Cass hiked his leg up a bit higher, and somehow he was going even deeper and even faster, and Kushiel grabbed onto his arms, his hands digging in.
“Cassius!” he cried out.
“Yes, K. So beautiful. So perfect. I wanna see that pretty cock come while your ass squeezes me tight and makes me feel so good,” Cass whispered.
Kushiel couldn’t hold back. He was crying out, his cum painting both their stomachs, and then he could feel Cassius coming inside him at the same moment, and it was like their pleasure looped back to each other, their orgasms an eternity of bliss.
Eventually, they were lying together, arms wrapped around one another, and somehow Cass was next to him and not ontop of him. Kushiel wasn’t even sure when or how that had happened.
He waved a finger, because that felt like about all he could move, and he cleaned up the cum spattered across their chests. He heard Cass chuckle, and then his human reached down and gently pressed a finger into Kushiel’s hole, making him blush.
“Didn’t want to clean that up?” Cass asked.
“I like feeling your cum inside me,” Kushiel admitted.
He would clean it up eventually, but for now he liked the lingering feeling of being filled up by Cass. He felt self-conscious for a moment, but then Cass whispered, “So sexy,” and Kushiel relaxed, not even realizing he had tensed his muscles.
They lay together like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, relaxing and dozing a little, until eventually they heard sounds coming from the kitchen. Cass groaned, except it wasn’t the sexy kind of groan this time.
“Go away!” he hollered, making sure to turn away so Kushiel didn’t get an earful.
“I’ve been waiting forages, for goodness sake. I will not go away. You two get dressed and get out here,” Aunt Ro hollered back.
Cass groaned again, but Kushiel chuckled.
“She’s going to want all the details. She’s going to be insufferable until she has them. And apparently she’s been keeping the ghosts off my back, so before long I’ll probably have my hands full with helping out random spirits,” Cass complained.
“And running a coffee shop,” Kushiel added, leaning over to kiss Cass before climbing out of bed. “But that’s what I’m here for, soulmate. To help with random ghosts and coffee and anything else.”
“Let’s go, lovebirds!” Aunt Ro yelled out again.
Kushiel smiled. “Even to help with nosy family members,” he joked, pulling pants on.
“I heard that, young man!” Aunt Ro called out.
“She does realize I’m not young, and I’m not technically a man,” Kushiel murmured to Cass.
“You explain that to her. See how that goes,” Cass joked, climbing out of bed and throwing on some clothes. “Hey! You don’t have your scarf on! And you still hear Aunt Ro!”
“It must be the soulmate bond,” Kushiel mused, looking at his scarf, which was laying discarded on the floor where he’d left it.
“Are you ready for this?” Cass asked, motioning towards the door.
Kushiel knew he meant far more than just meeting Aunt Ro. Kushiel had lost a part of his purpose in hell, but he had gained a new purpose, a new family, and a soulmate in the bargain.
“With you by my side, I’m ready for anything,” Kushiel answered, taking Cass’s hand in his as they left the bedroom.
Epilogue
Yah looked over at Luce, who was staring patiently back at him. Yah merely raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, my love, I know. It was a rather unconventional method of getting those two soulmates together,” Luce admitted. “But it did accomplish quite a few of our goals all at once.”
Yah continued to stare at Luce, but the cheeky devil only chuckled in response. He slid his chair closer, so close that they were almost touching.
Almost, but not quite.
Yad to admit, at least to themselves, that Luce’s method had accomplished quite a bit. It had thrown the soulmates together, it had cleaned up a bit of universal disorder in the underworld, and it had effectively dealt with the souls who might be redeemable.
