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“Thanks. Sorry if I interrupted your work.”
You waved him off. Of course you’d never turn down Beel if he needed help. “S’fine. It was just some RAD tasks I didn’t wanna do anyways.” A toothy smile graced your features to which Beel returned with a small one of his own.
“Usually Mammon helps me but he had something else to do today,” his deep voice grunted out as he hoisted the magical sparring dummies up and off to the side of the House of Lamentation’s gym. You watched as he piled stuff away, eyeing the various bruises littering his pale skin. Purple and blue splotches ranged from the side of his ribs and to the top of his knuckles.
Just what kinda fighting does he do down here?
A worried look morphed onto your face. “Those bruises look pretty bad. Are you gonna be okay?” I know demons heal pretty fast but…
“Nothin’ a couple of meals can’t fix,” he reassured you, lumbering over to where you sat to look through his bag. He pulled out a few rolls of bandages, cupping them in his massive hands. “Besides, that’s why you’re here. Help me bandage up?”
“Of course!” As you hopped up from your seat, the two of you traded places, Beel taking a seat in your previous spot. He smiled up at you warmly. “Just tell me where it hurts and Dr. Y/n will get started,” you joked, easily settling into your caretaker role.
Beel reached over, digging into his black duffel bag and fishing out some salve. “Most of my bruises are on my chest and hands. Overdid it in the training simulation today,” he chuckled out sheepishly smiling.
After grabbing some of the healing salve, you finally got a look at his bruises and let out a low whistle. He wasn’t lying. The skin around Beel’s knuckles were a gross mixture of red, green and purple. The carnage left a trail from the front of his knuckles all the way to his forearms and up to his chiseled pecks. They weren’t as bad as his hands but they still needed a little bit of attention.
“Holy fucking hell Beel,” you murmured as you scooped up some of the salve and placed in back on the bench. “You gotta be more careful.”
“Yeah.”
As you focused on Beel’s right hand, he attentively watched you work, transfixed. He wasn’t sure what it was; maybe it was the soft and gentle care of you carefully coating his skin in the goop that had him in a trance. Or it was how small your hands looked compared to his own that had stirred something primal in his gut. His eyes flickered back and forth between your steadily working hand wrapping each knuckle and finger up and your concentrated face with your tongue sticking out. He could feel the slight shiver prickle up his spine whenever the pads of your fingers caressed the bandages wrapped around his skin. And it only heightened when you bent down to kiss the bandaged knuckles. Beel’s eyes widened, surprised at the gentle gesture.
“My mom used to kiss my boo-boos whenever I got hurt. She always said it’d make them feel better, ya know?”
All he could do was nod, too afraid his voice would betray just how much he enjoyed such a simple action. He sat there mystified while you continued on to his other injured hand. The shivers spread throughout his body like a wildfire and he had to steel himself to physically suppress a shudder.
“You okay?” It didn’t go unnoticed by you since you were delicately handling his fingers. “I didn’t hurt you. Did I?”
“No.” His eyes snapped from your tangled hands and up to your eyes and he watched you visibly intake. His purple eyes were dark with lust and a pink blush ghosted his nose and cheekbones. You hadn’t hurt him. It was the complete opposite and it was taking everything in his will power not to jump you. Every touch, every caress had awakened his thick cock in his shorts and he hoped you hadn’t noticed the large bulge print growing down there.
Beel was embarrassed and turned on by your hands; something that wasn’t a problem when he and Mammon bandaged each other up after late night sparring in the gym. It never even crossed his mind. Until now when you were taking care of him so well. All he wanted to do was take those soft attentive hands and place them on his co—
“Beel?” He didn’t know when he closed his eyes. Too lost and wrapped up in your fingers ghosting across his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His eyes fluttered open when they landed on his chest, nimble fingers massaging the bruised area with the healing salve. He only grunted in response, a dopey smile playing on his lips the more you teased his skin with the tips of your nails. When they grazed across his nipples, he cussed under his breath and stopped your movements with a large hand on your wrist.
“M’fine. Just feels too good.”
Like a light bulb going off in your head, it clicked just what was going on with him as surprise spread across your face. Your wide eyes dropped to his lap and you finally noticed the very large and hard cock outlined in the inner thigh of his dark blue shorts. Suddenly the air around you was thick with sexual tension and you struggled to tear your eyes away from his large girth. Your gaze flew back to his face and you felt your own arousal start to pool in the pit of your stomach as Beel began to look at you like you were something tasty to eat. “Do you want me to stop?” You asked him softly, hand still cupping the supple peck.
He shook his head ‘no’, orange locks swaying in front of his face. An airy fuck slipped past his lips when he felt your thumb pass over his pert nipple and he all but lost his composure. “Y/n… fuck .”
“Lemme take care of you, baby,” you breathed out, watching, enamored at his reactions.
Beel was like putty in your hands; completely unraveling every which way your fingers trailed over his burning skin. Your head dipped down, resting on his chest, planting chaste kisses and your fingers occasionally teased his nipples. Everywhere your fingers neglected, your tongue and lips made for it, covering his bruised skin in kisses and saliva. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest the more you kissed down his happy trail, the tips of your nails gliding smoothly across his toned abdomen. As you kneel between his spread legs, you come face to face with his clothed cock, kissing the throbbing tip through the fabric of his shorts.
“You’re killin’ me here,” he murmured, warm hands running over yours resting on his thick thighs soothingly.
You ran a hand along the length of his cock, massaging the tip of it with your fingers. “Sorry.” You weren’t with the way you fluttered your lashes at him, biting your bottom lip in eagerness as you fish him out of his workout shorts.
“S’okay. I kinda like it,” he admitted, blushing more deeply than before.
Your lips hovered over the massive tip once you freed it from its confines. Beel shuddered from your breath fanning over his leaking and throbbing cock. “Masochist,” you teased him, dragging the tip of your nail along the topside of his cock length. His cock bounced, twitching happily at the stimulation and Beel threw his back, eyes clamped shut.
“ Shit .”
Your soft and plump lips kissed his tip before encircling it with warmth and wetness. They didn’t move past the tip, making sure your tongue had enough room to maneuver around. The salty taste of precum flooded your taste buds as your tongue licked up his slit, sometimes curling around the thick tip while your lips suckled on it. You let your right hand encase his shaft, thumb pressing firmly on the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, massaging it along its path; the other hand gently held his balls, softly kneading them in your palm. A stuttering and breath gasp made your gaze flit up to the man above you.
Beel was breathing heavily, mouth hanging open with his eyes glazed over with lust. It looked like he was trying his best to focus on your heavenly face, hands, and mouth but the pleasure was too much for him. He was lost in the deep throws of your talented mouth trying his best not to bust too quickly. But the way you were gently sucking him off and the sultry look gleaming in your eyes was like staring into the gates of the celestial realm. Every time he felt your tongue, the light squeeze on his hung balls, the soft teasing of your fingers along the length of his cock, he felt like he was losing his grip on reality. He never knew a pair of hands could make him feel this good. It was winding up that tight coil in his gut. That fire that’d been coursing through his muscles was now swimming around in his lower body like languid lava ready to erupt from a volcano.
“H-hey— I’m gonna– fuck – I-I,” Beel trailed off, vision going white as something inside of him broke. Hot, white ropes of cum came rushing out of his cock, exploding into the back of your throat. He moaned out gruffly, cussing while you kept sucking and milking him dry.
Gazing up at him, you watched happily as he came undone in your mouth, his chest heaving and small gasps spilling from his lips. His warm cum slid down your throat, you swallowed as much as you could to be careful not to get any on the floor. His glazed over eyes finally focused after he finally came down from his intense orgasm and he locked eyes with you. You weren’t even done lapping up the rest of his load before he pulled off his cock and the ground and onto his lap.
His muscly arm snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him and he buried his face into your neck, still trying to regain his breath. “You’re my new gym buddy. Okay?” He mumbled into your skin.
A small smile stretched across your lips. “Okay.”