Page 27 of Hellfire & Tinsel
Kassel looked out the window to his left and saw that the twins were now playing hot potato with Mrs. Knolly, her red dressing gown trailing her through the air like a ribbon. Oren and Zorun were chasing them all over the backyards that were only separated by a low fence, trying to corral the demonic pair.
It seemed like Oren was trying to bribe them with treats while Zorun was straight-up trying to tackle them, only for them to slip through his grasp time and again.
It was mildly entertaining.
“She really is screaming a lot more than usual,” Beau said, trying to crane his neck around to see the window.
Kassel blocked the way with his shoulder. He knew the others had most likely made themselves invisible to Beau, but there would be no explanation for why Mrs. Knolly was floating through thin air without hitting the ground, and he seemed to be upset by violence.
“Does she scream often?” Kassel asked.
Beau was easily distracted from his goal, going back to his mixing. “Yeah. The police have been called a few times over noise complaints, but they’ve stopped bothering half the time now. She’s just eccentric, I say. She’s a good person deep down.”
Kassel glanced over at Mrs. Knolly, whose soul reeked of evil even from this far away. The twins had sniffed it out and followed it straight to the source, and were having their fun before her soul got sent to Hell. He looked back down at Beau, whose soul was pristine and angelic, almost too bright to stare straight at, who looked at evil incarnate and thought the best of them.
He really was too good. Even for Heaven.
Beau asked Kassel to grab the sugar, unaware of his thoughts, only remembering that claws shredded paper when the shifting grains poured out all over the counter to join the remnants of the failed flour fight. Beau just laughed.
The dough didn’t take long after that, and pretty soon Beau was rolling it out and pulling his fifty cookie cutters close.
“What shape do you like?”
Kassel frowned at the overly bright and happy options until he spotted a small red cutter with horns. He picked it up between two claw tips. “I like this one.”
“That’s for Halloween, silly, not Christmas,” Beau said with a laugh. “Why don’t you choose this reindeer? See? He’s sooo cute!”
Kassel’s lip curled in disgust, but he dropped the devil cutter and plucked the reindeer from the middle of Beau’s palm with a sigh of defeat. Beau’s happy cheer made it slightly less atrocious.
Beau took his hand between his soft ones. “Okay, now put the sharper side down and press… gently…”
Beau laid his hand flat on top of Kassel’s, stretching out his fingers as far as they would go and not even reaching Kassel’s second knuckle. Kassel didn’t put any pressure on, allowing Beau to manipulate his hand entirely and apply it for him, tiny fingers shifting over the tight skin and knuckles. Pretty pink skin against purple.
It was ticklish, sending small zings through his nerve endings.
Beau lingered, probably longer than was required for cutting out a cookie shape. Kassel didn’t say anything, allowing Beau to explore his hand, enjoying the sensations it evoked.
Strangely, a weird tension began to build the longer Beau took. Kassel’s fingers began to twitch, feeling stimulated and hypersensitive to every brush of skin, anticipating the next one as a groan began to build in his chest.
Beau began to grow a little bolder, applying more pressure and eventually his fingers slipped between Kassel’s and into the squishy dough underneath.
It was almost obscene.
Beau made a small sound in the back of his throat.
Everything was sticky and messy as Beau made a small undulation, pulling his fingers out and pressing them back in. Kassel found himself catching Beau’s fingertips between his, curling them under and back into the mess as his palm pressed tightly to the back of Kassel’s hand.
Beau gasped as he rolled their hands together and Kassel shifted closer, pressing Beau tighter between his body and the counter, feeling his dick get hard against the small of Beau’s back.
Beau’s head fell back onto his shoulder as their hands separated in the stickiness and pressed back together again, palm to palm this time.
Kassel had to fight the urge to thrust. The hand on Beau’s hips slipped up under Beau’s top by accident, hitting bare skin.
Beau sucked in a sharp breath that ended on a whimper that was pure plea.
“Beau?” he said into his ear, feeling him shudder. His stomach was rising and falling rapidly in time with his breaths. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t stop,” Beau whispered, his voice dazed and pillow soft.
