Page 67 of Hellfire & Tinsel
Beau immediately panicked, clenching every part of his body to hold him in place. “Wait!”
Kassel paused and pulled back to stare at him. “What’s wrong?”
“We could stay like this,” Beau mumbled, flushing rosier than his whole body already was, feeling with a growing certainty that this was athingfor him. This feeling of fullness. Completeness. Intimacy.
He couldn’t feel alone, not like this. Not with proof of Kassel’s affection filling him up.
It wasn’t even overtly sexual.
Beau could see himself crawling under a blanket to watch a movie together and just being full to the brim, sitting on Kassel’s lap, back to chest with his arms wrapped around him and his cock nestled inside.
It was his first real sexual awakening moment. An ‘oh’ of knowing as something slotted into place right where it needed to be.
“I like it.”
Kassel hummed, eyes showing a glint of amusement. “I know. I can taste it.”
“You can do that?!” he gasped.
“I’m a demon. I also work in the second circle of Hell.”
“Which is…”
“Lust,” Kassel said, placing a sticky kiss to his neck.
Beau arched into the smooching, even as his mind ran over the information. “So does that mean that every time I, you know, thought about you like that or…”
“Made yourself come before snuggling up to me?”
Beau gasped in mortification, covering his own face, but Kassel simply held him tighter, slotting their hips together more snugly.
“You smelled delicious. Like fresh cookie dough. Just like now.”
Beau was easily mollified and cuddled up to Kassel, arms and head over his shoulders while Kassel stroked his back.
This was the real Heaven.
They had so much to talk about, so much to work out, but it seemed out of reach in that moment. He just wanted to bask in them being together for real. Hopefully for eternity.
A streak of light cut through the room and Beau shielded his eyes against the familiar brightness, noticing something ethereal descending into a part of Hell through the open window.
“An angel,” Kassel said.
Beau got a pit in his stomach all of a sudden. He looked at Kassel with fear, knowing there could only be one reason why an angel had suddenly come to Hell after he’d arrived. Why he’d felt like there was something else pulling at him when he died.
“I’ll talk to Luc,” Kassel assured him. “Oren is an innocent soul, but he got to stay in Hell.”
“But what if they won’t do that again?”
Kassel squeezed him to his chest. “They’re not taking my heart from me.”
Beau’s lip wobbled but he nodded bravely, feeling some reassurance.
They did a quick cleanup, Kassel summoning Beau’s clothes from wherever they had been sent to, and then Kassel was carrying Beau out the door bridal style, like he was worried he was going to be stolen away from him if he put him down for a moment. Beau was more than happy to be there, feeling safer inside the cage of Kassel’s arms as well as they traversed the halls. Beau was barely able to take in the fact thatthiswas what Hell looked like. Brimstone, fire, lots of carved red stone, and blood.
He couldn’t say it was pleasant. Beau didn’t bask in suffering.
Screams trailed in the distance like white noise, and depictions of agony were all around.
