Say Yes Ch. 12 Pt. 02

oh my GOD that took forever. Gang Holy Shit That's Act One!!!! next chapter onward is act two which means some of that political/institutional tension is gonna be ramping up a little bit. Thank you all so much for your patience, and please enjoy!

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Simon was floating in a golden haze. He felt amazing; warm, syrupy pleasure flowed lazily through his veins, something bright and giddy hummed in his ribcage like a plucked string, his skin tingled with the sense memory of Azeran's hands on it, making even the light graze of the demon's fingers against his forehead as he brushed away a stray lock of hair feel incandescent. He moaned, softly, leaning into the touch, to which Azeran leaned back down, traced a line of soft kisses up the side of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine, and murmured, "So. How was that for your first time?"

Simon replied with a long, deeply satisfied groan, weakly bringing one limp hand up to lightly play with the demon's hair. "I didn't-" he took a breath, "I didn't think that it could-" he was really out of breath, "-could be that good."

Azeran chuckled against his skin, nuzzling into the soft hollow beneath his ear. "Good."

"I mean," the words continued spilling out of the wizard, loose and easy, "I've thought about it. Fantasized, you know, but I didn't- I didn't imagine- mm." The demon's lips closing around his earlobe and lightly suckling chased the remaining words out of his brain.

After a moment, Azeran released it, placed a kiss on his cheekbone, and said, "I'm going to pull out, darling, you ready?"

Darling. He had called him that a few times by that point, but it still sent a thrill through his chest and a dopey smile across his face. Basking, as he was, in the word, it took a moment for the rest of them to register. "Hmm?" Pull out. Azeran said he was going to pull out. "Oh." Simon nodded. "Yeah."

Azeran had not, in the moments after their mutual climax, softened very much, a fact of which Simon became acutely aware as every vein, ridge, and contour on the demon's cock ran across his hypersensitive prostate on its slow way out, sending a series of twitches through his legs and faint whimpers up his throat. Near the end, with only the head still inside the ring, Azeran paused for a moment to let Simon catch his breath. "Almost there - this part is going to hurt a bit, alright? Just push out for me, it'll be over in a second."

Simon nodded - then winced, his grip on Azeran's arm tightening, as his hole stretched around the withdrawing head.

Azeran was right, though; it was over in a second, and Simon breathed through the lingering burn as it slowly faded, replaced by a feeling of emptiness that he immediately decided was worse.

"There you go," Azeran praised him gently, one hand carefully slipping around his waist, "do you think you can stand, my dear? I imagine your bed will be more comfortable than the surface of a desk."

Simon nodded, pushing himself up from the desk, with the assistance of Azeran's arm wrapped around him. As soon as he tried to stand, though, he realized that he had spoken too soon - his knees buckled under him, and he collapsed into Azeran's arms, face landing squarely in between the demon's pecs.

The spicy-sweet aroma of the demon, underlaid with the musky scent of sweat filled Simon's nose, and he found himself burying his face deeper into the broad chest, inhaling deeply to fill his lungs with it, barely registering the trickle of cum leaking out of him and down his leg. Somewhere above him, distantly, he heard Azeran's voice saying, Whoa, there, darling, easy does it, I've got you, but his attention had, in the interim, been drawn down, eyes fixing on the half-hard, cum-slick cock.

He had known it was long, but the girth - nearly two inches across, and it wasn't even fully hard. How had that thing fit inside him?

Azeran shifted, wrapping an arm around Simon's shoulders, and the movement caused the slick glaze of cum coating his member to catch the light.

What would that taste like?

The thought bubbled up from some feral little corner of Simon's mind, and he swallowed the excess saliva that had suddenly filled his mouth.

Somewhere above him, distantly, he heard Azeran say something about a blanket, and water.

"Uh-huh," he replied, absently, then, suddenly, found himself on his knees, running his tongue over the flushed, spongy crown - a faint moan escaped him as the taste of the demon's cum, heady and rich, coated his palate.

At the edge of his periphery, Simon registered Azeran gasp a soft Oh, fuck, the smack of his hand landing on the surface of the desk, as Simon sealed his lips around what he could and sucked, tongue running along the ridge, trying to lap up every drop of cum he could reach - there was no way the entire head would fit between his jaws, not without risk of scraping it with his teeth, but judging at least by the noises coming from above him and the pre-cum leaking from the demon's slit, he imagined he was doing something right.

A fresh bead had leaked out of the slit while he was moving around the corona, leaving a wet path down the head. Simon quickly dove down to catch it on his tongue, licking up the trail, his tongue burrowing into the frenulum to try to pull out the last traces of it. He barely registered the stream of noises the demon was making over his head, but the fresh pulse of pre that landed on his tongue did catch his attention. Carefully, experimentally, he pressed in again, and was immediately rewarded with another taste.

"Adh'enna, Simon-" Azeran's hand settled lightly on the back of Simon's head, long fingers curling around his skull - not pushing, not directing, just there - despite the gentleness, though, the size of that hand, the weight of it, the possibility, sent a shiver down Simon's spine and a pulse of arousal between his legs.

He unlatched, somewhat reluctantly, from the slit he had been drinking from, dipped down to lick a long stripe up the underside of the shaft, base to tip - his eyes rolled back in his head at the silky softness of the skin, at the mouthful of cum that gathered on his tongue. Another soft moan escaped him as he sealed his lips around the shaft, sideways, wrapping his hands around the base to hold it steady as he suckled along the length, mouthing a wet trail down to the base.

That intoxicating musky scent was stronger near the base, and Simon groaned as he pressed his face into the crease where shaft met thigh burying his nose in the tangle of thick black hair and inhaling. Azeran swore under his breath, his fingers tightening around Simon's skull - the pressure sent a jolt of needy hunger through his gut and pushed a sound out of him somewhere between a whimper and a plea. He twisted his head to suction his mouth back onto the iron rod in his hands, lapping and sucking ravenously at the hot, thick shaft, making muffled, greedy little noises against the skin as he moved back up towards the head, discovering upon arrival, to his delight, a fresh slick of pre-cum that had spilled over the crown in his absence.

Simon dragged his tongue through the mess, sighing with pleasure at the familiar flavour that flooded back into his mouth as he cleaned off the head, before continuing around and down the other side of the shaft. The glaze of cum on that side, the remainder of what he had filled Simon with what felt like hours ago, had started to dry - tacky, now, thick against his tongue, gluing his lips to the skin.

Not that Simon minded being stuck to Azeran's cock.

He closed his mouth around as much of the shaft as he could reach, laving it with as much spit as he could produce, dampening it to better wash the cum from the skin, and moved down. There was a vein on this side - Simon could feel it pulsing rapidly under his tongue, in time with his demon's heartbeat. He followed it, his tongue flicking across the velvet skin in time with the ticking vein, down to the base, circled around underneath towards the dusky, pebbled skin of the scrotum - his eyelids fluttered, vision momentarily blurred as the smell hit him, the same musk as above but almost overwhelming here - his mouth pressed against the furrowed, sweat-damp crease, sucking in a mouthful of the rubbery skin-

Azeran made a sharp, guttural sound above him, his hand tightening around Simon's head as he shoved his face deeper.

Simon grunted, the sound muffled against the thick, heavy flesh that suddenly filled his mouth and rubbed against his face. Some peripheral corner of his awareness registered, quietly, the his own cock was throbbing, painfully, between his legs, but he was far too preoccupied with the demon's sack, and the hand pressing him into it, to give it much thought. His hands landed on Azeran's thighs, gripping them for support as he pushed his face in deeper, sweat and musk filling his mouth and nose, coarse hair dragging across his tongue as his tongue dragged through the folds of flesh, running across one of the massive, nearly lemon-sized balls inside.

Could he fit one of those in his mouth?

... He could try.

He managed to inhale half a breath in the momentary gap between his face and the sac, dropped his jaw as far as it would go, then pushed it open a little further, tongue rolling around and under his intended prize, sucking - the pressure yanked a fold of the loose skin into his mouth, more than he meant to, the seal between it and his lips breaking with loud, obscene slurp. The heavy, dense, rolling weight shifted underneath the skin, and his tongue shot out to chase it, rolling it back towards him - it slipped forward, half-passed his lips - he drove his face forward, a wet, desperate noise somewhere in the back of his throat - his lips stretched, the corners of his mouth burning as it slid through, and he barely managed to repress a gag as it hit the back of his throat.

Azeran's fingers were digging into his scalp, his thighs tense under Simon's palms, making choked, gasping sounds above him as he worked at the stone with his tongue - as best he could, given that it filled his mouth completely.

His lungs were screaming. He shifted his face, as much as he could under the crushing pressure of the demon's hand on his head, to inhale through whatever gap he could find. The scent slammed into him again as he drew in a desperate breath - sweat, musk, cinnamon - the moan came out of him as a stifled gurgle, his tongue pressing harder against the sac in his mouth.

A little bit too hard; it popped out of his mouth, sending the other one forward to press against his cheek, and he immediately started working on getting it into his mouth.

Was it slightly bigger than the first or was his jaw just getting tired? Either way, it slipped and rolled around underneath the rubbery skin as he chased it, his tongue washing the folds of the scrotum until it was soaked in his spit, soaking his face in turn.

It was getting harder to find air, his own saliva forming a wet seal around his face, and he started getting lightheaded as he continued lapping at the crinkled skin - until, eventually, his lungs put their foot down, his hands planted themselves against Azeran's thighs and pushed, with the desperate animal panic of survival instinct. The hand released, immediately, and Simon peeled off with a disgustingly wet sound, gasping for air, leaning his full weight against Azeran's leg.

His jaw ached. His lips were numb, and tingled slightly, and his face was completely covered with his own spit, forehead to chin. As he came back to himself, he vaguely registered the demon's fingers, slightly shaky, running through his hair, and as his eyes refocused, they fixed back onto the cock, an inch above him - slick, now, with Simon's saliva, glistening in the low afternoon light. He could see underneath it; there was a thick column, slightly raised from the surrounding shaft, running along the underside of the cock, straining as it throbbed.

A soft, desperate whine came out of him, and he leaned in, lips locking over the ridge and tongue pressing into it. It was softer than the rest of the shaft, spongy like the head, with the same silky skin stretched over it. He could feel it flutter underneath his tongue, the occasional faint surge under the skin as he kneaded the tender flesh.

With his head angled back, as he worked his way up along the shaft, his eyes wandered, half-focused, up the demon's body, and eventually alighted on his face. Azeran had his head tipped back, lips parted, chest heaving as low groans of pleasure streamed out of him. He was gripping the edge of the desk, arm tense as though he had his entire weight on it.

Gods, that was a view Simon could stare at forever.

Azeran's head fell forward, his eyes fluttering open and locking with Simon's. It struck Simon, suddenly, how beautiful those silver eyes were; shimmering like moonlight reflected off of still water.

Something shifted in Azeran's face; he swallowed, then suddenly his face was at eye level, two inches away; his hand slipped down to the back of Simon's neck and he dipped down, catching his lips in a slow kiss.

Something went liquid in Simon's chest, and he wrapped his arms around his demon's neck, kissing him back as desperately as he could in his exhausted state. Azeran's hand wrapped around the back of his knee, then suddenly the floor was against his back, the incubus hovering over him.

He drew back, breathing heavy, and stared down at Simon, eyes moving as if searching for something in his face, then, softly, murmured, "You are so beautiful," before dipping back down to kiss him again.

Simon moaned into the kiss, wrapped his legs around the demon's torso, suddenly painfully aware of his straining, aching cock, and the same emptiness inside him that he'd been feeling since Azeran had pulled out. Into a momentary gap between their mouths, he begged, "Azeran, I- I need you. Back in me."

Azeran groaned, burying his face in the crook of Simon's neck. "You have no idea how badly I want to be back inside that," he scraped his teeth across Simon's neck as his hand tightened around Simon's leg, his voice dropping an octave into a low growl, "deliciously tight little hole of yours, but-" He took a long breath, pressed a kiss onto Simon's shoulder, "I didn't exactly go easy on you the first time. You are going to be sore, darling."

"I don't," Simon inhaled, "particularly care about that right now."

"Simon-"

"Please, Azeran." he twisted himself underneath the incubus, turning his head to catch his silver eyes, "I need it." he paused, then, in a softer voice, "I feel empty without you."

Simon felt the demon's cock kick against his leg.

After a long moment, Azeran released a shaky breath, murmured, "Alright," and in a single, lithe motion, flipped the two of them over and sat up, with Simon straddling his lap, his arm around the wizard's back pressing him against his chest.

Their faces were almost exactly level in this position, faces so close together Simon could feel the demon's breath against his skin, and he found himself lost, once again, in those mesmerizing silver eyes, only breaking out of his reverie when the demon spoke.

"Ride it."

It was no more than a whisper, but it struck something soft and submissive in Simon like a bell, and he nodded obediently, reaching behind himself, without breaking eye contact, to locate the demon's cock and position it under himself.

"Good boy," Azeran purred, his hands moved down to cup his ass, supporting his weight as he lowered himself onto it, his breath catching as the tip pressed against his entrance again - it started to sink in almost instantly, it being slick with his saliva, and he with the demon's cum, which had been leaking steadily out of him since he had stood up.

He was sore, of course, as Azeran had predicted - as the fat bulb of the head pushed into him, for the second time inside of an hour, he winced, hissing through his teeth, as he gripped Azeran's shoulders. Still, the relief of it - of being filled, of having Azeran inside him again, once his hole closed around the flare of the crown - pushed a satisfied groan out of him as he sagged against the incubus, head falling onto his shoulder.

He let his weight settle, slowly sinking onto the demon's cock, savouring every inch, the sore ache of his tired muscles drifting quietly into the background of his pleasure. He vaguely registered the faintest tremor in the hands supporting him, though they never faltered in holding up his weight - thankfully so, as Simon had nowhere near enough strength in his legs to hold it up himself.

"Gods, you are so fucking big-" Simon gasped, as the shaft carved its path through his innards - stopping, as it did the first time, against some limit inside him that ached faintly at the pressure.

Azeran breathed a moan into Simon's hair, shifted his hands so Simon's weight rested fully on one of them so the other could come up to grip his hair.

That couldn't be it - there had to be a way Simon could take him deeper, take more of him. He pressed down, trying to push himself further onto the demon's cock - that ache sharpened, and he tensed with a sharp intake of breath.

Azeran's hand pressed into his tailbone, lifting Simon a fraction of an inch, pulling him back from that inner wall. "Easy, Simon," he sounded like he was trying to keep his voice steady, "That's about as much as will fit in you for now."

Simon whined, the noise almost petulant. "But I want all of it."

"Mnff." Azeran pressed a kiss to his temple, both hands tightening their grip as his member twitched inside the wizard. "Not today, darling. It'll take a fair bit of work to get you ready for that."

Despite his words, the demon's thighs, between Simon's legs, as well as the muscles across his shoulders, under Simon's hands, were corded with tension, the cock inside him throbbing so hard he could feel it distending his hole around it.

Was he holding back?

Of course, Simon realized, he probably hadn't had any real sex - consensual, unbound sex - in several hundred years. If Simon had been pent up after only a few years worth of a dry spell, he couldn't imagine how bad it must have been for the incubus.

He tentatively nosed along the demon's jaw. "You can-" his breath hitched, "if you want to... use me," those silver eyes flicked down to meet his, "you c-"

Azeran raised an eyebrow. "You're not being lazy, are you, Simon?" Before Simon could formulate a response, though, the hand in his hair tightened, pulled, dragging Simon's face up closer, and the incubus hissed, directly into his ear, "I said, Ride It." Then, slightly softer, but no less authoritatively, he breathed, "Do as you're told."

Simon's cock throbbed, painfully, a thick drop of pre-cum coming out of it, smearing across the demon's stomach. "Yes, sir," he replied, shakily, lifting himself off the cock even as he spoke, as far as the head would allow, then dropping back down onto it with a cry - immediately pushed back up as soon as he hit that inner wall, slammed himself back down on the full length, then again - he pulled himself into the crook of Azeran's neck, clutching his shoulders for stability as he fucked himself.

The demon groaned underneath him, cradling the back of Simon's head in the one hand, the other hooked beneath him, fingers digging painfully into the far hip. "That's it," he muttered, "good boy - fuck, this is better than I imagined."

Simon faltered as the last word - and the implications of it - registered, and he pulled back, confused. "What d- what do you mean, imagined?"

Azeran blinked, raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking slightly up. "You didn't think you were the only one fantasizing, did you?"

He...?

Simon swallowed, opened his mouth, closed it again.

"This," Azeran continued, running his thumb across Simon lower lip, "is one of many fantasies I've had about you, darling."

About...?

Simon's brow furrowed as he thought, repeating the words in his head one more time, just in case they might have meant something other than what they sounded like, opened his mouth again, "You... sorry, you," he placed a hand on the incubus's chest, "fantasized about... me?!"

The smirk faded slightly from the demon's face. "Of course I did. Look at you."

What?

"At-" Simon cast a quick look down at himself, "Look at what?"

Azeran stared at him for a long moment, tilted his head, and after a long moment, replied, "... Simon..." he curled a finger under Simon's chin, tipping his head up slightly, "Are you aware of how gorgeous you are?"

Gorgeous?

"I-" he dropped his eyes, considered what he locked eyes with in the mirror each morning; brown hair, brown eyes, light skin, average height. Not ugly by any means, but nothing to write home about, and certainly not gorgeous - if he were to sum up his appearance in a word, it would be 'plain', especially next to someone as ethereally beautiful as Azeran.

The demon seemed to take Simon's silence for an answer, softened, murmured, "Oh, Simon," and gently kissed him, tongue pressing between his lips to hook behind his teeth and pull him closer.

Simon melted into it - though the words gorgeous and imagined still bounced around the inside of his skull, and eventually the latter dislodged something in his mind and he pulled back. "So this whole time-" he locked eyes with Azeran, breathless, "that I've been wanting you-"

"I have been wanting you back," Azeran finished for him, "yes."

Simon stared at the demon, ears ringing slightly, his mind supplying flickers of memory from the last three months, moments, recontextualized by this confirmation. A storm of emotions - confusion, hope, disbelief, terror, something soft and warm that fluttered lightly behind his sternum - swirled through him, all overshadowed slightly by the most overwhelming feeling of pure, unadulterated lust that he had ever felt in his life.

He shoved Azeran.

A flicker of surprise flashed across the demon's face as his back hit the floor, his hands falling away from Simon, who sat forward, planted his hands on the firm muscle of Azeran's pecs and drove his hips down with the full weight of his body - and immediately felt every inch of that decision as seven inches of demon cock punched into his intestines, to a depth that forced the air out of his lungs and made his eyes water.

A sound vibrated through the chest under his hands as he pushed himself back up, his muscles burning from the effort. He could feel Azeran's heartbeat hammering against his palms which pressed down for leverage, ribs swelling with a ragged breath as Simon dropped back down again with a yelp that bent into a moan halfway through.

He let his head tip back as he found his rhythm, through a string of grunts and moans - the tilt of his hips sent the cock raking through him at a new angle that made his legs tremble, the curve of it dragging a hot line of friction up through him that he could almost feel in his throat.

The demon's hands sliding up his legs, gripping his thighs, brought his attention back down. Azeran's eyes were heavy-lidded, silver gaze fixed on the point of connection between their bodies - and as Simon watched, he slowly dragged his tongue across his teeth.

A pulse of arousal washed through him at the sight, and he whimpered as his cock wept another dribble of pre-cum onto Azeran's abdomen, his hole clenching around the thick shaft inside him.

Azeran's head dropped to the floor with a soft thump, silver eyes rolling back in his head, as he groaned, "Ennai- su thaenu kha sunae, khorae'nah enha'vakhe-" his fingers tightened around Simon's thighs, pulling, for a fraction of a second, downward, as his hips twitched up-

A startled yelp came out of Simon at the sudden jolt of depth, fingernails digging into the demon's skin, more from shock than pain. The hips dropped immediately, hands releasing their grip and rubbing up and down the length of his legs, a soft groan rumbling through the ribcage under Simon's palms - all of which Simon vaguely registered in the back of his mind, busy as he was rolling his hips, grinding, chasing the sensation. He tried to push himself up again, but only made it halfway before his legs buckled, dropping him back onto the cock, the head slamming directly into his prostate.

The noise that came out of him was high pitched, keening, and would under any other situation have been completely mortifying. Under present circumstances, however, Simon was beyond caring, throwing his prostate against the cockhead over and again with jerky half-strokes, leaning harder into his palms for leverage to take some weight off of his slightly trembling thighs.

He needed more - the feeling of Azeran's cock mashing into that spot was addictive, every roll of his hips lighting him up from the base of his spine to his fingertips. His breath came in ragged gasps as he chased it, desperately trying to ignore the ache in his legs that was starting to get more insistent, to pin down the orgasm that kept flickering at the edge of his reach-

His arms gave out, his legs burning, and he collapsed, gasping for air. "I- can't- fuck-"

Through the rise and fall of the chest under him, with his ear pressed against it, he could hear the demon's heart thundering through his ribcage. After a moment, Azeran brought a hand up to Simon's head, carding fingers through his hair, the other lightly tracing up and down his spine. "You alright?"

Simon, still trying to catch his breath, made a noise.

A soft rumble vibrated through the chest under Simon's cheek as Azeran chuckled. "If you're tired, darling, we can sto-"

"Nooo," Simon groaned, inhaled, "I want t- I'm just- very out of shape-" he attempted to push himself up, but his arms promptly denied his request. "Look, could you t- take over- I know you s- you said to- ride it but I'm- I can't- my fucking legs, I can't-"

Azeran's cock twitched, sending a twitch in turn through Simon's legs as it pressed against his prostate, both hands returning to grip Simon's thighs. "Simon..."

"I'm n-" Simon turned his head to bury his face in the demon's chest, "I don't- have enough energy. To do it how I want to." It took him a moment to gather the strength to raise his head, catching the demon's gaze with his exhausted, half-focused eyes. "Help?"

Azeran stared down at him for a moment, long enough that Simon began to think he was going to refuse - and then his vision went white as the demon grabbed his hips, lifted, and bucked up into him from underneath so hard that Simon's knees left the ground.

"Hoh- Ngh-fuck-" The words fell out of him in a choked grunt as the incubus rammed into him, "Aze-oh-my-gods-"

All he could do was hold on, clinging onto the demon's shoulders against the punishing pace, vision blurring with every brutal thrust that lit him up from the inside. For all the riding he had been doing on this cock in the last few minutes, he realized suddenly that he had not, it turned out, been using it correctly - the cock rammed into him mercilessly, pleasure and overstimulation tangled so tightly he couldn't tell them apart.

It took him a moment to realize, through the crackling white haze filling his skull, that the sounds he was hearing was his own voice, the broken, staccato gasps pouring out of him along with the drool that pooled between his and Azeran's skin. Far more present than that, though, was the rumble of the low, guttural noises, more growl than groan, reverberating through the chest under his cheek, keeping time with the snap of the hips driving relentlessly into him.

That previously elusive orgasm Simon had been chasing was now barrelling towards him, building in his gut like a tidal wave. Each thrust jolted his whole body forward on Azeran's chest, skin dragging on sweat-slick skin, shoved back down by the hands on his hips, fingers sinking into the meat hard enough that Simon could feel the bruises forming under them - the feeling of which registered only as ten more gleaming points of sensation, sharp pinpricks of light against the luminary of the ferocious pounding he was receiving.

"Anhh- I-" he managed, fingernails digging into Azeran's skin, and then it collided with him.

His entire body seized, knees tightened around Azeran's torso, hands clawing desperately at the demon's chest. Pleasure pulsed angrily through his body - his cock strained, throbbed, managed to squeeze out half a drop of cum - Azeran's pace never relented, and inside of the searing pleasure of his climax, he could feel every thrust in every nerve ending in his body, white hot, merciless, straddling the line between ecstasy and agony.

"Ahh-" he couldn't tell if the sound he was making was a moan or a sob and didn't have the cognitive bandwidth to figure it out, "A-Azera-ahhn- p-please-" he had no idea what he was even begging for - the word simply fell out of his mouth, as involuntary as the tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. The sensation inundated him, overwhelming - he wanted to live in it forever - it was too much - "Gods-" - was this what madness felt like? It felt so good-

Finally, Azeran came.

The demon's torso tensed, a hoarse cry vibrating through his chest, his thrusts losing rhythm, stuttering, as the first burst of cum flooded Simon's insides. Warm. Simon moaned as that familiar wet heat bloomed inside him, spreading warmth further into his body with every fresh pulse - into his stomach, into his sore, twitching muscles, into his mind, carrying him back into the same syrupy, golden pleasure as the first time.

Perhaps it was simply due to the fact that he had just spent the last twenty minutes in a continuous state of near painful arousal, as his cock was systematically eaten alive and subsequently ridden by the boy currently drooling onto his chest. Perhaps it was the fact that this - until very recently - virgin boy had dropped to his knees, entirely unprompted, after having been fucked for the first time in his life, and proceeded to give Azeran some of the best head the demon had had in a very long time - or maybe simply the fact that Azeran hadn't had his cock sucked in over three hundred years. Perhaps, still, it had been the look of absolute devotion that the wizard had given him, from between his legs, mouth locked onto Azeran's ventral ridge, or the way that he had begged Azeran to fuck him again, soreness and all, saying that he felt empty without him. Or, frankly, maybe it was simply the fact that it was Simon, and not anyone else, that was taking him; Simon's weight on his chest, Simon's moans and whimpers in his ears, Simon's hole clenching around him as he fucked the boy through his orgasm.

He didn't know.

Whatever the cause, Azeran was presently cumming harder than he had in his entire life, emptying his balls - and another dose of anha, he distantly registered - into his wizard, still grunting and bucking like an animal as he chased the last waves of his mind-shattering orgasm.

Eventually, it subsided, and he collapsed, spent, against the wooden floorboards, chest heaving as his lungs desperately tried to pull in air, and after a moment or two of this, he lifted his head and looked down.

Simon was completely limp on top of him, making soft, broken little noises, trembling from head to toe.

Oh, dear.

Azeran took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself, released the boy's hips - after carefully angling them so that he wouldn't immediately get impaled - wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and brough his other hand to gently cradle the base of his skull. "You alive, darling?"

Simon weakly moved one hand up Azeran's chest. "I- hh. That... was... hh-anhh. Amazing."

Relief bloomed in Azeran's chest. Not broken. He bent forward, neck straining to reach the top of Simon's head with his lips, and pressed a kiss into his hair, then, laying back again, murmured, "I would very much like to get you under a blanket now, if you'd let me."

Simon made a soft sound in response, fingers idly trailing through the demon's chest hair, then, words slurring slightly, "'N a sec."

A moment passed, the quiet filled with the harmony of their breathing. Azeran could feel Simon's heart against his chest, in tandem with his own, gradually slowing beat by beat, the tremble in his muscles easing, as the boy caught his breath. His breath was beginning to even out as well, deepening, and a faint concern arose in the back of Azeran's mind about water - Simon would need it, certainly, after all of that, but there was now a not insignificant chance that he might fall asleep before the incubus could get any into him. He would have to try to fetch a glass as soon as he got the boy into bed, or else he would need to have Simon hydrate aggressively the next day.

Azeran's rumination was interrupted as Simon sighed, spread his fingers over the plane of Azeran's pectoral, turned his head to bury his face into the sweat-damp chest hair, and inhaled deeply, a long, satisfied groan riding out of him on the exhale.

Azeran snorted at the sight, pressing his lips together as he stared down at the feral little beast that his Simon had turned into. "What," he marveled, "is this fixation you have on my chest?"

"Mmnff," Simon replied, "... Smell good."

The affection filling the demon's chest leaked out of him as a soft, helpless laugh. "I would imagine that right this second it just smells like sweat."

Simon head shifted in a motion vaguely reminiscent of shaking his head. "Nn. Smells like you." He buried his face again, took another long breath, mumbled something directly into the skin, of which Azeran was only able to pick out ... good smell... and, after a moment, muffled, quiet enough that the incubus would have missed it if he wasn't listening so carefully, ... love you...

Azeran's chest tightened, heart slamming against his ribcage as the word - that impossible, four letter word - lodged itself behind his eyes. He lifted his head, staring down at the boy on his chest, who was, by that point, already softly snoring.

Azeran swallowed. His eyes prickled lightly, and he let his head fall back against the floor with a muffled thump, his arm tightening unconsciously around the sleeping wizard.

After a long moment, he took a breath, focused his attention; there were some benefits to being an incubus, a degree of control over one's erectile state among them. It took some effort, and no small amount of concentration, to maintain one state when biologically predisposed to the other, but eventually his cock deflated as the blood drained out of it, softening enough to slip limply out of Simon without waking him.

That done, he wrapped both arms around the boy, shoulders and waist, and carefully sat up - Simon stirred, mumbled something in his sleep, nestled himself into the demon's chest.

Azeran sighed, buried his face in Simon's hair, breathed him in, and after a long moment, whispered, "I love you, too."