Page 28 of Hellfire & Tinsel
Kassel craned his neck further and saw from his furthest eye that Beau’s were completely closed, his lips bitten red and parted. He looked sinful for the first time. Beautiful. Brimming with desires that wanted to spill over. They had flowed into something fully formed, no longer young and innocent, seeping from his skin. Kassel’s claws dug a little deeper into the skin of Beau’s vulnerable stomach and he felt it grow into a flood.
Beauwanted. So much it was a little dizzying now that it was unleashed.
Kassel just needed to take those wants and split them open to see what poured out. See the sticky, wicked parts so he could gather them up and feed them past Beau’s lips to satisfy his hungry soul.
He was here to serve, after all.
He slipped his sticky hand out from under Beau’s lax one, reaching up and cupping Beau’s chin. He painted him in the confection, smearing it down his neck as he turned Beau’s face toward him. Beau’s eyes blinked open but they were glazed over, his pupils completely blown out.
“Kassel?” The murmur sent tendrils of warmth over Kassel’s lips.
He looked down at Beau’s mouth, so plump and inviting, and pressed the tip of his claw into the valley in his bottom lip, indenting it, leaving a stain of dough.
Beau shuddered, grasping hold of Kassel’s wrist as his legs went completely weak. Kassel held him up easily with the hand on his stomach and inched their faces closer, gauging Beau’s reaction, whether he wanted it. The way Beau’s eyes fluttered closed again and he shuddered out every hot breath gave him a good indication, allowing him to close the gap and brush their lips together. First his top lip, then his bottom, the damp skin sticking like it didn’t want to let go.
He tasted like cookies.
Only this time Kassel’s mouth watered for the taste of more.
Beau followed his lead, his movements clumsy and unsure, but full of hunger. When Kassel parted his sweet lips with his tongue Beau moaned straight down Kassel’s throat.
The front door opened in the background and Kassel watched with one eye as Zorun marched in with Azoth and Tarik held by the scruffs of their necks like naughty kittens. Oren followed them, lecturing them on proper etiquette and behaviors with a wagging finger.
Any idea of stopping was hanged, drawn, and quartered as Beau, previously swooning and weak-kneed, got a chokehold grip around Kassel’s neck and spun to put them chest to chest, practically gluing their mouths together.
They ended up crashing into the counter as Kassel lost his balance and braced them, the mixing bowl and cutters scattering on the ground. Still Beau held on to him for dear life, kissing and kissing and kissing him like he needed it more than oxygen.
Kassel wasn’t even sure hewasbreathing.
Four heads popped around the corner, comically, one after another to see what the commotion was, eyes widening when they spotted them.
“Oh. My. GOD!” Oren squealed in delight, hearts practically shooting out of his soul.
Zorun simply smirked. “Having fun on the job?”
“How come we can’t play with the evil humans…” Azoth complained.
“…but Kassel gets to make out with the good ones?” Tarik finished.
“He was summoned,” Oren said.
“For a booty call?” they asked together. “Where’s ours?”
Zorun glared at them. “You want to be summoned for a booty call?”
Twin feline smirks formed. “Why does it matter to you, Daddy?”
“It doesn’t,” he gritted out.
Kassel’s mouth was too busy to tell them to get lost and take the drama back to Hell. Instead he growled, glaring at them, angling Beau so he wasn’t in view. He didn’t want them observing Beau so vulnerable like this. He didn’t want to share this moment at all.
It was probably the single most selfish thought he’d ever had, and it confused him entirely but there was no fighting it.
“Keep us updated,” Oren whispered over the bickering. “I want ALL the details, you hear me?”
Kassel glared some more, promising death through his eyes if they didn’t get lost as Beau peppered a thousand kisses over his bottom lip, like he had decided it was his favorite lip and it needed acknowledging.
Oren hurried the other three out of the room and finally, with a waft of heat and brimstone, they were alone again.
