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There's something different about Saxon Ratliff. Something Daniel can't quite put his finger on. Something about the way the man looks at Daniel sometimes - those clear blue eyes of his narrowing in Daniel's direction, something stirring from behind them.
It unnerves Daniel, but it also intrigues him.
Even now as the demon sits perched upon Saxon's dresser, looming down at his new boy like a gargoyle, Daniel sees it, the way his boy watches him from the corner of his eye, his wet, pink tongue peeking out to wet his lips as those clear blue eyes rove up and down the length of Daniel's body.
Daniel narrows his eyes down at Saxon who's currently sprawled out on his bed in nothing but his boxer briefs, pretending to pay attention to the tv when he's really eyeing Daniel.
The demon's not used to this kind of attention. He's not sure what to make of it. If he didn't know any better, he’d say Saxon's gaze feels lustful, like how he’s seen men stare at women they wanna fuck.
Daniel's seen that stare many times, men on the street, men on tv, but he's never seen such a look directed at him before.
None of his other boys have ever shown any interest in him like that. Nobody ever has, not even other creatures from his realm. They don't really operate that way, aside from the incubi and succubi - demons of a sexual nature.
He's bumped into a few across the realm here and there, but has never really known any personally, though he has heard stories of other interdimensional beings dabbling in sexual relations with humans.
Daniel's not sure how he feels about such things. He’s more preoccupied with causing mischief and reeking havoc than seeking the physical pleasures of the human world.
It feels like a distraction he doesn't need.
Saxon shifts atop his silky sheets, tucking a hand behind his head and giving Daniel a quick glance before turning his attention back to the TV.
He wants something. Daniel can smell it on him, can practically feel the heat of his boy's need seeping under his skin.
Daniel watches his boy's eyes travel back up to where he's perched. The demon tilts his head, his eyes narrowing at the way Saxon nibbles at his bottom lip, those jagged teeth scraping against plush flesh.
“What are you thinking about?” Daniel blurts, his eyes narrowing down at Saxon, watching the way his neck snaps in Daniel's direction at the sound of his question.
“I'm just restless.” Saxon replies with a small shrug. This is boring.”
“Oh? Do I bore you, Saxon?” Daniel asks, tilting his head.
“Nah.” Saxon answers surprisingly quick, making Daniel's brows raise. “Not at all. More like you interest me, actually.”
That makes Daniel's brows raise higher, and he bites gently at the tongue he has pressed into his inner cheek.
His lips part, and he takes in a breath, about to speak before the sound of his boy's voice quickly cuts him off.
“So, um, what kind of porn do you like?”
The question has Daniel's neck quickly snapping, disbelief rolling down the length of his shoulders.
He scoffs, his brows knitting together as one.
“I don't watch porn.”
That answer gets a chuckle out of Saxon.
“What? You’ve never watched porn before?”
"Not on my own, no. I’ve watched my boys watch porn. I know what it is, I just don't watch it myself. That's a filthy human habit.” Daniel grimaces before he notices the way Saxon's face begins to light up with intrigue.
“Did you like it? Watching your boys watch porn? Did they jerk their cocks in front of you?”
The question has Daniel taken aback. His eyes widen, something warm sloshing in his belly at the turn this conversation is taking, and he can't figure out if the feeling that overtakes him is good or bad, just that it's new. Different.
“They did.” Daniel answers with a slow, steady nod. “I found it amusing more than anything. Their weakness for such things. The inability to control themselves, even with someone else watching. It's kind of fascinating really.”
That gets another chuckle out of Saxon, and he nods softly, nibbling at his bottom lip.
“That's easy for you to say. You've never experienced sex, or even jerked yourself off. You wouldn't know what you're missing, now would you?”
Daniel scoffs at that, his eyes rolling as he shakes his head. “I have no need for earthly pleasures.”
Saxon snorts, licking over his lips. “Earthly pleasures? How ancient are you?”
“I'm as old as time itself.” Daniel scowls, looking down his nose at Saxon, who appears to be more amused than fearful of him.
“I bet you’d like it.” Saxon says, with a sly grin, his brow raised high above his eye.
The accusation has Daniel's head quickly whipping, his nose scrunching into a grimace. “Bite your tongue, human.”
“You bite it.” Saxon retorts, his grin wolfish and sharp as a knife, and Daniel's not sure what to make of the heat that currently floods his belly at the sound of his boy's playful words.
“Oh, come on. Don't tell me you’ve never even kissed anyone before.” Saxon huffs a laugh.
“Of course I haven't. What would be the need?”
“Because it feels good. And like, not even just physically. It feels good inside too. You know. Emotionally.”
Daniel snorts, waving his hand dismissively. “It looks and sounds disgusting.” The demon grimaces, even though secretly, his curiosity is building in his belly.
“Come down here.” Saxon says, nudging his head in a come hither motion, the implication making heat sweep up the back of Daniel's neck.
“Stop that.” The demon hisses, shaking his head.
“Stop what?” Saxon grins, mischievous and knowing.
“Trying to seduce me. I'm your master, not your lover. You can't sway me with the promise of earthly pleasures. I'm not a man.”
“What are you then?”
Oh this boy's a handful, Daniel thinks to himself, though it doesn't really come as any surprise. He could smell trouble on this one the instant he spotted him at that balding, rich man’s dinner party back in Thailand. Just something about the way he carried himself - that smug, toothy grin.
He's probably only attracted to Daniel because the demon shares his face, the two beings nearly identical aside from Daniel's hair being much darker, and the black pencil that lines his bright blue eyes.
“I'm an ancient being, older and more powerful than anything you could ever imagine. You have no idea what you're dealing with.”
“I believe you.” Saxon replies putting both his hands up in defeat. “But, just for grins, at least let me try something.”
“Try what?” Daniel cuts him off, his chest starting to heave as his eyes widen.
“Let me kiss you.”
Daniel could laugh. He does laugh, the sound wet and choked at the back of his throat. “Keep dreaming.”
“Oh come on. Aren't you a little curious? Just…give me like ten seconds, and if you hate it, I'll stop and never bring it up again. I swear.”
Daniel rolls his eyes, but in reality, he is a little curious, albeit also disgusted.
He's never understood the human need to touch lips, to enter each other's mouths, exchanging spit and touching tongues, and all that nonsense.
In spite of that, Daniel jumps down off the dresser, landing next to Saxon on the bed with a rhythmic sounding woosh, as if Daniel carries invisible wings.
“I guess if it'll finally shut you up.” Daniel snorts, rolling his shoulders before leaning his head back against Saxon's headboard. “Go on, big boy. Lay one on me.” He waggles his brows, watching the way Saxon sneers at him in return, his boy leaning in closer until their lips finally brush.
Before Daniel even knows what's happening, Saxon's hand is wrapping around the back of his neck, pulling him in, his lips warm, and damp, and petal soft as they press against Daniel's.
It makes Daniel's eyes go buggy inside his head. He blinks rapidly, his head swimming as the slick tip of Saxon's tongue licks over the seam of his lips.
It's slimy and wet, and should fill Daniel's chest with utter disgust when it breaches his lips, flooding his mouth and tangling together with his own tongue, but it doesn't. It fills Daniel with warmth instead. He relaxes into the kiss, and before he knows it, he's lost track of how many seconds have passed, as their lips continue to smack.
Something stirs inside Daniel's trousers. His dick starts to tingle, and he pants into Saxon's mouth, starting to feel a little dizzy at the way this makes his head spin.
Saxon's hard, Daniel can see the way his bulge tents his briefs obscenely, his hard cock tall, thick and throbbing from between his legs.
It has Daniel gulping, a warm flush creeping up the back of his neck.
There's a want flaring inside Saxon's chest. Daniel can feel the man's emotions when they touch. They bleed into his own body as their mouths move together in unison.
“You wanna suck my dick.” Daniel accuses, panting against Saxon's, wet, kiss-swollen lips.
That makes Saxon huff a laugh, playing it off, but Daniel can feel the shame that flares inside his chest.
“Do you even have one?” Saxon asks softly, pulling a huff from Daniel's throat.
“Yes.” Daniel bites, watching the intrigue that starts to dance behind his boy's clear blue eyes.
“Can it get hard?”
“It can do anything I want it to.” Daniel replies, his darkly lined eyes narrowing as Saxon's brow raises in intrigue, or excitement, or perhaps a mix of both.
He leans back in for another kiss, and Daniel allows it, their lips smacking softly before Saxon slowly pulls back.
“It's been way longer than ten seconds.” Saxon huffs, grinning, his fingers coming down around the buckle of Daniel's belt, making the demon's breath hitch inside his throat.
Daniel panics at first, his hand instinctively stopping Saxon short, prying his boy's fingers away with a shake of his head.
Instead, Daniel reaches into Saxon's lap, snaking his hand around his boy's clothed cock and stroking him through his boxers.
It makes Saxon gasp into his mouth, his hips bucking as a wet choking noise escapes his pre-occupied lips.
“Daniel, fuck.” He whines, panting and wasting no time starting to thrust up into Daniel's tightly closed fist.
Suppose Saxon was right. It is kind of nice, touching someone like this, feeling his throbbing warmth in the palm of his hand.
It does feel oddly satisfying, the fleshy weight of it, the way it twitches under his touch.
Daniel finds he quite likes giving his boy pleasure, watching him writhe and moan, and greedily chase the sweet heat of his hand.
“Good boy.” The demon purrs, delighting in the way Saxon blooms under his praise, the boy's cheeks flushing as a soft whimper escapes his throat.
“This should be the other way around.” Saxon replies breathlessly. “I already know what this feels like. It's your turn to know it. Let me show you. I can make you feel so good, Daniel.” He whimpers, still fucking himself into the creature's tight fist.
Daniel warms at the offer. It's the truth, he knows it is, can feel the need and want that twists inside Saxon's chest as he continues to stroke up and down the length of his hard, throbbing cock.
His boy yearns to please him, to taste the sweet salt of his flesh against his tongue.
The realization makes Daniel's cock throb inside his trousers.
Even still, Daniel's hesitant. He wants to know what this feels like, to be touched by someone, but it also makes him feel vulnerable, less in control, and that scares him a little.
“Beg me.” He replies, his eyes burning bright as they bore into Saxon's, an attempt to steal back his control, and it feels like it's working, he already feels like he's back on top again, pulling all the strings.
Saxon just blinks dumbly at first, his brows knitting as Daniel continues to stroke him through the front of his dark, cotton briefs.
The fabric is starting to dampen. Daniel can feel a warm wetness under his fingertips. He rubs them together, the liquid sticky and starting to cool along his skin as he brings his hand up to his face, eliciting a pained whine from Saxon's throat.
Daniel presses his hand against his nose, and takes in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as the warmth of Saxon's musk fills his senses.
He can see Saxon watching him from the corner of his eye, can see his boy's eyes widen, growing into deep, dark pits.
The sight has Daniel's mouth splitting into a pleased grin, and he turns his head towards Saxon, meeting his boy's gaze as he slips his soiled fingers into his mouth, pressing them into his tongue with a pleased sounding hum when the sweet, salty musk sparks across his taste buds.
“Fuck.” Daniel hears Saxon say, his boy's voice breathless and whiney.
He listens closely, taking in the sweet musical breaths Saxon gives, the way his sweaty chest heaves, the look of utter awe that's plastered across his pretty face.
Saxon looks so beautiful like this, his features almost ethereal, his tan skin flushed and dewing with sweat.
Gorgeous thing.
His beauty lights a match inside Daniel's belly. It burns hot and bright, making his cock fill out between his legs, a warm, delightful tingle that makes him feel like he's floating.
He watches the way Saxon stares into his lap, licking over his lips at the sight of Daniel's hard-on protruding obscenely from under the fabric of his trousers.
His boy is hungry. Daniel can smell it on him, can see the want dancing behind his eyes, feel the need roiling under his skin.
It has warmth pooling in the pit of Daniel's belly. He wonders what it is exactly, Saxon could show him, the pleasures he could bring him.
The thought makes his hard cock throb against the seam of his pants, aching to be touched, but Daniel being the control freak that he is, has him still feeling weary, like letting Saxon have him in this way is a form of submission.
Perhaps it's silly, but Daniel feels it just the same.
He huffs, clenching his jaw and moves to push his hand through Saxon's sweaty head of hair, his fingers curling against his scalp, tugging until Saxon's neck starts to bend down, his head hovering over Daniel's lap.
“You want that in your mouth, my darling boy?” Daniel asks, listening carefully to the way Saxon's breath changes at the sound of his question.
A choked whine escapes Saxon's throat. His head nods fervently inside Daniel's tight grip, and he swallows roughly, panting into the quiet space between them.
“Yes.” He answers, humming as he licks over his lips.
“Mmmm. Yeah.” Daniel hums, petting roughly at the back of Saxon's skull. “You wanna choke on it?” The question earns him another fervent nod, and there's a part of Daniel that still wants to deny his boy the pleasure of sucking him off, and do it to Saxon instead. Throw his boy down on his back and suck his big, pretty cock until his eyes bulge right out of his skull. Leave him a panting, heaving mess and walk away still hard and throbbing, but most importantly, still in control - of himself, of Saxon, of everything.
Though there is something oddly arousing about the way Saxon craves him so. The way his boy yearns to touch more than to be touched. The selflessness of Saxon's want warms something inside Daniel's chest.
He hisses, tangling his fingers into Saxon's hair and tugging roughly. “I don't hear any begging.” Daniel grits, delighting in the choked noise his words pull from Saxon's throat. “Go on. Tell me, dear boy. What is it that you seek?”
Daniel tilts his head, his brow cocking high above his eye while he waits for Saxon's answer, watching the pained look of want that paints his boy's pretty features.
“To please you.” Saxon pants, absently licking over his lips, like a hungry animal.
The sight of him makes heat twist inside Daniel's core. He takes in a deep breath, giving Saxon's scalp a good rough tug.
“Please me how? Hmm? Be specific. Use your words, darling.”
Saxon whimpers at that, his throat clicking as he swallows, and fuck if that boy isn't gorgeous when he submits like this.
Daniel gets a sick pleasure out of making Saxon squirm, pushing him to confront the sexuality he always insists on denying.
“Come on, darling boy. Don't be shy. I already know what it is you crave, but what kind of master would I be if I didn't make you work for it? Hmm? I want to hear you say it. Spit it out.”
“Please.” Saxon pleads breathlessly, wincing under Daniel's tight, tugging grasp. “Please let me suck your cock.” The man groans, the roughness in his voice bringing a sharp grin to Daniel's lips.
“Please let me suck your cock….?” Daniel replies, tilting his head, eliciting a huff from Saxon.
“Master. Please let me suck your cock, master.” Saxon pants, starting to bite at his bottom lip.
“Now that's a good boy.” Daniel chuckles, loosening his grip to pet at the back of Saxon's head like a cat.
His first instinct is to push Saxon into the mattress, straddle his chest, and skullfuck him into next week, but Daniel beats that urge back with a stick, deciding instead to let Saxon just do his thing.
The boy's so hungry for him, Daniel's curious to see how good he’d do on his own.
“Well go on then, big boy. Show me whatcha got.” Daniel grins, leaning back against Saxon's headboard, and watching almost unblinking as his boy quickly settles himself between his legs.
Saxon makes quick work of Daniel's belt, it's unfastened and hanging loosely at Daniel's hips in seconds flat, and Daniel licks at his lips in anticipation, excitement buzzing under his skin while he watches Saxon undo his trousers and pull his flushed, swollen cock out from within his boxers.
He watches Saxon closely, noting the way his boy's pupils dilate at the sight of his freed cock, standing tall and thick from between his legs, his slit already pearling with pre at the thought of being shoved between those pretty pink lips.
Daniel's seen this done in porn more times than he can count, and even a few times in person, observing humans and their earthly urges, but he never thought he’d be on the receiving end of such a thing.
It isn't until Saxon's dark, blown eyes meet his as he presses a soft, worshippy kiss to the flushed, leaking tip of Daniel's cock that the demon starts to understand why people do such things.
He huffs, watching with rapt attention as Saxon smears his pre-cum around his tip with his plush, warm lips.
Daniel's own eyes blow open, wide and dark, and he swallows, his whole body heating up when Saxon presses another warm kiss to the wet crown of his cock.
“Fuck.” The creature hisses, feeling himself throb at the sly grin Saxon flashes him in response. “Why is that so hot?” Daniel huffs, bewildered at the way having his cock kissed is somehow so filthy, yet also kind of sweet.
It makes his head spin, and he tangles his fingers into the cool, silky sheets beneath his body, his cock throbbing when Saxon kisses his tip again, slow, soft, and slightly open mouthed.
Those worshippy kisses have Daniel feeling feral. He growls, his arousal thrumming under his skin like a second heartbeat, and his toes curl up under his feet when Saxon's tongue slides into the curve of his slit.
“Oh my God!” Daniel groans, his chest heaving as Saxon works him with the pointed tip of his tongue, prodding it into his slit and making Daniel grow hot all over. “You tease!” The demon accuses, getting a small chuckle out of Saxon.
“You love it.” Saxon replies with a grin.
He wraps his lips around the head of Daniel's cock, holding intense eye contact with his master as he suckles it against his tongue.
Daniel takes in a deep breath, trying not to lose it when Saxon's hot, wet mouth slides halfway down his shaft with a pleased little hum.
The creature’s not sure if it's the actual physical feeling of being sucked off, or the way Saxon moans around his width as it slides between his hollowed cheeks, but fuck, does he feel like he's on fire.
With their bodies connected, Daniel can feel Saxon's delight at his taste, the satisfaction his boy derives from feeling his hard cock sliding up and down the length of his tongue, from pleasing him.
It makes Saxon feel good to make Daniel feel good. The demon can feel the dopamine that pulses at the back of his boy's skull with each bob of his head.
It's kind of beautiful - a deeply intimate experience that makes Daniel's chest swell with with warmth.
“Good boy.” He coos, reaching down to gently hold Saxon by the chin, watching enraptured at the glassy eyed look the man gives him, the way his wet lashes blink, a low whine vibrating inside his throat.
Daniel feels the way Saxon blooms under the praise, the way his heart soars, and that in turn, makes Daniel feel some kind of way he can't explain.
He tips his head back, his lashes fluttering up at the ceiling while Saxon takes him down to the root, engulfing his entire cock inside the wet heat of his mouth.
It makes Daniel's eyes roll back, his cock throbbing against slick, hot tongue, and he chokes around a groan, panting as he looks back down his torso to watch Saxon take him down again and again.
Daniel's entranced at the sight of his cock disappearing between those plush, pink lips, and re-emerging all wet and shining with his boy's spit.
Obscene slurping noises start to fill the quiet air between them, and Daniel grins, his chest heaving as his fingers start to tangle deep into Saxon's scalp, tugging on his dirty-blond lochs and bucking his hips up to meet his boy halfway.
“Fuck.” Daniel breathes, feeling his toes start to curl inside his shiny, black combat boots as the heat inside his belly builds, a deep pressure that mounts between his thighs.
The feeling is strange, foreign, but not unpleasant. His brain feels like it's swimming, and he swallows, gritting his jaw as the pleasure rolls over him in waves.
It's strange feeling aroused like this, and Daniel's not sure what to do with it, aside from causing a little mischief.
“Tell me, dear boy, does sucking me off make your hole throb too? Or just your cock?”
The question earns Daniel a wet, choked sound, and he grins, delighting in the pained look of need he sees brimming behind Saxon's eyes.
“Why don't you show me, darling. Shimmy out of those boxer briefs and let me see that pretty cock and hole of yours.
Saxon nearly chokes on his own saliva, his eyes red and wet as he pulls off Daniel's cock with a deep, heavy gasp.
“What?”
“You heard me, Saxon. Don't go getting shy on me now. The sooner you take off your underwear, the sooner you can get back to sucking my cock.”
Saxon swallows, giving his swollen red lips a lick before sitting up on his knees to tug his boxer briefs down his thighs.
Daniel's eyes narrow, watching closely as his boy’s big, hard cock bobs free of the waistband, tall, thick and leaking at the reddened tip that rests against his belly.
He stays quiet, just observing while Saxon kicks his boxers away with his foot and gets back down onto his hands and knees.
“That's a good boy.” The demon purrs, patting his upper thigh in a come hither motion. “Now come here and lay on your stomach across my lap diagonally, so I can look at your hole while you suck me off.”
A breathy little gasp catches in Saxon's throat, and he swallows roughly, his eyes blown wide as he gets himself down into position, his head in Daniel's lap while his feet dangle off the side of the bed.
He wastes no time taking Daniel's cock back into his mouth, his lips sliding down the shaft until Daniel's tip hits the back of his throat.
“Mmmm. Good boy.” Daniel hisses, starting to stroke gently at the back of Saxon's neck. “Now let me get a look at you.”
The demon moves his hands down to rest on the swell of Saxon's ass, using his fingers to pry his cheeks apart.
The little whine Saxon gives, brings a pleased grin to Daniel's face, and his own breath hitches at the sight of the furled knot he finds there lying in wait, tightly puckered and perfectly pink, glistening in the lowlight with a thin sheen of sweat.
“My, my, my.” Daniel hums. “Now that's a pretty hole if I ever saw one. Every bit as pretty as the rest of you.” He chuckles, adoring the way his praise makes Saxon whimper.
Oh, what a sweet sound it is.
Saxon's chest blossoms from the praise, Daniel can feel the warmth that blooms behind his ribcage, can see the way his tan skin flushes, a mix of excitement and something akin to shame bubbling under his skin.
It's beautiful - the desire, the emasculation, the way Saxon loves and hates it at the same time.
Daniel feeds off of it, absorbs it deep under his skin, letting the pleasure and the pain roil through him as Saxon slurps around the width of his cock, his movements fervent, all while Daniel watches his pretty, little hole twitch with every downward stroke of his mouth.
“You like it. Being told that your hole is pretty, but you hate that you like it.” Daniel says softly, stroking Saxon's spread cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Why is that, Saxon? Hmmm? Who taught you to hate yourself?” The demon wonders, tilting his head curiously when Saxon suddenly stills in his lap.
Daniel's body jolts at the sudden feeling of sadness that rolls over his boy. It bleeds from Saxon, absorbing under Daniel's skin, and he huffs softly, using one hand to gently stroke at the back of Saxon's head, his other still holding the man's cheeks apart.
“None of that, now.” Daniel soothes.
He can feel his boy's tears welling from behind his eyes, the way his chest swells, as that tight lump rises inside his throat.
“Can you read my mind?” Saxon sniffles, his head still down in Daniel's lap, like he's too ashamed to look his master in the eyes.
“No.” Daniel's head shakes. “But I can feel your emotions when we're connected. The pain, the shame, the *pleasure*. It's so complex.” He huffs, still petting at Saxon's head.
More tears fall from Saxon's eyes. Daniel can feel their wet warmth dripping into his lap, can hear the way his boy sniffles, his bottom lip starting to quiver.
Apparently, Daniel has opened up a can of worms he can't put back. Suppose he should've known better. He could sense Saxon's daddy issues from the moment he met him. Could practically smell it on him.
Since Daniel can't put the genie back in the bottle, he’ll just have to work around it.
Daniel grabs a rough handful of Saxon's cheek, squeezing the pert, soft flesh with a low growl, delighted to find his boy's hole still twitching even in spite of his sadness.
“There, there. It's fine to let it all out, darling, but let's not forget the task at hand.” He tisks, shoving Saxon back down on his cock, his other hand tight against the back of his head.
Saxon chokes around his width, but doesn't fight against him. His eyes water from the way he gags around Daniel's length, mixing with the tears that spill from his sadness.
It's beautiful, and Daniel hums contentedly, pleased to find the arousal that swirls with the sadness inside Saxon's chest.
His boy likes it - Daniel's forcefulness, the way he makes him choke on his cock, even through his tears.
Daniel watches Saxon closely, grinning at the way his boy throbs at both ends, his pretty little hole fluttering so beautifully as he chokes and sputters, and bobs on Daniel's big, thick cock.
“Oh, what a good boy. My best boy.” Daniel purrs, his lashes fluttering as he starts to near his end.
Saxon is not far behind him. Daniel can smell his boy's impending orgasm building. It's seeping out his pores, musky and slightly sweet, mixing with the salt of his sweat.
The notion that his boy could come just from pleasing him, has warmth swimming inside Daniel's chest.
What a beautiful thing that is. Absolutely superb.
Saxon is special - a prize all his own.
The thought helps push Daniel over his own edge. He moans, deep and guttural, the heat inside his belly quickly melting, a warm tingle that radiates down through his thighs, making his cock throb and spurt ropes of cum straight into Saxon's mouth.
“Oh, shit. Oh fuck.” Daniel gasps as stars start to stud his vision.
The heat is so yummy, and good it makes Daniel feel like he's floating. His toes curl, and he bucks his hips up, fucking himself deep into Saxon's mouth with wet gluck, gluck, glucks until every last drop of his seed has spilled down into his boy's throat.
Daniel hears Saxon whimper around his cock, feels his body shudder against his, and he grins at the realization of what that means, huffing a laugh as Saxon comes untouched.
“Oh, fuck, baby, that's hot.” He hisses, squeezing at the soft flesh of Saxon's cheek while his boy rides it out.
Daniel's head is spinning, his chest heaving, and he pants roughly, his hips starting to stutter in his aftershocks.
Saxon pulls off his cock with a wet pop, spluttering, and gasping for breath, his lips red and swollen and his eyes wet.
Daniel smiles down at him, reaching down with his hand to wipe away the tears and snot that stain his boy's chiseled, handsome face.
He shushes Saxon softly, gently scratching at the back of his head while the tears continue to flow.
“Bravo, my boy. Bravo.” Daniel huffs a laugh, giving Saxon's ass cheek a few playful smacks. “You did so good for me. Just like I knew you would.”
He closes his eyes, letting the warmth his praise fills Saxon with, roll down the length of his shoulders.
It's lovely. Daniel basks in it, quietly tucking his softening cock back inside his trousers, before carefully shimmying himself out from underneath Saxon, who's currently lifeless in his lap.
“Don't let me disrupt your afterglow, darling.” The demon coos, hovering over his boy's naked, sprawled out form. “You can just lie there and bask, but I do need you to get up on your knees a little. Ass up.”
Daniel motions upward with his hand, pleased to see how quickly his boy obeys, even in his spent, boneless state.
Saxon is quiet and completely wrecked, his eyes heavy and his hair disheveled as he gets himself into position without a single word.
“That's a good boy.” Daniel pats Saxon's head like an obedient dog before shoving his face between his boy's cheeks.
The demon roots his nose into Saxon's hole, the air there humid and musty as Daniel takes several deep breaths, taking in his boy's scent - warm, salty, and slightly acrid.
Saxon whimpers, arousal flaring in his chest as Daniel sniffs, and roots, and huffs like a curious dog.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” Daniel grins from between Saxon's cheeks. “That makes your spent cock tingle, does it? The filthiness of it?” The demon chuckles, smacking Saxon's ass cheek with a loud thwack that makes his boy's flesh redden and burn from under his palm.
Saxon nods against the sheets with a soft whimper, his wet lashes batting up at Daniel, and making the demon's heart soar inside his chest.
“Hmmm. I think next time I'll fuck you.” Daniel hums, pressing a soft kiss to Saxon's twitching hole and delighting in the breathy gasp that spills from his boy's heaving chest.
The demon grins, humming contentedly at the warm, velvety softness his lips are met with.
“You're so soft and hot back here. Just made for fucking. I bet you'd like that, hmmm? Me ruining this pretty little hole with my big, fat cock?”
Saxon whimpers in response, taking in a deep breath as he gives a fervent nod.
“Yeah you would. Of course you would. You're a good boy. My best boy.” Daniel purrs, pressing another soft, warm kiss against Saxon's pucker before moving back up to kiss between his shoulder blades.
Daniel lays himself down next to Saxon, smiling softly and pushing his boy's messy, sweaty hair away from his eyes with a gentle sigh.
“You did good, my boy. So, so good.” The demon hums, contentedly.
“I really like making you feel good.” Saxon murmurs, his eyes still heavy and wet.
“I know.” Daniel nods with a sharp, sly grin. “I could feel how much you enjoyed me, and fuck, the fact you came just from sucking me off, is so hot. You filthy, naughty thing, you.” He chuckles, waggling his brows as he gives Saxon's nose a quick boop with the tip of his index finger.
The soft, lovesick look Saxon gives him in return, makes Daniel's chest swell with warmth.
This is nice, whatever this is, and Daniel thinks he gets it now, why humans are so obsessed with sex, why other worldly beings dabble in these earthly pleasures.
Daniel never thought he'd be one of them, but then again, he’d never had a boy quite like Saxon Ratliff, and perhaps he never will again, but he’ll enjoy this gift he's been given for now, milk it for every last drop, and maybe just maybe, he’ll keep this particular boy, just a little longer….