Then they were moving, Jon lifting his hips up, and Beel thrusting to meet him as Jon slid back down. Fuck, it felt fucking amazing. He tried angling his hips a little differently, and he must have hit just the right spot, because Jon gasped, his eyes fluttering shut.
Beel angled his hips that way again and again, and their pace grew frantic. Beel wasn’t going to last at this rate, and he needed Jon to come. He needed to see his man fall apart in ecstasy.
“Look at me, love. You are so fucking amazing. You feel so good,” Beel whispered.
Jon opened his eyes, looking down into Beel’s face. Beel took one of Jon’s hands and clasped it in his own, pulling Jon down toward him just a bit, their faces closer. That little adjustment seemed to do it for Jon, because Beel could see the pleasure on his face. Hells, it was almost like he could feel it himself.
Beel’s hips thrust up again and again, both of them panting, their eyes locked. Beel felt his orgasm approaching, and he was ready to reach for Jon’s dick with his other hand, but Jon’s eyes fluttered, and he whispered, “Oh fuck, oh my god, yes.”
His cock shot ropes of cum out across Beel’s stomach and chest, and his ass squeezed down on Beel’s cock. With his own moans, Beel let himself go, his orgasm riding over him like a shockwave.
Their movement slowed and halted, and Jon opened his eyes, looking down at Beel. Beel stared back at him, resisting the insane urge to confess feelings it was far too early to confess, so instead he leaned up and kissed Jon, their lips gliding together sensuously.
When Beel felt Jon’s arm tremble, he pulled him down onto his chest, his softening dick sliding out of Jon. They both moaned a bit at that, and then they both chuckled. Beel did a little demonic clean up, hoping Jon would be too blissed out to notice—he didn’t want his man laying in a sticky mess, and he had plans to have a bit of cuddle time.
Jon slid over a tiny bit so he was half on the bed and half resting in Beel’s arms, and Beel brought his arms up around Jon, holding him close. He let one hand softly glide through Jon’s hair and used the other hand to rub Jon’s arm that was resting against his chest. Jon lightly caressed Beel’s chest, too, and all the skin and warmth and cuddles lulled Beel into a soft, warm, fuzzy place in his head. He leaned down and kissed Jon against the forehead, and Jon sighed happily.
Best. Date. Ever.
Chapter
Seventeen
BEEL GOES MISSING (SORT OF)
It was the frantic sound of his name that woke Beel up. Somehow they both must have dozed off wrapped in each other’s arms, and Beel came awake disoriented as he felt Jon push off his chest and hop out of bed.
“Whaa?” Beel managed to mumble out. He was not a morning person. Hells, he wasn’t usually a person at all in the morning, so he definitely wasn’t getting with the program very quickly.
Light was filtering in through the curtain, although it was dim, so Beel guessed it was really freaking early. Jon was out of bed, and Beel was momentarily distracted by his gorgeous ass, which was still naked.
“Fuck! Beel!” Jon cried out again, and Beel could hear the panic in his voice but had no idea where it came from.
“What, love? What is it?” Beel asked, sitting up now and trying to clear the fog from his head. Jon was worried as shit about something, and Beel couldn't have that.
When Jon made it over to the aquarium and took the lid off, frantically searching inside, Beel realized exactly what Jon was in a panic over.
Oh, fuck.
Because of course the aquarium was empty.
Because of course Jon hadn’t actually been callinghisname; he’d been calling the pet frog’s name. The pet frog who was currentlynotin the aquarium because he was currently a human in Jon’s bed.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Where the hell is he? Beel!” Jon cried frantically. He moved rocks and felt around the whole aquarium, although it was clearly empty; there hadn’t been that many decorations in it. He lifted the lid off the dresser and checked the bottom of it, like maybe Beel had somehow gotten stuck to it. Then he started checking behind and around the aquarium and on the dresser, which was also very clearly empty of a frog (or anything else—Jon was very tidy).
“Was it on? The lid? Fuck! I didn’t notice if it was on tight—did you notice?” Jon frantically asked, turning to Beel.
Jon didn’t wait for an answer. “Shit! It must not have been on. He could be anywhere. He could have hopped off and hurt himself!” And at that he lowered himself down onto the floor, looking under the dresser, calling Beel’s name.
Beel tried not to be distracted by Jon’s naked, waving ass (it was a great ass), and he tried really hard to focus on the problem, but his brain wasn’t quite gearing up. Should he leave and reappear in frog form? Wouldn’t that be rude as hell, though? To just ditch Jon when he was clearly panicked? But how was he supposed to reappear as a frog and ease Jon’s panic when he was sitting there as a human? Should he go to the bathroom and then be a frog, and hope Jon put him in the aquarium and didn’t carry him around? Because if Jon went looking for him then he’d have disappeared as a human.
So Beel just sort of sat there trying to figure out what the heck to do to fix his major fuck up while Jon crawled around the floor, looking under the dresser and behind it and carefully moving his hamper to check there.
“Help me look!” Jon shouted at him, seeing him stillin bed. “But be careful where you step! He’s an orange and blue frog. He can’t have gone far. Fuck!”
Jon started carefully going through his hamper, gently checking clothes before throwing them onto the bed, hitting Beel with a sweatshirt. Jon didn’t even notice; he just turned and gave Beel a frantic look.
