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How did you end up in this situation?
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It started out being innocent, you and Mammon in the kitchen planning to make a cola rocket with mentos, sure to get a very long lecture from Lucifer should he catch you two.
You could hear asmo walking to the kitchen, making a scene whether by asking you questions if you were making out with Mammon because you both were in here for a long time.
After he left when he saw what you guys were doing, the air around you two became awkward. Silence arose and so did the tension. You looked at each other for a long while. Ideas of what asmo suggested you two might have been doing swirling around in your mind.
Suddenly you found your lips approaching his and you gave him a peck, and lips leaving quickly before mammon could even react. You looked up at him with a very much red face, Mammon alike adorning the color on his face, ears and even reaching down his neck.
You look anywhere else but his eyes, but he grabs your face and forces you to look in his own. His face comes closer and your lips meet once more. His kisses make you feel lightheaded and you try to keep up.
Kissing each other like it would be the last time you'd ever get to touch each other like this. Until both of you were gasping for air.
Mammon's hand starts to wander from the sides of your face migrating to behind you, fingers finding themselves in your hair, cradling your head to tilt to kiss more easily. His other hand starts hovering above your clothes.
Tongues pulling and touching whatever they can inside your mouths, the clack of teeth every once in a while. Hot and heavy breaths and tiny moans released into the little bit of space left between you and Mammon.
He begins pushing you against the counter, his mouth leaving your lips landing on your neck, biting and kissing it while his hands start to inch closer and closer to the hem, then explore under your shirt.
Mammon still kissing your neck, leaving tiny kisses along it trailing up towards your ear. Feeling his hot breath near your ear sends shivers down your spine, causing you to arch your back, body moving closer towards his.
Mammon decides to tease you and moans into your ear, making you feel more aroused. Mixed in with some dirty talk and it's got you going.
“Do ya like this? Do ya like me moaning into your ear?”
You nod to show you agree, to focused on the touches he leaves to answer with your voice.
“Do you love how submissive I sound when we're here like this together?”
You groan at that, just imagining getting caught by someone in the middle of the kitchen like this is doing something to your mind.
Mammon's hands touches your chest, and you feel him fondling it. His fingers find your nipples, twirling and pinching. Alternating the actions getting you to squeeze you things together.
His fingers continue squeeze and twirl the nub around, you trying to hold your whimpers and moans back. Him continuing the dirty talk and the things he's doing to your chest aren't really helping you conceal the sounds that threaten to escape your mouth.