This is a requested story.
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The floor of the penthouse swam in yellow light. In the huge room, one could almost feel the city breeze while standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the galaxy of lights below. Time was at a standstill in places like these. These surreal places where everything and nothing is possible, for just a moment, and you could plummet into the pool of your own thoughts by way of the city skyline.
A door opened and a slice of light cut through the gentle glow. A rugged man compacted into a waistcoat and pants that whispered "designer" strutted through the open doorway, dragging a woman in tow by the hand. She was swathed in white fabric that seemed to float, almost angelically, around her. Her face was flushed and the man's eyebrows were scrunched together beneath a curving pair of horns, his lanky tail whipped side to side like a snake.
The man whipped around once the door was closed and pushed the woman against the wall with one hand splayed across her chest. Despite his gruff appearance and actions, he closed in on her with gentleness and wrapped his arms around her shoulders with an endearing warmth. Her skin was soft and her shoulder blades were begging the man to run his fingers over them.
"Diabolo..." she whispered, meeting his eyes. Diabolo grinned a wide, wicked grin and attached his mouth to the woman's. Her arms came up to rest on his chest and her head tilted backward, turning the kiss looser, sloppier. Diabolo grunted and pulled back, running a thumb over his bruised work.
"Yes, Ivy?'
Ivy leaned into the rasp in his voice. "I..." she blushed furiously. "Diabolo, do you think... do you want...."
Diabolo raised his eyebrows in surprise but Ivy moved her hands across his chest and her wings gently stuttered. He took a deep breath.
"Are you sure, princess?"
"Mhm," she smiled up at him and part of Diabolo wanted to wrap her in one of his hoodies and watch a movie, maybe make dinner together. Another part of him wanted to run his hands over her body and feel her shiver under his palms.
Diabolo curled a finger under her chin and lifted it, before placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Okay," he whispered, smiling.
Diabolo pressed his chest against her small frame once again, wrapping his arms around her back, careful not to hurt her wings. He stood there a moment and breathed in her earthy, peachy scent. He didn't want to make a big deal of this decision, but he knew Ivy had contemplated it thoroughly if she brought it up.
"I love you," he whispered into her hair. Diabolo scooped Ivy up by the thighs and carried her down a long hallway, reaching a dark red door which he pushed open with one knee. It swung open smoothly, light spilling into a dark room with stained red walls and a massive bed. Ivy gently rocked in his arms and Diabolo took a moment of appreciation for his situation.
He leaned over the bed and dropped Ivy onto it. The bed creaked as Diabolo crawled onto it with arms and knees on either side of Ivy, his tail whipping side to side, his pants uncomfortably tight.
Their lips made contact and for a moment Diabolo's world went fuzzy. The lights blurred, then faded when he closed his eyes, and a small humming played in his ears. Ivy's lips whispered warmth through his veins that pooled in his stomach. He smiled against her mouth before pulling back.
Ivy wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips to meet his, grinding slightly and making muffled sounds. He pressed back. A groan slipped from his lips.
"You're gorgeous." Diabolo breathed as he continued to rut against Ivy, pushing her into the bed with each movement. Ivy moaned a small, gentle sound that went straight to Diabolo's cock. He looked down at the tent in his own pants meeting Ivy's arching hips.
Gently, Ivy placed two hands on his chest before pushing him back off of her. Diabolo immediately complied.
"Sit on the bed," Ivy instructed in her quiet, sweet voice. Diabolo did so, leaning back on his elbows and letting his thighs spread wider so his pants stretched over his erection. Her blush deepened.
Ivy's hands drifted to the zipper down the side of her dress, yanking it downwards slowly. Diabolo licked his lips and resisted the temptation to palm himself through his pants. Her delicate fingers worked at the fabric.
Diabolo's breaths deepened.. He imagined those fingers working his cock, smoothing the precum soaking his boxers down his shaft and making him squirm with pleasure. The thought made Diabolo harder. Ivy smiled and Diabolo realized she knew what she was doing as she wiggled the dress down to her feet and stood before him in a hardly humble bra and underpants.
With a small finesse and sway to her hips Ivy reached up and plucked the combs and ribbons from her hair, throwing them onto the bed, and letting the locks float down to her shoulders.
"Can I... Can I touch you?"Diabolo huffed.
Ivy walked over and sat on Diabolo's thigh. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, bit her lip. "Be my guest," she murmured, beginning to move in small circles on his leg.
Diabolo placed two large, warm hands on her waist and ran them across her skin. "Fuck," he stuttered, "You're amazing."
He didn't give Ivy a chance to answer, only flipped her over onto the bed and placed a knee between her thighs. She was a sight below him with messy hair and a shy but sated smile, hands beside her head, and breasts vaguely contained by laces resembling a bra.
Diabolo carefully brought each of Ivy's arms above her head and snatched a hair ribbon from the pillows to tie them together. If Ivy really tried she could remove it, but if her gasp and further deepening blush had anything to say, that wasn't something on her mind.
Diabolo pressed his mouth against hers, claiming her with his tongue, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, and clicking their teeth together. Ivy moaned into his mouth and slid hotly against Diabolo's body. He pulled away from her, a near sob of pleasure wrenching from her throat.
Ivy turned her head in embarrassment and Diabolo took the opportunity to latch onto her jawline. He slid his mouth along the sharp line, careful not to scratch her too harshly with his teeth. Her skin was soft and pliable beneath his tongue and tasted of roses. He licked a hot streak across it, laving the irritated skin.
Ivy moaned quietly and lifted her hips again. Diabolo dodged her and chuckled lowly as he slid his mouth across her collarbone. He pulled the bra down at the middle with one finger, latched his teeth onto one nipple, and bit down gently. He twisted the other, then soothed the pain with his tongue. Ivy's eyes flew open and she cried out under him, an arm reaching to wrap around the back of his neck.
"Yes..." she moaned, holding Diabolo's head against her breast. Her skin was satin, planes of warm yellow light and Diabolo's angry red marks. After a couple of moments, Diabolo pulled back, ignoring her groan of protest, and started working the buttons of his waistcoat with shaking hands. Ivy squeezed her legs together, hands still resting above her head, and licked her lips, watching him. Her bra was tucked under her breasts and her face was an exquisite shade of red. Diabolo worked faster.
