Page 29 of Hellfire & Tinsel
Leaving Kassel with Beau, the demon realizing he hadn’t checked whether Beau could swim before he had opened the floodgates.
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Beau
Bruised. Swollen. Sore.
His lips had never been under such an onslaught. They felt twice their normal size, like someone had blown them up like pool floats to the point where if any pressure got put on them, they’d burst.
But he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop.
As soon as those lavender lips had taken his virgin mouth he’d been magnetized, clinging to Kassel with his whole being.
His very first kiss.
He was dizzy with it, intoxicated. The overload of skin-to-skin contact was almost painful after so long without a single tender touch. He found his lash line wet from the excess of emotion, not knowing what to do with it. Yet he still sucked and devoured the affection straight from Kassel’s mouth into himself; greedy, greedy, greedy.
It didn’t feel like enough. He only wanted more.
He fumbled, working out what to do with pressure and lips twice the size of his and a hint of tongue that was searing hot against his own. It would only flick out occasionally, the tip pointed sharply and teasing Beau, making him shudder.
He moaned, feeling himself get hard against Kassel’s thigh just from the kiss. He was overheating. He never wanted to cool down. He was melted honey all over Kassel’s hands, something building in him that had never built before.
Time passed. He didn’t know how long. He floated in the nebulous space, wrapped up in strong arms, large hands cupping his hips and pressing him into the counter, a warm mouth feeding affection into him.
He never wanted the moment to end.
Sentences mumbled through kisses hardly broke the heady barrier that had been erected around Beau’s head, his brain swimming in a soup of endorphins.
Didn’t he need to breathe?
Didn’t he need to eat?
Didn’t he need to drink?
Didn’t he need to do anything else besides kiss?
The answer was no.
Beau had decided in that finite, astonishing moment when their lips had connected that there was nothing else in the world but this for him.
Kassel seemed to have other ideas.
“Beau…” Kiss. “Beau…” Kiss. “Two…” Kiss. “Hours…” Kiss. “Have passed…” Kiss. Kiss.
Beau made a noncommittal sound, tightening his stranglehold around Kassel’s neck, fingers tangled in his long hair. It was surprisingly silky. He wondered if his tail was that soft also. It was a pity Kassel was the size of the house, otherwise he’d reach down and find out.
The thought immediately made his blush deeper.
He would never actually dare do it.
The brief hesitation over his rediscovered inhibitions was all Kassel needed to finally break their lip-lock, coming up for air.
Beau felt bereft. Forlorn. Ready to fall on the floor with his hand to his forehead in dramatic fashion until Kassel scooped him back up and whisked him into another make-out session. But he got distracted by the lovely plum color Kassel’s lips suddenly were. Like he was wearing a lipstick five shades darker than when they started.
I did that.
The visceral, visual mark of Beau on Kassel made him hot and tingling all over. About ready to light up like a star and shoot across the sky.
