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Noli was staring at him, perfectly still. His chest didn’t move with his breaths- of course it didn’t. He didn’t need to breathe. And he didn’t need to pretend to anymore.
007n7 licked his lips. His voice sounded stilted when it filled the room, pressing uncomfortably against the silence.
“So you’re a God.”
“Somewhat. There are many of us. It’s not that special-” Noli started, voice unnervingly quiet.
“-And you’re one of the important ones.” 007n7 interrupted.
“...Yes.”
There was a beat of thick, cloying silence again. 007n7’s tail was coiling strangely behind him, winding around itself in anxious knots as his brows furrowed. He looked like he was deciding something. For the first time in a thousand years Noli felt dread.
007n7 was feeling something decidedly different.
He’d suspected for a while that something was… off, with his roommate. Minor slips of the tongue here and there, a lack of knowledge on mortal health- or mortal anything, really- that 007n7 picked up on quickly. And the way he was fascinated with every part of 007n7’s body he could reach, black claws tracing his skin with a little more than just affection.
But this? This had properly stunned him.
A God.
007n7’s lips started to twist upwards wickedly, tail ceasing its curling to lash behind him instead. His eyes glinted a sick, hungry yellow.
A God that loved him. That worshipped him, even.
The nasty little coil of pride in his chest sang.
“Tell me. What you are.”
He demanded, watching eagerly as Noli scrambled to comply. He looked nervous, fidgeting with his hands as 007n7 crawled closer to him, black eyes flitting over his face as he tried to figure out what 007n7’s expression meant, if he was going to freak out, if Noli was going to lose him-
Hah. As if. Good luck getting rid of him now.
“-I’m an older deity. I wasn’t… appointed, at least not by anything anyone can remember. I wasn’t conscious for most of it, but I’ve been around for a good hundred million years or so.”
007n7 stalked closer for a moment then paused, completely distracted as soon as he comprehended his statement.
“YOU SAW DINOSAURS?!”
Noli startled a little at the sudden yell, then seemed to almost deflate in relief when he caught the glint of manic glee in 007n7’s eyes.
“Yes. I was asleep for most of that time, but I did see some nice ones.”
007n7 shook his head and got back on track, making a mental note to harass Noli for details later. Dinosaurs. Fuck, he had so many new ways to insult Noli now. He was, literally, ancient.
“Tell me more.”
He hopped over the short gap between their beds like a cat and continued creeping forwards. Noli looked like he wanted to lean away from 007n7’s eerily focused stare but didn’t know if he could get away with it, and he almost purred. Good. Noli should be nervous, should be tracking 007n7’s responses, should be staring at him with wide eyes like 007n7 was a circling tiger waiting for a moment of distraction to pounce. He didn’t care if the logical part of him knew that he couldn’t hurt Noli in any meaningful way, that any shred of control he had was willingly given. The rest of him just wanted Noli to keep obeying.
“I- I reign over the void. I’m the God of Nothing. I swear that’s more impressive than it sounds-”
“More.” 007n7 snarled.
“I have a cult? -Waitwaitwait what are you-”
007n7 pushed his legs open and settled between them as Noli yelped. His hands instinctively came up to 007n7’s shoulders, claws latching on as he suddenly seemed to recognize the eager lash of his tail and the greedy look in his eyes.
“You- you’re not scared.”
He looked baffled. 007n7 crawled a little closer, feeling Noli’s cold body press flush against his own- that earnt him a hitch of breath and 007n7 purred. A God. He had a God under him, eyes wide and face flushed, reacting to the warm weight of 007n7 sprawled on top of him.
“...Seven. Are you..?”
007n7 answered the unfinished question with a slow roll of his hips against Noli’s, heat pooling in his gut already. His voice was faintly raspy when he spoke, eyes not leaving Noli’s face.
“Idiot. Haven’t I told you that power turns me on?”
Noli stiffened under him, eyes going even wider. 007n7 angled his hips down and rutted against him, already impatient, his tail lashing triumphantly when he felt something squirm against his crotch.
“A-Ah. Oh.”
007n7 leaned in, head already feeling fuzzy from how easily Noli was letting him do this to him, he had a fucking deity looking up at him like he hung the stars- and whispered in his ear, voice tight with need.
“Fuck me. Fuck me in your real form.”
Noli’s hips stuttered upwards involuntarily and 007n7 knew he had him. He fought hard to keep his composure, but 007n7 could hear his desperation in the short, strangled little whimper he let out when 007n7’s tail slipped around his thigh. Coiling dangerously close to his crotch, tightening and loosening in rhythmic pulses he knew drove him crazy- divine or not, he was still Noli.
“I can’t do that.”
His voice sounded tight with need but apologetic and 007n7 growled, levelling sharp yellow eyes at him as Noli gulped.
“You can’t? Or you won’t?”
“You don’t know what a deity's true form would do to you, Seven. It’s not just monstrous. It would break your mind.”
007n7 licked his lips again and Noli groaned, burying his face in his hands.
“Sev can you stop thinking with your pussy for five fucking seconds-”
Frustration leaked into his voice and made it crackle at the edges with something different, a hairline fracture in the facade of normalcy Noli crafted so carefully. It made 007n7 feel almost dizzy with need. He wanted Noli to stop hiding already, stop holding back whatever fucked-up powers he was keeping away from 007n7 to make him feel safer, and he wanted it now.
“If it’d break my mind, then it’d shut me up, right? Cus otherwise I’m just gonna keep talking. This sounds like a win-win, is all I’m saying.”
Noli’s hips jerked again.This time, 007n7 grinded down into him hard, the soft flesh of his pussy squishing against Noli’s crotch and he finally tightened his claws on 007n7’s shoulders and flipped them both. 007n7’s back hit the mattress and he was already squirming, back arching to try to lure Noli close enough to rut against now that he wasn’t on top. He let out another low, satisfied noise and Noli huffed at him.
“You have got to be the bravest mortal I’ve ever met. And it’s not for love, or glory, or anything noble. You just want dick.”
He sounded so fondly annoyed that 007n7’s eyes crinkled in a wide grin.
“Yours, specifically.” He said, trying to sound romantic. Noli didn’t seem to buy it.
“Because I let you bite me.”
“Because you let me bite you.” 007n7 agreed and snapped his wicked canines for emphasis. “You can handle me, Nols. That’s not exactly common.”
“It isn’t? You want to be handled. It’s really obvious.”
007n7 pouted up at him and sneakily coiled his tail around his leg until he could yank him down, his arms snaking around Noli’s shoulders as soon as his body collided with him. He got a blink of sweet, sweet friction- rutting against him with a needy little motion that he would’ve been horrifically embarrassed about if it wasn’t Noli on top of him- before Noli was propping himself up again and giving 007n7 a dirty look.
“...You’re not going to stop until you see my true form.”
There were so many layers to his tone. The surface-level annoyance, of course, the flimsy act he plastered on. But then the eagerness, the hunger that 007n7 could always recognize because it resonated so prettily with his own. Relief, too, buried under them both. He had really thought that 007n7 would be scared of him. Stupid. Fear has only ever made 007n7 wetter.
“Nope. So you’re going to give it to me.”
He raised his hips and Noli tutted, confidence sliding back into his voice. 007n7’s usual brattiness was a soothing balm to his nerves, familiar and infuriating, bossy enough for Noli to know exactly how badly he wanted it. He saw Noli relax almost imperceptibly, and his tail flicked in triumph..
I win. I win and I’m gonna get what I want.
That sweet mantra ran through his head on loop as his tail started wagging, Noli acknowledging it with an amused huff and a short pat to the spaded tip.
“Alright, fine. But not… here. I wouldn’t fit.”
I WIN.
007n7’s ears pricked and he absolutely did not start drooling. His tail lashed harder behind him, cutting through the air wildly with glee. Fuck, he was actually doing this. He was gonna bang a deity. Or get banged by one, whatever. The anticipation was making heat coil low in his stomach, cunt clenching greedily now that it knew what it was about to get. Noli was already big in this form. Big enough to make his pussy stretch around him even when he was being gentle, silencing 007n7’s quips with the heady bliss of fullness. He didn’t know how much more of that he could take but sweet Telamon did he want to find out.
“Where, then?”
Noli looked stupidly bashful. “...My temple.”
007n7 felt his mind get a little fuzzier. Noli was this powerful and he’d bagged him. Man, he was just that fucking good.
He nodded quickly and felt the icy sparks of Noli’s power on his skin as he teleported them both to an obnoxiously large… throne room?
Ohhh, Admins. He was in deep now.
The room was built from cold, intricately carved stone, dark grey with an intriguing violet tint that might have just been the glow from the equally purple-tinged candles. Tapestries hung damn near everywhere and they were huge. Thousands of hours had to be poured into those things. And every single one was hopelessly detailed, the kind of art he could tell at a glance was the work of a master. Noli hadn’t been exaggerating. He had people- a LOT of people- worshipping him and he’d chosen to spend his time with some mortal hacker instead.
It was enough for a guy to have a little ego-induced power trip. Noli was still straddling him and 007n7 stared up at him expectantly.
‘Real form. Now.”
Noli grumbled like he was hoping 007n7 had forgotten about that in the thirty seconds he’d spent staring at the scenery.
“Sev, what part of breaking your brain don’t you get?”
“Psh, you do that to me, like, every other week. I’m durable.”
He wiggled his hips obnoxiously and Noli sighed again like a disappointed teacher. 007n7 usually hated any kind of degradation, but fuck, Noli had a way of doing it that just- did something for him. Maybe because he sounded so fond when he said it. Maybe because he could call 007n7 a desperate, dripping whore and still make it sound like a compliment, somehow.
“You’re impossible.”
There it was. That sweet, adoring tone, even as he insulted him. 007n7 could feel himself soaking through his underwear already.
“Cmon. Don't you want to put me in my place? I’m talking back to you in your own throne room. What’s your punishment for blasphemy?”
Noli started speaking but 007n7 cut him off, eyes alight with mischief.
“If it’s not fucking them into the ground then it should be. You want me to worship you? Earn it.”
He saw the gleam in Noli’s eyes at worship.
Gotcha.
Noli leaned forwards, his claws settling gently against 007n7’s jaw, and he snickered.
“Aww, still being tender?”
“No. You’re just not going to be able to hold your head up once you see me.” Noli sniped back, and it was 007n7’s turn to hitch a breath. This was- this was getting to him. He couldn’t help it. His -infuriating- instincts demanded he get a strong mate, and he’d bagged a deity. Every part of his stupid hindbrain was screaming with delight.
Noli let out a deep and entirely unnecessary exhale- must be a nervous habit- and leaned closer, expression soft and cautious. 007n7’s heart twisted, but in a good way. He.. trusted him. He really, actually trusted Noli. It was a feeling so surreal he almost couldn’t wrap his head around it. With anyone else, he’d twist himself away from the thought, put up walls, drag things back to a space that made sense.
But somehow, with Noli, it was… almost tolerable.
“Let me see you.” 007n7 murmured, the words lacking their usual bite, and Noli shuddered.
“Are you sure? And don’t answer immediately. Actually think about it.”
He did. The tense line of Noli’s spine loosened a little as 007n7 listened to him for once and mulled it over. He was risking, well, everything. His body he didn’t give much of a shit about, but his mind was his prized possession. And he was putting it in Noli’s hands.
“I trust you.”
His voice was quiet, a little embarrassed but still firm and Noli melted, claws stroking 007n7’s jaw painfully gently as he made a quiet cooing sound like 007n7 was an injured animal. He let himself lean into the touch, a low purr rumbling in his throat.
“Thank you, darling.” Noli murmured, barely audible.
Then he flickered.
One moment Noli was there, flesh and blood, and the next there was something else. The hands on 007n7’s face slipped away and he looked up to see black arms, hundreds of them, a darkness darker than the back of 007n7’s eyelids and there were porcelain faces rippling like melting wax and teeth and teeth and teeth-
007n7’s head lolled forward like a puppet with its strings cut and the thing caught him, the texture of it buzzing like cold static against 007n7’s skin. He caught glimpses of impossible geometry, of a body folding into itself like a collapsing star but somehow never running out of mass, details swallowed by the same darkness that drowned the feeble light of the candles. There was a searing, tugging pain behind his eyes the longer he looked, pupils flicking erratically as he tried to understand and then darkness covered his vision and the pain went away.
Something was speaking. It sounded like a glitching hornet’s nest and the words filtered right through 007n7’s head. Then again, concerned, panicked, repeating something- his name?- over and over again as those static shapes pressed against him.
They smelt like blood.
Even with his brain leaking out of his ears, some cluster of neurons left in 007n7’s brain fired and he made a small, soft sound. The thing smelled like Noli. Thinking about its body made his headache scream back to life so he didn’t, pulling his thoughts back towards that scent, to the heat coiling in his gut.
Something brushed between his legs and he rutted shallowly against it, legs shaking and drool spilling from his mouth as his brain tried desperately to come back online. Then he thought about the space where the things face should have been and it scrambled again.
There was a buzzing laugh, heavy with relief. A short phrase that sounded terribly fond. The static moved to his waist, then his belt, and he whimpered, hips pausing for a moment as he tried to speak, his mouth shaping the words slowly, he wanted to beg-
The dark shape covering his eyes shifted just enough for him to see beyond it, and he stopped thinking at all.
His head fell forwards, again, tongue lolling out of his mouth like a dog as he gasped for air that wouldn’t come. Something pushed against the edges of his mind- gentle but insistent, and he didn’t resist it. The droning hum all around him condensed into a point that slid over his brain.
Hello, darling.
He didn’t even think to respond, just stared blankly into the darkness as his tail hung limply behind him. Something wet and cold slid over his eyes to spare him from any accidental glimpses of the thing in front of him.
You’re very quiet now.
There was unmistakable satisfaction in the voice and it curled sweetly around his brain.
Are you alright?
A slick shape prodded at his thigh and he shuffled, trying to rut against it but the damn thing kept moving and he couldn’t see anything at all. He gave a frustrated cry and his claws dug into his pants, dismissing the complex movement required for his belt entirely and tearing a wide hole instead. Before he could finish another long tendril coiled around his wrist, stopping his movements dead no matter how hard he tried to struggle and 007n7 mewled.
Do you ever stop being needy?
Only when I’m not getting manhandled is what 007n7 would have said if he was still capable of forming words. The tendrils around his wrists pulled him upwards and he let out a pained gasp as his joints strained.
Sorry, sorry.
A shape slid under him.
I just wanted a better look at you. Please don’t try to return the favor.
He could feel it shifting under his ass, flickering into new shapes and textures at a dizzying speed. He groped blindly forwards and touched a more rigid structure, some kind of jointed cylinder that was as thick around as his waist-
A finger. It was a finger.
…He got what Noli said about not being able to fit in their dorm, now.
His cunt clenched, nauseatingly empty and he gave a broken whine. He couldn’t even speak anymore, could barely hold a thought in his head for longer than a second, but instinct drove him forwards and he wrapped his arms around Noli’s finger and pressed his hips flush against the base of it.
The presence nudged against the edge of his mind again and he keened, rocking forwards shakily and trying to get any friction to soothe the burn in his cunt. He needed- he didn’t know. He didn’t even know what Noli had in this form. He just needed to be full again, needed the satisfaction that came with renewing his claim over Noli, rubbing the glands under his jaw against him until he was drenched in 007n7’s scent-
Mine. He thought at the presence, and it purred.
Yours.
He was still rutting blankly against Noli’s finger when tendrils coiled neatly around his ankles, dragging him slowly backwards while he mewled in protest and tried to stay in place. Noli overpowered him easily- he felt even more slick pool in his already-soaked cunt at that- and 007n7 crumpled against his palm face-down and whimpering.
He was faintly aware of a massive shape looming above him. Then he sucked in a sharp breath as something cold and sharp carefully flipped him, tracing along his side for a moment like a claw, if that claw was easily the size of his leg. Tendrils dug into his pants, deftly undoing his belt and pulling it away as he keened, pleading with high, desperate noises. He had nothing to move against, no way to take the friction that he needed, and he tried to push against the presence coiling around his mind again.
Please.
There was a hum, surprised and impressed.
You really are something special. Trying to talk to me already?
He could feel the wetness of the tentacles nudging at him, sliding over his skin reverently, feeling every twitch and jump of his muscles as he shook. So it could hear him. Lines connected pitifully slowly in his brain, and once they did he screamed in his mind.
PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE-
He felt something recoil before it slid in deeper, awed delight in every note of its droning buzz.
Of course. Of course you’d find a way to beg, even when I’ve stripped away every other part of your mind. You’re incredible.
The praise wrapped around his head like a warm dark fog and he whined. His pants were lost- somewhere, he didn’t have enough mind left to care- and when the first of the tendrils started sinking into him he sobbed in relief. It worked into him in little squirming movements, petting his fluttering walls as another curled against his swollen clit, and he made an embarrassingly high-pitched noise when it rubbed just hard enough to make him reflexively spasm.
His leg kicked out and tendrils wrapped around that too, stretching him out until he was spreadeagled under Noli’s gaze. He could feel it on him. There was a weight to it, a prickling feeling that he’d felt the shadow of before when Noli ran his eyes down 007n7’s body. But unlike Noli’s human form, this wasn’t muffled. He could feel the full force of a God’s attention bearing down on him and he whimpered.
Oh. Oh, you like this.
The tendril deep in him shifted, rubbing against his walls while another tried to slide in beside it. It was enough of a stretch to make him groan, chest heaving as Noli’s stare grew heavier.
You’re beautiful.
He wanted more. He knew he was a greedy bastard, knew he demanded too much, but if he was going to fuck a God he was going to damn well get his money’s worth.
Noli was still spreading him open slowly, somehow delicately despite the strength 007n7 could feel in the tendrils binding him. Both tendrils were in him now, pressing curiously against his fluttering walls, and he let out a high-pitched groan at how easy it was for him. Noli stretched him like he was already loose, like the resistance in 007n7’s tight cunt was nothing.
“Hhhah-”
A broken gasp left him as a third started pressing in. God, he felt full. Full enough that he knew he’d probably be shrieking if he could feel any pain, but every time he felt it nipping at his brain he’d just think back to the thing he’d glimpsed beyond Noli’s hands and-
Here we go again~
The tension in his body left all at once, collapsing limply against Noli’s palm. He heard a low, lilting croon at that, sounding pleased even though 007n7 could distantly feel drool spilling from his open mouth.
So sweet for me.
Two of the tendrils slipped out as the third pushed through the empty space left behind, his hole stretched so wide it met no resistance. The ones around his limbs tightened and pulled, enough to leave him splayed out helplessly on Noli’s palm like- like-
Like a sacrifice.
Oh, you sick, sick bastard. 007n7 thought with all the strength left in him. It wasn't an insult.
Noli’s answering purr was viciously pleased.
You look so pretty like this. You wanted me to convince you to worship me, yes?
“Hngh-!”
007n7 moaned shrilly as the tentacles plunged back into his sopping wet cunt, moving quicker now, pleasure lighting up the back corner of his brain. He could drown in it, this hazy feeling, the overwhelming spark of pleasure every time Noli brushed against his feverish skin- being blinded was making him so sensitive he twitched whenever he touched him.
He knew there was a fourth tendril. Curled coyly against his thigh, occasionally shifting up to ghost over his clit and draw embarrassing spasms out of him. It wouldn’t fit. He was already stretched near to breaking and he knew it, surely Noli knew that too..?
You don’t know what your limits are. Let me help.
Slowly, he felt it uncurl. Felt it nudge against his entrance, sliding through the slick leaking from his ruined cunt as the other three took their turns pistoning in and out of him. The pace was merciless, he felt himself jerk in Noli’s hold with every thrust like he was nothing more than a toy.
But isn’t that what you are? So small, so pliant… So good at fulfilling your purpose.
“Ngh…”
His hips bucked upwards as far as they could, core throbbing with need. That tone. That damned tone. Like he was praising him even as he reduced him to an object. He’d never confessed to Noli how much that kind of stuff got him off, but of course he’d figured it out anyway.
You could stay like this, you know. Cult meetings can be tedious, I get bored when I have nothing to play with....
The tendril slid between his wet lips almost lazily, taking its sweet time as it pressed deeper. 007n7 let out a sound that could no longer be classified as human. A kind of broken whine, completely and blissfully overwhelmed, and Noli smiled without a mouth.
I win.
007n7’s cunt stretched easily around all four tendrils, spread obscenely wide. Noli stilled them. The weight of his gaze grew heavier, pressing in on him like a physical thing, but 007n7 didn’t squirm. Didn’t make a sound other than ragged panting, eyes glazed over and dull beneath his makeshift blindfold.
But… you’re still not scared of me, are you?
He felt Noli lean closer with the skin-prickling sensation of an imminent lightning strike. His gaze raked over him. Taking in his sweet, listless expression, the limpness of his limbs, how easily his tight cunt had opened up to him.
No, you’re not scared at all.
He sounded awestruck. A tendril slid up to 007n7's face and he pressed himself against it, rubbing his jaw slowly over it like-
Noli laughed. The sound was at once the best and worst sound 007n7 had ever heard, and the second he was finished 007n7’s brain quickly forgot what it sounded like before the noise could worm itself any further into his mind.
Don’t you think claiming a God is a little ambitious? Or are you just not thinking at all?
But that was his Seven. Stubborn to the end, even without much brain left in him.
007n7 kept rubbing the scent gland under his jaw against him even as Noli started slowly dragging the tendrils in and out. Each one squirmed against his walls, nudging curiously at every inch of him like Noli was trying to map him from the inside-out.
I confess, I don’t know if you can come like this. You might not have enough mental presence left to-
007n7 shuddered weakly as he squirted all over the tendrils buried in him.
Well, alright then.
Noli’s voice sounded faintly impressed. And hungry. Like a hunter seeing something it liked the look of. 007n7 made a mewling sound that was more like a quiet wail as he started again, a little faster, tendrils curling with purpose now that he had a goal in mind.
…He knew how much Noli loved games. So when another tendril started rubbing gently against his clit, making him twitch from blinding overstimulation as Noli brought him to the edge of another orgasm, he wasn’t very surprised. He keened and tried to spread his legs wider, and was rewarded with a light, airy chuckle and a scolding flick against his forehead.
Greedy.
Any common sense 007n7 may have once had was gone, melting in the face of the pure heat that ripped through him. More. He wanted more. He didn't care what he had to do to get it, he just wanted-
Look at that, darling.
007n7 grumbled and Noli giggled in reponse, sounding more amused than apologetic.
Oh, sorry, I forgot you can't see. Feel it, then.
The tendril binding one of 007n7's hands loosened. He trilled, confused, as it coiled around his wrist and delicately brought it down to his stomach, where-
Noli shifted a tendril against his swollen clit right as the rest sank deep into him, and 007n7 felt his stomach bulge obscenely. He could- fuck, he could feel them inside him, pressing his fingers hard against his skin to feel the way the tendrils squirmed around eachother. He was- he was stretched further than he thought he could be. That pulsing heat was suddenly too much for him to bear, clenching around the tendrils just made them writhe harder and he felt his skin distend as something in his mind snapped.
He let out a barely-audible whimper as slick gushed from him, dripping down the inky tendrils still curling deeper into him.
I knew you'd like that.
Noli sounded so proud of himself. It made 007n7 feel hopelessly dizzy, trying to rock forwards to encourage him, little pleading noises falling from his lips.
Don't worry, darling. I'm not finished with you yet.
...An hour later, he didn't even know how many times he’d came anymore. His brain felt like little more than room-temperature soup spinning idly in his skull, tail jerking behind him like a live wire. Even the air against his skin was enough to make him twitch and shiver, thoughtless, a creature of nothing but instinct as darkness pushed in and out of his slick-soaked hole. There were tears running down his face, he could taste them when his tongue flicked out to scent the air, so thick with Noli’s metallic smell he could have bathed in it.
Finally, there wasn’t a single thought in his head. He was empty and blissfully full all at once, the presence that had been sliding over his brain curling smugly in the empty spaces of what used to be a genius's mind. It was satisfied. Content. He could feel it revel in his surrender, but more than that his complete and utter lack of fear.
There could be no other response to such complete calmness than to purr, and he felt a breathy rumble build in his throat absentmindedly. The tendrils retreated from his cunt and he whined at the loss, only settling back into dumb bliss when they returned and wrapped snugly around his limbs. Then something solid, real, wrapped its arms around him and he couldn’t feel any telltale static. He hummed in mild confusion.
“Darling.”
The voice was outside his head, now, but it was still sweet and smug and he collapsed against the cold shape it came from. He was still drooling, and he heard a low laugh before claws gently clicked his mouth shut.
“You can open your eyes now, Sev.”
He whined high in his throat and shook his head. He didn’t want to, he wanted to float in this dark stillness forever.
“Seven.”
He cracked open his eyes, begrudgingly, and Noli’s face filled his vision.
“So you can still follow commands. Good. Lie down.”
Hands guided him down, his back meeting a soft writhing mass of tentacles instead of the cold stone he’d expected. He only had enough mind left to hold a question for a moment before it slipped away again.
“There we go.”
The mass petted over his skin, curling loosely over his limbs, and he made a breathy, content sound and relaxed against them. A hand settled on his head, claws scritching at his hair, and he went completely limp.
“Mgnhh.” He tried, not even sure what he was trying to say. Noli’s voice was thick with amusement.
“Yes, dear?”
“Mhnnnoli.”
That got more of his interest and 007n7 preened. He was so relaxed that even his purr was unfocused, stuttering in and out with every breath as he fought to keep his eyes open.
“L’ve you.” He slurred, and heard Noli suck in a breath.
“What was that?”
His face was suddenly inches from 007n7’s and he squinted at him, trying to focus his eyes on Noli’s.
“Lnh- love you.” He tripped over the words but Noli didn’t seem to mind at all, face breaking into an utterly manic grin as he muffled his giddy laughter against 007n7’s chest.
“Hngh- hey. My boobs.” 007n7 complained, and Noli cackled harder.
“Sev, you don’t have boobs.”
007n7 stared at his chest, nonplussed.
“Wh’re'd they go..?”
Noli traced a claw lightly over the slight ridges of 007n7’s horns and he stretched like a cat, trying to nuzzle closer to his hand like a moth to a candle.
“Darling, I think you need to pass out now.”
007n7 gave him a hazy mutinous look.
“No. Give th’m back.”
He heard a rustle, then something wet and cold swiped over his folds and he yelped in shock, shooting Noli a glare.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m just getting you cleaned up. You made quite a mess."
His tone was unmistakeably pleased. The next brush was gentler and 007n7 relaxed again, tail flicking idly while Noli petted the soft skin of his inner thighs. He seemed like he was doing more petting than cleaning, to be honest, but 007n7 wasn’t going to complain. Noli’s touch was almost reverent, feather-light and adoring, making 007n7’s mind slide even deeper into incoherence.
“1x h’s bigger boobs than me…” 007n7 mused miserably, and Noli made a valiant effort not to laugh at his pain.
“1x has bigger boobs than everyone, darling, don’t take it personally.”
007n7 started to cry. “And her dick is bigger too.”
Noli paused. He tried very hard not to laugh again. And failed, quite badly.
“I’m glad you have, ah, most of your mind intact. You’ll be back to normal in the morning, love, I promise.”
007n7 whined petulantly, tail slapping Noli’s leg, then shuddered when he caught it in one hand and gave it a warning squeeze.
“...Do that again…”
Noli sighed, pinching the bridge of his mask with his other hand. “No. Go to sleep.”
“Shan’t.”
“You can’t just say shan’t.”
007n7 fixed one awful yellow eye on him, squinting suspiciously.
“I’ll only sleep if you don’t leave.”
Noli softened instantly. “I won’t. I’ll stay right here, I promise.”
007n7 made a low, content sigh when he stretched out, burrowing deeper into the mass of shadow cradling him. His tail twisted into it, twining with long black tendrils like they were another demon’s tail.
“Is th’t you,too?” He murmured, feeling the way the tendrils slipped around him and immediately curled around his thighs. Noli was many things- including divine, apparently- but subtle wasn’t one of them.
“Mhm. You’re very wriggly.”
“Tha’s my best trait.” 007n7 replied proudly, vision already flickering black at the edges. His eyes slipped closed and he felt Noli press his mask against his feverish skin, smiling, his claws tracing patterns across his ruined body.
“Love you.” he hummed, voice low, and 007n7’s ear flicked. He couldn’t sort his words enough to say it back. Instead, he pressed the side of his jaw against Noli’s chest and knew that he understood when his smile curved wider.
“Yes, yes, you’ve got me. I’m yours.”
007n7 purred triumphantly and promptly passed out.