“Minos!” Adam cried out, overcome. “Please!”
“You look so beautiful in your pleasure, my soul. So sexy and so good giving yourself up to me.”
Adam would have cum again, somehow, only it was like Minos knew, because his hand gripped Adam’s cock at the base and his tail slowly withdrew, which caused a whimper from Adam.
“Please, Minos,’ he mewled out. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me. Need to feel your pleasure. Need to be filled with you and feel you cum in me. Please.”
Minos growled and flipped Adam over so that he was quite suddenly on his back with Minos looming above him.
Adam grabbed his legs in his hands, splaying them wide and giving his demon access to his ass. Then that long, thick, perfect cock sank into him. Minos looked down at Adam and stared into his eyes, and Adam tried to look back, but his eyes rolled back and closed in the excruciating pleasure of being filled by Minos.
And then he cried out, “Minos! Holy fuck, Minos! What…?” He was panting in pleasure, unable to even ask. Because it was like Minos had a hundred little bumps all over his dick, and they were rubbing and massaging inside of Adam.
Minos chuckled darkly. “Does my little human like that?” he asked, knowing full well from the sounds that Adam was making that he most certainlydidlike that, thank you very much.
Minos was moving then, gliding in and out, slowly fucking Adam as the pleasure built and built in his body. All sensation was centered in his ass while his dick bounced between their bodies, hard and leaking precum all over the both of them.
“Look at me,” Minos demanded.
Adam opened his eyes, locking his gaze with Minos’, staring into the stars that shone just for him in those dark orbs.
“Say it,” Minos commanded. “Tell me, little human. My soul, my beautiful one, my shining light in the darkness. Tell me.”
And Minos’ dick got impossibly wider as he began thrusting faster, and Adam panted, lost in those eyes, overcome with pleasure and love and endless possibilities with his perfect demon.
“Tell me, my soul. Tell me,” Minos panted out.
“I love you, Minos. I love you, I love you, I love you. You are my everything. You are my eternity.”
And with those words, he felt Minos jerk inside him, felt his lover fill him, and he tried to keep his eyes open to watch those stars in Minos’ eyes as the cum shot from his own dick, the orgasm crashing through him. He was drowning in those eyes, in pleasure, in love. It was like they were one and the same, an endless loop of perfection.
And then, somehow, Minos went from crushing him from above to holding him pressed against his chest, and Adam couldn’t help but snuggle in closer, pressing every inch of flesh possible into his demon’s skin.
“I love you, Adam,” Minos said, caressing Adam’s skin everywhere his hands could reach. And Adam placed a kiss against Minos’ chest where his face was buried, content for at least the moment to rest quietly in the afterglow of their passion.
Epilogue
Adam and Minos sat at a large, comfy booth in Limbo. Adam still hadn’t quite figured out afterlife physics, because although they could see the stage and hear the music, everything was muted enough for conversation. This was definitely more tolerable for his grumpy mate, and Adam still got to head into the writhing masses to dance his heart out with Pandora when the mood struck.
When they’d first arrived, Pandora had seen the two of them and promptly burst into tears, which had totally shocked Adam. She was like the ice queen, in the best possible way, of course, and the tears were totally freaky. Minos had sort of rolled his eyes, though, even while Pandora had wailed out, “I thought you were both gone! How could you make me do that, Minos? I thought I was erasing you from existence!”
Which of course required a bit of explanation. Pandora got herself under control quickly enough and got mad instead, giving Minos quite the lecture on giving her commands that might lead to his very demise. Adam had nodded, made noises of agreement, and patted Pandora’s arm, but when he’d turned to look at Minos he could see his grumpy demon was completely unphased. He thought he even saw an eye roll or two.
And honestly, he figured he would have done the same thing in Minos’ place, so he couldn’t be mad at him. He had counted on Minos coming, and Minos had risked it all to do so. Which Adam wisely did not say to Pandora.
She ran out of steam soon enough, and Minos had grumbled out, “I do apologize for commanding you against your will. I would not have normally done such a thing, for I count you as a friend.”
Pandora had airily forgiven him for his “impatience and unwise decision making,” at which point Minos had merely rolled his eyes. Adam heard the apology for what it was, however, even if Pandora took it to mean that Minos had been wrong overall. Minos regretted taking away Pandora’s choice. He did not regret risking it all for Adam. He didn’t regret opening the door or climbing the stairs or possibly being erased, because he had to get to his love. It was all rather romantic, and Adam practically sighed dreamily just thinking about it.
They had chatted about the upstairs chaos, and it wasn’t long before an impatient Pandora was pulling him towards the dance floor. He’d thought Minos would be a little more… overbearing, especially about them being separated. Adam had watched Minos’ face carefully when Pandora had grabbed his hand, and Minos had grumbled a bit, but he had given a barely perceptible nod at Adam. Adam had, of course, rewarded him with a big fat kiss, and he then made sure that Minos could always see him on the dance floor.
And maybe it was Adam’s imagination, but it really felt like he could feel Minos too, like a warmth in his chest. He had happily danced away with Pandora, watching as she flirted and worked her magic with everyone who danced by. And eventually he had started to miss his Minos, and he had felt that warmth tugging at him a little, so he had touched her arm and motioned back to the table.
When he arrived, Minos was sitting and chatting with a giant black demon, complete with a super sexy full-faced beard and a literal mane of black hair. Man, afterlife hair products had to be amazing. The demon also had some crazy black wings, and Adam had a hard time figuring out if they were made of feathers or of some kind of metal.
He would not ask. He would not ask.
“Ok, so whatarethe wings made of? And holy shit, or unholy shit, maybe? Your hair is gorgeous!”
