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Fabric slowly slips off the shoulder. Exposes pale, fragile skin, the contour of the collarbone. The Demon King swallows a lump of nerves; the inside of his mouth turns dry.
The office is embraced in intimate darkness, save from a small area lit up by the desk lamp. That warm glow reaches just a bit outside of the table, lighting up faint shapes of intricate furniture, and something about this makes the office resemble an evening bedroom.
“Iruma-kun~” a quiet voice caresses his ear. “How many do ya have left?”
Iruma tries to look away, lock his sight on an unfinished document in front of him.
“...two more pages.”
“Iiiiiiruma-kun,” notes of pretend hurt appear in the voice, “there ain't much time left till the Crown's meeting. And ya were gonna finish ten minutes ago.”
Arms snake around the Demon King's neck; the warmth and smell of the Security Devil almost drown Iruma in bliss. Almost.
“Just two more pages, Kirio,” the King stays firm, “don't worry, I can finish in time. And…”
Iruma can't help himself and throws one final look at the exposed collarbone. He burns that image in his mind; then, through much reluctance, forces his greed under control and says:
“...your clothes slipped off.”
“Oops,” the Security Devil acts surprised, “how very awkward. I am so sorry.”
Slowly adjusts his kimono, very slowly, forcing Iruma, who was struggling to focus, go through torture. The Demon King tries to not let his thoughts wander off in the wrong direction, to not accidentally write something improper on important documents. He focuses on drawing each letter one at a time, stroke by stroke.
Just a little bit left. If he can muster his will, finish these two pitiful pages as soon as possible, then perhaps he will win a couple of spare minutes before they have to leave.
That pile of finished papers in front of him took two hours, and yet these last two pages are taking three. No, in truth they take a lot less, of course – but it feels like eternity. Especially with Kirio nearby, whose presence alone is riling up impatience.
Finally the work is done, and Iruma leans back in his chair with a loud exhale. Kirio sits on top, spreading legs over his lap, gives a warm smile and ruffles his hair. Shiver runs through Iruma from the sudden touch.
“Good job. Ya finished rather quickly,” Kirio praises, “I am so proud of you.”
“Thank you, s-senpai…” The Demon King accidentally uses the old honorific and turns red, but leans into the palm as if he was a puppy.
Many say that Iruma has changed: became stricter, more domineering, stopped being a wuss. And overall Iruma agreed with them, and yet, every time, felt a tinge of guilt. All of his seriousness, his entire image of the Demon King immediately evaporates like mist when Kirio praises him. For some reason his approval always makes Iruma melt and flush, even after all these years. If there is even a small possibility that Kirio might praise Iruma for a good job, Iruma feels an additional surge of motivation. He is ashamed of this weakness, yet can’t do anything about it.
“Ya did such a good job,” Kirio leans close, and the whisper of his words feels warm against Iruma’s neck, "that I even want to reward ya.”
“... Please ," Iruma exhales a pleading breath and exposes his neck to the Security Devil.
Kirio doesn't hesitate and immediately presses a kiss to his skin, making Iruma flinch. He kisses the entire curve of his neck, leaving marks; the fingers that were previously gently caressing dark blue hair were now fisting it, pulling with sweet pain. Iruma realizes that they shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be playing right before the Crowns’ meeting. They had to stop as soon as possible. But instead he buries his hand into Kirio's hair, pulling him even closer, encouraging to continue. He inhales the warmth, allowing himself to drown in it. A flash of electricity rushes through the captive tenderness of the kisses; the King feels his SD’s palm sliding down his body, stopping briefly on the outside of the thigh, then moving towards the inside. Heat grows in the lower abdomen; Iruma crumples and melts into the soft touches, surrendering himself. The slow, gentle strokes alternate with jabs of pain from scratching of the claws, combine sweet with sharp...
...and stop.
“Time," Kirio states. He stands up and shakes himself off as if nothing happened, leaving the Demon King undone and breathless.
“Ah... Yes, time." Iruma confirms – even though he really doesn’t want to. Barely containing the greed raging within, he adjusts his clothes, hiding the marks left by his Security Devil behind the thick fabric of the cloak. With great difficulty he puts on a mask of composure and notices a small grin on the Security Devil.
Kirio can show meticulous punctuality – but in very specific instances. Iruma realizes that he doesn't do this out of a desire to be a good bodyguard and advisor, no – his barely concealed contentment speaks of something else. Kirio stopped being dangerous, but he hadn't gotten rid of his old habits. His ideology as a bodyguard went something like this: "No one dares touch the Demon King – except for me." Long ago there was no way he could get what he wanted, no way he could find vulnerabilities in Iruma. Now, along with the increased intimacy, he had access to all of the Demon King's weakest points. He learnt them by heart, pressed on them as if they were keys on a piano, and enjoyed getting back at him for the past. He had a knack for bringing it to a peak whenever he felt the need to - like now.
...And Iruma didn't mind being defeated this way at all.
“Ready, Your Highness?” Kirio asks with an innocent smile, already in the office doorway.
Iruma looks down at the floor, gives his cloak a final shake, and raises an uncertain gaze.
“ ...Ready.”
***
The corridors of the Tower of Babel are as vast as they are empty. The sound of heels hitting the perfectly smooth floor echoes lonely through the walls, perhaps even all 666 floors. Iruma concentrates on that measured sound, as if trying to hypnotize himself. It seems to help: the chaos of greed and impatience inside begins unraveling and quieting down. Soon, there is little left of the former heat; Iruma’s thoughts focus on business and the upcoming meeting.
The door to the meeting hall finally stands before them. The Demon King looks around, and realizes, to his surprise, that there is not a living soul in front of it. Nobody should be inside either - after all, the doors are locked, and Iruma is the only one with the key.
“Looks like no one's here yet," Kirio shrugs.
“Apparently," Iruma concludes and sighs, "I told everyone to come early…”
“They’re probably busy as all get out," Kirio chuckles, "I can only imagine how packed the average Crown's schedule is. But since that's the case, Iruma-kun...''
With an urging look, Kirio delicately exposes a small part of his neck. Iruma feels the sweat protruding on his palms.
“...How ‘bout we pass some time?”
“H-Here?!” The composure that the Demon King had so carefully built up crumbles like a house of cards, “Right in front of the door?!”
“Also possible," the bodyguard grins, "I don't mind being watched. And it'll be interesting to see the expressions they make when they see us... But knowing ya, I reckon ya prefer some privacy.”
“But where then?..”
“If we go back down the corridor a bit," Kirio points in the direction, "there's a small branching. Fairly inconspicuous. It's perfect for this.”
“...But– but we might get caught, right? Be heard by others?..” This question is, obviously, rhetorical. Iruma has absolutely no intention of agreeing to this madness, especially before such an important meeting.
“Nothin’ a small detection warding spell can’t solve," Kirio puts a finger to his lips and smiles.
Iruma swallows a lump of nerves. No, absolutely not. Even with detection warding, this is a very bad idea. The first Crown might appear any minute now, and Iruma needs to tune in as much as possible so that he can still participate properly and not melt into a pathetic puddle. No, he should say no, he really should say no..!
“...Just a little bit," the Demon King mumbles and snuggles up to his SD in embarrassment. He hears an approving chuckle and is rewarded with a pat on the top of his head.
“Very honest Iruma-kun,” Kirio praises him, “so incredibly cute~”
***
After reaching the branching and using the detection warding spell beforehand, Iruma lets his impatience take over. He presses against Kirio, kissing him on the lips. As the Demon King tastes him, he realizes that the earlier composure was only a temporary illusion; his greed is off the chain and is now consuming him. Iruma loves kissing Kirio - he's willing to do it for hours - but right now, somehow, it feels better than it has ever felt before. In some unknown way, his Security Devil's lips seem a thousand times more delicious than usual, and it's simply impossible to tear himself away from them. At first Iruma tries desperately to be soft and hold himself back; but gradually, he breaks down into small bites, tasting his lips with tongue, trying to pull them apart and feel the sharp fangs.
At one point Kirio lets out an exhausted moan, and Iruma pulls away, reluctantly, letting his SD catch his breath. He should wait before proceeding, he really should… Despite those thoughts, Iruma burrows into Kirio’s neck, pulling the cloth off of it. Kirio still wears a collar - to help with low mana first and foremost – but the one he is wearing now also marks him as a Security Devil. Iruma himself had given him that accessory. And sometimes he regretted it a little – because the sight of his gift around Kirio's neck was a huge turn-on. Most of the time the collar was hidden behind the folds of his clothes; but one casual gesture (and, knowing Kirio, most likely a very deliberate one), and the accessory would immediately be in the plain sight, turning Iruma's thoughts into a mess and overwhelming him with need.
And it did so right now, triggering some sort of a switch inside Iruma. His pants feel tight; the Demon King startis humping his bodyguard's leg like a dog, grabs his collar with teeth. Kirio gently scratches him behind his ear, whispering praise, encouraging him to continue.
“...Senpai," Iruma says through heavy breathing, running his tongue along his SD’s neck, "we need to stop…”
“Not forcin’ ya to continue, Iruma-kun,” Kirio answers with a gentle purr, “ya can stop at any moment.”
“Mmmm..." pulling his clothes down further, Iruma exposes his shoulder and collarbone, marking them with a chaotic pattern, "Just a little more....”
Unlike Iruma, Kirio is outwardly calm; only a slight shortness of breath shows his arousal. He strokes his King's back, holding him in a soft embrace so that Iruma doesn't melt completely, sliding his hand down his waist, caressing the lower abdomen and finally the bulge in his pants.
“Ah, Iruma-kun,” he scolds, massaging the fabric, “and how are ya gonna have a meeting in this state, hmm?”
“S-senpai..." Iruma groans with a slight note of grudge. He wants to blame Kirio for this, but realizes that he himself is no better; hence, he can only sob in response.
“Ah, what am I gonna do with ya?" Iruma watches the bodyguard go down on his knees as he continues to stroke his crotch, "Alright, I'll help ya get rid of the tension before the meeting starts.”
This suggestion makes Iruma snap out of it for a moment.
“B-but, that's..!”
“Don't worry, there won't be any stains," Kirio unzips his fly and pulls out a hardened cock, licking its length, "I'll swallow it all.”
If he could, Iruma would explode on the spot. He hides his face behind palms in shame, pressing his back against the cold wall. Shame from what they were doing, yes, but also shame from his own desires, from the fact that, if he's being completely honest with himself, Kirio's suggestion doesn't seem so bad. He won’t be able to stay calm during the meeting whenever he happens to glance at Kirio and think back to whatever they were going to do now. But the alternative - to stop right now and try to survive the meeting unsatisfied - seems even worse. In the former case, he could just avoid looking at Kirio, while in the latter he won't be able to concentrate at all. Moreover, these would all be problems for Iruma's future; Iruma in the present can barely contain the urge to start moving his hips and finally get rid of the tension.
“Okay," he finally agrees, cursing himself in his thoughts, "so long as we can make it quick…”
Kirio doesn't keep him waiting. Iruma barely has time to finish his sentence before he hears an excited moan, as if the SD has been anticipating this all along. Iruma sobs involuntarily, throws his head up, his knees buckling. A flash of electricity runs through his body as his cock finally enters his Security Devil's mouth. It's hot, wet, and incredibly nice inside. Every movement of Kirio’s tongue and lips sends shivers and weakness through his legs, forcing him to rest against the wall to keep from falling. Iruma still hides his face behind his palms, but in the end he gives up and takes a peek.
He has absolutely no regrets.
With a frenzy that doesn't hold back the obscene sounds, Kirio takes in his erection, as if pouncing on a hot dinner after days of starvation. His pace is as messy as his work; Iruma notices saliva dripping from his mouth down his chin, trickling onto his clothes and the floor. Kirio pays no attention to it, completely absorbed in satisfying his King. He pulls back only for a couple of moments to catch his breath, and a thin thread of string stretches from his tongue to the head.
“Hhhaaa...Irumaaa~" he moans through his arousal, touching himself, "Iruma, Iruma…”
Barely out of breath, he swallows his cock again, putting even more diligence into the movements. Iruma feels his orgasm coming up. His body is begging for a faster pace, and he can't stand it any longer, taking the bodyguard's head and fucks into him, trying trying to not be too rough. In the haze of passion, a thought occurs: human bodily fluids sometimes act like aphrodisiacs on demons... If he came now, if he let Kirio drink it all, then what would happen to his Security Devil? Various exciting images began to appear in his mind. Iruma imagined how his SD would struggle to restrain himself during the meeting, how much need there will be in his voice when he begs Iruma to touch him… No, of course, Kirio doesn't have an ounce of shame, he would hardly restrain himself, but still...
“S-senpai, I'm so close, so close!...” he stutters through heavy breathing. The pleasure is increasing, about to reach the highest point. His hips involuntarily begin to move faster, and the Demon King can barely restrain himself from using his bodyguard's mouth as a toy; the sloppy, wet sounds, usually embarrassing, only excite him more; and then...
Kirio stops and pulls away.
“Everyone's here already.”
A huge wave of pleasure, about to roll ashore, crashes against the rocks. Iruma takes in the air, feeling the built up desire crumble to pieces as his body is aching in dissatisfaction.
“Ahhhh... Ah... Ah…”
Kirio takes out a handkerchief and wipes the saliva from his chin, adjusting his hair and clothes. The wild excitement that had been sparkling in his eyes has evaporated without a trace; he looks so normal and calm that one wondered if the Demon King was dreaming all along.
“Come on, Iruma-kun," the Security Devil waves towards the hall, "let's not keep ‘em waitin’.”
“Kirioooooooo..." Iruma groans out, buttoning up, hiding his arousal behind the hem of the cloak, "damn it…”
They hurry back to the meeting place, trying to look as normal as possible. When they finally make their way back, all Thirteen Crowns are waiting at the massive doors and, as if on cue, turn around to look at Iruma.
“I– I apologize for the delay," the trembling in the King’s voice betrays him, "I hope you didn't have to wait long.”
“Ten minutes," Purson’s words pierce him, "no, I realize we're all busy, and it's hard to be punctual under these circumstances – after all, even I was late, so it's not for me to judge – but still, standing here like this for ten minutes in silence, it's embarrassing. I feel like the white crow in a flock of black sheep. Perhaps that's an exaggeration, but no, I don't think so, that's exactly how I've been feeling all this time. Standing here like an idiot while everyone stares at me. I don't even know how to pass the time, and should I? I mean, the Demon King could be here any minute. What if I decide to start a two-hour game of chess and you show up a few seconds later? Of course I wasn't going to start a game of chess, don't get me wrong…”
Kerori shuts him up.
“Let's get started as soon as possible.”
Iruma opens the doors and lets each Crown through, one by one. Asmodeus is last; when his turn comes, the demon loiters in front of the door, leans in close to Iruma's ear, and whispers:
“Is everything all right, Iruma-sama? Nothing bad happened?”
Iruma gives him a warm smile and shakes his head. After all these years, Azz-kun still hasn't changed.
“No, no, it's fine, don't worry. Something unexpected happened, and we had to delay a bit.”
The Demon King fully expects Asmodeus to calm down and proceed to the hall; instead, the demon shoots an unkind glance in the direction of the grinning Kirio.
“It's all him, isn't it?”
Iruma's cheeks betray him and blush.
“Wh-wh, huh, in what way, what do you mean?!”
“Does that thing threaten you in any way?” Azz growls, "Iruma-sama, feel free to tell me if he dares to harm you.”
“It's good to see ya too, Azu-kun," Kirio smiles, "Iruma-kun’s just been so busy with his duties as Demon King. He's workin’ so hard on all these documents, tryin' his best for the sake of his loyal subjects! Ain’t that right, Iruma-kun?”
Iruma wants to fall underground in shame.
“L-let's start the meeting already!”
He rushes inside the room towards his chair, leaving confused Asmodeus in the doorway; Kirio follows him, his benevolent smile unchanged.
***
Iruma thought he would barely survive the meeting, that he would go through the seven circles of hell. He was wrong. Instead of seven, he went through at least sixty.
His body ached endlessly, a reminder of unsatisfied desire. Memories of his and Kirio's fun in the corridor flashed through his mind like a broken record. Iruma caught himself in them now and again, tried to change his focus to discussion, but after a couple of minutes he found himself back in the fantasy again. They sent pleasant sparks through his body that temporarily drowned out the need, but immediately made him want more.
The Demon King was caught in a trap.
Kirio never disappeared from his immediate vicinity for a second. He was always standing somewhere nearby, not saying a word (Security Devils did not interfere in the affairs of the Crowns), but not giving Iruma any peace either. The bodyguard touched the King meaningfully now and then, not doing anything indecent – more often than not, his touches were invisible to anyone but Iruma – but constantly reminding him of his presence, his warmth. As he gently ran his fingertips along the top of Iruma's head, Iruma involuntarily imagined taking his hands, kissing the palms, running his tongue over his fingers and leaving bites, Kirio moaning sweetly in response and begging him to continue, pulling Iruma against him and whispering obscenities, Iruma turning him over, pressing him against the table and...
Finally, the cursed meeting is over.
Iruma exchanges courtesies with each Crown, says his goodbyes, and marches away from the hall in a hurry. Kirio throws one last charming smile in Asmodeus's direction, almost gets a fireball to the face, and follows the Demon King.
“Huh, today's meeting was more productive than I expected," he says lightly, "discussin’ and detailin’ an entire reform is quite a progress.”
Kirio continues to chatter while Iruma stares at him like a wolf at its prey. He can no longer hear the individual words in his speech, only his soft voice, which now seems like ambrosia to his ears. Kirio notices the hungry gaze of his King, falls silent and stops.
“Hey, Iruma-kun," a mysterious smile appears on his face, "since ya did so well in the meeting, how ‘bout a small reward?”
Kirio beckons him again, trying to seduce him into madness again.
And Iruma willingly falls into his trap.
“A reward? ...Again, right here?”
Kirio laughs.
“‘Course not, silly.”
He ruffles Iruma's hair with gentle condescension, and Iruma admits to himself that he feels a faint prick of disappointment.
“First, let's head back to the castle, okay?”
“Alright," Iruma nods obediently and follows. This time, oddly enough, Kirio was the one to make the more rational suggestion, though only out of desire to mess with Iruma.
The journey back takes a second eternity.
When they return to Iruma's office and lock the doors, Kirio leisurely walks over to the desk, slides the stacks of important documents apart, sits down on the wooden surface, and stretches his arms out.
“Come to me, Iruma~”
The Demon King doesn't keep him waiting. As if enchanted by a siren, he reaches for his SD, leans on him and kisses him, forcing him to lay back on the table under his pressure. Fingers intertwine with each other. Iruma kisses Kirio's lips desperately, savours their taste again, their softness. The kisses are unrestrained, greedy, messy. But despite his impatience Iruma still tries to be gentle, careful not to inadvertently wound his fragile Security Devil. Kirio doesn't respond with the same consideration. He doesn't hesitate to add biting in the middle of kisses; his sharp fangs pierce lips and draw blood. The metallic taste mixes with sweetness, pain with pleasure.
Iruma moves down his neck and then his shoulders, placing wet scarlet marks all over them. His palm gropes Kirio's crotch, finds the bulge and begins to caress it in an unsteady rhythm.
“Ah, Iruma-kun~” Kirio wraps his arms around Iruma, running fingers through his King’s hair, "Ya are so cute when ya are impatient. Ya seem so humble and decent, but your enormous appetite extends to more than just food, doesn't it? If the others knew how easily excited their righteous King is, the things he agrees to~”
Normally, Iruma would have blushed at those words, started to deny them. They're still embarrassing, of course; but Iruma doesn't want the bodyguard to stop talking right now. Kirio has a beautiful, pleasant voice. Even during everyday life Iruma often catches himself thinking about how lovely it is. And right now he absolutely can't get enough. Calm and patient, somewhat quiet but also with a sharp note of mockery that contrasts perfectly with his polite intonation, slightly interrupted by breathlessness and quiet sighs from kisses. Let Kirio keep teasing him, let him say as many embarrassing comments as he wants – just so long as he doesn't stop talking. Iruma loves hearing his senpai praise him, loves hearing him mock him; he wants more, wants to know what his bodyguard's voice sounds like in the most different intonations, in the most extreme reactions.
Iruma leaves a trail of deep kisses up his neck, reaching the demon's ears. Kirio wasn't the only one willing to exploit his partner's weaknesses for his own ends – Iruma was capable of it too, especially when greed overpowered reason. He runs his tongue over the cool surface of the earring, wraps his lips around the lobe and sucks, and makes the sneer in Kirio's voice shudder. A quiet, sweet moan interrupts his words, echoing with a shiver in his body, surging currents throughout his core.
More, more.
Iruma flips the bodyguard onto his stomach, exposing neck and back, feels the beginning of the spine with his lips, and to his pleasure, gets more lovely reactions.
“I-Iruma-kun!..” Kirio is still trying to act confident, but Iruma can clearly hear the beautiful notes of surprise and vulnerability. Kirio is very weak at this point, and the caresses make him involuntarily flinch and twitch. The more Iruma kisses him, the stronger and more desperate his movements become. At one point he reacts so violently that the Demon King grabs him by the wrists, holds him firmly against the table, and…
Freezes.
Kirio was a little taller than Iruma, a little older. Even after growing up and becoming taller in stature, Iruma still occasionally snaps and addresses him with a respectful "-senpai". But Kirio is also very weak - and very underweight. He can be easily lifted, can be carried around, overpowered, pressed down. Iruma barely makes an effort to restrain Security Devil's reactions. Kirio could resist all he wanted, lash out with all his might, and still not overpower the Demon King. Kirio likes this imbalance. He often asks Iruma to pin him down and restrain him during sex while he resists his grip. Iruma didn't understand what Kirio found so special about this kind of play, but he obediently did as his senpai asked. If he liked it and it didn't hurt anyone, why not indulge his whim?
But now something has changed. Something switches in Iruma's mind, makes him realize why Kirio likes it so much.
A wild, raging possessiveness overwhelms him. The Security Devil no longer resists, lying relaxed in his grip like jelly. Iruma leans in close, notices how blurred Kirio's gaze has become, how calmly and evenly he breathes; and, still in doubt, still feeling timid, whispers:
“M-mine.”
Kirio comes to his senses a bit, looking confused at Iruma, as if he just woke up.
“Hmm?”
Did he not hear it...?
“...Mine.” Iruma repeats with more firmness.
The Security Devil gives a faint chuckle.
“Oh? Are we feelin’ greedy today?”
Iruma doesn't answer. Instead, his gaze is fixed on the thin strip of wing root that runs along the demon's upper back. Curiosity overwhelms the King – what would happen if he touched it? He knew that demons were very sensitive in that part of their bodies, just like cats that wouldn't let anyone near their bellies. After all, it was a very vulnerable part of their body - one wound in this area could cost the demons their lives.
But if you treat it carefully and gently, if you give it tender caresses - what kind of reaction will it be..?
“Aaah, aaahhh, I-Iruma..!”
Wonderful moans. Kirio shudders, arching his back, inhaling loudly, forcing Iruma to press him harder against the table to contain the powerful reaction. His tongue touches the base of the root again, traveling slowly upward along the leathery surface, and extracts an entire melody of beautiful sobs and moans.
“I-Iruma, ahhhh, t-there…” Kirio can barely string a sentence, "That's... Ah!... That’s indecent…”
Oh?
Iruma stops and stares in bewilderment. Only now does he notice how much his SD is blushing.
That's something new.
“Indecent...?”
Kirio hides his face, quietly answering through ragged breathing:
“Doing such things with a wing root... It's... Ah, Iruma-kun, you're defilin’ me…”
Oh.
Kirio was the most shameless demon Iruma knew. And considering that he was acquainted with Asmodeus Amaryllis herself, that spoke volumes. And yet, did even Kirio have his limits? Were there still things in this world that Kirio was embarrassed about...?
“Should I... stop...?” Iruma asks, still trying to digest that thought.
“No... Continue…'' the bodyguard sobs, still hiding his face.
Iruma lunges at him like prey; continues to caress the root with his tongue, releases one of Kirio’s wrists to begin stroking the inside of his thigh. Ah, those moans, overflowing with genuine embarrassment, mixed with pleasure – the truest delicacy. Kirio, who always flustered Iruma with his comments, Kirio, who wasn't shy about giving blowjobs in a public place, this very Kirio – was now lying beneath him and complaining about how he was being defiled. Iruma couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to record those sounds and replay them every time he secluded himself for self-pleasure.
More, more.
The Demon King gives the fingers of his free hand a good licking and slowly inserts one of them inside his bodyguard, feeling, then massaging, his prostate. He continues to play with the root, sliding his tongue into one of the wing slits, wondering how his demon will react to this. Kirio doesn't disappoint.
“Oh, oh angels, I-Iruma, you pervert... Aaahhh!..!”
Iruma brings his second finger inside, biting into Kirio’s shoulder with obsession, leaving a rough mark.
“Kirio, will you spread your wings for me?”
Kirio sobs and complies; just as the Demon King asked him, huge leathery wings extend from his back, throbbing with arousal.
“Well done... Ah, they are so beautiful...~” Iruma moans out with an uncharacteristic vulgarity, “Kirio-senpai, you have such beautiful wings…”
Iruma finally releases his Security Devil and reaches for his own cock, beginning to touch himself. Ah, it was so tempting to finish already, right on his Security Devil’s back and wings; but it wasn't enough. Iruma wanted to hear Kirio more, feel him more, take him - no, he couldn't give in to his impatience yet. And so, he inserts the third finger and continues to stretch his Security Devil.
“I-Iru... Iruma... Ahhhh…”
Kirio is breathing heavily, barely able to form words. He has just enough strength to moan and say the name of his King. Only now does Iruma notice how impatiently he moves his hips towards him, how he pushes himself onto Iruma’s fingers.
“Hey, Kirio,” Iruma whispers to him, “do you want me to take you?”
“Yes, yes, please, please, hurry, please– AH!”
As soon as Kirio utters the first “Yes”, Iruma pulls his fingers out and slowly enters him. It takes him all the willpower to not let his greed take over, to not be rough. It's tight and warm inside, and Iruma lets out a low, low moan at the pleasant feeling.
“Ah, Kirio... senpai…”
After making sure his demon is fine and comfortable, Iruma begins to move, gently building up a rhythm. He feels his bodyguard clench with each thrust, reveling in the sounds of his pleasure, gradually beginning to lose himself in greed again and becoming rougher..
It was amazing to see Kirio like this – so defenseless, so obedient. But what intoxicated the Demon King more than anything else was the fact that Kirio had never shown this side of himself to anyone but Iruma.
Iruma didn't quite understand how he had gotten to this point, how he had become so greedy. Maybe it was the years of living among demons, or maybe it was the regular interaction with Kirio. Whatever the case, it seemed to Iruma as if he was no longer human, as if he himself was now spreading wings.
Mine, mine, mine. All mine.
Fingers gripped the turquoise hair, pulling his head up painfully, forcing a pitiful whimper out of Kirio.
“You belong to me,” Iruma whispers quietly but sternly in his ear as she continues to push into him in a feverish rhythm, “you are mine.”
“Yours, ahhh, yours..." his demon moans in response, thrusting up, choking on his own moans, "all... yours...”
***
Silence stood inside the dimly lit office, broken only by heavy breaths. There is barely any organization on the desk anymore: all the papers are scattered about, the pen lying on the flower, and even the desk lamp is standing dangerously close to the edge.
The Demon King lies on top of his Security Devil, still inside him. Both are trying to catch their breath; Iruma lazily wraps his arms around his demon and kisses his neck.
“Kirio-senpai…”
“Yes?" the Security Devil purrs in response, his voice tired but happy.
“I'm sorry…”
Kirio turns around, astonished.
“For what?”
An awkward pause hangs between them. Blush covers the Demon king’s expression as he looks away.
“...I was too rough with you. I... defiled you…”
Kirio erupts in laughter, and Iruma looks at him in exasperation.
“Aaah, Iruma-kun, Iruma-kun,” Kirio rolls over and pulls his King in, wrapping arms and legs around his torso, kissing his forehead, “ya are unbelievably cute after all.”
“Wh-what, why?” Iruma, so assertive and possessive a few minutes ago, is now worrying and shifting in place, causing his SD to burst into another wave of laughter.
“Ya know very well how much I like it rough! But ya apologize anyway," the bodyguard wipes away his tears, "and ‘bout the whole “defiled” business, well... I just improvised it.”
“Improvised? But you– but I!.. I thought I did something serious by demonic standards…” Iruma doesn't finish; Kirio grabs him tightly, pulls him against himself and starts ruffling his hair.
“Iruma-Iruma... Even after all these years, ya never cease to amaze me~" Kirio cooed warmly, "Ya know, I really enjoyed it! I should rile ya up like this more often before important meetings!”
“Senpai?!” Iruma panics, and immediately receives another round of kisses.
Yes, some things never changed. Even though he stopped threatening Iruma's life and began protecting it, Kirio never missed a single chance to bully him, to press on his weak points. And yet, Iruma was fine with this kind of deal...
Because Kirio is his.