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Explicit

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M/M

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Heated Rivalry (TV)

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Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

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Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

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Demon Summoning, Demon Ilya Rozanov, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Cheating, Mean Dom Ilya Rozanov, Top Ilya Rozanov, Sub Shane Hollander, Bottom Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander in Subspace, Shameless Smut, Wet & Messy, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Double Penetration, Deepthroating, Rimming, Belly Bulge, Come Inflation, Creampie, Spitting, Crying, Multiple Orgasms, Sexual Overstimulation, Rough Sex, Cock & Ball Torture, Spit As Lube, Come as Lube, Knotting, Non-Human Genitalia, Kind Of, Ilya Rozanov Has Two Penises, Monsterfucking | Teratophilia, Tail Sex, Possessive Ilya Rozanov

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English

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Published: 2026-04-28 Words: 10,246 Chapters: 1/1

the ambrosia of your soul

Summary

“I’m…. I have a boyfriend, actually,” Shane whispered. “So…”

“So?” The demon’s expression broke into an amused grin. “I don’t really care, but I can be polite. Where’s he, then?”

He ditched me just an hour before our date for something definitely more important, and that’s how I got in a shitty warehouse with my friends, summoning a sex demon, who hit my balls while I was asleep and it was so fucking good I got the hardest orgasm in my life, though Shane.

“Like, currently?” he said. “I don’t know.”

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Demon summoning go wrong. Or right?

Notes

read the tags. it’s 95% of filthy smut. beware.

Shane looked at the ‘Read’ mark on his message. Three hours, no reply. Well, fuck you too, Brad.

“It’s not even October.” Huge curtains of spiderweb coated the walls and high ceiling; holes in it let the gusts of wind inside, humming and whistling sounds flowing around freely. Okay, he could give them a point for the atmosphere. “I thought people are doing stuff like that usually around Halloween? Are we trespassing? Where did you even get this book?”

“The curiosity killed the cat. Come on,” whined Rose, “it’s for fun!”

“We have different ideas of fun.”

Rose, JJ and Hayden stood in the abandoned warehouse. Shane stood with them, regretting every choice in his life that got him there. The reason he was there was ridiculous, like when they were ten and played “Bloody Mary” in Shane’s bathroom and then screamed every time they saw themselves in the mirrors. It was called ‘being friends’. Unfortunately.

Shane looked at something resembling pentagram you usually can see in the movies but more… complicated? Detailed, that’s for sure. There was a lot of text: words following every of seven inner circles and around the big one, lines entangling with each other in a complicated manner, swirling in a pattern. It looked interesting, but the situation was a bit ridiculous, so Shane couldn’t find himself to become seriously focused on it. He sighed.

“If I get sepsis and die, I will haunt all of you in your dreams. And mirrors. And in the backgrounds of your selfies-”

“Thanks for my future nightmares, buddy,” grumbles Hayden.

“You’re welcome.” Shane got handed a heavy book with a fat layer of dust that made him sneeze. “What the fuck?” He sneezed again. “Couldn’t you at least dust the fucking thing off?”

“There’s a bookmark where you should open,” JJ nudged him closer to the pentagram.

Shane watched him suspiciously for a moment before turning around and stepping inside the big circle. Should he feel anything? He scolded himself immediately. What, like a mystical presence? They were adults, for fucks sake. Well, almost, if you can call a group of college sophomores adults. Shane definitely counted himself like one. Maybe, a little less now.

What could he possibly feel in the pentagram his friends drew from some old ass book they found in a random antique store? Shane didn’t believe things like that. The concept of it was interesting and could be discussed, but not like… on that level.

“I fucking hate you all,” Shane mumbled before opening the marked page.

Wow.

Woah, okay.

Shane was so gay.

Shane’s brain stopped functioning. That was a piece of art. The drawing itself but even more what was captured on it. The man was fucking breathtaking: every curve of strong muscles was so well defined and detailed by the artist, Shane could swear he would see it moving if he looked on it too long; the mop of soft looking curls was perfectly balancing the pair of long black horns; Shane followed with his finger a happy trail to the sharp hipbone and his breath hitched when-

“Are you done ogling it?”

Shane almost dropped the book. He didn’t even try to defend himself when all of them snickered like hyenas: Shane’s cheeks probably were so furiously red even in light of their flashlights it would only fuel them more.

“Fuck you all.”

There was a note. An old, yellow thing with some brown crusty spots Shane decided not to think about: a transliteration, he guessed, of the text that was swirling around the drawing, similar to something on the floor where he stood; a smaller piece next to it, with a list of things you have to do. A specific order, each step written in detail. Well, that part Shane welcomed.

He didn’t want to improvise a demon summoning.

What was with his luck today that he pulled a short straw? Literally — they all made a show out of this, with some twigs JJ picked on their walk to this place, howling stupidly when Shane pulled the last one and lost. Or won. He couldn’t understand it from their reaction. But Shane would be patient. He would wait until Hayd would get wasted enough, because then he would definitely blab, if they fucking cheated.

“Have you really ordered all that shit just for five minutes of making fun of me? I never saw candles like that in a store.”

One was cylindrical and black, thick as his wrist; two were the same size but bright red — one thinner and another with some sort of bulge on the bottom; nine others were made out of classic wax but thumb-width and rolled in some weeds and oil, dirtying Shane’s hands. He put the last one in its place and looked at the note, to make sure everything was placed correctly. If he was participating in a circus like that, at least he would do it right.

“It came with a book, like a kit or something,” Rose squatted down outside of the circle watching him light up them in order. “It was bookmarked already, too.”

“And none of you thought that was weird?”

“Someone just had a sense of humor like us, bro, don’t sweat it,” Shane heard JJ’s grin in his voice and it only made him more suspicious. “We didn’t scheme to make you summon a sex demon, promise.”

“Why do you think it’s a sex demon?” None of the notes had any translations except for the steps of ritual and a name that looked weird and too long to try to read it. “There’s nothing about it.”

“Do you think he has two dicks for fun?”

“Come on, Hayd, two dicks are exactly for fun.”

“Well, I don’t think about dicks in general, JJ. What would you even do with all that?”

“A lot of things,” replied Rose. “You’re such a loser, I need to have a serious talk with Jackie.”

“Fuck you, we have a perfectly normal se-”

“Nobody wants to hear about your one-dick boring heteros-”

“Can you all shut up? I need to read it.” Flashlights went off — candlelight was bright enough to see each other now. Flames were big, didn’t quiver in the wind and somehow were colored: the three big ones burned red. Interesting. “It says I need a drop of blood.” JJ handed Shane his swiss knife. “Thanks.”

Shane felt like an idiot reading the spell out loud. It was echoing through the whole building: unfamiliar complicated words felt weird in his mouth; none of them made sense, but he didn’t stutter. That’s a win. Three drops of blood from his thumb made a triangle around the black candle; one drop for each of the red ones right on the flame.

He finished and stood in front of the black candle. And stood. And then stood some more.

Windy weather added to the atmosphere with its whistling but nothing else happened. No flicker of flames. No noises in the background. Shane didn’t believe in these things but the aftertaste of disappointment was there: all that work — he poked his finger with a knife! — for nothing.

“Maybe Shane is not his type?”

“Shane is everyone’s type.”

“I thought, you said you don’t think about dicks?”

“Fuck off, JJ.”

“I hate everyone here,” declared Shane to the ceiling.

Even the fact that he had exactly a drop of a lube left — he hoped Brad would buy one on his way to Shane's apartment — didn’t stop him from touching his dick as soon as Shane got home.

Shane jerked off until his legs started to shake from overstimulation. He came once, but hard. Gripping his cock almost painfully and panting in the afterglow, he thought about that picture in the book. How he got mesmerized the moment he saw it. Two dicks would look ridiculous on anyone else but it combined perfectly with the demon's anatomy: body, horns, hint of the tail behind its leg. He thought about the tail a lot, too. You could do a lot of things with that.

In the silence of his apartment Shane’s uneven and whiny breathing echoed loudly, making him too aware of himself too quickly. Not only of what he did — what he was thinking of, too; what this demon could do to him.

A shame — quiet but steady, a familiar and consuming all of his existence feeling — put its claws in his body, from his stomach, up and up, until his head was hurting. Shane’s face was hot not from the orgasm now, but a mix of guilt and humiliation. He felt disgusting. Drops of cum on his stomach and hand were too sticky. Shane scrunched his nose: in the heat of the moment he put a dry finger in his ass, just to feel something there, and now it would sting, not letting him forget about this moment of his weakness.

Well, he should be ashamed: he had a fucking boyfriend and he just came with a thought about another man. Even if this man was a drawing of a very not real, fantasy demon-like creature. That was not an excuse.

Maybe he was a slut. It sounded in Shane’s head like the voice of his ex; he couldn’t grasp which one this time.

A cold bathroom floor made Shane dance on it, when he brushed his teeth and put a clean patch on his thumb. A quick shower made him feel a bit better but he couldn’t shake off the veil of embarrassment that clouded his head now. The mirror was fogged enough not to show him a reflection of his pathetic self and he was glad.

It was a weird evening, but that part was a familiar routine for him.

He should just sleep it off.

Shane was dreaming about a rough hand.

It spread his legs in a lazy, dismissive gesture: just enough force to make them fall apart, and Shane did not resist it. A light pats on his inner thigh felt like a praise.

The hand was not as lazy nor gentle after: it kneaded his thighs, his groin, cupping everything in there and gripping it all at once.

It pulled at his ballsack; palming it, massaging and tagging, making Shane arch and shudder. It moved between his cheeks, where his skin was still a little irritated, and pressed — not inside, just around. Fingers rhythmically rubbed on his hole and the heel of the palm was right under his balls, pushing there firmly. A guttural moan escaped Shane. He felt so good.

His dick was leaking: he could feel the wetness pooling on his stomach. He always liked when his balls were played with, but it was a rare treat to have someone paying enough attention to them, if Shane didn’t do that himself.

Something was holding down his trembling legs now and he couldn’t grab his cock either. Shane could only arch and move his head; his restricted body was desperately withering on the bedsheets at every movement down there, trying to find a release he had been denied.

His balls were suddenly grabbed again, making Shane whimper. Now that he could feel them both at once, the hand that was pressing on his hole had some big calluses — or just overall sandpapery texture? — and it felt really harsh on Shane’s soft irritated skin; it felt perfect, kind of.

Fuck, he was so close. Heat pooled in his lower belly and spine. He couldn’t believe he would come with his dick still untouched; just from balls’ stimulation. A dream, indeed.

A cry escaped him, when a jolt of pain shot through his entire body.

Another hit landed on Shane’s perineum, quick and sharp — a whip? — and Shane yelped. It was immediately followed by a hard touch of something bigger, wider. A palm, perhaps? This blow was different: heavy and covering the entire area, so his balls became a target too. Shane’s stomach convulsed so hard, he panicked he would pee or come or both. After, the whole thing was something he had never dreamed to experience: his dick just laid there, uselessly, and everything below was hit and pinched and rubbed, rough and dry, making him sob and trying to get away or push towards it. His skin became so tight and raw, it was hurting even more when the hands were touching him gently before hitting him again .

Everything went foggy. He floated. Shane couldn’t see or move, only endless whining on the edge of crying. His whole body was shaking, feverish and tense. He wanted to come.

Why couldn't he come in his own wet dream?

Shane sniffed.

Please.

He needed to come.

Please, please, please, please, please.

“Please…”

Just when Shane thought his dick was about to explode, his vision went white. Loud slap on balls was synced in time with a sharp hit to his cockhead and that made Shane scream without a sound. The drops of wetness landed on his chest. His body shivered violently and Shane tried to curl up on himself but couldn’t.

“Yes, cry a little more for me. Aren’t you a desperate, little slut? So beautiful.”

The murmur echoed as if it was everywhere and nowhere, but warm breathing in his ear was definitely not his imagination. Shane tried to move but couldn’t.

The mocking cooing tone and a hand that was fondling his raw, twitching balls, made Shane sob.

After a moment or two, Shane could feel his body again: how his wrists were held in a grip above his head and his legs were spread and bracketed by another pair of legs. Someone heavy and strong, because Shane played hockey and went to the gym regularly and was not a small man overall. That thought made him twitch in a way he refused to discuss with himself.

Exhaustion from an intense orgasm shielded his brain from an immediate panic, apparently. Shane rocked on these waves of remaining pleasure and pain, trying to blink off the fog.

A flicking sound in the air — his nightstand lamp and another one in the corner came to life.

Shane froze.

No.

No, no, that was impossible. It couldn’t be. He closed his eyes back. That was not real.

But he couldn’t move. That was real.

Was it like a sleep paralysis demon thing? Does it usually come with a wet dream? Was it a Shane thing? Had Shane become so deranged in his fantasies-

“Thinking, thinking. Do you always think so much?” Sharp teeth bit his jaw and Shane squeaked, but couldn’t hide how his body shivered when it moved to his earlobe. “What are you afraid of, bunny?”

“I…”

“Mmm, you.”

Shane took a breath and slightly opened one eye. And another. No, it was still there. Just as breathtaking as it was in a picture but more, especially in the golden light of Shane’s lamps.

The face was gorgeous as if sculpted by the gods themselves. He was probably the most beautiful person Shane had ever seen and would see, too. Black, long, elegant curves of horns caught his attention first; gleaming golden rings and hoops and chains between them — none of it was in the drawing. Moles on the face looked so humanly soft; just like his hair. Shane greedily drank the appearance of something so alluring and fascinating and when he met the eyes that were watching him back, he shyly lowered them to the man’s lips.

Shane’s arms started to go numb and he tried to move but the demon's hand didn’t budge. Shane huffed and tried again.

The demon watched his attempts with amusement and raised an eyebrow. “How’s that going?”

“Did I sell my soul for a sleep paralysis wet dream?”

“Not a dream, but something there is definitely wet.”

The demon laughed and swept a finger in Shane’s cum on his chest. He put it in his mouth, watching Shane watching him, and then took it out with a loud pop, moaning. Shane swore his dick just twitched. Embarrassing.

A shame reared its ugly head again. What the fuck he was doing. What the fuck. He couldn’t just-

“What do you mean? Is it real? Let me go. What the fuck?” Shane tried to shake the man off again. “A soul for a sex, then?”

“In a way.”

“What if I don’t want to? What is going to happen now?”

“Hmm. Whatever I want.”

Shane felt a firm hand on his ribs: up and down, on his chest, playing with his nipple and smearing the drops of cum around. He couldn’t help but squirm when it went down and touched him between legs and in the soft crease of his tight: skin was so sensitive there now. Shane whined, when fingers pressed harder and scratched.

His body was tired. Muscles were groaning with tension from being held like this for god knows how long, his spine went stiff and he really couldn’t feel his arms now. The demon was strong. No matter how hard Shane tried to push and wiggle, the pose remained the same.

There was nothing he could do.

Humiliation heated his face. There was something about that helplessness that made Shane feel floaty and his stomach a little tingly and it was gross. He was gross. He shouldn’t be aroused by something like this.

He could see that the demon enjoyed Shane's little twisting and huffing and his teary eyes and red cheeks; his free hand was still roaming around, grabbing him and pinching and pressing, sharp fangs gleaming in the soft light. Shane tried not to look at them. The attempt to shake him off with his hips had no effect, either, the demon only spread his legs and pressed Shane a little further in bed, making him cry out in pain.

It was wrong, liking it.

He was told that more than once.

Shane enjoyed sex. Mostly. It was nice. Sometimes, a guy would hold him down or bite him or slap his ass once or twice, and Shane would enjoy it even more. But it wasn't just the lack of something physical in bed that often left him partially unsatisfied. Shane couldn’t really explain it without sounding weird, and any time he tried to hint at something with some of the guys he was seeing, it was turned into a joke or somewhat disastrous experience that was blamed on Shane for suggesting it, so they never did that again. He also couldn’t grasp fully what exactly he was missing. It just wasn’t there.

“I’m…. I have a boyfriend, actually,” Shane whispered. His eyes tracked a swing of a chain above, when the demon bent his head a bit in a playful manner. “So…”

“So?” The demon’s expression broke into an amused grin. “I don’t really care, but I can be polite. Where’s he, then?”

He ditched me just an hour before our date for something definitely more important, and that’s how I got in a shitty warehouse with my friends, summoning a sex demon, who hit my balls while I was asleep and it was so fucking good, I got the hardest orgasm in my life, though Shane.

“Like, currently?” he said. “I don’t know.”

“You’re so cute.” It made Shane blush harder than a light touch of something to his hole. It just circled around, playing and prodding inside a little. Shane had a guess what it was, and the thought made him squirm in fear, more shame and something else that tasted like anticipation. “Cute, little slut, who is summoning a demon, because none of mortal man could fuck you good enough, hmm?”

“I’m not a- That’s not what happened-”

“Stop talking back to me.”

The hand now held Shane’s face in a tight grip; fingers dig painfully in his jaw and cheeks, making his lips pout. The demon’s face got closer, serene in a predatory way, and Shane froze. He didn’t dare even breathe too loud. Shane wanted to reply that he was not talking back, he just wanted to explain. Shane doubted there was a thing like a misunderstanding in a demon world, but Shane did not wanted to be fucked in such manner by a stranger. Well, at least without a proper talk before, maybe, if it was inevitable. Shane probably would be more scared in a situation like that — fucking terrified, actually — if it was anyone else, but it was a stranger with horns. And a tail. And two

“Do you want to know what a second passage of the spell meant?” A golden glint in blue — green? — eyes and a low murmur in his face made Shane’s breath hitch. “When I said ’whatever I want’, it’s exactly that. Whatever I want. ” A tongue licked over Shane’s lips. “You’re mine now. Your body, your soul. I will do whatever I want to you. I could eat you. I could fuck you. I could lick your soul out, lapping at every drop, for as long as I want. I could make you come ten times or none. Your opinion doesn’t matter. I own you now, Shane Hollander.”

Shane couldn’t look away from the demon’s face. That was the craziest thing Shane had ever heard. Craziest — and Shane couldn’t help but think that, maybe, when he was called a deranged slut, it was true, because it was also the hottest one.

The hand squeezed his face last time and went lower, on his neck. It laid there, making him aware of every breath he made, every swallow. Shane’s vision started to become blurry when he felt a tongue licking into his mouth.

It was glorious. Absolutely dumbfounding. He was never kissed like that: hungry, hard, all consuming and wet, wet, wet. His tongue was swallowed and sucked, demon’s own swirling around as if they could be tangled in a knot, if he would try hard enough. There was not a corner in his mouth that wasn’t touched. Every sound Shane made was drunk by the demon, who groaned back just a little to indicate that he enjoyed this too.

Deep. So deep into his mouth. There were suddenly more of the tongue than Shane expected. He only had time to make a questioning whine, when he felt it go further into his throat. It licked Shane there, and now he could definitely tell that he was never kissed like that and never would — only Shane’s experience in blowjobs allowed him to react on time and not to choke.

Shane felt like he was nothing and everything at once.

The saliva was dripping on his cheeks and chin. He swallowed around the pulsing, swirling inside tongue that was deepthroating him, feeling delirious; absolutely out of his mind. The hand on his jaw and throat kept Shane’s head in one place and he could only take and take and take and whine and whine and

Knees suddenly slipped off and the demon landed between his legs, brushing their groins together. Now Shane choked and it was justified: a change in the position finally let his hips to shift a little and he cried out in relief; his legs reflexively locked themselves on the man’s waist, involuntarily crushing his ribs or at least trying to. Shane could feel a tail slapping him on the tight as a punishment — or a play? — and he choked again.

And now he could feel these cocks, too.

His mouth was freed and he gasped, finally being able to breathe with whole chest. Strings of thick spit connected their lips and inhumanly long tongue collected it all in a quick sweep. A thumb forced his pliant mouth open and Shane’s eyelids trembled under the weight of unbearable filth and a bit of disgust when he understood. A warm, wet glob of wetness landed on his tongue.

“Swallow.”

The demon pinned him down with an unblinking gaze and raised eyebrow; a wait and dare in his eyes.

Shane felt dizzy. Dirty. Almost nauseous.

It felt filthy because it was filthy.

That was something he never asked anyone — kissing and sharing spit while doing it was one thing; asking someone to spit in your mouth was another, and each time he thought about it, Shane was not even sure he wanted it. Maybe he just liked the idea. Maybe he would dislike it so much, he could never kiss this person again. Maybe he would be called a freak again. Maybe he would like it so much, he would have to accept there was something wrong with him.

But it was not his choice now and it already happened.

Shane wrapped his mouth around the finger and swallowed everything; felt how it leaked down his throat, their shared moment of vulgarity and lust. Sucking hard on the thumb, he couldn’t help but whine softly on his next exhale, watching more gold appear in those eyes.

“Greedy, filthy whore,” murmured the demon, licking Shane over his lips and his own hand. “One kiss and there’s no thoughts about the boyfriend anymore, huh?”

It was like a pile of snow was dropped on Shane.

Oh god.

Oh god, Shane was cheating right now. Did it count? Of fucking course it counted, there was a naked man laying on him! Even if their sex with Brad was pretty mediocre and Shane had thoughts about breaking up, it didn’t mean he could fucking cheat. Even if the demon said he didn’t have a choice now, Shane should have tried to fight him off, told him no, not whining like a bitch in heat and swallowing his spit.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Shane felt white hot shame blur his vision.

“Ah-ah, none of this.” A slap on his cheek pulled Shane out of his spiraling and made him freeze in shock. He didn’t dare to breathe until there was a hand lifting Shane’s face up, wet thumb playing with his lip. “My things are crying only when I told them to. Not when they want, especially because of some made up guilt for their loser boyfriend who doesn't make them come properly. Do you understand?”

“I-”

“No. Did you not hear me? Your opinion doesn’t matter. I’m the only man you can think about. I’m the only thing you can think about. You only think about me and what I’m telling you to do. No more thinking allowed. Yes?”

Shane was shaking.

The demon let his wrists go, finally, and the blood rushed to his numb limbs. He didn’t move them. Body trembling with something Shane couldn’t explain; his breathing became fast, short intakes of air drying out his mouth.

“I’m ordering you to swallow and you swallow. I’m ordering you to suck and you suck.” Warm tongue wetted his lips. “I’m ordering you to cry and you cry.” The corner of his eye where a single tear escaped. “Your will is mine. Your thoughts are mine. Everything there’s yours — mine. Your shame, your pain, your want. All of it only for me, now. I’m going to own you whole. Did you hear me?”

A trembling nod.

“Answer properly.”

“I heard you,” whispered Shane and the demon’s eyes flashed with gold.

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

“Suck.”

Shane sucked a thumb back to his mouth; teeth nipped at the tip, and his tongue wrapped around the length. Shane’s hips twitched just a little and he froze, until there was an approving hum and a slow welcoming grind of the man’s cocks against his raw balls. Shane shuddered and moved again, just a little, keeping his half-closed eyes on the blinking chains above his head.

On the contrary, there was something freeing in it — to do only what he was told to.

The numbness of his mind was thrown off abruptly with a slap on his thigh. Shane bit the finger and mewled around it, when he was slapped again.

“Easy,” the demon patted his thigh.

“I’m sorry.” Shane couldn’t get his legs to relax. His hip joints were sore, he couldn’t stretch and there was so much going on around his sensitive crotch right now, Shane could only squirm and clench around the demon's waist. One of his hamstrings was on the edge of a spasm. Shane sniffed. “It just hurts, sorry.”

It got the demon’s attention. “Well, broken things are no fun to play with.”

Everything happened so fast it got Shane a few blinks to understand that he was with his ass and legs in the air now, only his shoulders and head touching the bed. His cock with a drop of precum dangled above his face.

Such an easy act of manhandling left him breathless.

“Hands on my thighs.” Trembling hands followed the command. Shane used it as an opportunity to stretch his arms and groaned, digging his fingers into flesh. These thighs were meaty; warm velvety skin and rock hard muscles, holding his own and Shane’s weight on them. Shane wondered if he would be allowed to bite them. “Keep them there.” Shane nodded. “Very good.”

Shane never had his prostate licked. It was something so out of the realm of possibility — anatomically speaking — he hadn’t even thought about it. He probably would break his spine arching now, if he was able to move.

Strong arms kept him in place while the demon made out with his hole. It was sloppy and passionate and Shane could see everything: how saliva glistened everywhere — his balls, his thighs where he was bitten, the demon’s chin and cheeks; how his balls twitched; how this long red tongue was moving in and out, swirling and licking his insides.

It was pornographic. Absolutely obscene. Lewd sounds and the view were enough to make Shane hot and ill with a fast need to come.

“Fuck,” he sniffed, “fuck, fuck, oh, it’s so good.” The demon made a noise and it vibrated through Shane, making him weep. “Yes, yes, so good, so so so- Fuck, I’m going to-”

He did not, in fact, come. Something suddenly wrapped around his cock and stopped his orgasm. “No, please, I-”

Words died in his throat when he blinked off the tears. Black scales and golden spots; small bumps of a ridge that grew bigger the closer it went to the root Shane couldn’t see. It held his cock. Swallowing waves of a muscle moved in sync with the tongue now. Shane was going insane.

“Holy shit.” The tail reminded him of a reptile but something about how it was moving was different. Captivating. “Holy- Are you — oh fuck — like, are you in a full control of it?” The demon raised an eyebrow. “Did you — oh my — you touched me earlier with it? Is it like a limb?”

The bite on his ass cheek was a painful one. “Why are you talking?”

“You said I can think about you.”

“Yes.”

Shane whimpered when the demon did a rough sweep with his tongue and spit directly on his rim, not breaking their eye contact.

“Your tail is a part of you. So, it counts.”

There was something about how the man looked at him that made Shane’s breath hitch. Like an interest; a shadow of playfulness and dark glee; the demon's smile grew wide, showing off the sharpness of his fangs.

“Yes, I can fuck you with a tail, if that was your question.”

Shane thought about the biting cold when you touch a water so hot that your mind glitches before allowing you to feel reality. That was his head right now — blinded with hot shame. Shane wished he could hide his face; to avoid this knowing look and mocking smirk and the ridiculousness of his red weeping cock that leaked another strip of precum. A tail collected it. Played with a slit there, making Shane tremble so hard he couldn’t breathe.

“Please, let me come,” he begged, “please.”

“Why would I?”

“I’m…” Shane tried to come up with something. He was so close all this time, his stomach was hurting from the ongoing tension. The tongue relentlessly pushed inside him, blending together any coherent thoughts Shane could conjure. One of the demon’s hands threw Shane’s leg on his shoulder, keeping him from wiggling, fingers digging there hard just like Shane’s in his thighs and the swell of ass. “I don’t have a lube? You can use my — oh fuck, there, yes — as a lube?”

The demon laid his head in the crook of Shane’s thigh and groin as if he was suddenly bored. “Who said I would fuck you?”

“What?”

“Who said I would fuck you?” repeated the demon.

“But…” Shane felt tears of humiliation gathering on his eyelashes again. He sniffed. “Aren’t you going to?”

“I don’t know yet. Should I?”

Shane whined when a filthy kiss landed on the sensitive skin under his balls. Is there a right answer? He was told not to think; that he shouldn’t have any opinions. Did it count? Shane felt smears of wetnesses on his spine, where heavy cocks were grinding against him. But he couldn’t say no!

“See? Thinking, thinking, but nothing useful. Just your greedy hole, making all decisions. You want tongue, tail, cock there. Anything.” Shane tried to turn his head, close his eyes, but a light slap on his cheek directed his attention back. The said tail now played with his lower lip, letting Shane taste himself on it. “No wonder why your very boring boyfriend couldn’t satisfy you. Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me what you want in your hole.”

Shane’s cock jerked in the air.

He couldn’t hide.

Not in this position — full on display, all of him red and wet and trembling. Not under these eyes, pinning Shane as a butterfly with needles: limb after limb, his thoughts and needs he never dared to speak.

“Are you ashamed?”

“Yes,” whispered Shane.

The tail wiped his escaped tear, caressing Shane’s face. Scales were hot and smelled like a precum and sour note of fresh ash; smaller ones created that sandpaper texture Shane felt now with his lips.

“And what I said about it?”

“It's yours.”

“Yes. Mine.” Shane was rewarded with a wet suck on his balls. “So, I want you to tell me. Do you want my tail in there?” A sloppy lick against his rim. “My cock?” A quick thrust inside of his worked up hole. “Both of them?”

“Yes,” Shane nodded frantically; dug his heel into the demon’s back, trying to chase his mouth, “everything, anything, yes, please.”

“Good job. Not that hard, was it?” The demon smirked. “Come, then. We’ll need the lube.”

Shane’s cock was swallowed in one go. A one quick suck and a flick of the tongue on his cockhead and Shane was gone.

He probably would break his fucking neck of not for the arms that kept his hips in one place; the iron grip and unmoving posture against Shane’s whole body tremors and wailing, a heel in the back and nails in the thighs. There was so much raw strength in the creature’s body, it made Shane shake even more.

The tail slapped his cheek so Shane wouldn’t look away how fingers stretched his rim and sticky strings of cum dropped right in him from the demon’s mouth.

“Oh my fucking god.”

“Ew. Not that one.”

Shane’s drunk eyes found the demon’s ones. Flicks of gold and amusement in them again. “I don’t know what to call you.”

“How do you call me in your head?”

“The demon,” Shane said with a groan when he was laid on the bed.

“Yes, that’s me.” Red wet mouth drunk Shane’s whimpers, licking in him deep again. Shane felt the salty aftertaste of his own cum on their tongues. “But let’s say… the first few letters of the name you’ve read in the spell would work.”

It took Shane some time to remember anything at all. “Iliya?”

“Ilya,” corrected the demon.

“Ilya.”

“Yes, good. Now, on your fourth.”

Shane groaned at the satisfying stretch of his spine: he did a child pose from his yoga routine for a moment, feeling all of his tired muscles, before standing on his knees and hands. He arched a bit, knowing how good it looked from that angle.

Ilya took a handful of his ass and jiggled it.

“Fantastic view. Thank you.”

The demon palmed his cheeks, kneading them, spreading, so the air kissed his hole. Shane felt the tip of the tail pushing inside and gasped.

“You thought about it, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Holy shit. Fuck. “Fuck.” It swirled around like Ilya’s tongue, but rougher; fast, hard thrusts, deeper and deeper each time. A sensation incomparable with anything, something so alive and alien in him. Easy slide, with his cum and Ilya’s spit inside. “Yes, the first time I saw it in the book. Oh!”

“Of course you did.” Mocking tone and laugh made Shane’s cheeks bloom again. “Ah, Hollander, it’s a very rare treat — to have a slut like you, you know?” Shane whined at the loud slap. His ass tingled. “Do they even know what to do with you?”

Shane was so blissed out. Fingertips were teasing his hole, spreading new spit there and the cum that was leaking out; he didn’t know how deep the tail went but the width made his rim stretch. “Mmm? Who?”

“Very good answer. What are you thinking about? My cocks?”

“Yes.”

Was there a point to deny it now?

A hand suddenly turned his face up. Was Shane so out of it, he didn’t notice Ilya move in front of him? But the tail was still-

Two cocks were in his face. A happy trail of dark hair turning into the short curls around two shafts. One, above — a very human one: big, around nine inches, maybe, red fat head picking out of the foreskin with pearls of wetness. Another made Shane clench around the tail that still were fucking him.

“Glad to see you like it.” Ilya slapped him on the half-open mouth with the pointy red cockhead of his demon cock. It couldn’t even fit in his mouth. “You were very honest, thank you. How about some reward?”

Shane was fed with a human cock. Slowly, all length at once, until he could feel with his chin a root of the lower one and until his lips and nose were tickled with the pubes. Salt and peppery spice. Fresh ash. Heavy musk and sweat on his tongue. Palm held his head there. He was allowed to hold onto Ilya again, so Shane was kneading his ass, fingers frantically digging into flesh when he started to lose his vision.

“Very good.” Ilya pulled off him just as slowly, allowing Shane to rest his forehead on the hipbone for a moment. A thick spit that was dangling on his lips dropped onto the demon cock. Shane watched it twitch. “Again.”

White, absolute nothingness filled his head. There were no thoughts. Shane could feel the different rhythms. Fast, deep fucking in his ass with the goal to make him loose and soft; he was already half-hard. The smooth move of the cock in his throat made him floaty. An abnormally hot lower cock was sliding against his chin and jaw in a caressing gesture, and where you usually would feel balls smacking you was a bump inside of the shaft. Shane never saw anything like that.

He liked to have a cock in mouth, but he was not allowed to think about other men, so he would not compare. Never.

“Want to come on them,” a thumb touched his cheek. Was Ilya talking about his freckles? Shane whined, protesting, and pulled him closer by the ass. Curious fingers touched something and Shane realised that he found the place of transition between a human body and the tail. Bigger scales on top surrounding sharp edges of the ridge; soft and smaller ones where it turned into skin. He scratched there a little and choked on the hard sudden jerk of Ilya’s hips. “Fuck. Be nice. And why would I listen to you? I can come wherever I want.”

Shane made a noise again, swallowing harder, faster. The lewd wet sounds were so filthy and loud, he almost made himself cry, but didn’t stop. Shane looked up when he touched the pubes with his lips again and stopped there. Fingers traced the corners of his mouth and eyes, gathering the almost dropped tear there.

“Hmm,” Ilya looked down on him. Gold on his horns and eyes; Shane only now saw the glimpse of it in his nipples. Fuck, and he was so big. And meaty. Crazy body. “Are you this hungry?” Shane swallowed and scratched the place under the tail again. “Ah. Want me to fill you up on both ends?”

Tears were flowing now. Out of the pressuring heat of new orgasm, while his cock was not ready yet; out of humiliating need, because, yes, he wanted. The idea punched Shane so hard, he choked.

Ilya took off his cock, laughing, when Shane chased with his mouth after it and got a light slap instead; spit and precum sliding down on his cheek. “Cute. Open your mouth.”

The stroking hand synced with the tail’s thrusting and Shane was able to only roll his tongue out, waiting.

“Do not swallow.”

The first drops landed on his cheeks just like Ilya wanted.

He filled Shane’s mouth full with salt and zesty bitterness. A small amount of it almost ran down his chin but was caught with a thumb, putting it back. Shane felt the tail’s thrusting slowing down to the full stop; the only sounds now — Ilya’s heavy breathing and Shane’s small whines.

A finger pushed at his tongue before forcing his mouth to close.

“My beautiful, beautiful slut.” A lightning bolt shook Shane, when the tail extracted itself, leaving his hole empty and gaping, trying to close up but not being able to. “Did such a good job. Now, you’re going to swallow. Just a little sip, hmm?” Shane did that. A small gulp of warm liquid down his throat, so controlled, it made his jaw and face hurt from the tension; the skin of his cheeks burned, too. He sighed, satisfied, but asked for more with a bite on the finger. “No. Make my cock wet.”

Shane dutifully spitted out everything on the second cock, coating it in his saliva and Ilya’s cum. Red head was glistening with a precum on its own and anything that was dribbling there earlier and Shane added to it, helping himself with a tongue to spread it down the shaft.

Fuck, that thing was big. It was human-like — balls, shaft, head — but you will never confuse it with a random man’s one. He traced the smooth ridges and veins and tried to swallow the pointy head but unsuccessfully, only being able to hold it between his lips and lick into the soft slit. Ilya groaned and pushed his face off.

“Do you know how insane you should be to surprise a demon?” He shook Shane’s head in a mocking manner, making the fog go away and then thicken again. “Do you think people usually see something like that and think ‘Wow, I need to put it in my mouth’? Does it not scare you at all?” Shane sniffed and tried to look away but Ilya’s hold was firm. “Greedy, so greedy, my little filthy whore.” Shane’s tongue was sucked in a quick manner before their mouths unlocked with a loud smack. “Don’t worry, I know what to do with things like you.”

The first try made Shane’s knees wobble.

“Ass up, head down, pretty.”

Warm sheets smelled like sweat and ash. Shane nuzzled in them, biting down, when Ilya pushed again. Even after long work of Ilya’s tongue and tail, Shane’s rim stretched painfully, the soothing touches of fingers there made a little no difference.

“Fuck, you look so good like that,” Ilya kneaded his ass, spreading it further, “going to ruin you.”

You already did, though Shane.

There was no way he could ever feel something like this with anyone again, not on a physical nor emotional level. The directness of orders, the overwhelming need, the right silence in his head. The ‘you don’t need to think’ part. There was something in Ilya’s manner of talking to Shane and holding him, that Shane didn’t know he craved. Was that what he was missing?

The first ridge after the head popped inside and Shane died a little. A small cry escaped and he felt how his arms were tagged by the tail to lay behind on his lower back and then clasped in a hot rough palm; their fingers intertwined before Ilya pushed further.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Y- Ah! You,” mewled Shane.

“Hmm. Is that so?”

How could he be so calm? Was Shane not tight enough for him? Or too tight? Shane was so full already. His thighs were trembling from the effort of staying still and his cock and balls were hurting from the overstimulation and delayed orgasm and he wanted to move away but he also didn’t.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” murmured Ilya.

“You’re so big,” sniffed Shane. “So, bi, I’m so full but you’re still not — oh fuck! — and I don’t know if I can- ” His words turned into a long open-mouthed moan; something pornographic and loud and so obnoxious, he bit the sheet again. Ilya pulled out a little before pushing back so Shane could feel the stone-like tightness of the bump kissing his rim. “Holy- Are you all inside?”

“Almost.”

Shane felt the tail brushing against his weeping cock and jolted.

Ilya groaned. “Fuck. Relax, I need to move.”

“Relax? Do you know what I’m having inside right now? I can’t fucking breath! Oh my-”

“Yes, I do know. I’m, actually, looking at it.” Loud slap made Shane shut up and convulse harder. “Fucking stunning, I can’t breathe myself.”

When Ilya started to move with a full force Shane forgot how to breathe for real. Holy fucking shit. Holy shit. He was fucking impaled on this thing. The wrapped around his thigh tail kept him in place; the tip of it sometimes played with his balls and it made Shane cry nonono and Ilya laugh.

“Look at you,” Ilya growled. Did he actually just fucking growled. “Oh, that’s new but I should’ve known. Did you like it?” He let Shane’s hip and hands go and laid on his back instead; heavy hot body caging him. Shane watched the claws that weren’t there earlier dig into the mattress. “Milking me so hungry, hmm?” It wasn’t just growl; it was full chest vibration, a thunder inside. Like a cat purr but louder. The pace changed to a slower and little deeper thrusts. “Get ready.”

“To what?”

Shane got his answer when the next push inside got him to cry out.

“Fuck! Oh my-”

Teeth bit him hard on the shoulder and he stopped wiggling. Careful — and so fucking slow — Ilya made him open and squeezed inside. Like, all of him. Shane felt hot balls brushing against him and how Ilya's upper cock was trapped between them; tips of his fingers twitched and touched the cockhead.

“Fuck.”

Yeah, fuck.

Shane felt the tail stroke his cock once and passed out.

Shane woke up on waves. He was floating: his mind, his consciousness, his body. It was hot. It was hot and he couldn’t move. Shane licked his lips and it was salty and bitter. Something else licked his lips too and then his mouth and into his mouth. Shane was so tired. He just let that happen and it was demanding but gentle. Soft.

Something moved in him and he blinked off the fog.

“Did you sleep well?”

The hips snapped harder and Shane gasped.

“Wh- Are you still fucking me?” he mumbled. His mouth refused to work properly.

“Yes. You have a very nice hole. So soft and wet for me. So welcoming, aren’t you? Here, let me show you.”

Ilya’s hand took his and moved it between Shane’s asscheeks. The bump went away but the cock was still hard. Or hard again? How long Shane was out? Was Ilya in him all this time? Shane was just laying there. And Ilya was- While he was- Shane felt with his own fingers how his hole clenched on this thought and a shame washed over him for a moment.

His rim was swollen and so raw and it couldn’t close around the cock now, after being so stretched with this thing. Something was oozing out of him: sticky and hot, it was everywhere. When Ilya pushed in a little, it leaked out again with a squelch.

“So full. Mine.”

Even laying on his side now, Shane was bracketed by Ilya’s body with their legs and tail intertwined, Ilya’s arms all around him, and his face in Shane’s neck. Shane was crazy enough, apparently, to think that he was pretty comfortable like this.

He looked down to see the tail but his breath hitched when he noticed his stomach. It was… rounder. Not in a pregnant way, but when you spend so much time with your body you know when something is out of place. Shane laid his hand under his belly button — white, thick strings of stickiness on his fingers made him do a little oh — and yes, it was rounder. Warm skin there was tight and more sensitive than usual, uncontrollable if you pressed. Another hand covered his.

“Yes. Full of me.”

“Holy shit.”

Something moved inside him, too, and a deeper shove of the cock made him realize that he can feel it. With his hand on his stomach. The cock inside him right now. He could-

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Ilya growled, “don’t clench so hard, fuck.”

Shane felt the jerk of the human cock that was rubbing between his cheeks and the slide against his abused swollen prostate. He threw his head back instinctively and the teeth found his throat. It was insane. Everything about it was. The tail was grinding on his soft cock and empty balls; he came and didn’t remember it, but it was borderline painful, so so overworked, he winced.

“Hurtshurts-”

“Poor you.”

After some time like this — rubbing and grinding and teasing — he could feel the heat of arousal again. Shane touched where they were connected, testing the stretch.

“And what are we doing, hmm?” A tongue licked his ear. There was so much spit on Shane’s face and neck, he forgot how not to feel sticky and wet. “Oh?”

Shane wrapped his hand around the human cock. It would be a tight fit, but he had so much cum in him that it would slide easily once it’s inside.

“No.”

“No, please, please, I want to, please, I can, I promise-”

“Easy. I know that,” Ilya calmed his sobbing with another kiss, drinking all his whines, “I want you on your back for this.”

They moved and when Shane spread his hips Ilya froze.

“You’re a fucking piece of art.”

It made Shane blush furiously and squelch down there. Cum trickled down his crack; Ilya collected it with his thumb and put it in his mouth, still looking where his cock just was. The tail’s tip caressed Shane's swollen rim, stretching it to the side, and the warmth leaked out again.

Seeing Ilya like this… it was a sight too. Shane was fucking with it. Like, really. Horns and tail and fangs and two cocks. They glistened with their cum and spit and Shane wanted that back in him. Shane was fucking with it and he liked it. He liked it. Why would there be a shame in the things he liked?

“Hello, there.”

Shane’s focus snapped back when Ilya rubbed their noses and kissed him like the first time. It was not so frantic, but still intense, a familiar slide of tongue down his throat made him sigh softly. Shane could finally feel the movement of strong back with his hands and he grabbed at everything he could: the ridges of spine that morphed into the tail; a place with soft scales that made Ilya groan into his mouth; soft swell of ass — so big and plush, Shane left his hands there, teasing with his thumbs the tail.

“You have no idea how you taste,” Ilya sighed into his mouth. “So good for me, perfect and slutty, but your soul... You’re something, Shane Hollander.”

Oh. He didn’t know that happened. Shouldn’t he feel something? He was dizzy, but it was from the abnormal sex activity and dehydration, that’s for sure.

“Oh… Yeah?”

He was kissed again: hungry sucks that took all of the air out of him.

“I’m going to devour you.”

Shane looked cross-eyed at flicks of gold in his eyes when Ilya put his demon cock back. When the tip of the tail pushed along, he forced himself to relax and breathe into Ilya’s mouth. Hands found the mop of soft curls and got lost there, brushing the roots of horns. The smooth surface was matte there, velvety and hot, and Shane took a firm hold onto one of them when the tail was replaced with a cockhead.

“Holy sh-”

“Fucking-”

They panted into each other’s mouths, sharing wet air and moans. Lips on lips for a moment, and Shane threw his head back when both cocks were fully seated inside. Fucking hell. Fucking hell, would he burst or something? His legs shook and Ilya helped to cross them on his back above the tail.

“Beautiful,” a wet suck on his jaw made Shane smile a little. “Delicious.” Ilya bottomed out and they both sighed. Shane’s cock was hard and leaking between their stomachs — Shane’s even bigger, rounder now, grinding against Ilya’s hair and abs when he started to move. “Your greed is unbelievable, but it’s a great match for me, huh? How do you feel? Good?”

“Yes,” whispered Shane. “Yes, yes, good, thank you, yes-”

Shane was glad he had a horn to hold on to. The wet slaps of heavy balls on his ass and the lewd sounds that his ass made only added to his sobs; he was losing his mind. He pushed their foreheads together, keeping Ilya there, and pushed his hips to meet Ilya’s. Fuck, it was saw hot. He saw for a moment how the cocks moved inside and out, sticky and wet and so big, and got dizzy.

When the bump grew again and the stretch became unbearable, Shane shuddered and clenched so hard, Ilya forced his hips to stop for a moment and swore on the language Shane didn’t know.

“I’m close. Come, now.”

“I can’t — ah! — I’m sorry,” sniffed Shane. “Hurts.”

“I say ‘come’ and you ‘come’. Did you forget?” He was bit on the lip, hard. Shane screamed into Ilya’s mouth: the tail wrapped itself around his cock and stroked it in sync with the slowed down thrusting. “Come.”

It hurts it hurts it hurts

Hot gushes of liquid hit him inside. So fast, so much, so hot; he felt his stomach tighten up and his own cock shooting a pathetic dribble of something, too.

Heavy, sweaty body pressed on him like a weighted blanket. Rumbles of praise and wet licks everywhere lulled him to sleep.

“That’s new.”

“Yes,” Shane gently redirected Rose’s hand so she would not touch the chain.

“Trying out new things?”

“Something like that.”

“Guess who I just bumped into?” Hayden landed heavily in his chair, making the table shake and drinks spill. “Fuck, sorry. Brad is here!”

Shane winced. Their break up was pathetic just like their two months of seeing each other. Shane texted him “I’m breaking up with you.” the next morning after the night and got “fr? fuck you too ur not wven good laid”. Like, really?

Shane didn’t even tell him that he cheated. Not like he could tell that anyone. His friends would ask questions, girls always knew something, and he would blush in the wrong moment or blab about something he shouldn’t have. It would be a disaster, so.

His cross to bear, Shane snorted to himself.

He played with the chain. A new habit to keep his fidgeting in check and just to. To feel it there. Thin, but somehow heavy, with a small pendant. It didn’t have a clasp and was just tied in a small knot, loose cold ends tickling his neck.

“Is it gold?”

“Yes,” Shane sighed.

“I just never saw you wearing gold.”

More like, he never wore anything. Why would Rose choose the moment to be so perceptive now? “Trying out new things.”

She hummed, eyeing him for a second, and turned her attention to Hayden.

“Why would Brad be there?”

“Why the fuck would I know? I just saw him in the bathroom and he asked if Shane here-”

“And you told him what?” Jackie interrupted him.

“That he’s here? He’s here,” Hayden looked at Shane as if to make sure he was, indeed, here.

“I hate men,” she mumbled.

“Hey-”

“You know what, I’m going to get us another round.”

Shane hated every second he had to spend in a sweaty crowd to get to the bar. The wait was short but it was there, so he stood quietly to the side, praying not bump into anyone-

“Pretty thing.” A finger tugged at the chain. “Is the owner around?”

Shane’s breath hitched.

“He is now.”

“I was not talking about the chain.”

“Maybe, me too.”

Ilya circled him like a predator around its prey; a loud sniff of his hair and wet air into his ear.

“Is that so?”

He looked different and the same. There were no horns, of course. Or tail. Nothing that could indicate what he is, but Shane saw the blink of gold in his eyes when Shane bit his lip.

When Shane woke up that morning a week ago, he was alone. And exhausted. He couldn’t move much and was blessed when he saw a bottle of water in his nightstand; gulping it down in one go, he laid in his dirty bed. And laid some more. Yeah, there was no way that Shane could convince himself it was a dream, when he could literally feel something leaking out of him. Touching his hole, he let out a little whimper and a tired sigh. Ruined. That was a fitting word. He then felt something under his ass. The gold chain sparkled proudly in the morning light. Yeah, no way.

“I noticed it break off only after I left.”

“Sorry, should I?..”

“No, no, leave it. Pretty thing for a pretty thing.”

Shane didn’t notice when they moved, only when his back was softly pushed into the wall nearby.

“Very fitting, too, hmm?” Hands grabbed him in a commanding manner, stroking his sides and hipbones under Shane’s black, silky button down. “So pretty tonight. Blushing cheeks and freckles, wet doe eyes. Big plans?” Shane shook his head. “No, of course not. Making a necklace out of my horns’ chain to remind yourself?” Soft kisses on his cheeks, down to the corners of his lips. Ilya’s hand on his neck now, keeping the chain between Shane’s skin and his palm. “Who owns you?”

The first kiss was short. Just a quick smack of lips, and Ilya laughed right into his mouth when Shane chased after him. Ilya's tongue was the same, long and playful, and Shane groaned and sucked on it hungrily, hands holding Ilya’s head so he wouldn’t move. His hair was so soft. Shane missed him. That was crazy and it was true.

“Shane?”

Shane groaned at interruption. Fuck, of course it would be Brad.

“It's bad manners to interrupt kissing people,” grumbled Ilya.

“Fuck off, dude. Shane, are you good?”

“What?” Shane blinked a few times. Ilya kissed his neck and he nuzzled Ilya's ear before dropping hands onto his shoulders. “Yes?”

“You just…” Brad made a vague gesture, “not like roofied or something?”

Shane froze. Ilya’s laugh was loud despite the loud music and the noise of the crowd. And the fact that his face still was in Shane’s neck. Shane slapped him on the back but shyly smiled, too.

“Thank you for checking, but everything is fine.”

“Why do men you’re sleeping with don’t know what your horny face looks like?” Ilya asked. Out loud.

“Shut the fuck up,” hissed at him Shane.

“Wow, okay.” Brad made the face. “Whatever, bye.”

“Yes, good thinking,” Ilya bit on Shane's earlobe. “A second longer him keeping me from your mouth and I would rip his head off.”

“Let’s not-” Shane’s breath stopped when he felt the familiar weight of the tail wrapping around his thigh. Ilya looked at him with a raised eyebrow and so much hunger. “You know what, never mind. My apartment, now.”

“Bossy.”

Shane kissed him. First time on his own initiative, and it made Ilya freeze and then aggressively lick into him, hands running and rubbing Shane’s torso and holding his face. Shane didn’t even care that they were in public, with his friends around and other people that knew him.

“Please,” he whined quietly. “Come on.”

“Yes,” Ilya grabbed his ass, “let’s make it the last thinking piece of the day for you, yes?”

Yes.

Can you call it a blessing to have a demon’s leash on you?