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You were exhausted. Your bones felt like lead, your body weak and shaky as you wrenched open Cocytus Hall’s heavy front door and crossed the threshold, closing it gently behind you. For a moment, you simply leaned back against the cool wood, closing your eyes to allow your tired frame a brief respite. It had been an impossibly long day with the brothers. You felt like your soul had been split into several jagged pieces, tugged this way and that under the guise of various urgent requests. You loved them, you really did, but you were only human. They didn’t understand that you had limits. Thankfully, someone did.
‘Welcome home, Cutie,’ a comfortingly soft voice whispered in your ear, cool fingers brushing loose strands of hair away from your forehead.
You jumped a little, startled by the suddenness of his words entering your space, but the affection present in his actions made you smile, your heart beating a little faster. You lifted your lids as you leaned into his palm, smiling bashfully when his hand curved around your cheek. Shimmering pewter eyes, flecked with copper, smiled down at you kindly, crinkling with unabashed warmth, and you stood upright to place a gentle kiss on his alabaster cheek.
‘Hi, Solly,’ you smiled at him, delighted in the way his skin flushed pink underneath your lips, ‘did you eat yet?’
‘Not yet,’ Solomon couldn’t help but grin at the cute nickname you’d given him, ‘I was waiting for you. Want me to whip something up quickly? I don’t mind!’
‘Ah, no, that’s okay,’ you shook your head frantically, ‘I brought food from Hell’s Kitchen!’ You held up a large paper bag, the scent of takeout wafting through the stillness of the air.
‘Ooh, yummy! What a treat,’ he chuckled, taking your bags from you. ‘I’ll serve it up, you just take a seat and relax.’
You thanked him gratefully, dragging your heavy feet to the dining room. He joined you shortly after you’d collapsed in one of the chairs, a flick of his wrist materialising plates and cutlery on the table as he walked, and he plopped himself down in the seat next to you. You were slumped over the soft leather, too shattered to sit properly, watching wearily as Solomon pulled food from the bags and arranged the contents artfully on the plates. His face was screwed up in concentration at his task, the pointy tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he worked. The sight was so sweet and innocent that you struggled to stifle a giggle.
‘Ta-da!’ Solomon beamed at you when he’d finished, placing your dinner in front of you. ‘Bon appetit!’
‘Looks great, Solly,’ you grinned back, sitting up straight and grabbing your fork.
The food was warm, tasty and filling. It settled your empty stomach and energised your weak body enough for you to engage in pleasant conversation with the sweet sorcerer sitting beside you, his presence providing some much-needed comfort after such a long day. Once your plate was empty, he flicked his wrist again, instantly clearing the table and banishing the rubbish and leftovers away to a place unknown. His supernatural ability never ceased to amaze you, no matter how many times you’d watched him perform the complex spells and silly little magic tricks that he was so well-known for. You leaned your elbow on the table in front of you, resting your chin in your hand as you watched him brush a few stray crumbs from his black shirt and pants. He mirrored your pose when he’d finished, gazing into your eyes briefly before he spoke.
‘So, would you like to tell me what happened?’
You were silent for a few seconds while his words sank into your frazzled brain, until the lag subsided and you managed to process the subtle notes of concern in his soothing voice. Solomon had excellent manners, despite the constant suspicion and criticism thrown his way by the other residents of the Devildom. He was also achingly perceptive, and you rolled your eyes at yourself for thinking that you could ever seek to hide anything from his observant mind. You knew he’d been able to sense from the second you’d walked inside the house that evening that there was something off, but he’d just been too polite to probe you with invasive questions until he’d at least put some food inside you. You could never be annoyed at such a considerate man, no matter how mysteriously he acted half the time.
‘It’s nothing big, really,’ you sighed, staring down at the table miserably. ‘They just asked me to do a lot today, and I’m tired.’
‘I see,’ Solomon nodded sympathetically. ‘I am relieved that you’re unharmed, but…’ he paused for a second, his thin eyebrows knitting together under his fringe of spiky, snowy hair. ‘Are you sure there’s nothing else?’
‘Well…’ you hesitated, unsure how to vocalise your thoughts. ‘It's kind of stupid, really.’
‘Nonsense,’ he smiled softly at you, straightening his back and reaching out towards you to run his long fingers lovingly through your hair. ‘Nothing you could ever tell me would be stupid.’
‘I just miss them, Solly,’ your voice was quiet as it cracked, and your free hand fidgeted in your lap, clenching and unclenching repeatedly. ‘They… They don’t even know me anymore.’
Solomon’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of you looking so despondent. He was annoyed at the brothers for their mistreatment of you, to be sure, but he was also annoyed at himself for being so powerless. Here in the past, all he could do was stay with and protect you from harm when the situation allowed. He was unable to step in and reforge your bonds with your family for you, but he’d have done it in the blink of an eye if he could have. All he wanted was to see you happy, to see your radiant smile light up the room like it always had. The hand that was petting your hair slowed, a thumb brushing over the little trickle of salty tears that had begun to form in and spill from your eyes.
‘Look at me, Lovely,’ Solomon murmured as he tilted your head up gently, a kind, reassuring smile stretching across his lips when you met his gaze. ‘There now, that’s better. I can see your pretty face now.’
‘Yeah,’ you chuckled weakly, sniffling.
‘You know, it seems to me,’ he leaned backwards leisurely, withdrawing his hand from your face and holding it out in front of you, palm towards the ceiling, ‘that you need to be reminded of how incredibly precious you are.’
You tilted your head quizzically. The smile on his face was confident, his long fingers wiggling as if to draw attention to themselves. You glanced down at his hand just as a beautiful little sunflower appeared in front of your eyes, its shape stringing itself together out of strands of sparkling light. It glowed with residual magic for a couple of seconds, bright yellow petals reflecting the warmth of the room as Solomon tucked it behind your ear. His fingertips lingered on your soft skin before he moved back, his cheeks dusted a light pink at the sight of you.
‘Beautiful,’ he breathed, almost inaudibly.
The weight of his gaze had your own cheeks heating up, your pulse increasing by the second at the adoration in the way he was watching you. Solomon rubbed his palms together, sparks of electricity forming at the friction from his movements. They danced in the air around his hands, crackling like a freshly-lit bonfire, glowing like embers, and he braced himself subtly as he prepared himself for his next trick.
‘I know you feel terribly lonely right now, knowing your family doesn’t recognise you yet, but please don’t forget that I’m here with you,’ he held the sparks in his hands, a small ball of pure light forming as he spoke. ‘I am hopelessly, utterly in love with you, and living here with you has been the happiest time of my incredibly long life.’
You gaped at him speechlessly as the ball of light in his hands floated into the air, entranced by the beauty of it. It shone so brightly as it drifted upwards, it was almost blinding. Once it had reached just above your head, it fractured, splintering as somehow an even brighter light shone through the cracks. A second or so later, it exploded into hundreds of tiny pieces, like shards of glass, reflecting the light of the moon shining in through the window. The pieces hung there in the air, dangling in strategically placed spots to collect as much moonlight as possible, and a flick of Solomon’s wrist brought forth more tiny dancing sparkles. They surrounded you, raining down onto your skin and sliding through your hair, drawn to you like you had your own magnetic field.
‘You are truly resplendent, even without my magic,’ Solomon whispered as you sat there, too stunned to form a response. ‘This is how my heart feels whenever you’re near me.’
Several bursts of light abruptly shot upwards from his upturned palm, fulminating into the air in a mini fireworks display. All the colours of the rainbow were represented, cycling through them at random as the fireworks continued to explode in front of your face; long lines of light forming a tiny, perfect sphere, surrounded by golden sparkles and shards of moonlight. It was enchanting, ethereal, awe-inspiring.
‘I’ve seen more of the world’s colour in the short time I’ve known you than I have in the thousands of years of my existence,’ Solomon reached out to cup your cheek again, his voice dripping with conviction. ‘You are the brightest star in my entire sky. I adore you.’
‘Solly…’ You whispered tearfully, your hands clasped together in front of your chest.
He sighed, his cheeks a deep red as he stroked your cheekbone with his thumb. Your heart was in your throat, blinking up at him with wide eyes full of emotion.
‘I can’t believe how lucky I am to be living here with you,’ he whispered, leaning in towards you. ‘I get so jealous of the brothers when they monopolise your time the way they do. I just wish I could have you…’ his face was so close, his nose rubbing against yours as his eyes fluttered closed, ‘...all to myself.’
He closed the tiny gap with his final few words, brushing your lips with the lightest of touches, the saltiness of your tears flavouring the kiss you shared. It was incredible that he somehow knew just what you needed to hear to make it all better, to realise that you mattered to someone. Truthfully, it was sometimes lonely, spending so much time with people who had no recollection of who you were, even though they meant absolutely everything to you. Having Solomon there at the end of a miserable day to cheer you up with his cute tricks and pretty illusions, to touch you and hold your fragile body with the care you needed; it was like morphine for your aching bones. It wouldn’t fix the problem completely; only time does that, but it hurts a hell of a lot less while it heals.
Solomon’s lips were soft and warm. Ever the genius, he seemed to have mastered foreplay, especially when it came to kissing. He applied exactly the right amount of pressure as he sandwiched your top lip between his, holding and stroking your face, wiping away your tears that now dribbled freely down your cheeks. He was gentle and patient, allowing you to set the pace and reciprocating with as much enthusiasm as your body language was asking for. He smelled like woodsmoke, a delicious, irresistible aroma, and you found yourself instinctively leaning towards him more to indulge in it. Your trembling fingers reached out gingerly, curling around the delicate skin of his neck, warmed by his body heat. One of his hands ventured lower, sliding down your back, the other tangling in your hair at the base of your skull, and there was a pleasant tingling sensation where his skin came into contact with yours. The delicious feeling had you unable to prevent the small moan from slipping past your lips.
Solomon frowned, squeezing you a little tighter as his pants strained at the sound. He pulled your bottom lip with his teeth, nibbling lightly when he felt your gasp of surprise reverberate through your chest. Without warning, the hands that were holding you moved, sliding under your thighs and lifting you effortlessly off your chair, depositing you right onto the sorcerer’s lap. He wrapped your legs around him, his thighs parted to give you enough room to sit comfortably on top of him. You broke the kiss, leaning backwards, and glared at him, your heart pounding away in your chest. He gazed back at you innocently, a content little smile on his lips, before he leaned his head down to kiss your neck. His tongue caressed the papery skin beneath him, his eyes closed contentedly at the feeling of your body in his arms.
‘Solomon…’ you moaned his name breathlessly, running your fingers through his fluffy hair and worrying your swollen bottom lip between your teeth.
‘Mmm?’ Solomon didn’t pause his gentle, sensual attack on your neck, didn’t even open his eyes.
‘I love you too.’
‘Hehe,’ he chuckled into the spot just below your earlobe, ‘is that so?’
‘I want you,’ you sighed, the dampness that had been collecting in your underwear at his magical touch beginning to feel a little uncomfortable.
‘Far be it from me to deny you your wants, my love.’
Solomon lifted his head, studying your body, as the hands that were holding your hips squeezed your soft flesh before they trailed upwards. They slipped underneath your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake, until they reached your heated chest. Sliding around to your back, the sorcerer leaned in towards you, his lips meeting yours again as his fingers unhooked your bra with effortless dexterity. You moved away momentarily, only to lift your shirt over your head with your bra, and dump them in a pile on the floor. Solomon’s large palms explored your now revealed skin, stroking around your ribs before he cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your stiffening nipples.
You couldn’t help yourself. His hands were so warm, so gentle. Your back arched of its own volition, thrusting your chest further into his grip, and your fingers swept through your hair as you whimpered. You felt his hardness below you. It was long and firm, resting underneath your crotch at the perfect angle required to provide some relief from the painful way your sex throbbed with need. You felt everything so sensitively through your thin leggings, and that combined with his cool fingers playing with your breasts, pinching your nipples, it was enough for your arousal to crescendo. You rocked your hips in his lap, your swollen clit sliding over his stiff cock with every shift of your body. Slamming your fist into your mouth, your other one tightly gripping the fabric of the cape hanging off his shoulder, you bit down hard as you came, slurring his name through sensual moans.
‘...Did you just cum?’ Solomon paused his fondling of your breasts, genuine surprise on his face as he watched you writhing in his lap, panting, a blissed-out expression painting your cheeks.
You nodded as you began to climb down from the summit, embarrassment clearing your foggy mind more with each passing second.
‘Yeah…’ you looked away, too self conscious to meet his eyes. ‘I’m sorry, it just felt so nice, and…’ you bit your lip. ‘And the way you were touching me was just…’ you trailed off.
‘...Christ,’ Solomon’s breath was shaky, his cheeks a deep red. ‘I haven’t even touched you yet.’
‘That’s never happened before,’ you placed a hand on his chest for support while you spoke, your body still trembling.
‘Never?’ he cocked an eyebrow, unable to fight the smirk of pride that slowly spread across his face. ‘Not even with the brothers?’
‘No, never,’ you repeated, rolling your eyes a little at his competitiveness.
‘Well then,’ Solomon stood suddenly, holding you to his body by the backs of your thighs, ‘I’ll have to make sure I make lots of things happen that nobody else can.’
He dropped you down onto the dining table, a flick of his wrist creating a cushion out of thin air, which he placed beneath your head as he pushed you backwards. He had a look in his eyes that was almost feral, egged on by the desire he felt for you and from the sight of you making yourself cum so prettily in his lap. He made quick work of the rest of your clothes, snapping his fingers to remove your shoes and socks, pulling your leggings down and tossing them aside, your underwear with them. You lay completely naked on the table in front of him, your body flushed as you watched him strip his own clothes off. He was as callous with them as he was with yours, dumping his long jacket-cape and his black shirt and pants into a pile on the floor. His pale skin glowed in the light of the moon shining through his shards of magic, illuminated by the golden sparkles that still bobbed in the air. He was covered, head to toe, in dark pact marks that looked like tattoos; evidence of the immense amount of power he controlled. His cock stood proud against his stomach, the tip bright red and weeping clear, sticky fluid. He grasped it in his fist as soon as he’d rid himself of the fabric covering his body, as if not touching it was actually painful for him.
‘Wait, Solomon, don’t you think Barbatos would be pissed off if he knew you’d fucked me on the nice table Diavolo gave us?’
‘Don’t care,’ Solomon grunted as he pulled you towards him by the hips, his muscles tensing when his cock made contact with your tumescent cunt.
You had no more words of complaint for the sorcerer, simply closing your eyes and sighing at the feeling of him rubbing his cock against your wetness, collecting the evidence of your arousal and your earlier release. He circled your clit over and over as you whined, building up your desire with each stroke of his hand, before plunging himself deep inside of you, groaning with relief as he sheathed himself to the hilt. The intrusion was a little uncomfortable at first due to the sheer size of him, but he graciously gave you a few moments to adjust. He stroked your thighs from your knees to your hips, repeating the same soothing motions of his hands on your skin while your body sought to relax around him. He did feel a little guilty for not preparing you first with his fingers, but the way you’d been gasping and moaning beneath him as a result of his teasing left him with precious little self control.
Solomon began to move once he felt your feet on his back, pressing into him hard as you tried to pull him deeper. His witty quip died on his lips at the first drag of his cock through your walls, and the only sound that managed to escape his throat was a hissed expletive through clenched teeth.
‘Fuck,’ he bit the inside of his cheeks in a fleeting attempt to hold himself back, ‘you’re so t-tight.’
‘P-Please, Solomon, I-I need…’
‘I know, I know,’ he shushed you, ‘I’ve got you, Angel.’
Your whole body shuddered when you felt his thumb brush against your clit, rubbing it so slowly as he sank his hips forwards. He repeated the strokes, a torturously, agonisingly easy pace that had you whimpering in frustration in no time at all. It was as if he was getting off to the sight of you coming apart beneath him more than the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock. Your legs tensed and flexed in his grasp, opening up to him more in an effort to get him to increase his speed, but he did not grant your wish. He continued his leisurely fucking, the gentle circles of his thumb on your clit, until you you were so pent-up that you actually felt like you could cum from the small crumbs of stimulation he was throwing you.
‘Solomon, ple-’
‘Call me Solly again.’
‘Huh?’
‘Call me Solly, and I’ll let you cum.’
‘Okay,’ you breathed, flexing your walls around his cock, too desperate for release to feel self conscious, ‘Solly…’ you moaned in the sexiest voice you could possibly come up with, accompanying it with a tight clench and a tilt of your hips.
The small shift in position had Solomon hitting your most sensitive spot inside you, and your eyes were momentarily blinded by sharp spikes of pleasure when he snapped his hips into yours, increasing his pace. He pounded into you relentlessly, his thumb rubbing your clit with increased pressure as he timed it perfectly with his thrusts. Your cries bounced around the room, echoing off the walls, harmonising with the grunts and groans from the sorcerer as he fucked you mercilessly. Your second orgasm also came embarrassingly quickly, drowning you in it, so strong that it felt like you couldn’t breathe. For a moment, the world disappeared, blocked out by the lavender haze clouding your vision, leaving you with nothing but the incredibly comforting warmth shooting through your veins. Your pussy squeezed Solomon’s cock relentlessly, sweat dripping down his neck as he planted his hands on either side of your head, slamming into you with all his strength, chasing his own climax.
It didn’t take him long to get there. He slapped his hand on the table as he came, his other hand grabbing at your waist and pulling you to him, his fingernails digging into your skin, his cum spilling into you and painting your insides a milky white. He rocked his hips slowly, filling your sex with shallow thrusts as he rode out his high, gasping for the air that he was desperately craving after so much exertion. Your fists, that had been clenched the whole time, relaxed, your fingers stiff and aching from holding onto yourself so tightly. You panted along with him, struggling to catch your breath.
After a minute or two, adequate enough time to come down, Solomon opened his eyes and gazed down at you, a loving smile and a deep red blush commanding his features. He leaned forward, locking his lips with yours in a gentle kiss, tasting the sweat that had dripped down your forehead and settled on your mouth. When he pulled away, his cock slipped out of you and he flicked his wrist once more, instantly removing the mess of your combined fluids from both of your bodies. You sat up as he hunted for your clothes, your muscles sore and weak, and you raked a trembling hand through your sweat-dampened hair.
‘Solly, that was…’ you trailed off, still panting a little. ‘That was mind-blowing.’
‘I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I can’t say I didn’t have a similar experience,’ he grinned at you as he straightened up, tossing you your underwear.
‘I don’t know how to ask this, but,’ you hesitated as you slipped your bra back over your shoulders, ‘did you… Did you… Use magic?’
‘I’m offended!’ Solomon mock-gasped, placing a hand on the top of his chest as if clutching imaginary pearls. ‘You don’t think I can make you cum that hard unaided?’
‘Well, it’s not that,’ you mumbled, ‘it’s just that I’ve never cum like that before.’
‘Heh,’ Solomon’s responding smirk was infuriatingly cocky as he slipped his shirt over his head and bent down to help you with yours. ‘I didn’t need to use my magic.’
You weren’t sure if that made it better or worse, but you knew one thing for sure:
You were so damn glad he’d come to the past with you.