sat up he immediately grabbed Hyunjin and pulled him into a deep kiss. Hyunjin didn’t even care that he could taste himself. 

“Holy shit,” Chan mumbled as he pulled away. “Can’t believe that got you to squirt. You hardly ever do that.” 

“I know,” Hyunjin breathed with a shaky laugh. “My thighs are just fucking sensitive. And I don’t know, it was hot…you’re hot. And your mouth is godly.” 

Chan laughed, leaning up to peck his lips. “And your thighs are godly.” He squeezed Hyunjin’s thigh and Hyunjin scrunched his nose. 

“Stop that,” he scolded. Chan chuckled again. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s take a bath now, yeah? Unless you wanna sit in both of our cum.” 

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Of course I’ll take a bath now.” He made grabby hands and smiled sweetly. “Carry me?” 

Felix set the summoning book he had bought from some shady guy on the internet on his bed, open to the page he wanted. The book listed countless summoning spells and for all kinds of different entities, but Felix had one in particular in mind. An incubus. To put it lightly, Felix was desperate. He lived in a small, rural area and went to a small university and the prospects there were little to none. No one knew how to fuck him the way he wanted to be fucked and he was so sexually frustrated he could cry. His friend Jisung had offered a helping hand, as bros of course, but Jisung was far more submissive than Felix was and the exact opposite of what he needed. Of course, Jisung probably didn’t mean for him to take it literally when he said that at this point he should summon an incubus to come help him, but Felix took it that way. 

He honestly didn’t fully believe it would work. If it didn’t work then no one had to know he had such a deep lapse in judgment and he could move on with his life, forever sexually frustrated. If it did work, he could possibly end up with the best fuck of his life and never be the same again. He could also end up accidentally selling his soul to the devil, but that was something for his future soul to worry about. And because of the parts of him that did not believe in this whole thing in the first place, he wasn’t all that worried. He really should have been more worried. 

He took a deep breath, double checking that everything in his summoning circle was set up correctly. His heart was racing and his palms were sweating and he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, but he wasn’t backing out. He was going to do this. 

Once he had everything set up, he picked up the book and began to read. The words sounded like gibberish and his voice wobbled as he spoke, sounding all too loud in the quiet room. His hands shook a little as his words echoed back to him, bouncing off the walls. The flames on the candles he had lit flickered and yet there was no wind. The closer he got to being done with the incantation, the more his heart raced and his stomach swooped with nervousness. He could feel something, something strong, like something was waiting for him behind an invisible wall that he was about to break. 

As soon as he reached the end of the spell there was…nothing. His room was just as quiet as it had been before he started speaking. The candles had stopped flickering, leaving Felix to wonder if it was just his imagination. 

He sighed and closed the book. “Bummer,” he muttered to himself. He knelt down to begin putting out the candles so that he could put everything away, but out of nowhere, a breeze swirled around him and blew all the candles out. He didn’t even have his window opened. 

He shivered and swallowed thickly, slowly moving to stand up. Goosebumps rose all over his arms and he held his breath, waiting. Then, the floor began to shake. “Shit–” he gasped, reaching out for something to grab as he stumbled backwards. His light began to flicker and the air in the room started to heat up. He began to sweat and he couldn’t tell if it was from the fear or from the heat in the room. A disembodied laugh followed the heat and Felix’s breathing picked up. He shouldn’t have done this. He should have known it would be a bad idea, it would be dangerous. He hoped his mom and Jisung knew he loved them. 

The laugh grew louder and Felix started backing up, preparing to run. Before he could move another muscle though, something invisible held him back and flames erupted from the middle of the circle he’d created. Tears sprung to his eyes as the flames grew higher, heating his skin. He was going to die. 

He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, willing himself to be strong. If he didn’t think, it would all be over soon. The earth would be rid of his stupidity and he would hopefully make it to the afterlife. But then the scalding heat of the fire was gone, and the room was cool again. 

But there was another presence. 

Felix felt a warm hand on his cheek and what felt like claws scraping along his skin. His heart thundered loudly against his chest. 

“Why do you look so scared, pretty? You did call for me, didn’t you?” 

Felix exhaled shakily and slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he did, he let out a gasp. The creature was mere inches away from his face and he was all parts beautiful and terrifying. His eyes were an inky black and they bored into his soul, swallowing him up. Black curly hair fell across his forehead and two blood-red horns jutted out from the top of his head, bending and curling at the ends. They were long and sharp and could probably kill a man in an instant. Kill him. 

Now that his eyes were open he could tell that what had felt like claws on his skin were claws. The skin on his hand went from a caramel tan to the same deep red that his horns were on his fingers which extended into sharp claws, like a lion’s. The creature was smiling at him too, and he had two sharp fangs that looked like they could tear into flesh like it was nothing. The mere sight sent chills of fear down Felix’s spine. 

“I…uhm,” Felix attempted, gulping. “W-what–who are you?” His voice sounded oddly airy and high for how deep it normally was. 

“You really summoned me without knowing that?” the creature asked, raising a condescending eyebrow at Felix. Felix’s hands clenched at his sides. “Well…I think it’s pretty obvious what I am. I’m a demon, if you haven’t guessed already,” he said, stroking Felix’s cheek with his clawed fingers. His stomach flipped, and it wasn’t from fear. “And I’ve been called many names over the centuries. But you can call me Chan.” His smile widened and Felix’s eyes were drawn to the dimples that formed on his cheeks, contrasting the rest of his terrifying appearance. 

“Chan,” Felix repeated with a meek nod. “I–so–” Felix wondered if the creature–demon–knew why he had called him in the first place. Because despite the fear rattling his bones and the anxiety twisting his stomach into knots, Felix was still oddly drawn to him. He had gorgeous tan skin and a body that looked like it had been sculpted by the ancient Greeks and oh–Felix just realized he was entirely naked. “Do you–do you know why I–why I asked you here?” 

Chan hummed, pulling back a bit as he thought. “No. Only you can know your intentions. So why do you want me here?” he asked, leaning in again. “Do you need revenge on someone? Protection? Was this just curiosity, maybe? Or foolishness.” He laughed and it twisted Felix’s insides deliciously. Oh he was so stupid. This was insane. He was insane. 

“None of those things, actually,” he said. His voice still quivered but he felt a little more confident. “I–I was attempting to summon an–an incubus,” he said. 

The demon’s eyebrows raised and his lips curved upwards into a smirk. “Oh…So that’s why.” He laughed again and shook his head. “Humans these days…so desperate we don’t even have to do any of the tempting.” 

Felix bit back an embarrassing whimper at that and his cheeks heated up. A demon–a fucking demon–was calling him desperate. If a creature of sin was telling him he was desperate then it must be true. And Felix would be lying if he said that didn’t make hot waves of arousal pool in his belly. 

He didn’t say anything as he watched Chan’s eyes roam over him, igniting his skin in flames hotter than the ones that had brought Chan there in the first place. “I was desperate,” he admitted, wetting his lips. “I couldn’t–I couldn’t find anyone who was good enough. I w-wasn’t satisfied,” he continued. “They were all too soft. Too gentle.” 

“Hm,” Chan hummed. The hand that was on Felix’s cheek slid down to cup the side of his neck. Felix’s pulse raced against his fingers. “And that made you desperate enough to summon a demon?” 

Felix swallowed and nodded quickly. Fuck it really did sound pathetic when it was said out loud. 

Chan looked over again, his black eyes scanning over his figure. He looked up again to meet Felix’s eyes. “Are you scared? You were shaking when I arrived.” 

He licked his lips. “Terrified,” he whispered. 

The grin the demon offered in response sent blood rushing to Felix’s cock and his legs shook. “Good,” he said lowly. “I wouldn’t be doing my job right if you weren’t scared.” He caressed Felix’s pulse point with his thumb. 

“And will you–” Felix took a deep breath to steady his voice. “Will you do what–what I summoned you for?” 

“Well I’m not an incubus,” Chan said, pursing his lips afterwards. Felix’s heart sank and then he felt the genuine feelings of fear returning because if he wasn’t here for that then– “But I’m never against indulging. Especially with a human as pretty as you…” 

Felix’s eyes widened. Chan smiled and put his other hand on Felix’s waist, digging his claws into his skin through his shirt. “You really should be one of the angels with how divine you look. Definitely not with a demon.” 

“Well looks can be deceiving,” Felix said with a sweet smile. “I might look pretty and innocent, but I really just want to get fucked.” And somehow the fact that this demon looked like he could tear him to pieces and take his soul only made the desire burn hotter. “Please. I called you here. I want it.” 

Chan’s eyes shifted in color slightly, a bit of a red glow burning underneath the black. It made Felix’s nerve endings tingle. “Are you sure you can handle that, pretty thing?” he asked. 

Felix bit his bottom lip and smiled. “Absolutely,” he said, even though his stomach swooped like it did when he was on a fair ride. He had gotten this far, he might as well continue. 

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” He grinned, and before Felix could even muster a response, he was gripping his long hair and tilting his head back. Felix’s scalp stung and tears sprung to his eyes almost immediately but shit it felt good. He hadn’t even had time to process that sensation before the demon’s mouth was on his, immediately kissing him passionate and messy. Felix moaned and his lips parted, allowing Chan full access to his mouth. His tongue ran along his lips and dipped into his mouth, connecting with Felix’s tongue. His fangs scraped his bottom lip and it stung and he was pretty sure there would be blood, but that only added to the intensity of the kiss. He ravaged Felix’s mouth like no one had before, pulling low, needy moans out of him. The sounds of their lips sliding together filled the room and Felix’s own moans bounced around the walls, only muffled by the demon’s hot lips on his. 

Eventually Chan did pull away and Felix gasped for air, his chest rising and falling. He wondered briefly if demons needed to breathe, but he didn’t have much time to ponder because suddenly Chan picked him up, the muscles in his arms bulging–and then he tossed him onto the bed. A gasp was punched out of Felix that turned into a moan and his cock twitched at the display of strength. If there were two things he loved they were muscles and manhandling. 

The demon crawled over him on the bed, completely caging him in. He knew that he was completely at his mercy. And to anyone else, the sight of the ink-eyed, horned creature looming above them would be terrifying, but to Felix it was erotic. This creature was terrifying and he loved it. 

“Humans are so fragile,” Chan said with a slight pout. “I’ll make sure not to totally break you though.” He gave Felix a cocky smirk and he wanted to cry. He wanted to beg yes, please, please break me, break me so that I can’t ever think of anything else, ruin me, but he held his tongue. 

“Let’s get these off you. I want to see what you’re hiding under these silly garments.” 

The demon didn’t even bother trying to pull Felix’s shirt over his head. He simply hooked his claws around the collar and tore it right off in one swift motion. Felix’s hips jerked and he outright moaned. “Fuck–I’ve always wanted someone to just tear my clothes off me,” he whimpered. 

“It’s so sad that everyone else was too weak,” Chan responded. He settled for just tugging Felix’s sweatpants off, and he tossed them aside along with the remains of Felix’s shirt. Felix hadn’t been wearing any underwear, so once the pants were gone, he was completely naked. Chan licked his lips as he looked over Felix’s body and he put his hands on his chest. “Mm so pretty. Truly abnormally pretty for a human…you really could be an angel. I’m glad you’re not though.” he scraped his claws down Felix’s torso, over his nipples and down the ridges of his abdomen. “If you were an angel I couldn’t be doing this right now.” 

“I’m glad I’m not then,” Felix said. “Now please fuck me, fuck me so hard it hurts.” 

Chan grinned and his dimples did nothing to take away from how hungry and downright sinister his grin was. “Oh I intend to. But one thing first. Call me Master.” 

Felix gulped and wet his lips. “Okay. Master.”

He chuckled softly and squeezed his side, his claws digging into his side. “Perfect.” He then moved between Felix’s knees and nudged them apart then brought two fingers to his lips. “Open.” 

Felix opened his mouth dutifully and the demon slipped his two fingers inside. Felix let out a muffled moan as Chan pressed down on his tongue and slid his fingers back. He gagged when his claws touched the back of his tongue the sensation only served to make the sparks of arousal in his stomach turn into burning flames. 

“Good boy,” Chan hummed, removing his fingers, a trail of spit connecting his fingertips. Felix stared ahead dazedly, his head already feeling fuzzy from the cocktail of emotions he’d felt in the last ten minutes and the feeling of his steadily hardening dick. 

Chan grinned, fangs poking out over his plump bottom lip, and he slipped his fingers between Felix’s asscheeks. Felix shuddered as the tips of his fingers circled his hole and for a moment anxiety twisted in his gut because oh fuck the claws. The demon seemed to notice the change and he merely smiled, black and red eyes flickering. “Don’t worry, pretty human, it won’t hurt,” he promised. Felix watched as the claws on the demon’s fingers disappeared, retracting back as if he were a cat. It made a wave of relief wash over him and he spread his thighs. 

“Please. Please open me up, master,” Felix whimpered, the pitch of his normally deep voice raising a few octaves. 

“Impatient,” Chan hummed. He circled his hole for a second before pushing the first spit-slicked finger past his rim. Felix arched his back and let out a moan. Chan’s hands were hot, and with just one finger he felt like a volcano was erupting inside of him. Heat traveled up his stomach, through his chest, up his throat, and it burned deliciously. 

“Ah ah–more,” Felix gasped, rolling his hips to pull Chan’s finger deeper. Despite the fact that he had only used spit for lube there was hardly any burn at all. Must be some sort of demon magic. 

Chan leaned down and scraped his fangs across Felix’s thigh as he inserted a second finger and began to scissor the tight ring of muscle. Felix shuddered at the feeling, the feeling of the possible threat–the demon, so much stronger than him, sharp teeth tickling his soft, sensitive skin. He felt lightheaded from it all. 

A litany of moans filled the air as Chan scissored his fingers in and out of him and when he pressed them against his prostate, he cried out. The heat of his skin made the touch so much more intense and he wanted more, more. “M-master, master, please,” Felix begged. 

“Such a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” Chan asked with a condescending coo. Felix licked his lips and looked up at the demon through hazy eyes. 

“Ye-yes,” he hiccupped. “‘M just desperate. Desperate to get fucked, master, please.” 

Sinful was definitely the correct way to describe this scene. Felix’s freckled skin was flushed all over and his cock was hard and leaking against his stomach. And he was begging a demon to fuck him and fill him up. 

“Fuck, I want to break you,” the demon groaned. He leaned between Felix’s spread thighs and opened his mouth and for a second Felix thought he was going to take his cock in his mouth, but instead he stuck his tongue out and let a drop of saliva fall down his crack. Felix moaned low in his throat at that and clutched the sheets. 

“Sh-shit,” he swore, hole clenching around Chan’s fingers. 

Chan smirked as he removed his fingers, only to use them to collect the saliva and push them back in with a third added to the mix. He began to fuck them in and out of him, rubbing against his prostate in a way that had him arching off the bed and moaning obscenely. It was probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Fuck. 

The demon’s tongue and teeth mapped out his body as he fingered him. Bite marks and dark purple bruises littered his skin like a painting. Some of them hurt, some stung, but it was so good. With every new bite Felix’s reddened cock twitched against his stomach. Chan was merciless with his touches. The sensations overwhelmed Felix’s senses, making his head spin and his limbs tingle. But he needed more. ‘S enough, can take it now, I can,” he whimpered as Chan pressed a fourth finger into his twitching hole. 

“Well I am quite eager to fuck you, angel,” Chan said with a smirk. Felix laughed dazedly at the irony of the nickname. There was nothing angelic about any of this, like the demon had already said earlier. 

Chan removed his fingers, leaving Felix’s hole gaping and clenching around nothing. He brought his hand to his own cock and the movement drew Felix’s eyes to it. And then he gasped. 

“Oh–fuck,” he muttered. He didn’t know why he hadn’t noticed before. Not only was his cock huge, it was covered in rows of rough ridges and bumps, unlike any cock Felix had ever seen. Then again, Chan wasn’t just some man. He was a demon. A monster. Fuck. “That’s–” 

“Oh?” Chan asked, tilting his head teasingly. “Does it scare you, pretty?” He gave his cock a few slow tugs and Felix gulped, shaking his head. 

“N-no, master,” he breathed. If anything, it made him even more eager. Shit, those bumps would drag along his walls and rub against his prostate and it would feel so good. So good. 

“Good,” the demon hummed. He jerked his cock a few more times before releasing it and suddenly he grabbed Felix by the hips and flipped him over in one motion. Felix let out a gasp followed by a whimper, unbelievably turned on by the simple action. 

“Nghh–master.” 

“Shush, pretty. Or I won’t fuck you at all,” Chan growled. He gripped Felix’s hips and pulled him back so that he was on his knees with his chest pressed to the mattress. His claws were back and they dug into the sensitive skin of his hips. 

Felix swallowed thickly and a groan rumbled in his chest when he felt the tip of Chan’s dick press against his hole. He nearly opened his mouth to ask for more but then Chan was pushing inside him. His mouth fell open and a loud moan was punched out of him as Chan pushed himself all the way in. The ridges of his thick cock caught on his rim and pushed against his walls but it didn't hurt, it felt good. 

"F-fuck, master, please move," he gasped pathetically. 

Chan's grip on his hips tightened and he began moving, giving Felix no time to adjust. He fucked him animalistically, his hips smacking against Felix's ass so hard he knew it would bruise in the morning. The bumps on his cock brushed against his prostate with every thrust and Felix's eyes rolled back. Heat furled in his stomach and he could already feel himself getting close pathetically fast.

"Hnn–ah, aahhh–f-fuck m-master, m-more, hard–nghhh–harder!" he whined, arching his back more for the demon to fuck him deeper. It felt like he could feel him in his guts. 

Chan picked up his thrusts, ramming into him so hard it punched the air out of him. "That good enough for ya, huh?" He gritted, digging his claws harder into Felix's hips. He didn't even sound breathless. 

"Yes, yes! Aahh," Felix moaned. Drool ran down his chin as he lost all care for how he acted, so close already. 

Chan continued fucking him just like that, pushing into him deep and hard, filling him up and stretching his walls better than anyone ever had before. His cock ached as it bounced against his stomach with each thrust, precum dripping down it. Each thrust had him twitching. It was too much, but exactly what he had been needing. 

"I'm almost–I'm gonna–" Felix sputtered after a few minutes, barely able to form coherent sentences. Chan pounded into him at an unnatural pace, one that left him reeling. He could never be fucked by someone else again. 

"Come for me then, pretty. Make a sinful little mess of yourself," Chan groaned. 

And just like that, Feliz was coming with a long drawn out moan, covering his stomach in cum. Chan continued fucking him through his orgasm, the drag of his cock making Felix tingle with overstimulation. He let him continue though, and after another moment he was filling him up with his cum, letting out a low growl as he did. 

Felix barely registered anything after that. One moment he was awake, being filled to the brim, the next he was out. And when he woke again, the demon was gone. The only evidence being the countless bite marks, hickeys, and scratches on his skin.