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“This is humiliating." Mephiles hissed out, an unwanted flush spreading across his cheeks as he tugged hopelessly at the short skirt that only seemed to get shorter with every moment. If he tugged it forward, then his backside was exposed; if he tugged it backwards to cover himself, then his front would be shown to the world. With the tight corset that sat just beneath his chest, there was no tugging the dress downwards either. It was perfectly set up so no matter what Mephiles did, he was left exposed and helpless. How terrible. Him! Helpless! Pathetic!
Here he was, a semi-god with powers beyond mortal comprehension, beyond what any being on Mobius could understand, the ability to traverse space and time, to exist when he, physically, should be erased from the timeline, in a maid dress.
The dress was black and white with frills and ruffles and lace. It had no sleeves, just adorable little ruffles that arched around his shoulders, and a rather low bust that nearly threatened to slip down his chest. There were cute, little white bows along the black corset that connected the top and skirt together, a sparkly white lining around it. The skirt itself was mostly black, with a white lace trim and white ruffles around the inside of the skirt. Then, of course, the pièce de résistance, the stupid, stupid, white apron that sat right on top. It wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, but him simply being in it made him want to scream!
There was something unique about Mephiles’ body, something that most people never got to see. It was difficult to explain, so he often likened himself to a mannequin. An uncanny visage of the Mobian form, unfinished, but ready to pretend. Even after stealing Shadow’s likeness, he was still…unfinished. No amount of stolen hedgehog mien would ever complete him. His body did this funny, funny, little thing where, if he put on a piece of clothing that would look odd or strange on him, it would simply…fill itself out.
Nothing to the extreme of course, but in a dress like this, with such visible cleavage, and a corset that pushed his chest upwards, he was sort of forced to give himself a little…help. He refused to do anything more than a little, the leering from the bastard who convinced him into this ridiculous getup was bad enough as it was.
Mephiles wouldn’t—couldn’t—meet his eyes. He was, well, he was afraid of what he would find in those beautiful, mismatched eyes.
“You got what you wanted, are we done here?” Mephiles asked, running a hand over his quills, the gloves on his hands also being white and lacey and adorable. His shoes were replaced with black stockings. The jackal had asked him to wear some garters with them, but that was a step too far for the dark. Being in the dress and stockings was enough, thank you. “I need this awful thing off of me.”
“No no no!” A pair of hands wrapped around his torso, grasping tightly at his slim waist. He’s pulled flush against the jackal, forced onto his tiptoes to avoid being lifted off of the ground entirely. “Not yet, please, amore mio.”
Infinite’s face was nuzzled into his neck, which made him huff in annoyance. At the very least, his quills and muzzle weren’t being scraped by the cold metal of his mask. That had been part of the arrangement: Mephiles would wear this ridiculous outfit, and Infinite would keep his mask off. He had been hesitant at first, but he seemed desperate to have Mephiles in costume, so he was willing to forgo the mask in exchange. If Mephiles was forced to be uncomfortable, then so would Infinite. Although, Mephiles did love that mask. What a sexy accessory. It struck fear in the hearts of his enemies and struck heat in Mephiles’ heart (and in…other places).
“After all…it’s not complete yet.”
“What?!” Mephiles barked as Infinite pulled away, wandering over to the sofa and rummaging through his bag, his large, fluffy tail wagging about a million miles a minute behind him. Besides the maid outfit, who knows what else was inside? More implements of torture, Mephiels was sure. “What’s next? You’ll want me to call you ‘Master Infinite’ and bend over a table seductively?”
“Would you?” Infinite asked, stopping mid-motion, ears perking up.
“Absolutely not.”
“Tsk.” Infinite sighed, going back to rummaging through his bags.
Mephiles kept adjusting his skirt, emerald eyes twitching as it was never quite right.
Always exposed. Just as Infinite wanted him to be.
“Ta~da!” Infinite grinned, tail swishing behind him as he held something up in his hands. It was circular, white, with some ruby red accents. There was something that jingled on the front, and-
Oh no.
“It’ll complete the look, I promise.”
“I’m not your pet.” Mephiles hissed, back up against the kitchen island, his eyes not leaving the collar in Infinite’s grasp. It was made of some white fabric with frills and lace, and a red ribbon around the center that became a bow with a silver bell hanging on it. Each step Infinite took towards him, the bell jingled softly, and something tightened in Mephiles’ throat.
“I know that! You’re everything to me. Please?” Infinite stopped just in front of Mephiles, his free hand grasping onto Mephiles’ hip. “Just try it, hm? If you really hate it, I’ll take it off, okay?”
“Don’t talk down to me.” With a huff, Mephiles pushed Infinite back, giving him room to take a step forward and turn around. He ran a hand through his quills before lifting up the back ones, presenting his neck to Infinite. He went to say something, anything, but nothing came out. He stares down at the floor, the skirt of the dress covering his feet. Infinite is just as wordless as he comes up behind Mephiles, the white and red collar coming up in front of his face before dipping down to where he couldn’t see it. If he had a mouth, he would’ve bitten Infinite’s hands when they were in front of his muzzle. The collar is placed around his neck and tightened appropriately, noticeable but not obnoxious.
“Is that too tight?”
“It is acceptable.”
“Perfect. Let me see you.”
The bell jingled as Mephiles turned around to face Infinite, a sound he would, begrudgingly, have to get used to. Infinite stared at him, hands put up to his muzzle in surprise. Those eyes trailed down his body slowly, taking in each and every inch of his current appearance. Mephiles’ nose twitched in disgust as a certain appendage of Infinite’s began to rear its head out of the pouch between his legs.
“This cannot possibly be that…alluring to you.”
“Oooh, but it is.” Infinite said, popping his hip to the side, running a hand across his muzzle. He moved his finger in a circle, “Do a twirl for me.”
“You jest.”
“I am not.” The tone in Infinite’s voice was stern, “Twirl, Mephiles.”
Mephiles should have lunged at him. He should have sent a spear of light right through the jackal’s sex-addicted head. He should have torn the outfit right off of him, tossed the collar to the side, and strangled Infinite until he fainted. He should have struck Infinite until he cried, a wailing beaten mess on the floor for Mephiles.
Unfortunately, Mephiles did none of those things.
Instead, Mephiles did a shy twirl for Infinite, wearing a scowl on his flushed, grey face.
“Chaos, you’re perfect.” Infinite took a step closer, a tongue running over his lips as if Mephiles was a dessert waiting to be picked apart and devoured. “Can you curtsy for me?”
“I’d rather die.”
“So dramatic…!” Infinite laughed, putting a hand to his chest as he wandered closer to Mephiles, who was slowly inching back further into the kitchen. He wasn’t frightened of Infinite, he couldn’t be. In truth, he was scared of himself, of his want. Not the jackal’s. If he truly hated what was happening, he had all the power in the world to stop it. He had all the power in the world and yet…here he was, wearing a costume and posturing for another. The fact that he, too, was enjoying it was pissing him off more than anything else. “Good lord! What a mean look on your face!”
“Just for you, master.” Mephiles spat, jolting as he bumped up against the corner of the countertop. Infinite had pinned him here on purpose. On purpose, and he hadn’t even noticed! What was he doing?! What was-
“Have I been working you too hard?” Infinite murmured, running a hand down Mephiles’ side, unable to keep his hands to himself. They were barely a few inches away from each other, Infinite keeping his posture wide to stop Mephiles from squirming out of the corner he had found himself in. Infinite caressed the side of Mephiles’ face, the first action from the jackal that he didn’t outright detest, “Such a sour look from my pretty maid…”
“Tch. Begone with you.” Mephiles scoffed, waving his hand in Infinite’s direction to shoo him away. He didn’t really want Infinite to leave him alone, of course, but he supposed as long as he was playing the role of a disobedient maid to Infinite’s ‘master of the house,’ then he would at least try to play along. It felt…silly but as long as he got what he deserved in the end, then Mephiles would play however Infinite wanted him too.
“You know I can’t do that.” His hand trailed down Mephiles’ side, resting up by his ribcage. His thumb rubbed over the seam of the corset, a warmth against Mephiles’ naturally cold side. “You’ve been in such a mood lately, amore mio. You’ve barely been doing your job properly…I’d think you were sick if I didn’t know better.”
Mephiles balked at that. His job. Of cleaning.
A demi god! Cleaning a house for a mortal! The idea makes him want to puke. Maybe he would, if he had a mouth to do so.
“Let go of me…!” Mephiles hissed, pressing his hand against Infinite’s chest, settling just below the Phantom Ruby embedded in his chest. Even in games like these, he knew better than to try and grab at it, just as Infinite knew not to grab at his mouthless muzzle. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease the stupid rock, however. His claws were pressed up against Infinite, genuinely trying to push him away.
“You’re not even denying it! You know you’re being bad.” Infinite clicked his teeth, shaking his head. He grabbed Mephiles’ hand and pried it away from his chest. He intertwined their fingers, which Mephiles didn’t fight, before using his free hand to grasp Mephiles’ waist and yank! him close. He grasped at the bell around his neck as it jingled, desperate to make it shut. up. He felt Infinite’s bulge poke at the skirt of his dress, his head turning away from the jackal entirely. That was a whole…package that he would have to deal with eventually, but he certainly wasn’t about to deal with it now! “That’s alright, though.”
Infinite’s voice was close to his ear, which flicked instinctually as Infinite leaned in closer, keeping Mephiles pressed against his chest. The ruby pushed against his cleavage, which forced a grunt out of him as he attempted to squirm away. Infinite’s grip on him was tight, nearly oppressive, and it was almost startling.
“I could never be truly mad at you.” Infinite pulled back enough to grab Mephiles’ muzzle loosely, his head tilted upwards. There was a soft yet devious look on his face, which only managed to freak Mephiles out more. He had been on the receiving end of Infinite’s looks before, almost all the time. Whether it’d be glares or looks of love, they were only for Mephiles, and most of the time Mephiles relished in it. He loved to see the look of surprise when Infinite was startled, when he would grab him by the base of his tail, hoist it towards his face, and then take him apart. Only Mephiles got looks of surprise and hate and love all twisted into one beautiful expression before collapsing into a look of mind-numbing pleasure, and he supposed that part of that was getting rather terrifying looks of sheer genuine effascination.
Mephiles attempted to free himself from Infinite’s grasp, although he’s not sure where he would’ve gone had he succeeded. Infinite would’ve chased and caught up to him eventually. Perhaps he should run, to give Infinite a chance to hunt. Mephiles had never been the hunted before…
“You’re my pretty doll, Meph. A perfect, one-of-a-kind toy for me and me alone.”
“Toy?!” Mephiles hissed, startled and a blush grew on his cheeks. “I am not a doll, nor am I anything close to a toy.”
“Tsk. You’re so tense, so quick to argue with your master.” Infinite shook his head as Mephiles glared daggers at him, a hand pushing up against his chest, just beneath the ruby. He was going to fight to free himself if the jackal tried to push him any further. “Which is why I think I’ve been not giving you adequate attention. You can be so good for me when you want to, but look at you now. Not wanting to. I think I need to make you remember why you’re my love in the first place, why you let yourself wear these ravishing outfits for me, and reteach exactly why you adore me so, since you seem to be eager to forget your place.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You’re perfect. You know that, don’t you? Do I not tell you that enough? Clearly you don’t think it’s true, considering how badly you want to hide your ambrosian body from me…” Infinite murmured as he got closer to Mephiles’ ears, pressing his lips against one of the ears on the top of his head, causing it to flick in response. Another kiss against the side of his face, then his cheek, then where his mouth would be, and it dawned on Mephiles that Infinite was going down. He shivered as Infinite’s hands slowly trailed down his body as he slowly got down on his knees, his hands fluffing up the skirt of Mephiles’ dress before settling down fully onto the kitchen floor. His hands rested on Mephiles’ thighs that were hopelessly exposed thanks to the length of the dress, and no matter what he did now, Infinite had a straight, adequately exposed view of his crotch.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Mephiles hissed, the bell on his collar jingling as he turned his head away in disgust.
“I’m going to remind you just how much I love you, il mio principe delle tenebre.”
Mephiles nearly kneed Infinite in the face as the jackal dipped his head beneath the skirt of the dress, his hands crawling up the outsides of his thighs. He pressed his thighs together. Hard. If Infinite wanted him, he would have to pry him open.
“Oh come on, now.” Infinite huffed, his thumbs rubbing small circles around the outer of Mephiles’ thighs, as if trying to coax them open. It was futile, of course. Beneath the skirt there was nothing, no underwear, no panties or boxers, not even a pair of shorts. With each movement, the stockings that Infinite insisted he wear got closer and closer to falling down his legs. They had already begun to bunch up at his ankles, and he suspected that Infinite had no intention of pulling them up for him. Bastard. Infinite didn’t need his thighs apart to do as he wished with his body, but he wanted them open, and that was unacceptable. If he wanted to please Mephiles, then he would have to work for it. “You can’t hide from me, Meph.”
Kisses are peppered from the inner of his leg to his upper thigh, lips just narrowly avoiding the pouch that kept his cock sheathed. It was a strange feeling, as in his true form, he had no need for such…body parts. Yet, when he was like this, his body stolen from Shadow, he had no choice but to have a sheath and a penis and all of the things that made Mobians Mobian. He shivered as Infinite’s tongue pressed against his crotch, gently lapping at it, to try and pry his cock from his sheath. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, let that happen so quickly, no matter how much he wanted it too.
Yes…Mephiles knew Infinite’s mouth well, and his talents that he could perform with it. To deny that would be to deny the very existence of the sun or the beauty of the sea. Infinite’s mouth felt good, when he bothered to pull it out from behind the mask and use it properly. Most of the time it was Mephiles pushing his way inside Infinite’s mouth, using his thumb to open up the jackal’s mouth and keeping him from biting, something he knew Infinite wasn’t against doing.
Infinite wouldn’t bite him if he was like this. Hot and bothered and pliable. Oh yes, how he hated the idea of him being so easily melded by Infinite’s hands and words. The attention Infinite gave him was wanted, sure, but not like this…! Not with his body pinned against a countertop, in a maid outfit, with a collar around his neck that jingled every time he twisted and turned his head. Shameful; it was shameful and humiliating and-
“Chaos…!”
“There we go…” Infinite chuckled, a tone in his voice that was only reserved for prey, for beings that Infinite sought to devour, either for his own pleasure or their pain, often both. It was a tone that he took with Mephiles on the few occasions where he allowed himself to submit to the jackal, a chance where he got to play the role of being prey. A feeling that both terrified and thrilled Mephiles beyond belief. He shivered, the feeling of his penis slipping out of his sheath, destroying his carefully crafted persona. There was part of him that wanted to kick Infinite away, throw another tantrum, but he couldn’t. Not when Infinite was cooing at him like the world belonged to him. “You’re so so good for me. So perfect and beautiful, you know that?”
A low grunt is squeezed from Mephiles’ throat as Infinite’s tongue runs over the base of his cock, an affectionate kiss being pressed against the tip before he pulls away.
“Every inch of you exists for me. And I love that. You’re mine, Mephiles.” Infinite paused, and Mephiles was thankful he couldn’t see his face, couldn’t see the cruel grin that he knew was forming on Infinite’s muzzle. Whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to be terrible. “I want you to say it, Mephiles. Tell me that you’re mine.”
Right on cue, terrible words coming out of a terrible jackal.
If Mephiles had lips, he would bite them, so instead he opted to shake his head, the bell jingling as his head moved. His hands were too busy stabilizing himself against the counter to stop it, the soft ringing mocking him with every movement.
“No?” Infinite didn’t even need to pop up from under his skirt to know what Mephiles had done. “Oho…Meph, sweetheart…”
“Don’t-” Mephiles wasn’t sure what he was going to say, perhaps a don’t take that tone with me or a slightly stronger don’t call me that, but instead, he faltered. Infinite took the tip of his cock into his mouth, suckling it slowly, with the intention of not bringing pleasure, but rather to tease. Infinite was good at teasing, pulling out sounds that were otherwise trapped behind Mephiles’ ego. He threw his head back, a strangled whine leaving him, punctuated by the taunting jingle of the bell. “Please…!”
“Say you’re mine and I’ll treat you right, tesoro. I don’t like teasing you as much as you like to be teased.”
Mephiles knew he was lying, there was no way that he disliked teasing him, considering how good he was at it. His mouth stayed latched onto the tip of his cock, his hands pushing Mephiles’ thighs back into the counter to stop him from bucking his hips forward and forcing himself down Infinite’s throat. Infinite’s lips nursed the tip, gently suckling on the precum that formed, his penis growing harder with each gentle suck. It didn’t hurt, but it certainly wasn’t pleasurable. It walked the fine line between a mild annoyance and a soft pleasure, a line Infinite excelled at walking.
Each moment that passed forced heavy breaths out of Mephiles’ nose, his legs trembling, was a moment that he considered falling into Infinite’s demands. All he had to do was say the words that Infinite so desperately wanted to hear. It’d be so easy if it wasn’t disastrous.
To admit that he, a half-god, a being made from the sun and hope itself, killer of Sonic the Hedgehog, beyond time itself, belonged to, was owned by, some mortal with more complexes than the sky had stars, made him want to scream. There was much he should do in this situation: he should turn it around, bend Infinite over, grab him by that massive tail of his and show him just how much it was Mephiles who owned him.
Yet…he couldn’t. He should, and he could, of course, but his body simply wouldn’t let him. There was something addictive, pleasurable, in giving himself up entirely to Infinite. Mephiles wanted to scream. How dare his body betray him so, how dare his mind not be stronger? It was easy to submit to Infinite, he knew it was. He had done it before, he had seen others do it before (with his consent, of course, he loved watching mortals break under his beloved jackal), but to outright admit that he belonged to Infinite? Like he was some toy or precious jewel? The idea made him want to throw up, and he didn’t even have a mouth to throw up with! His mind couldn’t make him do it, no matter how badly his body wanted it.
Yet…perhaps this was simply part of the game. Their little act that they had been doing. Mephiles the Dark certainly wouldn’t admit to being owned, but perhaps Mephiles the Maid would…
Ohh yes, he could play into that role quite nicely.
“Infinite…” He heaved, attempting to buck his hips forward once more to no avail. Infinite’s mouth didn’t let go, but the jackal did hum in recognition, one of his ears swiveling forward, shifting the skirt they were trapped under. He whined, searching for the words. “I’m yours. All yours!”
Much to Mephiles’ surprise, Infinite didn’t pull away to praise or mock him, instead, the jackal simply went deeper. He took all of Mephiles’ dick in his mouth, only making a small grunt as his lips reached the base. His tongue stayed pressed up against the bottom of his shaft, sucking on the length of it. Mephiles threw his head back, exhaling deeply through his nose, unable to pant. Infinite rubbed circles into Mephiles’ thighs, cupping the dark’s muscles tightly, helping him stay stable despite the shaking in his knees. If it weren’t for Infinite’s hands and his own digging into the kitchen counter-top, Mephiles wasn’t sure if he would still be upright.
“Ah-! Hey!” Mephiles hissed, his head snapping down to look at his skirt, attempting to burn a hole right through the fabric to glare at Infinite. The middle of his cock had brushed up against something hard and sharp, which made him jump, “Your teeth…! Watch it!”
“Mmmh…Sorry,” Infinite muttered, pulling away from Mephiles’ penis for a moment. Kisses are peppered around his dick, affectionate and soft, even apologetic, if that was a feeling that Infinite could feel. After a moment, he continued his work, taking all of Mephiles into his mouth at once. He sucked, not caring as his own drool dribbled down his chin, the wetter the better, in his honest opinion.
It was easy to get Mephiles to a place of complete bliss. Infinite knew Mephiles well, inside and out, and he knew exactly how to please him. He didn’t stop his pace as Mephiles grew hard, still continuing to stroke out soft moans of pleasure from his being of darkness. Beads of sweat dripped down Mephiles’ face as he felt himself grow closer and closer to the edge, the feeling of Infinite’s tongue licking at the bottom of his cock was driving him crazy. Infinite’s lips felt like a tight ring around the base of his dick, his mouth a perfectly warm, wet cavern that just seemed to suck him in. Now that Infinite was giving him what he wanted and how he wanted it, pleasure crashed into his body.
“No need to hold yourself back,” Infinite cooed, a twisted grin going on his face as he heard Mephiles’ annoyed grunt as he pulled away. Mephiles was close, but Infinite knew that he wouldn’t beg for it. No matter the position, the place, the dynamic or the roles they filled, it was simply something the Dark didn’t do, and Infinite had learned to tolerate it. He wished he could get Mephiles there, to a point of begging and whining for pleasure and release, but it simply wasn’t meant to be. The closest he could get was to make his beloved demi-god grunt and huff like a dog in heat, and, frankly? That was good enough for him. “You’ve been so sweet, and you taste so good, mio dolce. You can come for me, go right ahead.”
When Mephiles bucked his hips forward, Infinite didn’t stop him. He took all of Mephiles’ cock in his mouth, a moan being forced out of his lips as he struggled to latch on like he did before. Mephiles had begun to do the work himself, thrusting his hips back and forth feverishly, and Infinite let him.
Let the poor, sweet, thing do as he pleases. Infinite had other plans for him.
“In-Infinite!” Mephiles groaned out. If Infinite could count on him for one thing, it would be that Mephiles always got his entire name out when he moaned. It was addictive, and Infinite wished that he could have the sound of Mephiles saying his name in pleasure on loop in his mind. There was nothing better than having the real thing cry out for him, though. “I’m close. Don’t- Don’t you dare move.”
No, Infinite wouldn’t dare.
Infinite wrapped his arms around Mephiles’ waist, a moan getting caught in his throat as Mephiles came. Ecstasy and pleasure slammed into Mephiles in waves, his knees going weak as he relied on Infinite to keep himself stable. To say that he didn’t enjoy the feeling of a blissful orgasm would be a lie, but he always felt a sort of shame about it afterwards. To fall deep into such pleasure was something only reserved for mortals, something that should be brought upon them and not the Gods who ruled over them. His inability to fight it, to always fall into the waves of pleasure that Infinite brought him, felt as shameful as it did good. Every time he felt this way, and every time Infinite took him, he let it happen.
“Shh, don’t make that face.” Mephiles hadn’t realized that Infinite had pulled away, freeing himself from the net that was his skirt. He was suddenly hyperaware of the costume he was in, how the fabric stuck to his curves and how the soft ruffles felt against his thighs and upper arms. Humiliating. All of this was ridiculous and humiliating. What was he thinking?! “You were perfect, for me.”
Kisses are peppered along his mouthless muzzle, soft and delicate, like he was fine china. He’s pressed up as close as he can be against Infinite, whose arms are wrapped around his waist like a snake, his hands inching dangerously close to his tail and rear end. He shifted, his cock not yet resheathing itself and feeling rather uncomfortable rubbing up between the fabric of his skirt and Infinite’s legs. He huffed as he leaned into Infinite’s hold, his arms wrapped around the jackal’s shoulders, defeated.
“You always make such a sour face when I have you like this. It’s not fair, you know?” Infinite sighed, lifting one of his hands to stroke Mephiles’ face and quills. A soft purr was forced out of the dark, the clicking unnatural and uncanny, not like any other hedgehog’s purr, but Infinite relished in it anyway. He couldn’t help but place more kisses along Mephiles’ face, ignoring the fact that he still had the taste of cum along his lips. He spoke in between each caress of his lips, punctuating his words, “Mio principe delle tenebre, you’re so handsome, even when you pout like this. You’re perfectly made, hand-crafted just for me.”
“Infinite…” Mephiles scoffed, rolling his eyes, although he couldn’t deny that he disliked the attention. He did love the attention Infinite gave him, even when he was in a maid dress and completely humiliated.
“No need to speak, not when you still have so much to do.”
“What?”
“That was to get you loosened up, tesoro. I’m still your master,” Mephiles wanted to gag at that, “And you’re still mine. You have work to do.”
“Which is…?”
Infinite smiled at him and before he could react, he was spun around by his waist, his stomach pressed against the edge of the counter. He leaned forward, his arms crossed on top of each other, resting on the counter. He knew immediately what Infinite was doing, and he didn’t bother fighting it.
“Good boy…” Infinite crooned as his hands wandered down Mephiles’ sides, finally landing on the back of his thighs. One of his hands brushed up against his tail, pushing it upwards. “You’re beautiful when you present yourself to me like this.”
“As if you didn’t bend me over yourself.”
“Hah!” Infinite barked, shoving his face forwards into Mephiles’ neck, deeply inhaling his scent. He was lucky and he knew it. He nuzzled into the dark’s neck, grinding his hips into Mephiles’ ass, preparing himself. He could feel himself wanting to shove himself inside already, but he had to be patient, no matter how much he hated it. “I like you this way, and I think you know that you like it too.”
Mephiles didn’t say anything as he leaned his face into the cold counter top, his tail wagging slowly in Infinite’s hands.
“I’m going to take you the way I want you, and then you can do your job and clean after yourself.” Infinite said, as if Mephiles was going to intentionally stay in that ridiculous costume any longer than necessary. He nipped at Mephiles’ neck, earning a grunt from the other. “I’m going to make you mine, Mephiles.”
…Mephiles couldn’t deny he liked the sound of that.
“Very well, then.” He glanced back, behind him, ignoring the heat beginning to build near his backside. His emerald eyes met the mismatched eyes of his ridiculous (but ever-so attractive) jackal as he spoke, “Take me.”