“No the fuck you’re not.” he crosses his arms, giving me an adorable glare.
“If you were inside your body right now, I’d be able to smell the arousal coming off you in waves.” I grin, then frown. “Unfortunately, all I can smell is urine."
His cheeks go bright red. “You’re acting like I had a choice in what I smell like.” he argues. “I didn’t ask to slip and fall in my own piss.”
“That may be so, but it doesn’t change the facts. Lay down on your body.” I order.
“What?” he splutters. “Why?”
“Because.” I growl. “I need to reattach your soul to your body. Then you need to go take a damn shower.”
Onyx looks like he wants to muder me, fury and embarrassment in his eyes as he mutters to himself about the stupid grim reaper and stupid deals. “I should have just let the cancer kill me.”
“Enough of your pity party.” I push him backwards.
He shouts, falling backwards. As soon as his soul connects with his body, he jolts up into a seated position with a gasp.
“What was that?” he asks, blinking at me with wide eyes.
“You really are a slow one.” I roll my eyes. “You are now in solid form again.”
“So, I’m back?” he grins, patting up his body, wincing when he touches his wet clothes. He brings his hand to his nose and sniffs before gagging. “Dear god.”
“Tell me about it.” I mutter. “You really should go shower. This is no way to start our forever together.”
“You’re rude, you know that?” he huffs out. “Have a little human decency, why don’t you?”
“Seeing how I’m not a human, it doesn’t apply to me.” I point towards a door. “Bathroom is through there.”
“Just my luck to be dragged to Hell by an asshole.” he huffs, getting to his feet and walking over to the door.
“Ungrateful human.” I growl, grabbing the blanket on top of the bed and yanking it off. Storming over to the door, I open it and toss it out into the hall for someone else to deal with.
I’m going to have to remember to burn his clothes too.
The sound of the shower starts. I give him a few minutes to clean up before I make my way into the bathroom.
Just as I’m opening the door, the sounds of a lusty moan meets my ears, making me pause.
The scent of his arousal packs a punch, hitting me right in the dick. I go solid as a rock, a low rumbling growl leaving my lips.
Stepping in further, I find him standing under the shower spray, hand on the wall, head lowered, eyes closed. My eyes drop to where his hand is wrapped around his cock.
His muscles are pulled tight, chest heaving as he pleasures himself.
What has got my little human all worked up? Is it me? I bet it’s me.
I watch him, my hunger for him growing with each passing second. Undoing my pants, I let my cock fall free. I wrap my hand around my thick, heavy girth, giving it a few strokes, making me moan.
Onyx’s eyes snap open, head starting my way. His eyes widen, surprised to see me, aware that he’s been caught, his hand slowing. But when his eyes drop to where I’m stroking myself under my clothes, his pupils dilate, arousal mixing with the steam.
My nostrils flare, balls throbbing with the need for release.
“Keep going.” I command.
He shudders, a soft whimper leaving his lips. Seeming to be unable to deny me, he starts to move his hand again.
I’m torn between watching the needy look on his face and watching his hand work over that glorious cock.
