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[ It had all started with an incident on Sephira Island. The singularity has marched in with more confidence than caution; Sandalphon, Vyrn, Lyria and several other crewmates by her side, explaining her brazenness by saying they were experienced enough with the different routes across it and the manner of creatures to be found in it that they would likely be done with their expedition soon, confident that they'd blaze through any troubles with sheer brute force as they had always done. Having seen her prowess enough to trust in it and having been with her on such expeditions before, most of the other crewmaters, too, saw no reason to argue; even Sandalphon was starting to think the amount supplies they brought along with them on these investigations slowed them down more often than help.

What they had all clearly forgotten was the original reason for the caution they approached it with; that Sephira Island was secluded, and so they were vulnerable, and even the girl in blue's own exceptional power was restricted. And it was the opportunity that a certain creature was waiting for to strike— in the midst of a battle that required more firepower, the Singularity called for the power of the fallen angel of cunning himself, a portion of it absorbed by Lyria that had enough of its own will for the rotten character of the original to be preserved with it. The cost of this power, the charm spell Belial would place upon them alongside the other increases in their abilities, seemingly just for his own amusement, was usually far more manageable, but had proven almost fatal under such conditions. The monster they were fighting took advantage of their inability to properly fight back, and rendered the expedition crew alive but unconscious, and badly wounded.

Everyone except Sandalphon, who fought to his last ounce of strength, refusing and unrelenting to surrender to his own wounds. He had just barely managed to fight through the spell enough to land a finishing blow and finish the job in their stead, before succumbing to the charm and his own exhaustion, just barely hanging to consciousness by a thread, and into the mindless sensation of blankness of the charm still on him.

That had been the second mistake; he had realized that the second he saw Belial's form materialize in front of him.

Nobody had seen what happened next. Nobody knew. No one but the Singularity herself, and even then, just barely— he'd caught her eye— half-open, hazy, only briefly before she had dropped back to unconsciousness— in the middle of it, barely able to perceive everything around him beyond pure sensation, and barely thought anything of it, in the heat of the moment. When it was over Sandalphon felt lightheaded, dizzy, as if his body has detached from the earth, struggling to comprehend what has happened. It hadn't even dawned on him what Belial has done to him until much later, and with it, his own feelings about it.

The Singularity had humbly conceded that she may have been rather reckless; but none of their wounds were fatal, so they had survived, made use of the supplies they had brought and made camp to rest up for the night and heal up. She had later come to talk to Sandalphon in private, apologizing, practically with tears in her eyes, guilt radiating off her. Alway far too soft-hearted and naive for her position. He had assured her he bared her no ill will or resentment over the incident, did not hold her responsible, and, looking at her, didn't feel the need to say 'I told you so' over the many, many times before he protested over making use of Belial's power. She clearly didn't need him to.

And so they simply agreed not to talk of it ever again. The Singularity has asked him about how he felt, fretted over him, worried over his mental state, and it had been a struggle to shut her down, but seemed to relent when he told her he'd rather she not bring it up, and she seemed to find that agreement the most conscientious thing to do. Sandalphon had been affected, certainly. He hadn't stopped thinking about it, what he could remember. He just didn't need her or anyone else to know the real reason why. The captain seemed to think he was traumatized. He didn't feel the need to explain that the memory of both being on the receiving end of the charm and the... physical part of experience, the touch, had fascinated him and that some part of him may have long to feel it again.

Time passed since then; months, over a year, and with how long they haven't spoken of it, the incident was forgotten until the man himself had joined their crew. Over that time, his power has grown. And with it, his... fascination, and his frustration. The many, many attempts to stave of the something that the experience lit up in him. He tried not to consider the idea that this is the reason he protested less than he should have when the choice to let Belial join them was made, and when the Singularity came to talk to him about the subject with an air of guilt to her, and he agreed to her reasoning without as much of a struggle as she too seemed to expect. Having Belial around as a constant reminder, labeling all his attempts to forget the incident not only fruitless but doing the opposite, amped up his frustration to degrees that were starting to become unbearable.

So when the thought I could just ask him pipes up, he spends several minutes mulling it over and telling himself it would be utterly ridiculous, that it would be the most foolish thing he could ever think of doing. Quite telling, maybe, that he doesn't reject it out of hand and gives it more than a passing thought. Instead the thought stays around, egging him on at night in his frustrations, until one day, something in him simply can't take it anymore.

And so, wondering at how he's actually not just considering but going through with so unbelievable an act, he one day approaches Belial directly. He finds him on the ship, walking towards him with a scowl, keeping his tone brusque, hoping his demeanor will do enough to conceal his intent to make it come off as entirely impersonal business. ]

Belial. [ Sandalphon grabs him tightly by the wrist and pulls at him to follow, with the intend of leading him somewhere into the more secluded corners of the ship, where they won't be overheard or seen. ] We need to talk.

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[ Following his lead, Sandalphon stands up on somewhat shaky legs, feeling a mild ache in his knees, that turn shakier and wobblier, nearly buckling, when Belial leans in and his heart jumps in his place, thinking he's finally going to get a kiss. It's almost what he wants— Belial cleans him up instead, and he feels rather like a cat being groomed, but he can't feel disappointed by it, enjoying both what registers to him as a tender display of care and the sensation of Belial's tongue licking across his face and mouth, a low content humming in his throat coming as a response.

He follows even more eagerly when Beial sets to undress him— a certain self-conciousness humming low and quiet, almost unheard, a whisper of a thought, at the back of his mind, overtaken by his eagerness to continue and to finally be rid of his last remaining clothing. He raises his arms to allow Belial to tug it off over his head, sighing with relief when he does so at having the tight fabric soaked with his own sweat finally off, and taking the initiative to grab at the hem of his leggings and roll them downwards before it registers that he's still wearing his shoes. His impatient attempts to shake them off his feet prove fruitless, and the further attempts to tug them away by hand equally unsuccessful and made even clumsier by that impatience and lack of coordination. ]

[ belial pulls the turtleneck over sandalphon's arms and tosses it on top of the hoodie on the chair, raking his gaze over his now exposed torso. he licks his lips at the sight and instead of helping sandalphon, he gets himself fully undressed—he steps out of his shoes and pushes them off to the side with his foot, then pushes his pants and underwear down until they fall around his ankles. ]

Having trouble, hmm? [ he says with a teasing lilt to his voice and he chuckles, the sound reverberating deep from his chest. he watches him passively for another couple of seconds, finding the sight both humorous and cute, before gingerly taking hold of his shoulders and maneuvering him backwards until the back of his legs hit the side of the bed. ]

Let me help you with that. [ he guides him down into a sitting position, then reaches down to hook his fingers under sandalphon's calf, lifting it up so he can ease the shoe off his foot. it falls to the floor with a soft thud and he puts his leg back down so he can do the same with the other one before tugging his leggings off the rest of the way.

the sight of sandalphon's bare legs sends a fresh wave of arousal through him, going straight to his cock. ] You have such beautiful slim legs, Sandy. I wouldn't mind being choked between your thighs.

[ Sandalphon settles comfotably on the bed, happy to be close to it, and happier to be tended to and have even the responsibility of undressing himself taken off his hands. He watches Belial, fully naked, removing his shoes, eying up his perfect fully-bare form that's completely exposed to him for the first time. The sight of Belial tending to him in this way sends inexplicable rush through him that's different from anything he's felt before.

Before he can examine it too closely, though, Belial is taking off his leggings and praising his body again, and it's replaced by another rush of warmth that contrasts with the pleasant coolness and relief of air on more and more of his bared skin. Only his underwear, somewhat damp and clinging uncomfortably to him, acts as the final barrier. He could take it off himself, for sure, but quickly decides he'd rather have Belial do it himself— Belial comparing him to unwrapping a present comes to mind again, and he likes the thought of being unwrapped by his hands as if he is a gift delivered to and meant for him.

The next thing Belial says leaves him visibly confused, though, and he furrows his brow trying to decipher it or understand how to answer. It takes a few moments before he answers in a low, soft voice: ] Why would I do that? [ He pauses, and asks, hesitantly: ] Do you want me to?

Oh, you're adorable. [ belial laughs in a light, half-mocking manner. sandalphon is trying so hard to get those cogs in his head to spin and work through the sweet fog blanketing his mind belial almost feels sorry for him. but only almost. he tosses the leggings aside and slides sandalphon's underwear over his knees and down his legs. ]

As much as I'd love to have you choke me with those legs of yours, erotic asphyxiation isn't something you do during your first time.

[ he said he'd keep things vanilla and it's the complete opposite of that, even if he'd be on the receiving end and there's little actual risk involved when oxygen deprivation wouldn't kill him. worst case scenario he'd just black out for a couple of minutes before waking up, ready for more; one of the benefits of immortality is that he can explore his kinks without having to worry about things like safety.

throwing sandalphon's underwear over his shoulder, he sensually trails his fingers over his thigh, enjoying the feel of soft smooth skin against his fingertips as he slowly works them closer and closer to the junction between his leg and pelvis. ]

[ Sandalphon's body seems to react to the signal given off by his underwear too finally being slipped off him; his cock stirs, not quite rising to full hardness but settling into a half-mast, willing to jump back to full hardness with just a touch, a kiss, even just the words from Belial's own mouth. The arousal from the experience of sucking Belial off spurred on further by Belial's very proximity, by the anticipation of what's to come. ]

My first...?

[ It slips out on its own, but the thought is interrupted by the touch of Belial's hands, so close to the core of that heat pooling and throbbing in his body. Right, he thinks vaguely as he realizes, it's the first time for this Belial. More importantly, Belial's hands feel so nice on his thighs, the way these simple trailing touches spur on his excitement. Sandalphon feels warm all over, and so is his body, his skin, blood throbbing beneath Belial's fingers, heart thumping in his chest, steady yet calm, a paradoxical mix of perfect relaxed bliss with an impatient frenzy that carries with it no tension.

His hands behind him for support, Sandalphon leans backward, back lightly arched, and shifts his legs to open ever so slightly in what's both a clear invitation for Belial's hands to wander down between them and what he hopes is an equally clear signal for Belial to get there faster. ]

[ belial's mouth curves as he watches sandalphon begin to harden beneath his gaze and he runs the tips of his tongue over his lips in appreciation of the sight. he doesn't think he'll do it today when he'd rather pin sandalphon to the mattress and fuck him hard and deep, but he'd like to put his mouth on him sometime, take the entirety of his length and find out what kind of noises he'd make when he hits the back of belial's throat. ]

Hmm? [ the two words catch belial's attention and he looks at him with a questioning gaze, eyebrow arched into his forehead. one hand moves to circle over sandalphon's pubic region, passing close but not quite touching his cock. ] Is this not your first time?

[ it might just be the charm that's confusing sandalphon's poor little mind as he struggles with coherency, but something about the way those words slipped out makes him curious enough to ask. he can't imagine sandalphon as being anything but a virgin before this encounter happened, but maybe he's wrong and their dear captain managed to get into those leggings before he did. oh, now that's a pleasant mental image—sandalphon on his back with djeeta on top of him, hands on his chest as she works herself up and down his cock. ]

[ The last thing Sandalphon wants right now is more talking and less touching, and the way Belial's hand teases him, circling so close to where he needs it but not quite, signaling how they're getting closer to what he wants yet not quite giving it, all while keeping him pinned beneath his gaze that seems to hold such power it controls his body for him— it could very well drive him mad. But thought to ignore Belial's question to urge him to hurry doesn't come, and the second he registers the question he opens his mouth to answer, then pauses as the genuine curiosity of Belial's tone and expression and the full meaning of the words register.

What slips out, then, on its own, instead of a proper answer, is a small, soft exhale that sounds almost wistful. ]

... You don't know... you don't remember after all.

[ In spite of himself, he suddenly realizes he's disappointed, and a shadow passes over his face. Even knowing from experience of Lyria having a copy of his own power and fully understanding that Belial's summon crystal and the man himself are not the same, not connected enough to share memories directly... the thought that Belial didn't remember their true first time together, truly doesn't remember what he's done to him, leaves him a bit dejected. Some deep part of him may have hoped they could share in this experience, and something the thought of Belial doing something that effected him so deeply and not even remembering it himself just feels unfair.

Sandalphon audibly swallows, biting his lip tensely as he glances down to the side, suddenly self-conscious and nervous, as he tries to find some way to answer properly. Just the memories welling up make him shudder at the reminder of each sensation, with the intensity of the experience returning to him. He wants to spill it all out right here, what has happened, how it occupied his mind, how he's been unable to free himself at night from needing it again, how it lead him here in desperation and yearning need. But each one of these confessions already are so overwhelming, and they fight within him to get out all at once, none of them making space for the other and leaving him lost and tongue-tied. ]

Edited 2020-06-23 21:18 (UTC)

[ ah, shit. it's hardly the first time the person he's taken to bed has gotten upset—sometimes there's outbursts of tears, men and women alike asking if they meant anything to him at all (to which he'd usually laugh because he never commits to anything in the long term, flings are fun but he doesn't get emotionally invested beyond a superficial level) because they'd deluded themselves into thinking he actually loved them—but he didn't expect anything of the sort from sandalphon. what in the skies happened to cause this reaction?

a subtle crease forms between belial's eyebrows and the glint of amusement is completely gone from his eyes. remember what? he has no idea what sandalphon could possibly be talking about—at face value it sounds like he has forgotten something but that doesn't make sense to him. he hasn't forgotten anything and if he did he'd be aware of the gaps in his memory. the summon doesn't even cross his mind as the cause behind this.

better to just ask him when he's incapable of lying. ]

I don't know what you're talking about, little sparrow. Tell me.

[ his voice is low with the slightest commanding lilt to it. his hand leaves sandalphon's pubic area to cradle his cheek instead, turning his head slightly until their eyes meet. don't look away. ]

[ The intensity of how Belial looks directly into his eye, the so clearly cut command and direct order, is so potent that Sandalphon can almost feel it like it were touching him physically. He feels tension rise and then be soothed by Belial's touch all at once, but it takes him a moment to collect his thoughts and finally get the words out; he struggles to keep looking Belial in the eye as he speaks, and his own gaze darts from side to side involuntarily as he speaks, as if his body is fighting with itself to maintain eye contact. Even without Belial directly telling him to maintain it, the way he looks at him feels like an order, feels like an equally clear-cut command, but it's all so difficult to talk about it's as if some part of him is searching for an escape. ]

Well— um. My first time... you already took it. [ Just letting out that simple statement, finally, makes such a massive surge of emotions well up in him, and some of them don't feel right, and it's confusing and he pauses to collect himself, wrapping his arms around his own body as if to protect himself from something he can't percieve, and then the next words come out in a rush. ] Your summon stone— there was an incident, when were on a mission, and it put us all under the charm, so we couldn't fight off the enemy... [ Nearly running out of breath, he pauses, takes a deep breath, inhale, exhale— ] I managed to break through just a bit, and eliminate it, but by then everyone else was knocked out, and then you—

[ He can't finish the sentence, but decides it's clear enough that he doesn't need to. His whole body throbs with arousal, and he shudders, feels his cock strain between his legs again, and presses them together tightly until his knees touch, and finally, unable to contain himself, squeezes his eyes shut. ]

...Y-you even took my first kiss... [ He feels vaguely like he was angry about that, like he wanted that to be... was he saving that for someone specific, or was he angry about it being Belial? Isn't that strange? Why would he want it to be anyone else? Opening his eyes again, he meets Belial's gaze timidly, his expression set into the slightest pout, maybe as if to say that it was unfair, or maybe because he wanted Belial to kiss him again just like then. ]

I see... [ belial trails off for a second or two, processing this new information. from what he's heard, the summon within the stone tends to be very unpredictable and can be either helpful or detrimental and it's a gamble every time lyria summons it; perfectly in character for a crystallized portion of his power. but it didn't occur to him that it might have enough of its own will and desire to take advantage of the situation in that way. be particularly mean to him, maybe, but not take it that far.

heh. little sandy had a taste of something he couldn't get enough of? ]

So you came to me because you wanted to relive that moment. You naughty little thing. [ dark amusement plays in the depths of his eyes and he holds his gaze firmly, rubbing soothing circles into sandalphon's cheek with his thumb. he wants to laugh, really—the sane thing to do would be to see a therapist, not find a way to reenact his trauma and get himself off to it. sandalphon really doesn't know how to cope, does he. but it led him to this moment, so belial really can't complain about sandy's terrible life choices. ]

Shame I didn't get to deflower you, but I'll make your second time better than the first—a mere copy can't hold a candle to the original.

[ belial nudges his knees apart and stands between them to keep him from closing them again, then leans down to press his mouth against sandalphon's in a demanding, heated kiss. he slants his head for a better angle, tongue running along the seam of sandalphon's lips in a demand for entry. ]

[ Belial's promise makes Sandalphon's face light up as if nothing in the world could make him happier; in this moment, in this state he's in, it probably is the case, and he wants to answer but forgets what he had wanted to say when his heart flutters and bursts beating in his chest at Belial finally pressing their lips together, at the sensation of Belial's sly tongue that has so changed him pressing against his mouth, urging him to open up, just like the summon did.

Sandalphon makes no resistance to having his legs spread open again, happy to have Belial between them and standing so close, and he opens his mouth happily to give Belial full access, responding to the kiss and returning it with an equal heat, the eagerness and hunger of a starving mortal. He moans into Belial's mouth, eager and needy and happy, feeling about as naughty as Belial told him he was and happier for it, trying to recreate everything the summon has done to him then— flicking his tongue against Belial's, sucking on it, biting his lips, everything he can remember, trying to return and give as much pleasure as he receives, if that were even possible.

When he vaguely feels the discomfort of oxygen running out, Sandalphon parts from him again, briefly, only just enough to catch his breath, gasping and sighing out, and to answer as he had wanted. ]

Then come on, hurry up... please, Belial... I need it so badly, I can't wait anymore, it's been so long... [ Panting and sighing, he quickly dives back into the kiss as if it were a feast, pressing his whole body against Belial's and grinding and rubbing against him in a desperation for contact, his fully hardened cock rubbing against Belial's leg and pressing into his skin. ]

[ belial kisses him hungrily, savoring the taste of him as his tongue delves into his mouth to explore every crevice and curve he can reach; he flicks it against the hard palate behind his teeth, then traces the contours of sandalphon's tongue with his own, claiming it all as his. he breathes out a shaky moan as sandalphon returns it with equal fervor, sending another wave of arousal to his now fully hardened cock. it curves against his stomach, aching for attention once more, the tip glistening.

his lungs begin to strain for oxygen but he continues to claim sandalphon's mouth, not stopping until sandalphon pulls away. he reflexively inhales a deep breath, feeling slightly dizzy and exhilarated. damn, he hasn't had a kiss that good in literal decades, he's on cloud nine right now. sandalphon is practically everything he'd ever want in a fucktoy. ]

Of course, of course. [ he murmurs breathily just as their mouths press together again. sandalphon's whole body is hot against his own and he slides his hand to the back of sandalphon's head, playing with the hairs there before sliding down the slope of his neck, resting against the still-present charm mark, feeling it pulse faintly against the palm of his hand.

he winds another couple of kisses together, groaning when he feels the heat of sandalphon's erection practically burning against his bare skin, and soon pulls back and steps away to the bedside table. ]

I know what you need and I'll give it you. [ he opens the drawer and pulls out a small bottle of lubrication. ] Lie on your back and spread your legs wide for Daddy.

[ Sandalphon feels his head swimming and a dizziness from the overwhelming sensation overtake him when Belial steps away for good. He gasps for air and breaths heavily as if coming up for air after a long underwater dive, an electrical current of pleasure and excitement running from his core to every part of his flushed hot body, his excitement just barely soothed by Belial's hand in his hair. Belial said this second time would be better— and already, this kiss— not even one, but several of them— was so, so much better. Much longer, more intense, more drawn out, with a real, raw passion to it that the summon didn't have, made so much better by sharing that sensation of being dominated and claimed over, even as this time it was something he could respond to an participate in, too. He feels Belial's own cock fully hard with pumping blood against him, and again the thought of himself being responsible for getting him this aroused fills him with a deep thrill.

While the phrasing makes him furrow his brow briefly in confusion and he pauses for a moment, blinking, before registering the command, it doesn't take much longer than that. Sandalphon drops back onto the bed, eaher to have his back settle and his whole body sink onto soft, comfortable sheets, and spreads his legs open as far as he can, even holding them in place with his own hands to keep them there. Watching Belial pull out the little bottle and recognizing it as lubricant only amps him up even more, and he bites down into his flushed lips in anticipation.

Still, he can't help but be curious— ]

You keep calling yourself that... um, I still don't understand what it means. [ There's a memory of someone trying to explain it to him at some point, but it must have not been successful. Normally he'd leave it alone, but if Belial said it twice already, surely that's something important, so he needs to understand it, right? ]

[ belial breathes out a small chuckle at that. ]

Mm, how to put it...? Sometimes mortals call their partners that because they see 'em as some kind of quasi-paternal authority figure. [ there's a brief pause as he contemplates going more in-depth and explain the daddy dom / little girl dynamic but he quickly decides that it's only going to leave poor sandalphon's fogged up brain even more confused. ]

Don't think about it too hard, Sandy.

[ he pushes the drawer shut and flicks the lid open as he steps back to the bed, taking a few seconds to drink in and savor how sandalphon looks with his legs spread wide like a whore waiting to be entered. the curve of his ass is one of the most gorgeous shapes belial has ever seen in his life and his cute asshole looks so inviting, making his pulse hasten with need and excitement. he squeezes a generous amount of translucent liquid onto his hand, carefully spreading it over his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up a little.

he then runs his other hand over the back of sandalphon's thigh as he presses two fingers to his entrance, rubbing and teasing his thumb over the perineum as he smears the lubricant around. after several long moments, he finally eases a finger inside. ]

[ Since he told him not to think about it too much, it's probably not significant or important, but still, trying to consolidate this new information with everything else certainly does leave Sandalphon more confused. It's one thing that it's clearly another odd mortal quirk expressing itself in their equally odd choices of slang, but what is he supposed to make of Belial putting it to use? Does he want Sandalphon to see him or treat him in a similar way? Or is Belial himself who sees their relationship in such a way? Sandalphon can't even begin to have the slightest sense of what it means to have a parental figure, what it feels like, what such a a person would be like—

His confused, frustrated train of thought shows itself in his expression, but is interrupted by the surprise of Belial's finger entering him— with an ease that can be owed not just to the lubrication but to how his own body is already familiar with the sensation. He's only had Belial do it once before, though, and it's nothing like doing it himself— no, this isn't even anything like when the summon prepared him half-measuredly, crudely and impatiently rushing to the point, spitting into its palm and fingers. More to the point— it's a much more teasing, methodical touch, as if testing the waters, and this single finger is not enough. ]

M-more. [ How much more will he need to beg today before he gets what he needs, to finally have his hunger sated? His only concern is that as he's not sure how long he'll even hold on to his ability to form words at all. ] ... Please.

Tsk, tsk. [ belial clicks his tongue in half reprimand, half amusement as he pushes the finger deeper until it's buried to the second knuckle. sandalphon is tight around him, but his desperate wanting hole almost seems to be sucking him in all on its own. ] Patience is a virtue, Supreme Primarch.

[ still, he pulls out slightly, placing a second finger alongside the first and thrusting back in in one rough movement. he wasn't there to see it, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the summon couldn't possibly have used anything other than spit to prep sandalphon with and it was probably in a hurry to claim sandy's virginity before any of the unconscious teammates could wake up and put a stop to it. ]

But I'm the opposite of virtuous, so you're in good company. [ he wasn't going to be too rough with his new toy, but now that sandalphon has confessed it isn't his first time after all he's all the more confident in his earlier assessment of sandalphon being an M. if he's trying to reenact his first time, then he'll want the prep to be similar as well. he probably likes the stretch and the ache—so belial begins to work the fingers out with long ragged strokes, scissoring him open while managing to avoid the prostate. ]

[ On his own end, Sandalphon isn't feeling especially virtuous either, but his mind can't even begin to be bothered by it. Not when, oh, that's better— much better. It's a bit of an odd feeling still, and not quite enough, not yet, and even Sandalphon's fuzzy mind can't miss how Belial so very clearly and deliberately avoids his sweet spot— as if he knows where it is without needing to find it himself by hand, and is that simply from experience or because he already knows Sandalphon's body this well?— but the movements of his fingers themselves across such a sensitive part of his body, rough and swift, tender and cruel, filling him up and stretching him with just bit of this sweet, satisfying ache that's so much like what he felt from the other Belial before, just enough of a little pain to not overtake the .

If he doesn't beg verbally, this time, for Belial to keep going, to touch him where he's avoiding, to add another finger, to fill him up further, it's only because he can't find the words for it or muster the will to utter anything nearly so articulate. ] L-like that... keep going.... [ He squirms and shifts in place, the movements of his body, the way he feels it tightens around Belial's fingers as if to keep them from ever pulling out, the expression on his face, his trembling lip and shaky limbs seemingly trying to make up for it on their own, to express what his words cannot. ]

[ hot. seeing him squirm under him makes him want to devour him whole and make sure nothing will ever compare to what belial can give him; even if he got over lucifer and moved on to greener pastures, no partner would be able to truly satisfy him. ]

Seeing you like this almost makes me wanna keep you in this state forever. [ he murmurs on a husky note, the nails on his other hand digging into sandalphon's thigh as he moves his fingers in a twisting motion, coating his insides with lubricant and prying him open further. ]

How would you feel about becoming my pet, Sandy? I'd pleasure you like this every day.

[ it's not a serious offer, but he's curious to hear sandalphon's response all the same; more ammo to tease him endlessly with later on. having sandalphon permanently charmed and in a pliant state would be fun and gratifying for a little while, but he knows that he'd quickly grow tired of it. he quite likes the sandalphon that glares daggers at him for the crime of existing in his general vicinity, the secret sadist that nearly toppled the world for petty reasons—it'd be such a waste to break him for good and take away those fun qualities.

his cock aches for attention, every sense throbbing with anticipation as he begins to work in a third finger, stretching him even further. he feels him clench around him as he picks up the pace, fingerfucking him until he feels loose enough for the main event; he abruptly pulls out, smiling wolfishly as he watches sandalphon's hole suddenly flutter around nothing. ]

[ The low, throaty moan with which Sandalphon responds to the suggestion of it is enough of an answer; as if just the thought of what Belial is describing to him is as good as the direct stimulation upon his body. This, every day? To stay like this forever, to wake up in Belial's bed every morning and go to bed in it every night; to be in this warm, happy fog all the time; to be touched like this and fucked, every day, endless pleasure under t hose skilled hands; and, he's not sure really what Belial means by pet, but he likes how it sounds. After all, to be a pet means to be tended to, cared for, indulged— and under someone as attentive as Belial, surely he'd be so well taken care of. Such simple words, painting a picture that seems to him as if it would be the peak of happiness. ]

Oh... I'd love that. [ These words don't feel strong enough, not true enough for how badly he wants it, how the second Belial suggested it he realized quickly he wants nothing more, but that, too, he struggles to articulate when everything else Belial is doing is so overwhelming and distracting. So, so hard to think through the sweet combination of pleasure and pain, the wonderfully sharp sting of nails on his bare thighs and the rough and cruel way those fingers wring out pleasure out of his body with precise, expert touches and strokes. Every touch and movement wrings out noise out of him, too, and he squeezes his eyes shut, unable to contain himself under such stimulation.

Then Belial pulls out all at once, so suddenly, so abruptly, and his body feels horribly empty and aches at the sudden denial of the relief it so needs. His eyes fly open, wide with panic and confusion, and he nearly wants to cry out, maybe scream, but instead what comes out out a small, pitiful noise much like a whine. He looks up at Belial with that wide-eyed expression, his shock and confusion settling into pleading dismay. ]

[ sandalphon's answer is predictable given his current state where he gladly goes along with anything belial suggests, but there's something gratifying in hearing the words anyway. the sandalphon that despises him so lies defenseless before him, wanting nothing more than to be fucked senseless by him, his mind nothing but a pleasant fog with no space left for intelligent thought. it's almost a shame lucifer isn't alive to witness this moment, watching sandalphon being reduced to a moaning mess. what would he think? would he be disappointed to see his successor bed his enemy? sad he never got to have a taste? for someone supposedly free of desire, he sure put a lot of effort into making sandalphon's legs as nice as possible... ]

I'd put a collar on you so everyone knows who you belong to. [ now that's a better thought than lucifer. maybe he'll look into buying a nice black leather collar with a ring to attach a leash to; it would look perfect on sandalphon. ]

You'd be free of all responsibilities and troubles and I'd treat you like a pampered little kitten—hey, don't look at me like that.

[ sandalphon's dismayed face is so cute, though. belial reaches down between his legs, spreading the leftover lubricant over his hardened length with a few hasty movements before pulling sandalphon's legs around his waist, hooking them behind him. grabbing sandalphon's hips in a bruising grip, he nudges the head of his cock against his entrance, teasing him for a couple of moments before—finally—thrusting into him, burying himself to the hilt in one go. ]

[ What a wonderful, wonderful thought— what a collar around his neck would feel like, how it would be to go about his day with the keen awareness of such a sensation, with Belial's ownership of him of him on blatant display and for everyone to see and know. To submit his body and mind to Belial completely— and in a way, hasn't he already?— and to be so totally taken care of, to be spoiled and indulged and freed completely of all difficulty in return. Belial's words paint such a heavenly picture, and he nearly aches with longing for the life he describes.

Before Sandalphon can articulate an answer or anything to say at all, how to express both his joy at the mental image and his plea to make it a reality, he notices Belial preparing himself, and finally Belial's putting his hands on him— powerful ands gripping him and digging into his delicate skin with the kind of roughness that hurts in the best way, with that sweet, loving cruelty interposed with indulgence that has characterized the way he has touched him, that he hopes will leave bruises as a mark. And then, the head of his cock nudging against his open entrance, just shy of going in, a point of the slightest contact, just the tease of that enough that this sensation in those few moments alone could almost drive him insane, and then, finally, mercifully, he's going inside.

Sandaphon throws his head back with a gasp, back moving up to arch, as Belial slides smoothly in all the way up into him, in one smooth, fluid motion and no resistance at all, lubrication and preparation smoothing away any potential difficult that his his soft pliant body hasn't already, willing and welcoming him in as if he belongs there. His first thought is oh, Belial's cock feels just like the summon's did— but it's better, much better, in ways he can't understand, and it makes his already. He feels as if a longing hunger that must have been there far, far before that incident has finally been sated, feels a relief so deep from the bottom of his heart that it's as if he released a breath he hasn't know he was holding for years— and a desperate desire not to ever feel that absence again, the delirious pleasure of having Belial inside him, leads Sandalphon to wrapping his legs a round Belial's waist, as tight as he can, with all the power he can muster, to keep him in there, to make sure he doesn't pull out or let go. ]

[ the fallen angel grunts as he begins to move, settling into a steady rhythm that's neither too fast nor too slow. controlled. he juts into that tight heat, his testicles slapping lewdly against sandalphon's ass with each slick pump. sweat is beading on his eyebrows and he bites his lip, looking at sandalphon with pupils blown so wide with arousal only a sliver of crimson remains visible. ]

You're so—ngh—fuckin' tight, Sandy.

[ it feels so good, almost too good to be real; he'd been fantasizing about having sandalphon squirming under him for a long time, since before the rebellion, but he didn't truly think it would be actually possible to bed him after lucifer's death; there's hate sex, and there's we're mortal enemies and i want to eviscerate you sex and the latter stays firmly in the realm of fantasy. but here they are, their bodies moving with heated friction, lust spiking through him every time sandalphon's back arches, every time a delicious gasp escapes his throat. it's almost as if the two of them were made just for this.

as he continues to thrust into him, he leans down to press his mouth to hot skin, slowly trailing kisses from his collarbone to his left nipple, taking it between his teeth and applying a light pressure. ]

[ This, right here— this what was Sandalphon wanted to feel again, but it's just like Belial said, even better. He's not sure what the difference is, if it's just the physical comfort of being on a bed instead of on the bare ground, the slower buildup, or just something that the real Belial has which the summon lacks, but it makes everything feel so much better; the pleasure more intense, lasting and staying longer, easier to sink into, the sweet relief so much more satisfying and so much better. Sandalphon understands this in some way, more than he really thinks it, the sensations that come from it all so mind-melting that whatever functional thought processes has been left to him break down in the sight of it.

All he knows is that Belial's force of movement overwhelms him, his touch sweeping him over like a massive ocean wave, and he lets himself be carried by it, his body giving in to both the force and the pleasure; that when he meets Belial's eye again with his own hazy, unfocused gaze, the expression on his face, the deep dark pools his eyes have turned to, is almost too overwhelming to look at; that his own voice breaks out of his control, that he gasps and moans in rhythm to every thrust and wet, lewd touch between their bodies without even doing so knowingly, hearing the noises come bursting from his own throat as if listening to it from afar.

Belial's teeth on him break out another loud, sharp noise at the spark of pleasure that seems to short-circuit his already hazy mind; he cries out something that might be Belial's name, slurred and messy as if he had forgotten how to speak at all. ]

[ belial's breath hitches when sandalphon moans what might've been his name and the next thrust comes much faster; he breaks into a faster rhythm and his nails dig into his hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks behind. even with a primal beast's ability to heal up quickly, they're surely going to linger for at least the next hour or so as physical proof of what belial has done to him.

he rolls the taut nub between his teeth, then lets go to flick his tongue over it, soothing the sting away into a pulsing bliss. then he takes it between his teeth once more, bringing him back to the edge between pain and pleasure as he sucks and nips at the tender flesh. he leaves it throbbing and covered with his saliva as he switches to the other one, feeling the faint hum of sandalphon's core pulsing in time with his heartbeat against his mouth—a light but indescribable sensation, the kind that he can only experience with beings like himself, never with mortals. ]

Nhh— [ he gives it the same treatment before letting go, straightening his back. the fog of pleasure is getting thicker and thicker, making it harder to think. ] —C'mon, I wanna hear you call me Daddy at least once.

[ his hand slips from sandalphon's hip and he unhooks one leg from around his waist, lifting it over his shoulder instead. from there it's easy to twist sandalphon's body onto its side and hammer into him, sidewinder style. ]

[ He feels Belial everywhere; around him, on him, inside him, on every sensitive point of his body, and it's almost too much. The ministrations of Belial's mouth and tongue on his chest draw out shivers and moans from his trembling body and hoarse throat, combined with the pounding thrusts of his cock inside him; his body taken and claimed each time, with each touch, with each gesture. It's almost too much, but it's Belial, and so Sandalphon can't get enough. He feels his climax already approaching, and at once finds himself wanting it to hurry up and take him faster, and to stave it off so he can revel in and savor this mindless pleasure longer.

Then, just as he thinks it can't get any better, Belial switches into a position that makes his thrusts hit harder, makes his legs spread wider, makes the access to his prostate all the easier, and Sandalphon keens and cries out, eyes crossing as Belial slams, again and again and again, right into a spot inside him that makes his senses short-circuit, vision blurring with dark spots and sparks of pleasure bursting like fireworks. He doesn't even have the mental faculties to focus on anything beyond that, to question Belial's command as he would earlier, to hesitate, to consciously obey: his mind a scrambled mess, his lips and tongue move on their own, truly at their wits end, struggling to form any words at all: ]

D—... ah... [ His voice comes out soft, slurred with moans: ] ...D-daddy....

[ Another hit, another moan: Sandalphon's eyes roll over, his open mouth slack and drool dropping from his lips. He has no mind to think about just how debauched he looks, not in this heavenly pleasure that Belial keeps giving him as if it's eternal. ]