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It was warm and sunny outside. For once, there wasn’t a war to be fought, people to run from, or even the sound of TNT going off—stillness. It has become a sort of luxury being able to enjoy the rare, peaceful moments, but it was definitely something he would not take for granted. Eggchan sat at the dock collecting as many materials as he could, considering how low they were. Some mending books, enchantments, old armor, and even a new bow, although he quite liked the one he had as of this moment.
Eggchan sat up. He figured he might as well get started on dinner. One of the benefits of being an angel was not having to eat as much. He didn’t have a real need to eat, and cravings were practically nonexistent.
Still, Wemmbu had to eat, and from how often he spent training, fighting, and training some more, he usually didn't have the energy to cook or patch himself up. Hence, Egg, who is currently boiling potatoes and chopping vegetables, is searing the steak in hopes of making a hearty meal.
The kitchen smelled divine; it was part of the reason why Egg enjoyed cooking, for the smell, the fun, but most of all, for him. Wemmbu always thanked Egg for the meal and praised his craft. He wasn’t a skilled fighter, but he could cook to his heart's content, along with being the support of the team.
Just as Eggchan had finished mashing the potatoes and drizzling the sauce on the vegetables, the door had opened and closed with a soft click. Metal boots made their way from the door to the kitchen, taking in the scene. An angel playing chef in his base
“Thought you would’ve been here later,” Egg said, placing the plate on the marble top in front of the demon. “Yeah, well, I figured you were getting lonely without me, so I’m here now.” There was a playful tone in his voice, along with a smirk as he sat down, which had the other rolling their eyes. “I was wondering why it was so peaceful this whole day,” he watched as Wemmbu glared before replying, “shut up, bro,” in which he promptly stuffed his face with mashed potatoes. The angel let out a giggle at that.
Wemmbu…
Egg’s best friend, someone he trusted the most with anything, even his own life! The number of times he has almost died just for standing by Wemmbu’s side. But if you asked him, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Did you find anything from fishing?” Egg looked up, “dude, I found like a crap ton of mending books, uhh I think a map, and a pearl or two.” It wasn’t much, but anything was better than nothing when you’re broke.
The demon nodded and went back to eating. For a few days now, Wemmbu has been…off. The man would be clingy one second, holding Egg, hugging him, giving quick kisses on the cheek or to his temple, but then the next, he’s distant and upset by slamming doors or straight up ignoring him.
Eggchan wasn’t sure what to make of it. Should he just ask?? But what if Wemmbu gets mad and gives him the silent treatment? This on-and-off behavior has been going on for several weeks now. Eggchan just hasn’t had the time to dwell on it, considering how long they’ve been on the run, and with the law needing to be taken down, there was hardly any downtime.
Wemmbu stood up, placed his dishes in the sink, and said something along the lines of ‘mending his armor’ before he left. There it was again, the switch in attitude that always made Egg nervous. Truth be told, he was quite insecure. With all his scholarly knowledge, he was still considered nothing in the eyes of the Unstable Universe server, where true strength comes from fighting.
He couldn’t fight, so he had to find other ways to make up for it: cooking, cleaning, keeping track of coordinates, providing resources in battle, and being the emotional support system that Wemmbu needed. But there was still this gnawing feeling that someday his best friend would get tired of him and would ultimately find someone else.
He tried not to let that feeling fester, but it was really difficult when, quite literally, 30 seconds ago, they were eating dinner in peace, and 10 seconds later, the demon walked out in a bad mood and won’t be back until midnight.
Eggchan sighed as he stood up, beginning to wash the dishes while putting the rest of the food away. His hands trembled as he stopped cleaning midway through, ‘This is ridiculous, just talk to him.’ A determined look plastered over Egg’s face as he turned toward the direction Wemmbu had just left.
As quickly as that determination came, it was depleted as Egg whipped back around, ‘What an idiot! What would you even say?!’ He took a deep breath in and out to steel himself before heading to their shared room.
One bed, several chests, two armor stands, and a study area with 3 separate bookshelves full to the brim with books.
Just how Egg liked it.
They have shared a bed since they were kids, and it stuck with them ever since. He quietly scanned the room before opening a book on the shelf, ᓭᒷ∷ᔑ!¡⍑╎ᒲ ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒲ⚍リ╎ᓵᔑℸ ̣𝙹∷ (Seraphim communicator).
Eggchan was a seraphim, one of the highest-ranking angels, and while he got to play human in the overworld, he still had work to do. The book was directly connected to one in heaven, allowing quick communication between him and the other angels.
They kept him updated on the latest drama, new additions, and most importantly, his job. There were tons of paperwork that Eggchan both loved and hated. He opened a folder from a messenger angel that contained documents he had to sign to decide whether to approve or reject the request. He let out a huff when sitting down. This was going to be a while.
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10:37 pm
Eggchan blinked once, then twice to test how awake he was. His hands were cramping, and his eyes were burning. He’ll finish the rest tomorrow morning and send it back.
…Wemmbu still wasn’t back yet…
The angel calmed himself before picking up everything and setting it down on the desk. He took a quick shower before heading to bed to sleep. Wemmbu wasn't here to help dry off the wings on his head, so he had to settle for semi-dry feathers tonight.
Right as the strings of sleep pulled at his mind, he heard the door open and shut quietly, then the feeling of the bed dipping as the warmth of another body lay next to him. Quiet, stillness, Eggchan wanted nothing more than to ask what was going on. But before he could, strong arms wrapped over his middle, pulling him into the other's chest.
Cuddling was nothing new between them, but then the grinding came, Wemmbu was squeezing Egg, pulling him down into his crotch as he thrusted upward into him.
“Mmm..,” Eggchan could feel Wemmbu’s dick hardening in his pajama pants as his tail moved across his legs. Kisses and hickeys were planted on pale skin, causing Eggchan to tilt his head further, allowing the demon more room. Wemmbu wasted no time biting into his neck and shoulders while his hands wandered over his stomach and thighs.
He was pretty skinny compared to other members in this server, who have gained muscle mass from all the fighting and battles. Since Egg strayed from fights, he wasn’t as lean or muscular as the others, but that never mattered to Wemmbu as he grunted and huffed like it wasn’t enough because, in truth, it wasn’t.
“Please, Egg, can I please fuck you. I’ll be gentle with you if you want, I promise.” Wemmbu whimpered out.
..Begging..
One thing about Wemmbu was that he never begged; he would bite the bullet and talk to people just to ally with them, but he never begged anyone to do anything for him.
But, Egg….oh, Egg was a different story; he would honestly get on his knees for him if need be, they both knew that. The heat pooling in Eggchan’s guts only doubled as he could feel himself getting wet from his voice alone.
This was going to be a long night.
Eggchan turned around, facing Wemmbu, “Go ahead,” he whispered, like this little ritual they do was the same as stealing candy from a candy store, and now they’re trying not to get caught. The purple demon smiled as he pulled down Egg’s pajamas along with his boxers and pulled out lube from his inventory.
“Wha-? You just had that on you!?” Egg, flustered, watched Wemmbu coat two fingers, then reach down between his legs. “I had this planned since this morning. I was just waiting for the right time.” Wemmbu gently pressed his middle finger between Egg’s folds and watched as the angel's brows furrowed and his mouth slightly opened, letting out small gasps.
“I was gonna do this right when I got back. When I saw you standing there in the kitchen cooking, I wanted nothing more than to push you over the counter and fuck you till you couldn’t think anymore, but I knew you would’ve been upset about the food getting cold.” Egg could feel his face turn strikingly red at the vivid visual. He couldn’t respond properly, the only sound being a moan as Wemmbu slipped another finger and curled.
Eggchan placed his hands on his friend's shoulders, trying to steady himself, rolling his hips down onto the fingers still plunged inside of him. It’s been a minute since they’ve done this, so pardon Egg for feeling like he was going to cum from the man's fingers alone.
This pace continued for a little longer until Wemmbu’s lack of patience finally broke through. He sat up on the bed, leaning back into the headboard as he picked Egg up with little to no effort at all and placed him down onto his lap. Eggchan’s cunt was wet and directly on Wemmbu’s dick.
He was probably a solid six and a half inches with a girth that just barely his hand could wrap around. “Ready?” Eggchan couldn’t help but nod in excitement and nervousness, but the warmth radiating from the man’s palms, transferring to his sides, grounded him.
Slowly, Wemmbu lifted him, holding his dick steady as he allowed Eggchan to make his descent downward. White lashes squeezed shut as a breathy gasp escaped from his lips, tears beginning to form. “You’re so beautiful. Have I told you that enough? Just how much you mean to me?”
Wemmbu thrusted upward, fully sheathing Egg before he had the chance to accommodate the size, “Ngh! Wemmbu—!” The demon began kissing away tears and rubbing his chest with his hands, “god I can’t get enough of you” he inhaled the smell of Eggchan’s shampoo, holding him close, “I want you by my side every second, I want you here in the bed where you’re safe, I want you to be mine and only mine.”
Eggchan probably should’ve been more concerned with the possessiveness his friend was currently expressing, but the pleasure from Wemmbu thrusting upward as he slammed his hips down completely clouded his mind.
Eggchan was getting sloppy as he rode the demon’s lap. As if he wasn’t already in bliss, Wemmbu had swiftly grabbed him by his waist, lifted him, and slammed him down onto his dick, spearing him. The pace was faster than before and harder as the demon was using sheer strength to get them there. Egg would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on.
Wemmbu’s strength had always been attractive to him. The way the man easily wielded not just one but two maces! The sight of him soaring into the air and plunging towards players. How toned his body was, or how protective he has always been over him. Eggchan choked on his spit as a high-pitched moan escaped him.
His orgasm was approaching quickly if it wasn’t obvious by the way he grinded downward every thrust, trying to get some type of friction on his clit.
Wemmbu noticed, because of course he did, when did he ever not notice. One arm was used to lift Egg while the other reached down to his clit, pinching and rubbing quickly in circular motions.
“Oh! Wemm..mm–ngh, hah…ughh,” Egg wrapped his arms around Wemmbu’s neck tightly, humping the demon's hands, desperate to get off. “That’s it, just relax, Egg, I'll take care of you,” Wemmbu said softly, kissing the angel's head, not stopping for a second.
Eggchan whimpered, just a little longer, and he was for sure about to squirt. He didn’t intend to moan in Wemmbu’s ear, but the man's shoulder was the most comfortable spot to rest his head.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Wem—!” Before Egg knew it, he let out a silent scream, squirting all over his best friend's lap.
“There we go. You’re so beautiful.” Egg hardly heard what Wemmbu was saying to him over the sounds of his own greedy gulps of air. His back bowed; the only thing preventing him from falling backwards into the mattress was the steady press of the demon's palm into his back.
He was gently placed down into the mattress with Wemmbu still inside. Eggchan panted, trying to steady his heart, and once the fog slightly lifted, he just noticed something.
Wemmbu was still hard…
The demon had quite the libido, so it was no real surprise. When Eggchan’s heartbeat began to calm, he felt strong hands grab at both of his thighs, bringing them upward to his own chest.
He gripped the sheets beneath him in hopes of grounding himself before it began. Wemmbu was admiring him, the pearlescent color on his wings, the bright blue of his eyes, the flush that had crept down to his chest.
“Egg bro, you drive me crazy. Thought you could moan in my ear and not get dicked down for it.” Egg felt a little nervous at the tone Wemmbu used, calm and methodical.
“Wemmbu-” he thrusted harshly, fucking into Egg like they were the last two people on earth. Eggchan threw his head back into the pillow, immediately hit with the tug between pleasure and pain.
“God I—fuck! I can’t get enough of you..you’re..hah..you mean the world to me, Egg, huh ngh!” Wemmbu was losing himself to the pleasure, but honestly, so was Eggchan.
Wemmbu pressed Eggchan’s legs towards his chest, slightly over his shoulders, and wrapped his forearm around them to keep him in place. His other hand lowered towards Egg’s neck and squeezed.
“Nuh ah!” The pressure on his neck threw him right over the edge into a new orgasm, but this time Wemmbu didn’t slow down; if anything, he sped up.
Chasing his own pleasure, Wemmbu panted and groaned, trying to reach his peak. “Uh uh mm..Wem slow..down.” Tears stained his cheeks as he was pushed into overstimulation.
“Sorry, Egg, but you know I can’t do that.” The overstimulation started bordering on pain as he began to squirm from under the demon, but Wemmbu only pressed him further into the mattress.
Eggchan could only take it, and before he knew it, the pleasure was building up again, sending sparks up his spine and into his brain. He squeezed his walls in hopes of getting Wemmbu there faster.
It seemed to have worked as the man above him spurted and laughed, “You always know how to make me feel good.” His tail wagged at the thought of Egg alone.
He leaned down, taking Egg’s lips into his own, tasting the others' spit and toothpaste. Eggchan moaned into the kiss, so far gone he couldn’t properly reciprocate the kiss, but nonetheless tried.
The sound of skin on skin was erotic and only got louder as Wemmbu finally reached his peak, spilling inside the angel's cunt. Eggchan let out a shriek, his wings twitching and ruffling as he squirted over their abdomens.
Wemmbu stayed inside, panting as he lay over Egg, who was breathing as hard as he was.
They stayed there for a while, coming back from cloud 9 and enjoying each other's warmth. Eventually, Wemmbu pulled out, and they both groaned.
“I’ll carry you to the bathroom, alright?” Eggchan gave a nod, already falling asleep as Wemmbu gathered clothes for them before coming back for him. He picked him up easily and carried him over to the tub, which was already full of warm water.
They bathed peacefully, Wemmbu taking great care to clean him out thoughtfully and rinse his hair. When they were done, he took his time drying Eggchan’s feathers, making sure to be delicate with the direction they went so as not to make his angel uncomfortable.
He quickly dressed them and headed back to the bed, covering them both with the blanket. Wemmbu thought Egg had already fallen asleep, but he was proven wrong when he felt his hands combing through his already brushed out hair—a sign that Egg was nervous about something.
“Can I ask something, or is it a bad time?” Eggchan’s gaze was away from Wemmbu, avoiding him, and it was clear that this behavior did not go unnoticed. “Yeah, bro, what’s up?” he pulled Egg closer and kneaded his sides with the thumb of his hands giving the other his full attention.
“Umm…this uh—this might be dumb but…are you..upset..with me..?” At this, Wemmbu sat up a bit further on the bed, his brows furrowed in confusion, “No, what? Egg, why would I be upset with you, bro? What made you think that?”
Embarrassment at misinterpreting the situation was evident on Egg as he felt his face get hot, “it’s just that—! You’ve been really weird lately, and it confused me, dude.”
Wemmbu raised an eyebrow at him, prompting him to continue, “like—one second you’re lovey dovey and the next you’re all upset and acting like a chungie, and it’s been like that for a few weeks now, bro I don’t understand what’s going on!”
Now it was Wemmbu’s turn to be embarrassed as his cheeks were a slightly darker shade than purple, “no- Egg, dude that wasn’t—” he let out a sigh, taking a second to recollect his thoughts, “I was…sexually frustrated. I was trying to be subtle about wanting to have sex, but you never caught on, and it’s been weeks since we last slept together, and the stress of the law and with everything going on, it’s just…Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.”
It had been a while since their last actual sexual encounter, with all the chaos. That’s what was bothering you? There was what sounded like relief in Egg’s giggle as he couldn’t help but laugh at Wemmbu’s honesty.
Before Wemmbu could yell at him for laughing, he was shut up with a kiss, not a passionate, heated one they had 5 seconds ago, but a sweet and gentle one that you would still feel in the next few hours. The demon melted at the feeling of soft lips and adorable laughter, his tail wagging as a sign of contentment. “Let’s go to bed,” Egg yawned, “I’m tired.” Wemmbu was more than happy to oblige.
They both pressed a soft kiss to each other's cheeks and drifted off to sleep.