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Hadrian sighed in content as soon as he felt himself rise from his slumber, burrowing a little further down into the plush mattress that was below him.
Nothing beat a real bed. While he did have the ability to conjure a good mattress, there was something about being in his own bed that just brought a whole new level of comfort. He lounged there in the black bamboo sheets fading in and out of conciseness for about an hour until he felt the bed dip next to his side and a hand settle on his left hip.
‘Or maybe its not just the bed that brings me comfort’ Hadrian thought as he finally opened his eyes to look at the Demon sitting next to him.
“Good morning, mon cheri” the demon spoke leaning down to nuzzle into the crook of Hadrian’s neck, starting to run his hand on the waist it rested on. Hadrian purred and shut his eyes again while reaching up and burying his hands in the others soft red locks, while noticing the feel of their reading glasses press against his cheek.
“Alastor, how long was I out?” he felt as the tall man sit up a bit, but not far enough to allow Hadrian’s hands to not touch his hair. Frowning at the loss of warmth he opened his eyes to take in the Demons form.
Gone was his trademarked suit jacket. The black vest fit snuggly against his chest where a red form fitting button up resided. Hadrian ran an appreciative eye down the fit body and noted that Al had his favorite pair of black slacks on.
The hand that was still on his waist slowly started making full passes down the curve of his hip to his upper thigh then back up just barely brushing his nipple.
“Oh, about two days I would say” Alastor's voice came out amused while Hadrian could hear swing start playing up in the corner of the room, likely Al’s staff. A slight zing went through his body as the demon’s hand started to pay more attention to the clothed nipple closest to him.
“Cheeky bastard” Hadrian commented at the amused grin on the face above him. Clenching his hands know in the others hair he yanked him down, forcing the others body more across him and smashing their lips together in a violent kiss.
Al loved when this happened, pulling away slightly he reached for his reading glasses and took them off, placing them on the side table. He quickly attached himself to Hadrian’s neck biting up to right behind said man’s ears. He felt Hadrian release a breath of air as the warmth brushed against the side of his head. He started to nibble his way down and stopped on top of the hollow of Hadrian’s neck.
His face was grabbed once again and brought into a more sedated kiss that ended with Hadrian running his nose up and down his cheek. Pecking the black-haired man once more he sat up.
“Well” Hadrian drawled watching him with those ever-shifting emerald eyes “Two weeks of humans slaughtering each other makes a guy very busy”
Al shifted slightly so he could reach down and start unlacing his black dress shoes. “And my Little Death couldn’t sleep a wink with all those annoying souls floating around causing further mayhem I presume?” Placing his shoes down he turned his wide grin at the man.
“Oh hush you” Hadrian pouted until his own little smirk bloomed on his face. Sitting up he allowed the sheets to pool on his bare lap revealing one of Alastor’s red button ups he wore as a night shirt “Or do you not want your gift?” he purred.
Alastor drug his eyes away from the milky white thighs that he could see and up to the mischievous face of his lover. Tilting his head to the side he felt his grin widen. “A gift my own?”
Hadrian Hmmmed and crawled closer to the demon and started unbuttoning the black waistcoat. “Oh yesssss” Hadrian hissed out, dragging his arms over Al’s shoulders and arms and chucking the black piece of clothing away. “A little snack for my favorite cannibal”
Alastor chuckled and found his hands grabbing the lithe mans hips and dragging him flush against his chest. “And is that gift you?” he guessed.
Suddenly hands were wrapped around his throat and he was shoved down onto the bed bellow him. The shadows that laid undisturbed under the bed suddenly became jagged and jutted up and around to face the demons direction.
“You dare!?” Hadrian hissed in his face eyes a inky black green, swinging a leg over his hips and straddling Al, all the while the hands tightened around his throat. “I am not a gift Alastor, I am a privilege!” Nails started to dig into his flesh as Hadrian leaned down to hiss something in his face.
Alastor all the while remained calm ‘Nope, definitely not the correct guess’ he thought, quickly back tracking as air became scarce. “And I am honored to have that privilege!” breath came a little easier as Hadrian loosened his death grip.
The man leaned back and ground their groins together, letting out another hiss at Al’s clear erection rubbed against his. The Radio demon kept his hands to his side despite the fact he wanted to grab onto those soft hips and grind against them again, but his lover was still quite cross with him currently, and while it was hot as hell, he did not want to die on this day. Instead he chose the easier option and bucked up into the man leaving his hands on the bed.
A soft gasp escaped Hadrian lips and he lightly swatted Alastor’s chest, completely releasing his neck and resting his palms on Al's chest “Stop that, I want to be cross with you at the moment” another thrust up and an almost moan later Al deemed himself safe enough to touch Hadrian.
“Sorry Doll” he spoke with a soft grin while finally grabbing the mans bare lower thigh and running his hands slowly up and under the shirt, feeling the soft flesh that this being on top of him possessed “I apologize for upsetting you, I’m just a greedy soul as you know”
A soft chuckle and Al could feel the warm hands on his chest start to slowly unbutton his dress shirt. “Oh how I know how greedy you can be” sweet friction pressed down on him as the man continued “As you know how greedy death can be”
He spazzimed slightly at the dark undertones in the voice and the sweat pressure he could feel building up, letting his grip tighten on those upper thighs he could hear the other gasp. “Yes, a match made in Hell one could say”
Hadrian was done with his shirt and was now looking at his bone white hands pressed against the tanned/gray flesh of the other. “Do you still want to know about your snack?” he purred dragging his nails down the chest and leaving bright red strips down the skin. Another slight thrust up had him clenching his hands in pleasure as he felt Al’s body vibrate as he answered.
“If I am still allowed to have it” the curiosity had him pausing in his movements. Hadrian looked down and gave a wicked smile.
“Two weeks of despicable violence and thousands killed in the most gruesome of ways, I collected quite a number of souls. But currently I’m still down by 50 souls Al.” Green eyes danced and his chest heaved in excitement.
“Were are those 50 love?”
“Hmm?” Hadrian tilled his head slightly, gently petting the chest below him tracing his claw marks “There not dead…yet. I saved the worst for you, still alive and ripe with fear. If I remember correctly, just the way you like your meat”
A sharp static growl escaped Alastor’s lips as he threw Hadrian off of him and on to the middle of the bed. Standing up himself he turned and faced his green-eyed beauty, slowly getting on the bed and crawling toward the slightly opened legs. Chuckling darkly he could tell his eyes had dilated with pleasure as he leaned over the quivering aroused form below him.
“Now I know that you love me” he sang as he pushed Hadrian’s sleep shirt off of his chest and over his head leaving the pale being exposed. The legs around his hips opened wider and he felt deft fingers pull his pants.
“I’ve been working really hard these past few weeks Al. I think I deserve a little reward myself, don’t you think?” sharp cheeky grins where plastered on the twos faces as lips and teeth crashed together again.
The swing music suddenly changed and tuned into a quite classic jazz as the Radio demon chuckled breathlessly.
“My Little Death, I couldn’t agree more.”