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What is it about forbidden things that makes them so much more delightful? The voice in his head is telling him he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be feeling so delirious with pleasure he almost forgets that this act is an act that would see him cast down from his lofty place in heaven.
He can feel Jaehyun’s touch, one clawed hand gripping at his hip with enough force to bruise. The other is buried in the silken softness of his wings, tugging at the feathers, fingers running over them again and again sending waves of pleasure deep down to his core.
Yuta finds it funny. How it wouldn’t be the fact his ass is speared open on the lesser demon’s cock that would scandalise them as much as the fact he’s letting him touch his wings--- pearly white, so pure and shimmering with barely visible rainbows of colour. They are the most sacred part of an angel, meant only for their eventual chosen mate to touch. Yuta’s wings were filthy from Jaehyun’s touch, and Yuta could only revel in it. The pleasure of the touch had long ago erased any thoughts of regret, leaving only thick guilt for enjoying it so much he caved to temptation again and again.
If this was what being weak to temptation was like, then Yuta wanted more of it.
Yuta flexed his wings, the impressive breadth of them spreading a dozen feet with ease on either side. A veritable feast for Jaehyun to play with. Becoming limp with pleasure, Jaehyun started simply grooming the gigantic limbs, gently, always so tender, picking out the loose feathers, straightening those out of place. Yuta was little more than a pile of slack limbs and glassy eyed, lost in the haze of pleasure when Jaehyun had taken his skilled fingers, hands of Satan, Yuta had called them jokingly more than once, to the glands of oil.
From the glands, Jaehyun spread the slippery thin oil painstakingly over the wings. His fingers caressing carefully and with knowledge he’d picked up over so many secretive meetings like this.
Jaehyun was charming, sweet, deconstructing Yuta’s preconceived ideas of what a demon was meant to be bit by bit.
His touch didn’t burn Yuta. Jaehyun told him they said that because it kept them ignorant to pleasure. If they never experienced touch, how could they know what it could do?
He said this soft as velvet into Yuta’s ear as he used an oil coated hand to wrap around Yuta’s hard shaft and tipped him over the edge into a toe curling orgasm in one of their earliest trysts. Driving home his point with blunt honesty.
Yuta could see why angels were taught as such. He was addicted to the feelings Jaehyun created in him, bordering hedonistic in his behaviour. Like right now, moaning low and rocking back shamelessly to get more of the delicious feeling of being so full.
Jaehyun laughed then, soft and gentle, the sound a direct contradiction to his actions as he jerked harshly with his fingers, plucking a feather from the lower edge of the angel's wings.
Yuta cried out, the pain intense but the pleasure pounding through his veins took the sensation and turned it into a feeling that he craved more of, dragging him deeper into the place where nothing else existed but him and Jaehyun and the pleasure they gave each other.
Pain was pleasure, pleasure was pain. And it was there that Yuta craved to stay, floating free in heady pleasure. He was free from rules and hierarchy, and there was only Jaehyun to please. It was so much simpler, he didn’t have to think. He could just exist and let Jaehyun do the thinking for him, all he had to do was take what he was given.
“So good aren’t you, all laid out for me to ruin with my, filthy-” The demon purrs as Yuta is driven up the bed with the thrust “Demon-” Jaehyun drags Yuta’s hips to meet his with a slap - “Hands” Yuta spills onto the ruined sheets with a sharp cry/ Jaehyun spills inside of him with a rumbling hum of pleasure, his hands wandering over Yuta’s pristine wings, dragging out the pleasure and making Yuta shiver at the over sensitivity. The touch like electric sparks shooting from his wings down to his groin. The angels spent dick twitches pathetically, unable to get hard again so soon and Jaehyun laughs, able to feel the twitching muscles and hearing Yuta’s broken whine as the angel drifts hazily in the afterglow.
Jaehyun likes him like this, pliant, fucked out enough he can’t put a simple sentence together.
Yuta once held embarrassment over letting himself be in such a state, but he’d long gotten over it. It was worth it for the peace and pleasure he felt after Jaehyun was done with him.
Jaehyun’s hand dug into the glands, fingers slick with the oil again. The same oil he’d used to open up the angel’s ass for his cock earlier. Yuta shivers, each touch erring on the side of too much he whines as Jaehyun digs his blunt clawed fingertips in roughly, dragging fingertips down the lengths of the quills and smoothing the ruffled feathers back into place.
“Tsk,” Jaehyun chides him for the movement of the wings and Yuta freezes, before moving them back open the scant few inches he’d moved them, “I’m not done with you yet angel.”
Yuta knows he’s not, the demon’s cock is growing back to full hardness still buried in his ass.
“Such gorgeous wings, so white and clean. But we know the truth, don't we angel?”
Yuta’s breath hitched, knowing what was coming and feeling the burn of arousal.
“They’ve been desecrated, they’re filthy, dirty things. If your kin ever found out, they’d rip them from your back for daring to let me lay a finger on them.”
The words roll through Yuta’s head, the tone a sinful, velvety drawl. Jaehyun’s right, but Yuta doesn’t care anymore. He can’t get enough of the way Jaehyun’s caressing the silky softness of his wings, the way he’s curling his oil slick fingers around Yuta’s spent cock and tugging it to just to make the angel clench tight around and hiss, fingers fisting tight into the torn sheets of the hotel on earth they’d hidden inside.
The humiliation makes arousal curl tighter in his gut.
“Again…” Yuta rasps, voice wrecked from his pleasure cries. He’s not done yet either. He clenches tight around the rapidly hardening cock that’s still inside him and rocks backwards, feeling the thrill of success when Jaehyun’s fingers tighten at his hip while the other digs its thumb into the wet head of his own cock.
Yuta’s eyes roll back at the blunt claw pushing into his slit.
“You want to sin some more? Greedy, filthy whore“
Yuta laughs weakly, feeling delirious as he’s slumped on the mattress, ass up for the demon behind him.
“Only for you, only for you, Jaehyun.”
Jaehyun leans forward, Yuta can feel his warm breath on his ear. Soft lips press to the sweaty nape of the angel and Yuta feels affection bloom, soft and tender.
“Only for me.” Jaehyun murmurs, sweet and Yuta melts as his lover kisses him softly once more before giving him the pleasure he asked for.
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They’d found him, they’d found out.
Yuta shakes, he’s so cold, so empty.
His grace ripped from him. He’s never felt so weak.
Never felt so alone, cut off from his kin.
His head’s empty of the chatter of the other angels.
It hurts.
Everything aches from how empty he feels.
A husk, a shell of what he had been.
He wanders, feet bare, wings trailing limply behind, a trail of white feathers drifting like snow behind him.
Withering away.
Falling.
Yuta has fallen.
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Yuta doesn’t remember how long he wandered, he can’t recall when he decided to come here. It’s the first time he’s felt anything through the haze of disconnection, and numbness. It is the parking lot of the hotel Jaehyun favoured when their meet-ups became more carnal in nature.
Why here? Was he truly so delusional to think the demon would still be interested in him now he’s effectively a human? Humans were a dime a dozen, even for a low ranking demon like Jaehyun, with the face he had and the effortless charm he wielded.
And yet… Yuta hopes. Jaehyun was supposed to meet him here in just a couple more days, he could wait. Time held no meaning when he felt only nothingness. Even with the human weaknesses, he should feel hunger, pain, the cold nipping at his frigid skin.
But he doesn’t. Soon enough the residual energy he still had would fade away too, and with it would go his ability to be unseen by humans.
Maybe Jaehyun will be kind enough to put him out of his misery. Fallen angels had no reason for living, not with their purpose stripped from them.
If he wasn’t an angel any more, then what was he?
Maybe Jaehyun would have some use for him, if he didn’t simply end him instead.
The guilt churns in his gut sickeningly as he realises how far he’s fallen, he deserves this. What was he to think he was different, entertaining thoughts of staying at a demon’s side rather than deal with this soul deep, aching emptiness. The loneliness is just as deep. He’d often wish for silence, and now that he has it he hates it.
Being in his own head alone is terrifying.
He finds himself sinking down on some bench on the footpath bordering the outdoor parking lot.
He curls up, knees to his chest, almost dead wings wrapped over his arms are better than nothing against the cold night.
He closes his eyes, refusing to look at the wings he’d once been so proud of withering to nothing. It made it too real to see such a large part of what made him what he was….what he had been fading away in front of his gaze.
The thought makes him squeeze his eyes tighter, until they burn and tears drip down, falling to the pitted concrete below.
He lets the haze of nothingness sweep him away again, away from reality and all the things he can’t bring himself to face and away from the feelings he’s terrified will break him if he lets himself feel them.
Darkness swamps his consciousness, dragging him under.
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The first thing he notices when consciousness begins to creep in, is he’s warm, and laying on something soft and silky against his bare skin. It’s the type of comfort that attempts to lure him back to sleep. But the understanding that something is drastically different pushes him to consciousness in a fearful rush.
Peeling his eyes open stings, and the world blurs together before his vision clears.
He’s definitely not in the parking lot anymore.
He’s in a large room. It’s dark and moody with heavy velvet drapes dominating most of the walls. They’re all drawn shut and the fire in an open hearth across from him is glowing gently, like it’s been burning for hours and slowly dying down.
Yuta almost forgets everything for a moment in the shock of taking it all in, until the feeling of silk dragging uninterrupted over bare skin where there hadn’t been skin before jolts him back to reality. The luxurious duvet slips to pool at his hips.
The fear of looking is almost paralysing. Even though he already knows they’re gone, seeing it is something he can’t bring himself to do. Instead, he gathers the duvet around his waist. Finally paying attention to the fact he’s wearing nothing at all for clothing, not that he’d had much when he’d ended up on earth after…
Yuta rips his mind away from the imagery of the moment his grace had been torn from him. Forces himself to think about how he’s found himself in a place he’s never been, surrounded by opulence and both without clothing and clearly freshly bathed or at least wiped down because there’s not a single smudge of dirt he can see.
He’s sat on an oversized bed that dominates the room, with towering wooden posts at each corner and the same rich velvet used for the drapes is used as a canopy above his head. It screams of indulgence, and distantly he wonders if this is the type of greed that his mentors said was wrong.
For a moment he debates getting up, and his feet settle over the edge of the mattress and press into plush carpet.
He doesn’t know if he should be terrified or not. The ache of the nothingness is still there, but it’s less potent.
He’s nervous, and confused utterly as to both how he got here and who brought him.
He refuses to wander naked through whatever this place is and sets himself to stand, planning to pull the duvet with him until he can find something better to cover up with. There’s dressers of rich mahogany against a wall a few meters away, surely there could be clothing in there.
It all goes awry though the moment he stands, or at least he tries to. Yuta stands and his balance is simply not there. His mind reaches to tell muscles that are no longer attached to move, to fix the balance and the understanding hits all at once.
His wings are gone, and the unconscious use of them as an integral part of his body's method of balance is still in his head. Telling his body to do things it no longer can, he crumples with a sob. The first of many cries it feels like, as the sound of a door opening barely registers, he should look up, see who it is. But he can’t bring himself to, lost in the tsunami of grief. He feels shattered to the core.
He’s gathered up. Arms slide under his knees and around his back and lift.
“Ah, angel. It’ll be ok.”
He knows that voice, he knows that scent of fresh rain and ozone.
Jaehyun.
It triggers relief so strong he gives up all semblance of control over himself. It’d be humiliating if he wasn’t so devastated.
He ends up sideways across Jaehyun’s lap on the bed, wetting the silky shoulder of Jaehyun’s shirt with the pent up tears he’d held back since the moment he’d had the heavenly guards appear to escort him to a sentencing he knew there would be no mercy given in. The all consuming thought is that he has nothing, IS nothing without a purpose. Words that had been drilled into him since he’d manifested all those years ago.
Through it all Jaehyun is quiet, a steady presence and a soothing touch stroking over his back. It doesn’t do much to soothe the grief, but it grounds him enough that he can stay present and not drown in his emotions to the point of insanity.
He feels numb again by the time the tears dry up, and Jaehyun is still there. The demon is humming tunelessly, chin resting on the crown of Yuta’s head. The humming is just loud enough to be distracting to Yutas scattered thoughts, and he welcomes it. Anything that keeps him from thinking about his situation is a good thing.
“Better?” Jaehyun asks after a minute of silence, the tone is gentle and warm and Yuta wonders how it is that a demon can show more empathy than an angel. Maybe it’s the freedom to just feel what they please.
“Not really,” is the most he can manage in reply, focusing on the sound of Jaehyun’s breathing. Yuta falls in sync with the demon without a thought, dragging air into tight lungs.
Jaehyun pauses in his movements, before he resumes, this time the demon’s elegant fingers caress Yuta’s scalp, rubbing out the pounding headache trying to build.
“It’ll get easier.”
“How do you know that?” Yuta can’t help but ask bitterly, what would Jaehyun know about this? How could he know anything?
Yuta can feel the hesitation, before the man answers, “You aren’t the first angel that’s fallen and ended up here.”
“What?” Yuta can’t help but immediately doubt it. Fallen angels weren’t common to begin with, and Yuta certainly had never heard of any falling because they were foolish enough to dally around with demons of all things, usually it was a human.
“Your leaders don’t like to admit it, but it’s a little more common than you think. Last I heard, they erase all traces of angels like you from their archives. It’s like you never existed to them. So they can pretend it never happened, rather than accept that they failed and are imperfect.” Yuta shivers, feeling angry and ill. He was also oddly relieved that nobody will know of his shame, how can they? When his existence is erased from the collective knowledge of his once brethren. It’s freeing, as much as it’s painful.
“I didn’t know that,” Yuta said simply.
Jaehyun looked down at him. The smile on his face is soft but edged with something Yuta can’t understand.
“That’s not your fault, you were kept carefully blind to the full truth of things. Something I learned from one of the other fallen angels I know. They don’t like questions, especially questions about things like why they hide the reality when they’re meant to be examples of honesty. For creatures so dedicated to the truth, they sure do lie a lot.”
Yuta nodded, head spinning. Even as he knew it to be true, now especially. It was still hard to grasp that he’d been entangled in an intricate web of lies designed to keep him blindly following and it was a demon of all things that was showing him the truth.
Back in the celestial plane, they’d say he was an idiot to believe a single word from the demon's plush lips. And yet, Yuta could tell that he was speaking the truth. How ironic it was.
“I’m seeing that now. These…fallen angels, do you still know them?”
Jaehyun seems to like that question, why, Yuta can’t understand but his eyes brighten.
“Yes. One in particular comes to mind, he only fell a century ago or so. He remembers it well enough that I think he could help you not feel so terrible about your future.”
Again Jaehyun seemed to pause to weigh his words carefully.
“He’s actually the lover of my brother, funnily enough.” Jaehyun said.
“What?” Yuta half chokes the word out, pushing away from Jaehyun as the sudden idea this had been deliberate. Jaehyun had to have done it on purpose, why else would he…
Jaehyun's hand snaps out and grabs his wrist, pulling him back with a strength Yuta had little hope of matching now he was absent of his powers.
“I didn’t intend things to end up this way Yuta! I won’t lie and say I’m not pleased that now I can have you freely, but I didn’t make you fall. If you want to blame anyone, blame those high and mighty ones who lied to you and set you up to fail the moment you began to discover the truth of things. Maybe if they had told you the full truth and weren’t so set on controlling your every action, you wouldn’t have had reason to question and seek a demon out to learn. You’re so much more than just a toy soldier Yuta, didn’t you ever wonder what it would be like to choose your own lover? To make your own path in life? To not be treated like a puppet?”
Yuta halts his struggles, trying to absorb this point of view. The suspicion had been so strong and yet…
“You barely knew who you were when I first met you. You spoke like one of the humans toy robots do, repeating their ideals and beliefs. But you weren’t made for that were you, you started questioning it all the moment you realised they’d lied to you at all. You’re smart Yuta, you know how to think for yourself. They don’t like that. You would have figured it out eventually, and started asking questions. Like Ten did, he ended up here because he questioned things. He wanted choices they weren’t willing to let him have, like choosing his own mate. I won’t tell it all, but he had a lover that was an angel too. But whoever makes those choices on who is destined for who, didn’t approve of the match.”
Jaehyun's face turned bitter, almost sad and Yuta felt like a cold stone was sitting in his chest. The anxiety was palpable. You didn’t choose your mate. Nobody he knew had ever questioned it, the chosen mate was meant to be perfect for you in every way, your other half. It was what they were told. Yuta hadn’t heard of anyone falling in love with another unless it was the one chosen for them. Only then did they allow themselves to. Allow….oh, Yuta drew a deep breath in. He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it.
“What happened then?”
Jaehyuns grip releases and Yuta draws nearer without a thought.
“Ten fought to stay with his lover, and Ten’s lover well….” Jaehyun shrugs. “He didn’t fight for it, denied all feelings for Ten and allowed them to choose someone else for him. Ten was thrown out of the celestial plane.”
The pit of Yutas stomach dropped as he stared in shock. He couldn’t imagine the pain of the betrayal, on top of the loss of being an angel.
“Johnny found him half out of his mind afterwards, he’d been wandering a long time by that point. Nearly dead. You wouldn’t think that had happened to him now though. He’s…spoiled.”
Jaehyuns lips curl upwards, appearing amused while thinking of Ten.
“Spoiled?”
Jaehyun nods, “It happens when your lover is the prince of hell and Ten’s a very demanding creature. Johnny indulges him far too much, but he enjoys it. Ten’s his, everyone knows it. The brat’s a total terror to the lower ranks and Johnny lets him be because it’s amusing.”
Yuta doesn’t know if he can absorb any more shocks this day, as his brain very quickly does the math.
“Prince? Johnny is your brother right? You said that?”
Jaehyun curls his hand tenderly around Yutas cheek, gentle amusement pouring from him in waves.
“There are many princes of hell, angel. A King is no King here without heirs to help hold the throne. Me and Johnny, we are brothers, though we have different mothers. But yes, our father is the king of hell and Johnny is his oldest living son. I’m younger with a few other siblings between me and him, but my mother is the king's favourite wife. So you could say, I’m almost Johnny’s equal. Luckily we get along.”
That certainly explains the opulence of this room, a Prince. No wonder. Yuta has so many questions. One was more urgent than all the others bouncing around in his head.
“What does that mean for me? I mean, why bring me here? What purpose does it serve?”
Jaehyun looks almost angry at that and Yuta goes to pull back, only to once again be stopped. This time Jaehyun cups the back of his neck tight, holding him like one might a naughty kitten. The demon’s golden eyes stare into Yutas brilliant blue with an intensity that’s terrifying.
“Because angel, you’re mine. If you want to be. You’d be safe, taken care of.”
Jaehyun’s free hand drew gently over Yuta’s bare shoulder. He’d almost forgotten the lack of clothing, the way Jaehyun’s touch made him shiver reminds him sharply of this fact as the warm palm slides to rest where his wings had once sat.
“I could even give you your wings back. Not the exact same, but they’d feel like it. I’d make sure they were perfect for you.”
It’s too good to be true, Yuta knows this. And yet, he yearns. Everything is still so raw and painful, he shouldn’t be making decisions like this so soon. But Jaehyun’s words are a soothing balm. He’d have something, someone. Have a purpose, a reason to live. Freedom like he had never had before… and he would have his wings. How he wanted them back, to fly and to have Jaehyun make him feel heights of pleasure like he had never had before with them as he ran his fingers through the silken feathers. Still, he had to know. There has to be a catch. Jaehyun seemed kind, he was even sweet. But he was still a demon.
“What do you want from me in return?”
Jaehyuns smirked, a crooked little grin that made a dimple appear on one side. Yuta’s gut clenched in want despite himself. Giddy with relief and the adrenaline from his fear that Jaehyun might ask too much and he still would say yes, because he was so desperate. How pathetic he was, but the fear of being cast aside and truly having nothing, of being alone, was more terrifying.
“Just you. In every way I can possibly have you.” The demon’s hand releases his neck and travels down to cup the softness of Yutas belly. Jaehyuns eyes follow the gesture and so does Yuta, staring at the large palm tenderly stroking the soft skin.
“And one day, you’d bear my young, if you’re willing.”
Yuta was almost dizzy trying to imagine it, did he want it? Angels simply manifested, from a union of energies from their ‘parents’. There was no pregnancy, nothing like that.
“Is that even possible?” Yuta blurted and Jaehyun laughed, rich and deep. The kind of almost dorky guffaws Yuta had come to love.
“Yes, Yuta. Why else would I say that? I could even show you it is, Ten’s carrying one of Johnny’s hellspawn even as we speak. Johnny’s first legitimate heir, the start of his own legacy.”
Yuta shook his head, “I don’t need to see, I believe you. It’s just, a lot…”
“It is a lot to take in, I don’t expect you to choose what you want straight away. You can take your time. We have an eternity ahead of us after all,” Jaehyun says soothingly and the words help Yuta to relax somewhat. He wasn’t ready quite yet to simply commit to being the demon’s mate…though the thought was far more tempting knowing he’d be taken care of rather than cast aside. Actually that was a thought…
“And if I say no?”
Jaehyun arches a brow and pet the top if Yuta’s head, the gesture feeling lightly demeaning, “I’d be disappointed, but I’d simply return you to the human world and leave you be to find your own path.”
Yuta got the vibe that the demon didn’t think Yuta was going to reject him. The thought stung, and shame bloomed deep in his chest. But then, the demon was probably right. Why would he leave the offer to live here, in ease and comfort with companionship from someone in the same situation even. He hadn’t met Ten yet, but he clung to the hope he could help this be easier.
It wasn’t much of a choice was it, to be cast out alone and vulnerable in a world he barely understood. Live a short life as the absence of energies of the celestial left him completely human. Or stay here, sustained by the power of hell and all its inhabitants. It wasn’t like he was ever going to be able to return to the celestial. They didn’t change their minds. They’d probably kill him if he tried.
And then there was Jaehyun who sat beside him, tenderly smoothing the long black, wavy strands down on Yutas head as he let him think in silence. Caring for him again. Yuta couldn’t help but ache for more of this touch. It soothed the battered feelings in his heart. He couldn’t handle the thought of being so alone in the human realm without any familiarity. He’d never been alone in his life until those few terrifying hours of utter loneliness he remembered after his fall to earth.
“I’ll stay.”
“Are you sure? I’m not going to let you go once you commit to this life, there is no return angel.”
Yuta gave a dry laugh. Bitterness was swelling in place of the misery.
“I don’t want you to let me go Jaehyun. I’ve been cast out once, I don’t think I would survive a second. You’ve shown me more compassion than any angel has, and you’re the demon. A prince of hell no less. No, I’d rather be here, with you.”
Jaehyun smiles properly then, a dazzling thing of beauty that has Yuta smiling in return despite himself. The situation still stung, but he has hope now. Fragile as it might be.
Jaehyun’s hand drifts down to cup his jaw and pulls him in for a kiss that’s soft and languid, but no less intense for its tenderness. Yuta let it warm him, and ease the ache in his chest.
Jaehyun withdrew after letting the kiss drag on for a long minute. He ended it with a soft peck to the curve of Yuta’s flushed pink cheek. The demon dragged the silky soft duvet to cover Yuta’s naked form and pushed him back to lay on the bed. Yuta frowns in both annoyance and confusion.
“Rest a little more, I need to prepare some things since you’re staying,” Jaehyun says.
“Like what?” Yuta asked, trying to ignore the dull ache of arousal simmering in his gut.
“Like the ceremony to gift you wings again, you want that don’t you?” Jaehyun’s teasing him again, but still it’s enough to effectively shut up any further complaints. The demon’s golden eyes flicker downwards to Yuta’s covered legs.
“Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone either, understood”
Yuta’s mouth opens to object, he had been planning to do just that the moment the cursed prince had left the room. The humiliation of being so easily read was enough to set the tips of his ears burning in shame.
“Why? I can do what I like, can’t I?” Yuta says as he sets his jaw stubbornly, trying to ignore the wave of arousal the easy confidence Jaehyun had in brazenly ordering him triggered.
Jaehyun is suddenly in his face again, swarming over him in a blur of inhuman movement, forcing him to lay flat on his back to avoid colliding. The demon’s molten gold eyes are warm with amusement, but there’s an edge to the man’s expression that has Yuta freezing like prey caught in the eyes of a wolf. The man hovers over him on his knees on the bed. The man is all predator at this moment, and gone is his easy going nature and charming smile. It’s easy to forget sometimes that Jaehyun is still a demon. A demon who loves all things carnal.
“Because you’re mine angel, and that includes your pleasure.” One hand leaves the bed by Yuta’s shoulder and moves downwards, “You can do what you like, except disobey me.”
The hand that moved abruptly cups and squeezes harshly at Yuta’s half hard cock through the duvet, pleasured pain shooting through Yuta’s body, and he arches into it as he bites his fist with a shriek of shock. The pressure increases until Yuta gasps, back arching higher off the bed.
Jaehyun lets go and Yuta drops limply back to the bed and curls on his side, gasping for breath. His body is throbbing and arousal is thrumming through his aching dick that had gone from half, to fully hard under the assault.
“Disobey and I’ll cage it,” Jaehyun doesn’t need to tell Yuta what he will cage, it was implicitly clear exactly what he meant. And Yuta tries to deny that the threat only arouses him further. The guilt is less than it had been in the past, but it stills sickeningly in his gut. The feeling of shame spikes his arousal higher.
He is truly damned.
And somehow, he can’t find it in himself to mind it.
Jaehyun leaves him with a dimpled grin and wave. Yuta settles under the cover, trying to ignore the ache between his thighs.
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Yuta manages to sleep in the end, and wakes to fingers in his hair scratching at his scalp.
He isn’t used to this. It felt weird to sleep so much. But his body clearly needs it and waking like this? He could deal with sleeping more if it means more of this.
He mumbles something that’s meant to be a greeting and feels the bed shake gently when Jaehyun laughs. Because of course it was him. He’s changed his outfit. The demon’s wearing nothing but silky black pyjama pants.
Yuta looks groggily upwards, and Jaehyun looks like what humans call an adonis. All perfectly smooth skin over chiselled muscle. Foggily, Yuta thinks that description doesn’t do him justice. It has to be a demon thing, the way the few he’d met seem to ooze sensuality without effort.
“Are you awake now?” Jaehyun asks quietly, still dragging his fingers slowly through Yuta’s hair. The sensation makes Yuta want to go limp and bask in it. Not unlike a cat getting a particularly good ear scratch.
“You gotta stop that.” Yuta says.
Jaehyun laughs at the slurred sounds, or at least Yuta assumes it was that. His mouth is struggling to form words.
“Stop what?” Jaehyun’s words coincide with a little extra pressure to his fingertips and Yuta groans in pleasure before swatting clumsily at the demon prince’s hand.
“That. I’ll fall asleep again.”
Jaehyun’s hand withdraws, as he laughs softly again.
“Alright angel, I do need you awake. I’ve been busy while you had your nap.”
The brief conversation from before drifts into Yuta’s consciousness and with it, a surge of nervous excitement.
“My wings?”
Jaehyun nods once, smirking ever so slightly.
“Luckily my brother has done it before, for Ten. So it was a simple matter of asking him to share his knowledge.” The demons face sombers, “I will warn you though angel, it’s a painful process.”
“It can’t be more painful than having my grace ripped from my body”
Jaehyun nods, acceding the point, “True, maybe not. You’ll need to want it enough to endure it, once it starts, it can’t stop. That is one thing Johnny warned me you should know.”
“I want it, I can’t ever be an angel again. But I can have my wings, they mean more than you might imagine.”
Jaehyun looks at him strangely, “You’re still an angel Yuta. They took your grace, and your wings, but they didn’t change that.”
“I’m human Jaehyun, without those things, I’m no angel.”
Without warning, the demon’s hand flashes out and snatches Yuta’s wrist, pulling it to his mouth where he sinks his teeth into the skin. Jaehyun ignores the cry of pain, and the attempt to pull away. Yuta feels his skin break, the sting making him yell, short and sharp at the shock.
“JAEHYUN!!” He’s angry, lashing out to hit the demon’s head.
But the demon simply pulls back, avoiding the blow and turning the bleeding wrist towards Yuta’s gaze.
Gold. The blood was still gold, ichor.
Yuta stares at the slow trickle of ichor as it sluggishly makes its way to his elbow before dripping to the bed.
“You’re still an angel, Yuta.” Jaehyun says, licking traces of the golden liquid from his lips, “They didn’t rip your grace from you, so much as they locked it away deep inside you where you can’t use it. We haven’t figured out unlocking that. But it doesn’t matter, angel, you still have it.”
“I feel like a fool…how do I not know all these things?” Yuta asks in a stupor, anger building towards his own kind in general. He never thought he would feel such things towards his own people, and yet… here he is.
Jaehyuns gaze is pitying, and it rankles at his pride. But it isn’t Jaehyuns fault.
“You know why angel, why would they? Because it would give fallen angels reason to seek ways to unlock it. Luckily for your kin in heaven, they haven’t had much luck yet,” the demon says.
Something cold sweeps through him, a new determination rising with his anger at everything that’s been taken from him by what is starting to sound a lot like a group of hypocrites. He can reclaim this one thing.
“Give me my wings back, I don’t care how much it hurts.”
Jaehyun gives him a smile that looks victorious, smug, and Yuta swears a flicker of pride was there too. The demon pulled the bloodied arm closer, and his tongue swept up Yuta’s arm from elbow to wrist in one quick swipe as the man smirked at him, eyes staring into Yuta’s, golden and wicked.
Yuta’s breath hitches, the action is far more sensual than he was prepared for. Jaehyun kisses the bitten wrist, and the wound closes before his eyes in a matter of seconds. He wants to ask how he was able to do that, he didn’t know demons could heal anything other than themselves. But then he remembers they are in hell, and Jaehyun is royalty. Jaehyun is at his most powerful here, in his home, the center of his power. There is probably little he can not do.
“Of course angel, as you wish.”
Jaehyun pulls him from the bed.
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It was dark in the room, brilliantly white sigils covering the floorcontained within a circle that brims with so much power that makes Yuta’s skin sting, and his stomach churn. Pure demonic energy, it has to be. It was so concentrated it was making even his slight traces of angelic grace stir restlessly.
Jaehyun dressed him simply in black cotton pants before they’d left the bedroom. His torso is bare as he’s guided to kneel in the middle. The energy roils around him, making him dizzy with its overwhelming density. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen such a concentration of pure demonic power in one place before.
Though his experience has been limited, maybe this is more common than he thinks.
To his surprise, Johnny as Jaehyun had introduced him as, is outside the circle watching lazily from a simple wooden chair. Beside him, the fallen angel Jaehyun told him of was kneeling on the floor leaning against Johnny’s thigh, with the demon’s fingers in his golden hair petting lightly. Ten’s eyes are sharp, half lidded but by no means unfocused as he stares at Yuta with an unreadable expression. Lounging against Johnny, a delicately boned hand resting on the swell of his obviously pregnant stomach.
Yuta can’t decide how he feesl about the two observers, though Jaehyun told him they were simply here to help if needed.
But the picture is one he can’t stop thinking of. That’s his very likely future. He hopes he will have moments like the one in front of him that radiates a long term affection and care. Ten’s aura is at ease, completely confident and so very obviously proud.
Jaehyun’s hand trails over the tops of his shoulders, pulling his mind away from the older pair and the energy smooths out, less flowing, erratic pulsing and more controlled contractions of energy that push against him like waves, retreating like the tide only to push back into him again, stronger with each controlled crash back into him.
Yuta tensed, digging his fingers into the thin cotton of the pants. The energy burns as it enters him, rising higher until it fills every inch of him. The heat is all he can feel, but it isn’t unbearable, this pain is nothing compared to what is yet to come.
It’s the silver blade that hangs loosely in Jaehyun’s hand that worries Yuta.
The chill of the metal is a shock as its tip touches where once, his wings had sprouted from.
It’s a warning touch, and Yuta braces for what’s coming next.
The blade carves down, creating a blazing path of pain down his back.
Yuta’s world narrows down to only his breathing and the agonizing burn the blade makes as Jaehyun cuts him open.
Above him, Jaehyun’s speaking in a deep rasp. They are words Yuta do not recognise as any language he’s ever heard. The sound is inhuman, harsh, and jarring to the ears as the second cut is made.
For a moment, black flickers at the edge of his vision, tears flowing freely from eyes. His breaths rattle in his chest, as he struggles to draw in air through the paralysing clutches of pain squeezing his ribs, making him choke.
Lost in the pain, he only realises they were on to the next step when something wet drops on his back like rain.
Jaehyuns blood, he thought dizzily. He remembers only snatches of the conversation earlier. His only form of relief is knowing it’s almost over.
The blood feels cool to his fevered skin as it slides down his nape to the gaping wounds on his back.
It’s then that, finally, Yuta screams as the demon’s blood mixed with his own, feeling like acid poured on raw flesh. The world flickers wildly around the edges, and finally, the darkness rises to claim him, dragging him under to pain free peace.
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When Yuta regains consciousness next, it’s not to pain, it’s not to the dark room with its glowing sigils and overflow of demonic power.
It’s to his body thrumming with pleasure.
He can feel his wings, spread to either side and he lays on his belly. Fingers are deep in the feathers, rubbing and pressing against the sensitive skin beneath. Pleasure rolls through him in waves at each touch, and he moans before he’s fully conscious.
“Hello Angel~” A voice purrs from behind him, between his spread legs where he can feel a cock buried deep in his ass, shallowly thrusting.
Jaehyun. Yuta tries to say the demon's name, but the syllables tumble gracelessly from his lips as Jaehyun thrusts sharply into him, stealing his voice away with a burst of pleasure. Yuta can feel his own cock hard and leaking against his belly. He knows Jaehyun’s been at this for a while, why else would he feel so much like he was drowning in pleasure, thick and heavy in his limbs already.
He feels high on the feeling and the joy that he has his wings, just like Jaehyun had promised. They feel heavy on his back, a reassuring weight. And Yuta melts into the bed, with a half sigh, half moan of pleasure as his brain fills with white noise.
Jaehyun laughs, and Yuta feels a hand slide up his back, into his hair and a gasp rips from his throat as the demon pulls his head back.
“Take a look at what I gifted you angel, I made sure they were perfect for you.”
Yuta looks.
And almost recoils in shock. Jaehyun’s weight and strength keep him pinned to the bed.
A whimper crawls out his throat.
There are wings, soft, feathery and strong.
But the pearlescent white is no more. Instead, there’s glossy black, shining with hints of blue and purple it’s so deep.
“They match your beautiful hair. I didn’t want you looking in the mirror and thinking too much about before, when your life is here now angel.”
Yuta chokes, gasps as Jaehyun hauls him upright to sit on his thighs. Yuta feels Jaehyun’s cock press deeper, filling him even more, and he shivers at the feeling of being so full.
His head is spinning, his thoughts an incoherent mess.
He doesn’t know what to think of this change.
Jaehyun hadn’t asked him, hadn’t warned him they would be different. Or maybe he’d just been naive to think he would be given what he expected.
“Look angel, Yuta. See them?” the demon moves, making Yuta aware of a mirror right in front of him. A few feet away. A tall oval of pristine glass framed in opulent gold.
The image reflected back is as obscene, as it is beautiful. With his thighs spread wide by Jaehyun’s inside of his own, he can see where they’re joined. Jaehyun’s looking at him in the mirror, lazily resting his face in the crook of Yuta’s neck as he thrusts with a lazy confidence, slow and languid. Acting for all the world like he hasn’t just shattered some small, but desperate hope Yuta naively clung to.
His full lips just beneath Yuta’s ears move as Yuta stares, entranced and awe struck at the picture they make like this. The black wings are a startling contrast to their golden toned skin, framing them, drawing attention to their bodies even more.
“They’re beautiful, I know you probably wanted what you had before. But you’re not the same as before angel, no matter how you might want to be. You’re not. Let these be a gift and a symbol of your new life.”
Yuta swears he’s even more sensitive than before, as Jaehyuns skillful hand slips from his hair, the fingers dig along the top of his wing, right before the bend into the oil glands and smear it through the thick feathers. His mind goes fuzzy at the sudden burst of pleasure from the firm touch.
Somewhere in the distant back of his mind, he has a small voice telling him this is wrong. He needs to speak up, make Jaehyun fix this. But then Jaehyun’s arm about his waist dips lower and his hand grips his cock, sending all coherent thoughts flying out his head with a shout as his back arches and his hands fly up to grip at the demon’s hair, his throat, anything to anchor him as the world spins around him.
His blunt nails scrape desperately over smooth skin and Jaehyun shivers under the touch. He’d always enjoyed a little pain, Yuta knows.
“That’s it angel. Fuck…. You feel so good like this.”
Yuta can’t control the little bursting fizz of pleasure at being praised. Can something that feels this good really be wrong? Does it really matter if his wings are different? Jaehyun’s right. White would only remind him of before.
He struggles to think further, and gives up. He doesn’t care to think about it anymore as Jaehyun thumbs the tip of his cock and smiles a sharp grin, a hint of fangs peeking from behind his lips. It’s easier not to think, just to take what Jaehyun’s giving him. The wings are stunning, just…different. But so is he.
He needs to say something, Jaehyun is watching him with an expectant look in the mirror. Yuta decides Jaehyun is right.
“They’re perfect,” he murmurs, drunk off pleasure.
Jaehyun smiles boyishly handsome and deceptively sweet, his dimples flashing.He grinds up into Yuta as he nibbles along the sensitive line of his neck.
“Of course they are, I created them just for you.” Jaehyun says, clearly pleased, biting at Yutas earlobe.
Jaehyuns touch is too measured, controlled.
Yuta wants more, wants Jaehyun as incoherent and out of control as he feels. Yuta forces his hips back down, taking control off of Jaehyun and squeezing around him.
The moan that comes from the demon is the loudest he’s heard, a rich bass that rumbles from deep within. Jaehyun’s hands come to rest as at his hips, tightening, a bruising pressure. Yuta can feel the prick of claws at his flesh.
Lust spreads like a wildfire through him at the realisation, the demon has always clung tenaciously to his human form around him. Claiming his true nature would terrify him, the words had been spoken in a manner that sounded joking, but the eyes had said it was not a topic to be brought up again.
But now, he’s already chained to the demon by more than just words. Even as they fuck, he can feel the connection Jaehyun tied between them. Jaehyun’s magic thrums through his veins, curls around his soul. He had thought it would burn, but instead it’s a warming presence, like the heat from a fire on a cold winter’s day.
He’s relaxed, but he knows to be ready to react at the slightest provocation.
He really is Jaehyun’s now. He deserves to see the full frightening beauty of the demon.
“Show me,” He gasps, his own fingers curling tight over Jaehyun’s. He lets his head rest on the broad shoulder behind him so his words go direct to the demon’s sensitive ears as he rolls his hips in a slow, taunting grind, refusing to give back control. He can feel the tension in Jaehyun rolling off of him in waves. He knows Jaehyun can take it back if he really wants to.
“I can’t run, even if I wanted to. Show me all of you.”
Jaehyun’s eyes flicker black around the gold and Yuta’s breath catches.
Just a little more he thinks.
“I’m yours, and that means you're mine too. Let me see you.”
Yuta knows he’s won by the way the claws dig deeper, the first trail of blood carves a path of scarlet down his thigh. Jaehyun’s eyes are pitch black, where once they had been white. The golden iris standing out, frighteningly erotic.
“You are getting too bold,”
The demon’s claws leave bloodied, tiny holes in his skin as one hand trails up to grasp at his throat. Yuta swallows, feeling the weight and warmth of Jaehyun’s fingers curled delicately around his vulnerable throat.
He lets his own hands stay down, relaxed on his thighs, surrendering in body as he has in his mind to the demon’s whims.
“You won’t scare me.”
Jaehyun smirks, an amused little thing as he lets his cheek rest against Yuta’s head, fingers grasping the angel’s jaw so Yuta cannot look away from the mirror. Jaehyun is dangerous and darkly sinful as he speaks in a lazy drawl.
“Even if I did, it wouldn’t stop me plundering your body and taking what’s mine. I would hold you down even as you screamed in terror. Be careful what you ask for angel.”
The vision Jaehyun’s words paint in his mind creates a surge of lust that he doesn’t expect, the idea of being made to take it and bred by the demon no matter his feelings on the matter has an eroticism he hasn’t contemplated before. His cock jerks, leaking precum and the demon laughs.
“You are far more interesting than I thought, brave little angel. One day, maybe, I will test your words….”
Yuta’s nostrils flare as he feels the shame and heat of lust roll through him as one. Maybe he has always belonged here if he felt this way over something so clearly wrong.
“For now, let me show you what you asked for angel.”
The words are spoken in a rumbling purr. Yuta feels the way Jaehyun’s power thrums, making him feel a tingling heat in a rushing wave from head to toe as the man’s form flickers, blurs and then reshapes itself in a matter of seconds.
The fiery golden eyes are the first thing Yuta notices, black sclera making the glowing gold all that more bright. Piercing into his as he stares into the mirror, he has to force himself to look away from that powerful gaze that’s as dangerous as it is beautiful.
Jaehyun’s skin is now a smooth blue grey skin, marred only by slashes of black that Yuta assumes are tattoos of some sort, up the arms to the shoulders that are even broader than before. Edges of more tattoos can just barely be seen on Jaehyuns chest, covered from view only by Yuta’s own naked form.
The way Jaehyun’s hand covers his throat, claws digging into the back of his neck tells him the demon’s change in size was not restricted to just one area. Yuta swallows, feeling how cool the demons skin was against his own now. It isn’t frigid, but pleasant to the touch in his fevered state.
Jaehyun’s head looms over his, looking down as he uses his grip at the angel’s throat to force Yuta to look up.
Horns curl away towards the back of the head, in two pairs. Two larger ones sit just above the temple, sweeping back into sharp points, two smaller sit below, less than half the size.
Yuta registers this as he’s made to meet the demon’s entrapping gaze again, the world falls away as he’s made to stare. All that exists is the fire that is Jaehyun’s eyes, and the demons touch anchoring him from falling in completely to float into nothingness inside that fire.
“Scared angel? You should be.”
Jaehyun’s voice has taken on a distant sound, like it’s coming at him from all around, nowhere and everywhere at once. A rumbling, gravelly whisper. Yuta’s dizzy, his grasp on reality slipping away. He wants with a strength he didn’t know he had, the peace and warmth is embracing him like he belongs to it.
His vision goes black and Yuta gasps, tumbling back into himself, back to awareness. Jaehyun’s free hand is blocking his view of the golden eyes.
“Foolish angel, I’m in my realm, my powers are strongest here and you stare into my gaze. You know what a demon's gaze can do when we’re like this, or did your teachers keep you from that too?”
Yuta shudders, gasps and grasps for anything coherent to say. Anything that won’t give away the fact he wants more. That dangerous allure, the feeling of floating in the demon’s fire, nothing in his thoughts but the fires of hell that is Jaehyun’s source of power. So richly intoxicating.
Yuta suddenly grasps why the archangels emphasized the need to be strong against temptations of all kinds.
Nothing could have prepared him for that.
Is he scared??
“No,” he meets the demons gaze through the mirror, pupils blown wide in hazy pleasure, “I’m not scared of you,”
Something akin to pride— or is it relief— flickers across Jaehyun’s face, or so Yuta thinks. It’s hard to think straight with pleasure still flowing like thick honey through his veins. He just knows that Jaehyun wants him, and he craves that, needs it more than air. He refuses to be scared of the only one who cares.
Jaehyun moves without warning, rocking into him and Yuta feels the air punch from his lungs. The demon’s cock feels like it’s in his guts, pressing under his lungs, it’s so deep.
“Keep looking angel, you look perfect like this,” Jaehyun’s hands guide him down, bending forward with his wings spread wide across the length of the bed, ass up for the demon. Fingers in his hair pull his head until he stares into the mirror.
His own face is flushed and damp, pupils blown wide and foggy. Jaehyun towers over him from behind, dragging claws down his back in an unspoken implication of what he could do with ease and the visual has Yuta moaning without thought, deliriously thinking if he’s already doomed to hell, he might as well embrace it. What did it matter anymore? He’s already fallen. Eternal damnation is already his.
Jaehyun’s fingers drag back up to where the silky black wings begin. The claw tips dig into the feathers there and Yuta moans, then clenches around the demon as Jaehyun fucks him slow and deep. The pleasure is intense enough to steal his breath and sparks with each thrust that drags along his walls.
“So perfect,” Jaehyun murmurs, a dimpled grin on his angular face. The black hair swept back lends a harder look than Yuta’s used to on Jaehyun. The eyes burn gold and Yuta stares at them in the reflection. Jaehyun stares back, the power muted when it’s simply an image.
Jaehyun’s fingers drag through the feathers again, Yuta’s hips jerking back to take the demon deeper when the claws pluck a feather free, the pain turning to pleasure that shoots down to his cock.
“So desperate, the picture of sin aren’t you? Ass up for my cock, begging for it with your body. How am I meant to resist?”
Shame burns hot and red, his stomach churning. He whimpers, thoughts confused and conflicting. The shame is reflexive, ingrained. He doesn’t want to care anymore, what is the point? It’s freeing, understanding that. He doesn’t have to care about sin anymore, here in hell he’s surrounded by it. And now he’s one of them, for all eternity.
“Don’t want you to, use me.” Yuta rasps, struggling to connect thoughts but one thing he is certain of, he doesn’t want Jaehyun to leave him. He wants the demon as intoxicated as he is by him. A possessiveness rises inside him. He’ll make sure the demon has no reason to need anyone else.
“Use you?” Jaehyun’s tone is curious, pleased and Yuta latches on to that, “Use me. Make your own legacy, with me. I’ll make sure to nurture them so they grow strong and loyal to you,”
The growl from Jaehyun startles him with its ferocity, he swallows the sound his body tries to make as Jaehyun leans over him. Covering him, Jaehyun’s face is right next to his own. The gold irises made of fire stare into his unerringly.
Yuta refuses to show fear, knowing instinctively if he does, he will fail to gain what it is he’s after.
“You really are perfect for me Yuta, smart aren’t you. With that silver tongue. You understand though don’t you, what it is you are asking for. I would have taken it from you anyway, but it’s better like this. I can give you everything your heart desires if you please me. Play your cards right, and you can reign beside me. I’ve grown more than a little fond of you, sweet angel. My Yuta.”
Jaehyun’s touch softens, oddly tender. And Yuta’s heart sings at the praise, he knows he’s won some measure of respect. Hearing his name fall from the demon’s lips is a reward he wasn’t expecting and it makes giddy joy bounce around in his mind and heart to hear it.
“I’m yours Jaehyun, so take me.” Yuta rocks into the demon, feeling the stretch and burn. He’s so full, he’s certain he’s going to taste the demon’s cock on the back of his tongue afterwards.
“Sweet Yuta, I’ll take you. And let them all know you’re mine, and only mine.”
Jaehyun’s clawed fingers settle around the tops of his wings, close to where they join his back. For a moment Yuta wonders what it is the demon plans to do, when Jaehyun’s body tenses and his world explodes into pleasure so strong his vision turns white. The demon pulled his body back onto his cock, using his wings as leverage to fuck into him with force enough to make his bones rattle.
It’s overwhelming, and Yuta scrambles to try to find something to anchor himself to. The sheets tear away from the bed under his desperate fingers. He’s staring into the mirror, but he registers nothing other than the sensation of being fucked so animalistically. His cock jumps and spurts as he finally comes, but Jaehyun won’t stop even when Yuta sobs in oversensitivity.
“You can take it angel, it’s what you’re made for.” Jaehyun purrs into his ear as he pushes him down by his neck, spreading Yuta’s thighs wide with his own to fuck him deeper “I can’t wait to see your belly round and full of my young. You’ll be even more beautiful. I’ll dress you in the finest of silks and feed you from my hand. You won’t suffer again.”
He shouldn’t believe it, he shouldn’t. But he does. He’ll give the demon his body and bear his young and he won’t be abandoned again. Jaehyun will care for him. He wants what he saw for those few moments between Johnny and Ten. He can have it. He WILL have it. Jaehyun is a demon, but he needs him and wants him and that is enough. The real love can come with time.
“I want you, I want you….” He babbles into the bedcovers bunched around his head, it’s too much but he craves the feeling of being full and wants too much to tell Jaehyun to stop.
“You have me Yuta, I’ll care for you. I won’t abandon you. Look at me sweet angel.”
Yuta has to force his eyes to work, to blink away the tears of oversensitivity and focus on the image in the mirror at the gentle words. Jaehyun’s face is right by his own, over his shoulder. Jaehyun looks utterly debauched, lips swollen and red. Eyes blown wide, the pupil almost swallowing the iris.
“You’re the only one for me Yuta, I want you by my side.”
Yuta believes him.
“I’m yours and you are mine,” Yuta pours every ounce of determination into the words and Jaehyun smiles, nuzzling into the side of his throat tenderly even as he rearranges Yuta’s insides with his cock. The contrast makes Yuta’s head spin.
“Sweet Yuta, of course. I’ll bed you until it takes and then fuck you again, because you’re all I want.”
Jaehyun says as he thrusts into him, almost sending him over the edge of the mattress with the force. Yuta sobs, trembling as his nerves send pleasure so strong it’s painful blazing through every inch of him. His body gets dragged back from the edge by Jaehyun’s hands on his thighs pulling them wide open as he thrusts into the wet heat of Yuta’s ass. The slick sounds are obscene, and Yuta can hear his own panting breaths in his ears along with his pounding heart as he wails when Jaehyun’s cock hits the bundle of nerves inside his ass again.
Yuta shrieks, dragging at his hair as Jaehyun pounds into it. He can’t get away, even though he tries the demons strength is too much and Jaehyun simply laughs and fists a hand in his hair to slam his face into the mattress as he fucks him in a frenzy. His mind goes blank and he knows he’s screaming but he can’t stop until Jaehyun finally slams deep and fills him up.
He’s not really aware of anything, half convinced he’s no longer alive and has left his body behind in Jaehyun’s bed. He’s sobbing until Jaehyun scoops him up. The demon pulled out and lifted his limp, wrung out body over his chest, so his wings can comfortably drape over the bed while he shivers and shudders, Jaehyun's hand in his hair petting him gently helps bring him back to himself little by little.
He’s back to his human form again, all soft boyish charm and sweet dimpled smiles. Yuta huddles into the man’s arms and tries to remember how to move, but he’s so exhausted. He feels so good, floaty now he’s come back to himself. Just, so heavy. So tired, but content, his fears put to rest. He’s wanted here.
Jaehyun kisses the top of his head.
“Sleep Yuta, my angel. I’ll be here when you wake. Welcome to Hell, sweet one.”
He sleeps.