Piece of You

"Stop eating."

"Why?" I shoved another handful of Chex Mix into my mouth as Byleth cringed.

"Because you're eating too fucking much. Stop."

"But it tastes good."

"Sean..." Byleth smiled and sat beside me on the sofa. "Stop." I shoved another handful down in response. Byleth moved closer and took the bag from me, laying it aside. His voice grew quiet. "Stop."

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He chuckled and pushed me down, crawling over me as soon as I was on my back. "I can't kiss you when you're stuffing your face." He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me slowly. It became deep and sensual, drawing a pleasant moan from Byleth's lips as he rocked his hips into mine. He was already aroused.

"Hey." I pushed gently until he pulled back to look into my eyes. I smiled to assure him that everything was okay. "We just fucked in the shower a few hours ago."

"And we can't again? I may have given you an earth-shattering orgasm last night, but tonight you didn't come."

I smoothed my hand through his blonde hair. His eyes fell shut as my fingers explored his golden horns. "I wanted you to be able to because I knew you wanted to. It's okay, I was honestly super tired."

"I love watching you come, sugar," he sighed as my hands explored his horns further. "And speaking of, you know I came inside you for a reason."

"You've never come inside me before that. What's different?"

"Time and trust, and loyalty proven." His face twisted in pleasure and he let out a breathy moan as I stroked his horns. A smile spread across my lips as I watched his reaction to my caresses. Interesting.

"I will be loyal to you as long as I am able, king Byleth," I said through a smile.

He shivered. "Keep going like that, sugar, and we won't make it much further." He rocked his hips into mine as I caressed his horns. "You've mentioned you've seen my wings, or the phantom shadow of them in our memories." A moan escaped him as he rocked his hips at a steady rhythm.

"Yeah," I said. "I didn't start seeing them in memories or on you in person until after last night."

"To come inside you is to give you a bit of myself," he said as he licked his lips and stared down at me, his red eyes glowing with lust. His jeans strained against his large bulge as it rocked into me to incite the fire that he was so good at stoking.

"So I can see more of you now, including the you that once was?" I asked, breathless.

"Yes." He kissed me again as my fingers danced around the upward curves in his horns. It seemed they were either sensitive to touch or some sort of fetish, the thought alone causing him pleasure. I wrapped my hands around the base of them and stroked upward to gain another moan from him, his kiss turning into a desperate, open-mouthed plea for release.

"Don't you dare draw me as an angel, though," he said through a quiet moan.

"I won't. I like my naughty demon Byleth the way he is." I moved one of my hands between us to tease his cock through his bell bottom jeans.

"Fallen -- fallen angel, you ass." He smirked as my other hand finally left his horn to slide up his white sleeveless shirt.

I smiled as he gasped when my nail flicked over his nipple. "Byleth -- fallen angel and vain king of Hell. That good enough?"

"Darling, you can keep calling me *your* Byleth all you want..." He shivered as my nail flicked across his nipple again. "Just as long as you remember that I'm in control."

"Of course," I said. I pulled open the buttons on his top and slid down the sofa far enough for my lips to reach his chest. I flicked my tongue over his nipple and delighted in the small twitch it caused. My hand continued to squeeze him through his jeans as I nibbled, his moans becoming more vocal as he pressed into my hand. My free one trailed up to tease his other nipple.

"You want me to come in my pants?" he breathed.

"Please do." A growing wetness formed in his jeans. He hadn't come yet, but he was leaking.

"I knew I chose right when I decided to stay," he said as I ran my hand down between his legs and up to his ass, and then back down again. "When you said you loved me--" He moaned a laugh. "...I thought you were full of shit."

"But you believed me because you knew deep down that I meant it, and I still do." I smiled. "I love you like I love Zagan. I love you both to the ends of the earth and beyond."

"Oh, sugar, gonna--" he gasped.

I stopped. "I want to see."

"Such a naughty boy you are, Sean." Byleth grinned and sat back on his knees, and he looked into my eyes as he took my hand and moved it over his jeans.

I took over and watched his expressions as his eyes shone bright red in the dark room. His stomach muscles clenched as his breathing became shaky, his hips gyrating into my hand as I traced the prominent shape of his pulsating need.

"Gonna come," he breathed.

"Do it." I squeezed harder and his hips jerked forward.

He clenched his teeth as his stomach muscles convulsed with his orgasm, the wet spot on his jeans growing large as white seeped through. I continued to rub the sensitive spot until his moans turned into a whine as his hands froze in the air, his fingers tensing and untensing as I squeezed and caressed him.

After a time, he grabbed my wrist. A deep laugh rose from his chest. "Take it easy, darling, or I might come twice."

"You can do that?" I said, genuinely curious.

He smiled lazily. "I can do anything I set my mind to, technically. You know, corrupted angelic magick and all." He said it as if it were just common knowledge.

I smiled. Always the brat king. "Then I want to see you come twice."

"Do you, now?" He flicked his forked tongue out in a lecherous gesture. "Maybe I'll have to make you come first."

"Sounds like a plan." I sat up just enough to wrap my arms around him and pulled him down, kissing him with hunger. He shrugged his shirt off and his fingers tugged at my pajama shorts. When he managed to pull away, he rocked his hips into mine. I was surprised to see that he was still half-hard.

"Get ready for round two, babe," he drawled.