Page 37 of A Beginner's Guide to Demonic Possessions
Then they kissed, the sound of chatter and espresso machines fading into the background, the two of them cocooned in a bubble of love.
Epilogue
Trent and Paz sat on a blanket on the beach watching the sunset. They sat side by side, legs and thighs touching, arms linked together.
Trent didn’t ever think he’d get tired of Paz’s touch. It was so nice to feel his warm skin, the soft touches. Not that he had minded Paz being in his head, but having a body to lean against was pretty great too.
It was hard to believe it was their first night of a weeklong vacation. Although as corny as it sounded, every day kind of felt like a vacation with Paz. His office mates had even asked him if he’d gotten a personality transplant on his days off because he had been so cheery when he went back to work.
Well, maybe cheery was too strong of a word, but he wasn’t biting everyone’s head off, so everyone considered it an improvement. The first night his colleagues had gone out for drinks and he’d gone too, most of them had been shocked—it had been ages since he’d gone out with the work crew.
Then they’d been thrilled when Paz showed up. Everyone exclaimed over him being the reason Trent was in such a good mood lately, and Paz had been his usual cheery self. Now they always asked if Paz was going whenever they went out afterwork. Trent thought his coworkers liked his boyfriend more than him.
That was ok, because Trent had no intention of doing anything without Paz. He loved his demon boyfriend. His soulmate. Trent still had a hard time wrapping his head around that, but if it meant things would always be this good, then he didn’t really care what it meant otherwise.
Paz mostly worked from home; it turned out he had a thing for computers, but beyond that Trent still wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. All he knew was that Paz was really good at whatever he did, he got paid for it, and apparently it often qualified as causing chaos (because he did still have a demonic job). The chaos part didn’t surprise Trent—computers, the internet, social media, and a lot about technology seemed to cause more chaos in the world.
At one point Trent had gently asked if it was all legal. Paz’s response was that “technically” it was. Trent decided not to ask for any more details beyond that.
“What are you thinking, beautiful?” Paz asked as dusk settled upon them.
“I’m thinking how happy I am that I hated Valentine’s Day,” Trent joked, turning to kiss Paz.
“Mmm. Me too, beautiful,” Paz murmured against his lips.
The kiss grew passionate quickly, and it wasn’t long before they grabbed their blanket and heading back to their room, which was just a short walk away.
Trent might have power walked, because it was the first night of vacation, and he was looking forward to vacation sex.
Not that all sex with Paz wasn’t amazing, because it was. Hell, sex with Paz when they had shared a body had been amazing. But sex with two bodies? And a tail? Hell yeah.
Because Paz could do things with that tail.
They made it into the bungalow and both stripped out of their clothes, out of breath and laughing at the same time. That was just another one of the many things Trent loved about Paz; he made everything fun.
They came together in a tangle of half-naked bodies, both of them still shrugging out of pants and shirts, both of them still laughing as their hard bodies pressed against each other. Then Paz took his hand and wrapped it around both their cocks, and the laughter turned to moans.
“Fuck, Paz. You always make me feel so good. What do you want tonight, soulmate? Anything, and it’s yours,” Trent murmured, kissing Paz.
He felt Paz smile against his lips. “I know, beautiful. You always give me everything.”
“Mmm. Do you want me to suck on that gorgeous cock of yours? Do you want us to grind against each other until we come? Or do you want to be inside me?” Trent questioned.
Paz’s moan at the last one told him his answer. Trent pulled away and crawled onto the bed on his knees, leaning down and presenting his ass for Paz. He knew by Paz’s moan that his demon appreciated the view.
“Show me, Paz. Show me your true self,” Trent begged. He wanted Paz’s demon form—he wanted all of Paz, just like Paz always accepted all of him.
He heard a growl and turned around to see horns and that sexy tail. He groaned, staring at it, and heard Paz chuckle. He looked up to see his demon smirking at him.
“You want my tail, beautiful?” Paz asked, and his tail reached around to give his own dick a long stroke that had Trent mesmerized.
“Fuck, Paz. You’re so fucking sexy. I want all of you. Always,” Trent answered.
With that Paz slid onto the bed behind Trent, running his hand down Trent’s back. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and then Paz’s hand slid underneath and tweaking Trent’s nipples, making Trent buck backwards into Paz.
“So sexy, Trent. I love how responsive you are,” Paz whispered, gently squeezing and then pulling on Trent’s nipple.
Fuck. Paz loved to drive him crazy, and he knew just how to do it. The gentle assault on his nipple continued, and Paz leaned over him, pressing their skin together and sliding his other hand underneath Trent to flick and pull on his other nipple.
