“If you kiss enough frogs, you really will find your prince,” Jon smirked.
Beel just groaned, and then they picked up their spoons and had some more brownies, talking about how they were going to tell Gabe and Az and what the future might hold. It was scary, yeah, but it was also kinda magical. Beel guessed Az was right after all—sometimes life could be a fairy tale.
Chapter
Nineteen
FAIRY TALES AND DEMON TAILS
They ended up back in the bedroom, of course. Eventually the kissing got more prevalent than the brownie eating, and Beel wasn’t even sure who ended up leading who because they were too busy kissing in between taking steps.
When they got to the bedroom, Jon flopped himself on the bed, blushed, and stared at Beel, who was standing at the end of the bed. Beel had every intention of getting the cock that was currently tenting Jon’s boxers into his mouth again. Beel slid off his own boxers and preened more than a little when Jon couldn’t take his eyes off Beel’s hard length.
He gave himself one long, slow stroke, squeezing the head a bit, and Jon groaned as a drop of precum appeared.
“You do this to me. So fucking sexy. I wanna suck you,” Beel demanded.
“Me first,” Jon murmured, sliding off the bed and kneeling in front of Beel.
By all the nine hells, when Jon’s mouth engulfed him in all that wet heat, Beel could barely keep from thrusting his hips in further.Jon looked up at him, and the sexy smirk on his face around Beel’s cock was almost his undoing.
“Oh demons, you are so fucking sexy. That is so good, love. Fuck,” Beel whimpered.
Jon went to work, licking and sucking and sliding his mouth up and down Beel’s dick, one hand working the shaft at the same time. Beel rested his hand on Jon’s head, and Jon groaned and nodded, so Beel gave his hair a little experimental tug. Jon’s eyes just about rolled back in his head and he moaned, lifting his other hand to hold onto Beel’s thigh. Jon nodded and moaned again, and Beel kept up a gentle pressure on his hair and started thrusting.
“Fuck, love. Your mouth is fucking amazing,” Beel ground out. Jon was moaning on his dick, and his tongue was moving as Beel thrust in and out, and Beel could feel himself building to an orgasm.
“Too good. Fuck, it’s too good,” Beel whined, pulling Jon’s mouth off of him. Jon pouted up at him, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide, his mouth wet and shiny.
“On the bed, love. I’m not ready to be done with you,” Beel demanded.
Jon slipped his boxers off and climbed onto the bed, and then he looked up at Beel shyly.
“What do you want, love?” Beel asked.
“Can I…” Jon hesitated, turning that adorable shade of pink that Beel was totally in love with.
That thought almost knocked Beel over, but he realized it was true. He did love Jon. He knew what love was from having a family with Gabe, and now even with Az (it kind of pained Beel to admit he loved the annoying demon, but he did). But they were family. What he felt for Jon was deeper and stronger. Maybe he was crazy, but he didn’t care; he just hoped Jon was as crazy as he was.
“Anything, love. You can have anything,” Beel promised.
“Will you show me your demon form? You said it’s mostly the same, and I just… I mean, it’s ok if you don’t want to,” Jon added.
But Beel was already transforming. He was nervous, but fuck it—if Jon didn’t mind that he was sometimes a blue and orange frog, he figured a tail and some horns weren’t going to freak the guy out.
Jon stared at him, licking his lips, and Beel let his tail snake forward to wrap around his own cock.
“Holy fucking fuck,” Jon whispered, watching with glazed eyes and his mouth open, breathing fast. Jon definitely liked the tail.
Beel chuckled. He crawled up the bed, working his way between Jon’s legs, and then he had the most perfect dick back in his mouth, and he let his tongue split and wrap around the head, sucking and licking and working Jon mercilessly.
“Fuck!” Jon cried out. “I can’t. You’re gonna make me come. Please, Beel, I need you inside me.”
Beel groaned in disappointment. He’d love to suck Jon off and taste his sweetness, but he wanted the closeness of being inside him even more. He slid up until their cocks were pressed together, rubbing against each other. They both groaned at the friction, and they kissed frantically, a messy clash of tongues and teeth and lips, but it didn’t matter. Beel wanted to be consumed by Jon. It all felt so good.
He slicked his tail, and as their hard dicks thrust against each other, Beel let his tail circle around Jon’s hole and lightly press inside.
Jon pulled his mouth away, gasping. “Ohmygod! Ohmygod, Beel, holy fuck, is that your tail? Oh god, yes, yes,” he cried as Beel let it slip further in.
