Page 33 of Calling Chaos

Overall, it was more intimidating than what Cooper had been expecting. But what the fuck did he know about demon dicks? He guessed it was just a good thing he wasn’t the one giving head this time around.

“What do you think?” Chaos asked eagerly, lifting his cock higher, as if to give Cooper a better look.

“Um…” Cooper had to bite back a laugh. Nothing was even funny—he was just a nervous laugher sometimes. “Very nice.”

“Yes, I think so.” Chaos’s gaze dipped down, as if to confirm the niceness of his own dick, and then he was dropping to his knees again, and suddenly Cooper didn’t feel like laughing at all.

Chaos sat there for a long moment, just staring again, his breath hot against Cooper’s sensitive skin. He wasn’t making a move, but he also wasn’t asking for pointers, so Cooper didn’t give any. Instead, he gave in to an urge that had been bubbling within him and started petting those electric-blue strands of hair.

They were surprisingly thick and a little coarse. As Cooper brushed through them gently, his fingers ran over one of Chaos’s short, stubby horns. It was hard to the touch, like an antler. Warm though. Cooper rubbed his thumb over it, and Chaos pressed into the touch.

His ears were slightly furred at their pointed tips, Cooper realized, like the fur on his belly and tail.

What a strange creature to have come into Cooper’s life.

Maybe Chaos thought the same of him.

Cooper was so caught up in his exploration that he was taken by surprise at the feel of Chaos’s tongue dipping to his slit, licking up the precum that had gathered there. Cooper sucked in a strangled breath—Chaos’s tongue was rough and pointed again. Hot to the touch.

Chaos swirled it around Cooper’s tip, and Cooper shuddered, his lower belly tightening.

“Fuck,” he hissed when Chaos did it again, Cooper’s hands still caught in his hair.

Chaos started licking him in earnest then, slow but thorough. Along the sides of his cock, down at the base, only to come back up and slowly trace the folded ridges of his foreskin.

Cooper hardly breathed through it, this careful exploration. It should have been a miserable tease, but it had been so long since he’d been touched properly…

His legs were shaking in no time.

After he’d covered every bit of Cooper’s dick with his saliva, Chaos leaned back with a happy hum. “You taste nice. Salty.” Cooper could only nod, still barely breathing, and Chaos smiled at him. “I’m going to take you in my mouth now, and I’m going to watch my teeth.”

“Okay,” Cooper managed to say, nodding again. “Yes.”

“And you’ll keep petting my hair.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, and Cooper let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah, okay.”

In contrast to his exploratory licking, Chaos didn’t hesitate when it came to sucking Cooper down. He enveloped Cooper’s entire cock in his mouth, taking him in like he didn’t have a gag reflex. Maybe he didn’t—he didn’t eat; what need did he have for one? His mouth was almost unbearably hot, and Cooper gasped at the sensation, his thighs tensing and his toes curling. “F-Fuck.”

Chaos held him in his mouth, his tongue exploring again, and it took everything in Cooper to keep his hips still, to let Chaos run the show without any interference.

Chaos butted his head into Cooper’s hand, and Cooper realized he was slacking on his orders. He tried to focus, petting Chaos’s hair again.

And then Chaos started sucking, the tight, hot pressure almost painfully good. Cooper let out a weird, inhuman noise he’d never made before—half strangled moan, half plea. He couldn’t find his breath again, too busy choking on air as Chaos shoved his cock deeper before coming back up and doing it all over again.

Chaos hummed happily at Cooper’s frantic noises, and the vibrations from it did nothing to help Cooper’s composure. It had been barely any time at all, and Cooper’s balls were already drawn tight against him, his spine and face and ears too hot. He’d never been sucked like this. So fiercely. So mercilessly.

He tried to focus on his hands, on petting Chaos’s hair like the demon had demanded, but he kept forgetting, his mind going blank as Chaos sucked and bobbed.

He wasn’t prepared when Chaos popped off suddenly, the rush of cold hotel air on Cooper’s dick making him cry out.

Chaos grinned at him, sly and pleased. “Is that gentle enough, puppy?”

Cooper wouldn’t in any realm call what Chaos was doing to him “gentle,” but it wasn’t violent either, so he just nodded dumbly, taking panting gasps of air while he could.

Chaos gave him another sly, pleased look and then took him in his mouth again, peering up at Cooper now as he sucked him down.

Cooper could only stare back, his fingers clenching and unclenching in Chaos’s hair as his lower body tightened, something hot and almost frightening building in him. “Bracchus,” he moaned, either in supplication or warning. “I’m gonna—gonna—”

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