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⟡・ʚ🍋ɞ .ᐟ 𓂃⸝➛
A stringed tone flows through the branches like a warm stream rolls over the rocks. From its source it spreads over the mossed trunks, its tone is as bright as the evening rays pouring through the canopies.
The source must be ethereal as well. Angelic, so gentle it invites animals from far to come and listen to the music, so beautiful the trees bend towards the musician, so light the sun stays on the sky a little bit longer.
Sadly, one would be disappointed. If you were to be hiding beneath a bush and come to peek, you would find no angel, no being of purity sitting by the stream. Quite the opposite, the evil itself is luring you into their trap, making you lust over the tunes, make you sin and break the promise of peace.
A demon. A spirit of evil. A fiend of a friend. Maybe even a fallen angel. It would make sense that such beauty had to succumb to sin. Now his wings are leathered and smooth, although a bit rough to touch. He wears horns, that get lost in the fire of hair. A black tunic drapes over his front, sinfully exposing too much. His thin tail with a sharp tip at the end wags playfully to the music strung by his black finger nails.
Chuuya hums along his song, he spends most of his time with his eyes closed, just enjoying the warm summer air, that will soon grow chilly as well. The lyre in his hands is made of birch wood and the strings are made of cow gut. It produces a clear sound, that then dissolves into the next and the next and the one after that.
The forest is big and abandoned, so Chuuya expects not to be disturbed. Yet a sound of large wings flapping through the air makes Chuuya alert and annoyed.
"Little hellhound!" Osamu cheerfuly calls somewhere above a tree. Chuuya groans and shuts his eyes again with a frown.
"Playing on a holy lyre, I see. Doesn’t it burn you?" Osamu laughs above him. Chuuya sharply looks up and sees Osamu hanging from a branch, his knees hooked behind the wood and he keeps himself in the air with some help of his wings.
Osamu is an angel, physically. No one in the universe knows how the fuck Osamu out of all souls is an angel, but he is. In flesh he hangs here with soft feathers covering his wings and a shining halo trying to catch up with his moving head.
"Every soul has a right to music." Chuuya retorts and looks back at his instrument. He is determined not to let Osamu ruin his peaceful evening. The forest turns golden while the dust and flies dance in the rays, split by trees.
Chuuya tries to continue playing, but Osamu keeps humming and disturbs him constantly.
"What do you want?!" Chuuya snaps and throws a stone at Osamu, but the latter dodges it. Instead, while Chuuya is distracted, Osamu quickly reaches for his lyre and flies through the leaves and up in the air.
Chuuya's blood boills and he is fast to follow, his wings breaking the air with a loud bang. He follows the speck of white in front of him, shouting insults and demands. They fly through the canopies and are suddenly embraced by much colder air, yet much more beautiful view.
"You aren't allowed an instrument as saint as this!" Osamu grinns and waves the lyre in the air.
"You are the saint to talk! You stole, you've sinned as much as I have then!" Chuuya chases him, but Osamu is too quick.
"Sinned? I simply wanted to play." He defends himself and flies further up.
"On a possession fo someone else." Chuuya yells. Osamu turns around to look down at Chuuya, which gives Chuuya the perfect opportunity to grab him by his ankle and pull him close. Osamu yelps and tries to escape, but Chuuya wraps his tail around his calf and doesn't let him go.
"Hellhound! Let me go!" Osamu shouts and tries to shove him away. Their wings slap against each other which is making their stability in the air worse.
"Scared now, winged puss? Too much evil to withstand?" Chuuya smirks angrily and reaches for his lyre.
Osamu pulls it close to his chest and frowns.
"Never. I am pure of sin." He declares and raises his chin proudly.
"But how true is that? Why would you pay me a visit then?" Chuuya tilts his head and forces Osamu down. They try to keep their place in the air, but their wings fumble too much.
"It gets boring in heaven." Osamu shrugs and tries to pull away. Chuuya catches him again and hooks his arm under his waist to hold him better.
"Sin feels better, huh? The temptation." He smirks and gets closer. Osamu's eyes grow cold, but there is a panic bubbling down inside him.
"I didn't say that." He says dryly.
"Oh, you did. Life gets too boring without breaking the law. You must be so strict up there." Chuuya fakes some pouting.
Osamu only glares at him. He refuses to say anything and the break in their connection pisses Chuuya off. Osamu looks too good to let go.
"Hell offers freedom. Down here, it’s easier." He tries again and looks down, where under Earth hell rests. Osamu follows his gaze, but his eyes land on Chuuya's poorly covered crotch.
"Hell offers only pain and suffering! You are burning in eternal fire." He then defends fiercely.
"At some point fire doesn't burn anymore. It only tickles. Wouldn't you like to know how pleasant the touch of fire can be?" Chuuya offers, slipping more lust in his voice than he usually does. The devil on his shoulder orders it.
"Don't. God will not allow it." Osamu warns, before Chuuya could get too close. Chuuya forces them to fall down.
"God cannot see us." He whispers, while they are cutting through the clouds.
"He is all seeing." Osamu winces again.
"Let go. Let go of him and give in." Chuuya says softly.
"Don't make me do this." Osamu peers at him. There is an emotion flowing in the brown of his iris, but Chuuya presses further.
"It’s too late. You're too prideful. Pride is the mother sin. You've sinned more times than you can count on your hands and you're not even aware of it." He smirks. An angel, that sinned?
"You're lying." Osamu breathes.
"You'll stay good, even if you sin." Chuuya tries to convince him. "The balance exists. How do you think I live my demon life, but play the holy lyre and enjoy the sun in the clouds? Good is allowed to the bad and bad is allowed to the good."
"Hellhound! Keep your filthy jaws shut!" Osamu yells and moment later, they crash in the river, though unhurt. They gasp for air and resurface, then drag their heavy wings through the stream until they reach the shore.
"Fine, I lend you the decision. You can enjoy and both taint your soul." Chuuya coughs and looks at Osamu. The other’s white tunic is soaked and it sticks to his body, giving it a shine. His skin shows through and Chuuya can’t help but gulp at the man’s dick. Osamu’s wet skin, the water droplets that run down his muscular arms, he’s so fucking hot. The fact he is still 'clothed', but Chuuya can see everything and his mouth waters at the view.
"You're the devil. Your words are untrue." The other's eyes are wide.
"Maybe God is untrue. Doupt and decide. Wouldn’t God want you to feel good? Have you ever felt good?" Chuuya climbs over to him.
Osamu looks perplexed. His eyebrows are knit together and he’s nibbling on his bottom lip nervously. His gaze flicks between Chuuya's eyes and after it drops down to his lips, it’s over. Osamu lounges forward and grabs Chuuya around his shoulders while his lips press against his. Osamu’s hands are covered in sand, that he now rubs harshly in Chuuya's skin, but how can Chuuya mind that, when Osamu's lips are so. freaking. soft.
"I will sin and I will repent. Peace doesn't come without pain." Osamu gasps once they separate.
"Good." Chuuya smiles and hauls Osamu up on his feet, so they can move in a more comfortable position, because ain't no way they're going to have the most sinful sex to ever happen to an angel in sand.
They fall on the moss and grass, the greenest little patch of the clearing.
"Was it okay?" Osamu asks quietly. Chuuya looks at him slightly confused. Then he realises, being heavenborn, Osamu probably hasn’t kissed many people, if even anyone at all. Heavens have like, rules or whatever.
"Of course. Your lips are so soft." Chuuya groans at his mouth. Then Osamu experimenting licks Chuuya's bottom lip and sucks it in. It’s not the best thing thats ever happened to Chuuya, but he allows the rookie to fuck around and find out.
Osamu's hand, still covered with wet sand, rubs at Chuuya's cheeks and he frowns in the kiss, trying to focus on what he's doing. Chuuya guides his face sideways and deepens the kiss, really licking around Osamu's tongue. Osamu makes a sound of surprise, but tries to copy what Chuuya did.
Chuuya wants to laugh at how reckless Osamu is, but Osamu tastes sweet like honey. What the fuck do they feed those hoes up there? Sweet and light, maybe a little bit sour, but the good kind. Maybe like a lemon meringue pie.
"Lay down, winged puss." Chuuya pushes him down. Osamu’s wings spread over the grass, the large white shines golden at the edges. For a moment Chuuya fears his touch might burn them.
"Don’t call me that." Osamu says quietly with an offended tone.
"Pearl, how does that sound?" Chuuya bends over him and lightly pecks his lips. Osamu humms with a frown. Chuuya bites his upper lip and pulls it away.
"Stop, that's too much." Osamu whines quietly, yet his actions speak differently, as he raises his chin to try and suck back on Chuuya's lip.
Chuuya rolls his eyes, but lets go and instead kisses the side of his neck. After Osamu's faint whine he licks the spot and sucks it. He can sense a sound breaking through Osamu's throat.
He moans at Osamu’s neck purely from that. Osamu's groan, ripping from his chest just because Chuuya's lips worked his skin purple.
"Quiet!" Osamu says sharply. Chuuya smiles against his neck and moves lower.
"Not possible, my pearl." He says slyly. He cuts through Osamu's tunic with his black finger nail and pulls it off. He feels around Osamu's chest, how his abs clench at his touch.
"You're perfect." He admires quietly. Osamu audibly gulps and peeks down at him.
"Dear pearl, we need to adjust you, prepare you, if you know what I mean." Chuuya says and looks up to see any hesitation from Osamu.
"Yeah, I, I think- okay." Osamu blushes madly and shoves his head back down in the moss.
"I’ll be gentle, okay?" Chuuya reassures him and kisses his chest. He would tease Osamu a little bit longer, if he wasn't so focused on Osamu getting just the best. He wants Osamu to remember this for the remainder of his life.
His hand glides down Osamu's inner thigh, guiding it to separate from his other leg. Osamu is a little hesitant and his thighs shake anxiously once, but he sighs and relaxes.
"It’s okay, I will talk you through it," Chuuya says softly and faces Osamu again.
"I’ll finger you first. You tell me how you prefer it." He says, keeping his voice as trusting as possible. His finger tips touch Osamu's inner thigh, but he doesn't go through with it yet. He's waiting for Osamu.
Osamu glances at him with a puzzled expression, but then winces and bites his lip.
"Please, f-finger me," he forces out, blushing deep red. Chuuya retracts the nail on his pointer finger and presses it at Osamu's hole. He penetrates him with ease, and slowly makes his way further, deeper.
"That hurts, a bit," Osamu whispers. It won’t anymore in a second, Chuuya thinks to himself, but before he can make Osamu see stars, he needs to pick up a constant pace.
"You're doing so good, just try to relax." Chuuya reassures him and presses more firmly against his walls. "What can I do to make you feel better?"
Osamu looks like he can’t decide for and just stares at him with a lost and sad look. He’s almost pathetic, but it just turns Chuuya on.
"How about this?" Chuuya smirks and kisses Osamu's mouth like it’s the first time again. "Do as I do." He instructs shortly and first kisses Osamu's top lip tenderly, slowly. Osamu copies him and presses his lips around Chuuya's bottom lip.
"Suck it in, let go and repeat. Savour it." Chuuya murmurs quickly, before nipping at Osamu's lip, only touching it for a moment with the tip of his tongue, before he pulls back and only breaths at Osamu's mouth, he wants him to continue.
Osamu closes his eyes and angles his head forward. He catches Chuuya's lip between his and hums content. Chuuya waits for him to stick out his tongue, start eating him.
Finally Osamu becomes needy and licks Chuuya's lips, and the little specks of wet affection turn into full-on hunger for Chuuya's mouth. Chuuya enthusiastically obliges and after he feels Osamu grow more comfortable around his finger he adds the second. But before Osamu could complain, Chuuya decides, that now is the time.
He blindly thrusts up, hoping to literal God that he will hit Osamu's prostate. And judging from the way Osamu moans and blows his eyes out in surprise, Chuuya succeeded.
"What, what was that?" Osamu asks breathlessly.
"That is how I’ll make you feel for the rest of this lovely evening of ours." Chuuya explains vaguely and brushes his finger pads against Osamu's sweet spot one more time before he pulls his fingers out. He trails the two slicked from the base of Osamu's dick, all the way up to the tip.
Chuuya is more than satisfied by the size. He wants Osamu in his mouth, he wants to choke and not die, because he can’t, which is the best part about being a demon; endless head.
Aside from that, Chuuya also very much likes how well Osamu's dick is leaking. Precum beads at the tip and some slowly drapes down. He catches the droplets and brings his hand up.
"Want a taste?" He asks and presses the fingertips at Osamu's bottom lip.
Osamu gulps, but then frowns and despite blushing, he feels a little bit humiliated or disgusted. "No," comes the answer, but Chuuya couldn't care less.
"More for me then," he shrugs and licks his fingers hastily. Fuck, Osamu's taste makes his mind spin unlike any drug.
Osamu watches him smack his tongue against his teeth in satisfaction and he almost looks... jealous.
"Oh baby, you could've just said so," Chuuya pouts and takes Osamu’s chin between his thumb and pointer finger.
"Open." He orders, but Osamu keeps his resistent act. Listen, Chuuya gets that this is Osamu’s first time, but this pisses him off.
"C’mon be a good boy and open." Chuuya says, now more urgency slips in his voice. At the name Osamu gawks and more red spreads over his cheeks. Ah, the last key to Osamu.
So, he parts his lips and Chuuya roams over him, until he spits in Osamu’s mouth. For a good measure, he presses his still partially cum covered fingers down on his tongue and Osamu licks around them with the cutest puppy eyes Chuuya's ever seen. He wants the image burned in his eyes instead of eternal fire.
"Good job," Chuuya praises and returns the freshly slicked fingers back to his mouth, craving Osamu's taste again, now mixed with his saliva, which somehow makes it better.
"Now, my pearly tear, comes the fun part." He announces and tears his own poor tunic, or for better accuracy, only a bare cloth draped over his crotch, that still somehow hung on his body in any condition, so he wouldn't go around flashing people or something, I don’t know.
"Hey, w-wait, it wont fit!" Osamu panics, when he sees it. It pleases Chuuya that Osamu finds him big, in fact that nervous exclamation makes his now exposed cock twitch.
"I’ll make it fit." He declares and takes Osamu’s thighs in his hands. Osamu looks terrified right now.
"I’ll take care of you, okay?" Chuuya tries with a soft voice. He presses the tip against his hole and helps it slip inside with his hand. Osamu winces and grips Chuuya for some support.
"Tell me whenever you want me to stop." Chuuya says and lightly thrusts in, just barely for his dick to slide deeper. They need to take this slow.
"Please continue," Osamu says quietly. Chuuya works his hips slowly and soon his tip grazes at Osamu's prostate.
"God." Osamu moans and closes his eyes.
"Don't think about God, think about me." Chuuya groans and kisses his neck. He sucks the skin until it blooms pink. Just signing his work.
"That’s good, doll, you're taking me so well." He tells him and that alone makes Osamu squeeze beautifully, but then relax and let more of Chuuya in.
After the fall in a comfortable pace, Chuuya helps himself with his tail to hold one of Osamu's thighs to the side. Osamu's wings weakly flap against the floor, while Chuuya spreads his own to the side, someway hiding their hips area away from the sight of God.
Chuuya takes a moment to adore Osamu. The sunlight, along with the light of his halo, light his face up in an (obviously) angelic lighting. He has some faint gold freckles and his brown eyes in the yellow sunset shine in a chestnut brown. His eyelashes fan across his heated red cheeks and his lips are plump bright pink from kissing.
"You look so good." Chuuya moans and strengthens his grip on Osamu's thighs. Osamu whimpers in high pitch and bites his lip. He groans gutturally, muffled but still very loud.
"So pretty." Chuuya continues. He promised to talk him through it. "You tense so tightly around me, you make me so hard. I love your pretty little hole."
"Hellhound," Osamu whispers out of breath and then gasps when Chuuya's tail wags between them and wraps around his dick, giving it a light stroke.
"Doesn't this feel good?" Chuuya murmurs and then tilts his head sharply. "Try it."
Osamu flicks his gaze down between their rubbing hips and back up and then lets go of Chuuya's back with one hand and slips it between bodies. He shakily wraps his hand around his dick and gives an unsure stroke.
"Thumb on tip and be gentle." Chuuya helps him. Osamu does that and the effect is visible on his face. Bliss crosses his face and he moans the most lewd Chuuya’s ever heard anyone moan.
"Ssh, it’s okay I’ve got you." Chuuya groans softly, but doesn't mean the ssh part, he definitely wants Osamu to scream his lungs out.
"Talk to me, please, hellhound," Osamu gasps between moans. Chuuya smirks and touches Osamu with his free hand lightly, ghosting the fingertips up and down his chest.
"You're perfect, darling. I’ve always wanted to fuck an angel, and you are perfect for my wish."
Chuuya feels Osamu's hand grow more confident around his dick. The way his hand moves and bumps at Chuuya's stomach turns Chuuya further on. His perfect knuckles, the veins webbing over his arms.
"You feel so good. The fact you're sinning just for me makes me want to fill you up right away. I’m so proud of you."
Chuuya feels his own high coming it. He needs Osamu.
"You're doing so good for me. Good boy, my pretty pearl." Chuuya moans, wishing to finally come. He needs it, he needs Osamu badly.
"Oh my God, baby, shit," Osamu screams and then comes between their bodies.
Chuuya doesn't know what finishes him off, the fact an angel said 'oh my God' while having sex, that Osamu called him baby (which definitely didn’t give Chuuya a new kink), the fact Osamu swore for the first time, the fact he made Osamu come, how Osamu's cum felt angelic sticking between them.
He fucks his high in Osamu and leans forward to press one last kiss to Osamu's lips forever, before he leans back and means to take his leave.
"Wait, stop!" Osamu's voice makes him halt in his step.
Chuuya turns around on his feet and finds Osamu on his knees. The angel makes the sign of the cross and scoots closer, until he's right in front of Chuuya.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was 2 months ago." Osamu starts. Chuuya internally winces. He doesn't want to have anything to do with God and redemption and confession. But Osamu intrigues him and he only listens.
"I have had an intercourse with a demon, I have lusted over another being, I have given in to physical pleasures, instead of seeking peace in you. I have moaned your name out in lust, not sorrow, not even addressing you, but the man I sinned with."
Osamu stares at him wide eyes all the time while talking. After that, he stops and watches him expectantly. Chuuya is confused for a moment, but then remembers people seek a penance from the priest or Christ, whom the former represents. Is Chuuya being put into a holy position? Why?
"Quietly pray to god once after I leave, say a prayer for self love and sleep well rested." Chuuya instructs, the best he can. Osamu nods slowly.
"I am sorry, God, for I have sinned. With all my heart I beg you help my poor soul, guide me to good, drive me away from sin. Help me never sin against you and only follow your will." Osamu expresses his sorrow for sinning. Chuuya knows whats next, but he for the first time this evening feels uncomfortable.
"I don’s know the prayer of Absolution." He says and wants to walk away, but Osamu clutches on the fabric draped over his thighs.
"Tell me I’ll be forgiven." He says hastily. "You must tell me."
Chuuya frowns, but signs the Cross and says: "You will be forgiven for all your sins by your Lord and Father, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen."
The words feel weird on his tongue, they sting, he shouldn't be saying them. A knot forms in his throat and his tongue is starting to swell. The tips of his fingers begin to sting and wherever he touched his skin, while signing the Cross, he can feel some faint burning.
He is doing the same as Osamu, sinning in the world of Hell.
They make each other sin and it cannot mean anything good.
⟡・ʚ🍋ɞ .ᐟ 𓂃⸝➛