Luc snaked an arm around his waist and pulled him basically on top of his hard body. Oren gasped, wondering if the moment wasn’t quite as lost as he’d thought, but Luc didn’t do anything else. He simply sighed, his chest heaving Oren up and down, and relaxed into the mattress, seemingly to sleep.
Oren wiggled a little to find a good spot, settling his head in the large dip of Luc’s clavicle and curling his arms and legs against him. It was devastatingly comfortable. One leathery wing wrapped around his waist, and Oren found his eyelids beginning to droop. The insane craving he’d felt for Luc all day drained away, and all he felt was safe. Protected by the devil himself.
He drifted off feeling a hand petting his hair.
5
Luc
The devil never sleeps.
Wasn’t that something humans said to justify their shitty behaviors and the stupid things that happened to them because of those behaviors? As if him sleeping or not had anything to do with them making crappy decisions over and over again. He could be dead, and they’d still be messing things up left, right, and center. Sadly for them, he was very much alive, very much awake, and very much certain that his attempts at ignoring his current predicament weren’t working in the slightest.
His ‘predicament’ being a tiny, warm, squirmy human sleeping soundly buried in his arms and wrapped in his wings. That he had pulled that predicament closer and snuggled with it was neither here nor there. He had been tired, Oren had been tempting, and as the devil he wasn’t used to telling himself no when he wanted something.
Temptation tasted delicious, after all.
Luc observed the human as he slept, unable to tear his eyes away. He wasn’t sure why he was reacting like this. He’d seen countless humans. Some were attractive. A lot of them were downright beautiful.
Oren… was something else completely.
He made Luc’s insides burn with a desire he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Sex was easy to find in Hell. All of his demons were more than open to playing around with whoever and never made more of a fuss about it than needed. So why was the sight of this pastel-clad, miniature human being making Luc feel like he’d never touched another person? His skin was prickling in all the places they were touching, and he felt a tingle he hadn’t felt in eons at the base of his horns that was driving him insane.
Unable to help himself, he ran his tail up and down Oren’s back, desperate to touch as much of him as he could without having to move his arms from around his body. Oren wiggled and let out a soft sigh when the tip of it slipped under his pajama shirt, trailing over naked skin. Soft, warm, and so gorgeously pink compared to Luc’s dark red.
Luc’s cock was hard and heavy between his legs by this point, aching for some contact. All reasoning about why he should hold back had vanished overnight. He pulled Oren closer, and the human went willingly, diving headfirst into Luc’s chest and gluing his body against Luc’s front.
Luc’s lips stretched into a smirk when he felt a bulge between Oren’s legs.
He was so delectably small compared to Luc. He wondered how they’d fit together. Would the weight of Luc on top of him be too much, or would he like the strain of it? Would he want to be on top, straddling him, hands tied behind his back?
Would he allow just his cock inside his body, or were other parts of Luc fair game as well? Which one of his toys would Orenlike best? The way his eyes had been moving over everything in his closet yesterday, Luc had some rough ideas of where to start.
Oren stirred in his arms while Luc was planning every debaucherous thing he wanted to do to him, twitching, then stretching like a kitten against his chest and bringing Luc’s wandering thoughts crawling back. He looked down and found Oren blinking up at him, green eyes hazy but bright without the obstruction of his glasses. A small, sleepy smile was already pulling at his lips, like he was happy to see Luc and not disturbed in the slightest to be waking up clinging to the literal devil.
“Morning,” Oren mumbled shyly, his voice a little slurred.
Luc chuckled, doing his best to shift his hips away from Oren for politeness’s sake. It wouldn’t do to jab him with it straight away. He had more class than that. “Morning.”
Oren blinked as he got his bearings, squinting and trying to see around the still-dark room. “Isit morning?”
Luc shrugged, reaching over and creating a spark between two claws. Luc sent the flame to the candles and sconces in the room easily—manipulating fire was like a party trick at this point. In the end the room was lit up with a cozy orange glow.
Luc nodded, satisfied, and glanced down at a slack-jawed Oren. He smothered a smirk. “It can be whatever you want, hon.”
Time didn’t really matter in Hell, but Oren was new.
“Oh.” Oren closed his gaping mouth and bit his lip.
He inched a little closer, and Luc might not have noticed if he hadn’t already been hyperaware of every part of him. He fought the urge to drag Oren on top of him, instead settling back down on the bed and folding his arms behind his head, basking in the lazy heat and letting the little human creep to his heart’s content.
He wanted to see how far he could push Oren—yes fucking please—but there was also the enticement of sitting back and seeing how far Oren was willing to go on his own.
“Wait…” Oren said suddenly, turning his head almost completely around to try and get a look at his back. “Both your arms are there, so what’s…?”
“My tail,” Luc said, laying it down the length of Oren’s spine, thick and hot.
Oren snapped his head back around, blushing red with his pupils dilating. “It can do that?”
