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You and the demon brothers had been joking and laughing all the way back from The Fall, recounting funny stories from this year’s Bunny Boy event. Even though you were tired, you were still a little too hyped to go to bed, so you sat up with them in the common room chatting for just a little longer.
It had seemed that Belphie had fallen asleep in your lap, but you had no intention of sleeping out on the leather sofa, so you gently slid out from under him, hoping he wouldn’t grab you around your waist before you made your escape. The last thing you’d expected was that he’d wake up.
“Hey…” he mumbled.
“Hey. I need to get to bed, Belphie, sorry.”
He sat up faster than you’d thought possible. “I want to come, too.”
You sighed and didn’t answer, because you didn’t want to sound snippy. All you did was shake your head and stand up to leave.
The next thing you knew, his arms were wrapped around you from behind, clasped just under your breasts, and his chin was planted hooked over your shoulder. You tried just walking, but he spread his feet and awkwardly matched your stride, all the while begging to sleep with you until you finally gave in. He still kept up with his silly walk all the way into your room, and you caught a glimpse of his ridiculously blissful expression in the mirror over your bureau as you entered.
You had to repress a sigh. Belphie was needy, often demanding, but he knew exactly how to be so cute that you had to give in. Despite your relationship’s rocky start, you genuinely liked his company, and he certainly helped when you needed a good night’s sleep, which you had hoped for tonight.
In the bathroom, you changed into shorts and an oversized tee, because you did not want him getting ideas from you stripping in front of him. You brushed your teeth and came out to see he was already under the covers. Judging from the pile of clothes on the floor, he probably had nothing on, but that, you decided, was his problem.
After you were in bed, he scooched down so that he was below your line of sight. He yawned, and his eyes got a little watery. This was exactly how he’d described his customer service tactics, so you were just waiting for the question he didn’t want you to be able to say no to.
Locking your eyes with his in the dim light, you wondered when it would come. Instead, he reached up and ran a feather-light touch along your cheek and lips and jawline, then smoothed your hair and made a contented noise.
“I was sure you were going to ask for something, Belphie.”
He chuckled. “I wanted to be less predictable.” There was definitely enough light that he could see you roll your eyes. “But I’d love it if you rubbed my scalp. Those bunny ears were uncomfortable. Will you make a lap for me to lie on?”
“Didn’t you have enough laps to lie on at The Fall, Bunny Boy?”
“Oh, are you jealous?” It sounded like he might be happy about that.
“Of course not,” you harrumphed, and crossed your arms over your chest.
He snuggled up closer, not taking the hint, and draped one arm across your waist.
“None of those laps mean anything the way yours does. When I’m looking up at you, it’s like I’m looking up at the stars. You’re beautiful and awe-inspiring, and I’m filled with happiness because I get to be part of your universe.”
Belphegor was such a sneaky bastard when he made your heart melt like that. He whispered, “I love you” in your ear, and you could do nothing but tell him you loved him, too.
“So how about that lap?”
“I am not getting out from under these covers now that they’re nice and warm.”
You could tell he was grinning again from the sound of his voice. “Wanna make out, then?”
It was impossible not to laugh at that. He would pester you until you gave in or he gave up, but if you gave in, you knew he’d make it worth your while. You were dead tired, but he was nibbling on your collarbone. His hand had wandered down along your side and was wending its way towards your ass. Your body had already decided to say yes before you could even say the word. It was pointless, because he’d already have noticed the scent of your arousal, and you never got aroused if you were reluctant.
“Fine, Belphie. I give.” You pulled his head towards you and kissed him first. He responded immediately and enthusiastically. When his previously delicate touch on your ass became a grip so he could grind against you, you pulled him even closer with an ass grab of your own. And yes, he’d taken all his clothes off before getting into your bed. As if he had some reason to believe that you’d be open to this.
Or at least as open to it as you had been, well, every single other time. He wasn’t the only one who was predictable.
You let him slide his hands under your t-shirt and softly caress the skin underneath. He waited until it had been discarded on the floor to touch your breasts, but then he made up for lost time. He took advantage of the direct connection between your nipples and your pussy and teased you until you begged him to get inside you already.
“Oh, you want to do more than just make out? Huh.”
You roughly grabbed his shoulders and turned him onto his back. You couldn’t have done this if he’d resisted, but he enjoyed teasing you. He loved that he could make you this desperate.
“If you don’t do this to me now, you will never do it to me again.”
It was an empty threat. You both knew it. But he obligingly worked your panties off.
You didn’t even give him a chance to play with you before you climbed onto him and slid his dick inside you. Normally, he would prolong things for ages, but you were calling the shots now. You talked dirty to him, teased his sensitive spots with tongue and teeth, and rode him until your orgasm exploded. He went along, and filled you with his own explosion shortly after.
“A quickie is OK, I suppose, but I wouldn’t have minded going a little longer,” he opined after you were lying together holding hands.
“We can do that after we’ve both gotten some sleep, my soft, fluffy Bunny Boy.”
He smiled and helped you to drift off, intending to give you plenty of reminders of your promise in your dreams before joining you in sleep.