Beel kissed him again, their mouths licking and sucking, teeth nibbling, grinding their hard cocks against each other. Beel thought they could probably come like this, rubbing on each other against the kitchen counter, but that wasn’t what he wanted.
He wanted to be closer to Jon. He wanted naked skin and intimacy and eye contact. He wanted to pleaseJon.
“What do you want? Tell me, love. Anything,” Beel panted against Jon’s lips, their hips still thrusting.
Jon didn’t answer; he seemed shy to ask for what he wanted, but Beel had patience.
“Hmmm? What would make you come apart? You want me to suck you? You want to suck each other? You want our naked bodies to grind up against each other? Do you want to fill me up and make me beg? Or do you want me to fill you up?” Beel murmured, trailing kisses along Jon’s neck between questions.
Jon moaned at each suggestion, but his hips jerked at the last, and Beel thought maybe they had a winner. He wanted to be sure, though.
“Is that it, love? You want me inside you? You want me to press my fingers into you, open you up, find that spot that will make you moan? Then slide my dick into you, hitting you in all the right places? You’ll squeeze me so tight, and I’ll be so hard inside you. We’ll be skin to skin, connected. I want to see your face when I come inside you,” he murmured.
“Shit. Fuck. Yes,” his precious petsitter said, and Jon’s mouth crashed against his.
Jon pushed him back and pulled Beel’s sweater off, and Beel did the same to Jon’s shirt. Yes, naked was definitely a plan he could get behind.
Somehow they were kissing and unbuckling each other’s pants and fumbling their way through the apartment, Jon leading the way and pulling him along. By the time they got to the bedroom door they were both naked, clothes strewn behind them across the apartment.
Beel had a moment of hesitation at the doorway, and he wasn’t even sure why (because he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly), but the lights were off and the aquarium was dark, and before he could think about redirecting them, Jon had pushed him onto the bed, pulled open a nightstand drawer, and thrown a condom and lube on the bed next to Beel’s hand. Then Jon was straddling him and kissinghim again, their hard cocks rubbing up against each other, both of them moaning.
“You wanna ride me, love?” Beel asked. “Fuck, you are so sexy.”
Jon blushed again, but he leaned forward, looking into Beel’s eyes. Beel held eye contact, reaching up to trace a hand across Jon’s face reverently.
“So beautiful, Jon. Hells, you make me feel so good,” Beel whispered.
Jon smiled, staring at him, and Beel felt… something. A moment of connection deeper than before. They stared at one another, their eyes locked, and Beel felt a pull in his chest toward Jon. His man was perfect. Beel had thought he was lucky to have found family, but apparently his luck knew no end, because Jon was everything.
He leaned up slightly, and Jon leaned down, and their mouths pressed together again, softly and sweetly, and Beel had a weird urge to cry at the depths of emotion he felt. Jon must have felt something too, because the kiss stayed gentle and soft.
“Need you inside me. Need to feel you,” Jon whispered, and it was all the encouragement Beel needed.
He grabbed the lube next to his hand as the kissing grew frantic again, but managing the bottle one handed kinda sucked, so he just demonically lubed up his finger, and then he was pulling Jon forward by his ass so he could reach around.
Jon moved up a bit, his dick leaving a wet smear up Beel’s stomach, and fuck if that wasn’t hot as all hells too. Jon was leaning down, and Beel reached up to suck on his shoulder as he pressed a finger into Jon’s tight heat. The moan Jon gave made him suck harder.
“Oh, fuck. Yes,” Jon ground out as Beel’s finger slid in deeper. Beel pressed around, finding the soft bundle of nerves and pressing against it, making Jon pant out, “More.”
Beel was happy to oblige. He slid his middle finger in too, feeling Jon stretch around him. Fuck. The little mewls and sounds coming out of Jon’s mouth were going to be his undoing. He suckedand bit gently at Jon’s skin, making Jon buck against his hand, and his own dick jerked in response.
Like Jon could read his mind, he said, “In me. Please. Need to feel you.”
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Beel murmured, but Jon was moving his body back, and Beel pulled his fingers out. He knew humans were particular about protection, although he was a demon and didn’t need it, but he didn’t want to do anything to upset Jon, so he demonically got himself into a condom and lubed up.
Jon’s hand was reaching against the comforter, and Beel told him, “I’m already slick and the condom is on. Ride me, love. I need to be inside you.”
“Fuck, yes,” Jon moaned, and he slid backwards. Beel held his cock up with one hand, watching Jon’s face intently, and Jon stared back at him as he lifted his hips, his hands on Beel’s chest, and managed to line up with Beel’s cock.
The first press inside made them both moan and pant, and Jon paused, the tip inside.
“Hells, you feel fucking amazing,” Beel said, reaching up with his other hand to press his palm against Jon’s face.
They stared into each other’s eyes, another moment passing between them, and then Jon slid the rest of the way down, his eyes fluttering closed as he took the rest of Beel’s cock.
“Jon, love, you feel so fucking good,” Beel murmured, and Jon opened his eyes to look at Beel again.
“Yes. God, yes,” Jon moaned out.
