Death clutches me against his chest as I shake on top of him. I hold him just as close, wanting every inch of our bodies to touch. He kisses the side of my face and his hands are gentle as he strokes my hair and back, knowing I need a second.
His dick twitches inside of me, and I groan into his neck.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he says.
“Feeling’s mutual, reaper.”
Before I know it, he’s sliding out of me and pushing me on my back. He grins down and climbs on top, his legs balanced on each side of me.
“Push those pretty tits together, cupid,” he demands.
I nod and do as I’m told; he takes a minute to just stare down at my naked body, and I do the same. He’s a work of art, and with him on top of me like this, I feel so soft and small.
His cock is covered in a sheen of moisture from fucking me, and he uses that to push in between my breasts.
He moans, watching himself disappear in and out of my breasts pushed together and I know he won’t last long. I like having this power over him, knowing that we’re both endlessly attracted to one another and that it’s more than just physical.
I’m feeling like a menace as I speak, knowing it will send him over the edge.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
He falls apart on top of me, panting as he pulls out and strokes his cock so that rivulets of cum cover my chest. It’s warm and sticky in the best way as he wrings out every drop before looking down at the mess he’s made of me.
“Fuck, I wish I had one of those human phones. I understand the appeal now,” he says, just staring at my cum-covered chest. Sadly, no camera can take pictures of beings in the veil, and I suddenly wish they could as well.
His two fingers slide through his release as he rubs himself into my chest. As soon as he’s convinced he’s marked me enough, he slides the two fingers in my mouth, which I greedily suck down.
“You’re fucking perfect, Love.”
He collapses to the side of me, tugging my back against his chest and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.
“Bath?” he asks, and I nod, his cum drying on my tits is becoming slightly uncomfortable.
He hops off the bed and picks me up like I weigh nothing as he carries me to the bathroom. It’s no surprise that the space is dark: black and gray marble fills the space, and he sits me on the lip of the tub as he runs the water.
“I don’t have anything to put in it,” he says with disapproval. “I’ll get some of that girly shit next time I’m out.”
I bite my lip and nod, liking that he wants to go out of his way to do things for me. I’ll never turn down being spoiled, especially if he wants to be called Daddy, then he needs to live up to the name.
The water fills, and he climbs in first, holding a hand out to me, and I follow. My back is pressed against his chest as the warm water washes against my achy body.
Death kisses my shoulder softly as we just relax in silence.
“We live in different realms,” I say suddenly.
“We’ll make it work, take turns staying at one another’s places. I’ll reach out and see if there’s any way to portal directly to each other’s realms. If not, we can just have a mutual meeting place every night.”
I smile at his thoughtfulness, but I’m truly not tied to Cupidale if I’m being honest. Besides Amore, there isn’t much waiting for me, and we’re partnered up often for assignments. I’ll see her all the time.
“Or I could stay here. I don’t get summoned like you do. I just have quotas. But your room needs a lot of work,” I say.
Death stiffens behind me for a moment before his arms tighten.
“You’d really live here with me?”
“Assuming I can redecorate, then yes.”
“Baby, you can do whatever you want,” he whispers, and I sink deeper into the water.
