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Antonio chews his lip, staring at himself in the mirror nervously. It's a good look, and he really can't wait to show Luchino, but doubt lingers at the back of his mind. Is he going to be weirded out? Is he going to leave him? Perhaps that's a little extreme, but the thought is there regardless.
It takes him several minutes to work up the courage to open the door to their bathroom and peer out. "Darling? I have a surprise for you."
Luchino glances up from his spot in bed, shirtless and leaned up on one elbow. "Hmm, that's why you took so long. What is it?"
Now comes the hard part. Antonio looks away, unusually shy, which catches his husband's attention. Slowly, he pushes the door open, revealing his naked body and with it his surprise: a fully-functional pussy weaved with his own magic. It's actually quite easy to do, something he discovered fairly early on in demonhood while trying to figure out what he was capable of. Every once in awhile he switches just for the fun of it, but he's never shown Luchino, and the first time for anything always scares him.
Luchino's eyes widen. He sighs, shakes his head, and lays down without saying a word. Antonio's anxiety peaks and he shuts his eyes— oh god, he hates it, he hates me— and then Luchino snaps his fingers.
Antonio gathers up the strength to look at him again, and he's pointing to his face. When their eyes meet, Luchino just raises an eyebrow as if to say, what are you waiting for?
Christ, this man. He's not sure why he expected anything different.
His nervousness starts to melt away as he climbs onto the bed, and Luchino's hands are already on his thighs, claws pressing into soft skin. The shiver that runs down his spine is delightful.
"How am I supposed to properly do this if you won't let me move?" he says, playfully glaring at his lover between his legs. One knee rests on Luchino's shoulder, and though it's cute for the sake of holding him down, it won't work for riding him.
Luchino doesn't seem to care. He readjusts his grip so his claws don't tear skin and tugs Antonio into position, flicking his tongue up and drawing a gasp from his husband's lips. "I'm not stopping you, I'm hurrying you up. Ready?"
Heat pools in Antonio's stomach and he nods wordlessly, reaching for the headboard to hold onto. Not for the first time, he finds himself immensely grateful that they switched it to metal instead of wood. There's plenty of scratch marks on it, but no real damage.
The moment his hands are gripped onto the headboard, Luchino is on him, tasting him like a fine wine. His head drops against his arms and he moans, long and sweet the way he knows Luchino likes it. He hasn't even felt his tongue inside him yet, and already his thighs are quivering. Why didn't he do this sooner?
Luchino hums and shifts his hands up to Antonio's hips, holding him in place just as he tries to grind his hips against him. He needs more, wants to know what it feels like to have Luchino inside him like this, and as always, his husband knows exactly what he needs. Luchino's tongue slips inside him and he feels every part the devil he is, warm and wanting. He's not sure his fingers will suffice for getting himself off after this.
His hand drops from the headboard to grasp onto Luchino's hair, more on instinct than anything else. Instantly, Luchino slips his tongue out of him, and Antonio whines, an obscene sound that echoes off their bedroom walls.
"You think you're in charge now?"
Antonio opens his eyes—when did he close them?—to give Luchino a pleading look. "No, please, love, I just need you—"
"If you need me so badly, you'll keep your hands up there and let me finish."
There's a growl to Luchino's voice, either from all the fluids going down his throat or from trying to get Antonio to obey him. It works like a charm regardless, his hands placed solidly back on the headboard with strands of hair wrapped around them to keep them in place. He loves to do as he's told, after all.
"Much better," Luchino murmurs. He bites into the soft skin of Antonio's inner thighs and keeps him from squirming with a steadfast grip. Antonio can barely think, mindlessly desperate for how much he wants to cum, but he knows those bruises will look beautiful in the mirror tomorrow.
Luchino's tongue enters him again, lapping up the slick like he was brought to Hell specifically for this, to bring his king to his knees. Antonio wails, tears in his eyes that threaten to fall with every shift of Luchino's tongue.
"I love you," he gasps out, and Luchino hums again, taking this as a cue to focus on his clit instead. The tears he's been holding back stream down his face, his head hanging between his arms as he loses the strength to hold it up anymore. Luchino's moving so fast it's almost overwhelming, so utterly devoted to his pleasure, and suddenly Antonio's vision whites out. His whole body shudders as he comes, Luchino's steady hands there to keep him upright, his tongue savoring him through it.
He lets Luchino toy with him for a little longer, until it's too much for him to bear anymore. A strand of hair slaps at one of Luchino's wrists and he relents, lifting Antonio up and shifting him onto his lap so he can sit up and hold him.
"How long've you been hiding that from me?" Luchino murmurs in between peppered kisses to Antonio's throat.
"I—I was afraid you wouldn't, ah…like it."
Luchino snorts. "I'll just have to spend the rest of the night proving you wrong, then." He pulls away just so he can kiss Antonio, the sweet taste of him all over his lips. Antonio can't help but slip his tongue into his mouth, already blissed out but still wanting more.
"Don't I get a water break at least, darling?"
"Nope. Bend over."