Page 51 of Hellfire & Tinsel
Beau moaned into the space between them, arms going around Kassel’s neck as he met his tongue with his own. Meanwhile, Kassel used the grip he still had on him to lift him up easily, nearly slipping out of him before lowering him again on his bulbous tip. He did it again. And again. The ridge catching him and making him shudder.
Beau broke the kiss and panted against Kassel’s cheek, eyes slipping closed as he was seduced with carnal movement until something inside him snapped.
His hands found and gripped Kassel’s horns. He rocked up and down, frenzied, wild.
He could hear Kassel’s grunts beneath him as Beau clenched tightly. He was a ball of pleasure. And it only took moments for that pleasure to build, wildfire rushing through his body and erupting through his untouched cock.
Kassel came too, painting his insides, filling him up to bursting. With his last conscious thought he kissed Kassel’s lips, rested his forehead against his, and felt eyes blinking against his skin.
And then he was gone.
He woke up clean, warm, and mostly comfortable, the dull ache radiating from his lower body telling him everything he needed to know. Darkness was thick around them and his breathing was the only sound in the silence.
But he wasn’t alone.
An arm was wrapped around his back under the covers, warmth radiating along the length of his body, a hot chest under his cheek. Beau’s body was thrumming and exhausted in the best possible way. He could feel Kassel all over him. Inside him. There were traces of him in bite marks on Beau’s chest and thighs, the scent of him branded into his pores.
It might have been Beau’s first time, but it had felt like a religious experience all the same. The thought was sealed with the church bells going off in the distance.
He glanced over to his bedside table and the digital clock there, barely able to make out the time.
12:01
It was Christmas.
And then he giggled because… church bells, when he was lying naked with a literal demon after being defiled within an inch of his life by said demon. He could barely believe his life.
He could feel many curious eyes on him.
“Merry Christmas, Kassel,” Beau whispered.
“Is it Christmas?” Kassel rumbled.
“It is. Can you hear the bells? It’s midnight.”
“Merry Christmas to you too,” Kassel repeated by rote, just to please him, clawed fingers sweeping up and down Beau’s back. Beau felt him lean down and brush his nose against the top of his head.
Casual affection. Mindless and free and for no other reason but to do it. It was what Beau craved beyond all else.
“The merriest yet,” Beau said, cuddling closer, kissing Kassel’s chest, wrapping his arm around his waist and hoping it would be enough to trap him in his bed forever.
“It is?” Kassel asked and something in his voice sounded different.
Hopeful, almost.
Beau lifted his head and found all of Kassel’s eyes trained at him, looking so gentle. Like he was the only thing that mattered in his eyes.
He’d never felt such pure happiness in all his life.
He felt something in his chest snap suddenly, making him startle.
He felt Kassel’s hand tighten on him like he’d felt it too, a ricochet passing between them and making Beau feel suddenly untethered, unaware he had been weighed down in the first place. And then he realized…
The summoning.
Dread filled him.
It had broken.
