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"I will see you guys tomorrow then!"
Teetee turned back to wave goodbye at his friends after a long dinner, followed by karaoke right after his classes. His head was still clear, unlike some of his friends. Yim had leaned his entire weight on Tutor, who didn't seem to mind in the slightest, while Save was barely holding onto the grown ass man he called his boyfriend, Auau, with both arms wrapped around Auau's waist like a koala clinging to a tree.
Teetee quickly turned away, not wanting to get caught by any of them and be volunteered for the noble service of taking their drunk selves home. He reached for his phone in the back pocket of his jeans, checking for any messages he might have missed.
It was around 10 p.m. The night was dark, the only light illuminating the quiet street coming from the yellow-tinted glow of the old streetlamps above. A gentle breeze rustled through the empty road, carrying the distant sound of traffic and the faint echo of his friends' laughter fading into the distance.
Teetee hummed a soft melody to himself as he scrolled randomly through his phone, his footsteps echoing lightly against the pavement. The only sound filling the air was the gentle tune escaping his lips, a song named "shalala" he had heard on the radio earlier, until he reached the subway station.
He was still in time for the last train to his stop.
He stepped onto the platform, and the monotone, robotic voice of the female announcer rang through the mostly empty subway station. The space was nearly deserted, with only a handful of scattered passengers here and there, lost in their own hectic and busy lives.
"Please remain at a safe distance from the subway tracks. The train will arrive shortly."
The voice echoed off the tiled walls as Teetee's gaze remained fixed on his phone. He let out a few quiet laughs and soft smiles at a funny cat meme he came across while scrolling, a chubby orange cat falling off a couch in slow motion with silly audio in the background like a cartoon character from Tom and Jerry. It was stupid, so stupid yet so silly.
The train arrived with a rush of warm air and the screech of metal on metal. Unluckily for Teetee, the train wasn't entirely packed, but it was still crowded, most of the passengers being overworked corporate slaves who had finally earned the privilege of retiring to their modest apartments after another nine-to-five. They stared blankly ahead with hollow eyes, clutching their briefcases like lifelines.
Teetee squeezed his way inside, smiling politely at any stranger who seemed to give him an irritated look for daring to exist in their personal space. He gripped the overhead handle with one hand, his other hand still holding his phone, scrolling mindlessly as the train lurched into motion.
The rustling sound of someone moving nearby made him drift his gaze from the device in his hand.
He lifted his eyes and scanned his surroundings casually, and then his gaze fell upon a man, probably in his thirties or forties, judging by the unfortunate bald spot right in the middle of his head, who had his hand on a stranger's back. His fingers were trailing slowly, deliberately, along the curve of the stranger's spine before tracing down toward his bottom.
Teetee couldn't see the stranger's face, as his back was turned toward him. But he could see the way the stranger's shoulders tensed. The way his body squirmed slightly under the old man's touch. The way his hands gripped the overhead handle just a little tighter, knuckles turning white under the force.
It was clear. He was uncomfortable.
Really uncomfortable.
Teetee squinted his eyes at the sight.
Now, look. Teetee might not be the best example of a perfect, upstanding citizen. He talked back to his professors, he had definitely downloaded music illegally at least once, watched his favourite show on a sketchy website, and he may or may not have snuck into a rated-R movie when he was fifteen. But hey, he still prided himself on being a man of morals. A man of principles and a good citizen.
Maybe it was the alcohol Thomas had offered him still pumping through his veins. Maybe it was his principles acting up. Maybe it was just the fact that he couldn't tolerate the sight in front of him, regardless of any stranger or their gender.
Either way, he couldn't tolerate it any longer, especially as the old man's hand began inching toward the stranger's backside with a confidence that suggested this was far from his first time doing this.
Teetee tucked his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, took a deep breath, and reached out.
He grabbed the old man's arm, the one pressed against the poor stranger's back, and yanked it aside, tightening his grip on the wrinkled wrist with enough force to make the man wince.
"You know," Teetee said, his voice was low but steady, "it isn't very nice to grope people in cramped spaces."
The old man sputtered, his face turning an ugly shade of red. "I wasn't—how dare you—mind your own business, you brat!"
Teetee had to internally start sobbing, crying, and throwing up.
Because all those years of watching movies, reading manhwas, binging anime, all sorts of media where the hero delivered a perfectly timed, devastatingly cool one-liner, and that was the best he could come up with?
He sounded like a damn English teacher scolding her kindergarten students for not sharing their crayons.
"It isn't very nice to grope people in cramped spaces, children."
Teetee wanted to slam his head against the train door.
But he didn't let go of the old man's wrist. He held on, staring the man down with a look that he hoped was intimidating and not just his usual wide-eyed, boba-eyed stare.
And somehow, miraculously, that had seemed to work?
Yes, even he was shocked. The old man had turned and yanked his wrist back, his face turning red with a mix of embarrassment and anger as he dispersed somewhere else in the crowded train, disappearing into the sea of weary commuters without another word.
Was Teetee feeling like Superman at the current moment? It would be a big, fat lie if he said no.
He mentally slapped himself for acting so silly, scolding his own ego as he finally looked at the poor stranger who had been watching this entire scene unfold with wide, astonished eyes.
Teetee finally focused his gaze on the stranger. The man looked grateful, that much was clear, but there was a glint of something else in his eyes that Teetee couldn't quite pinpoint. It was gone the second Teetee inched slightly closer to him, vanishing like a ripple in still water.
"Uh... are you okay?"
Teetee mentally sighed at his own awkwardness but continued anyway. "That was a stupid question. I apologize. But, yeah, I hope you're okay."
The stranger's mouth was slightly open, forming a small O of confusion as his eyes remained fixed on Teetee through those thick-rimmed glasses. Judging by the stranger's attire, he was clearly a regular office worker, with obnoxiously thick nerdy glasses, his shirt buttoned all the way up to his neck as if the slightest glimpse of skin would be scandalous. He was dressed in dark pants and a light collared striped button-up shirt, with short, slightly dishevelled hair that looked like he had been running his hands through it all day.
Teetee resisted the urge to call him cute and ask for his phone number.
For fucks sake,Tee he scolded himself. That man just got groped by a stinky old man, and now you want to scare him too?
"N-no, it's fine." The stranger's small voice snapped Teetee out of his thoughts. "I'm okay now. Thank you for helping."
But hearing that voice? Fuck, he was even cuter. He talked as if the slightest raise of his voice would interrupt everyone on the train, soft and gentle and terribly sweet. Teetee was certain that if he were diabetic, he would be dead just from hearing that voice.
"Ah, it was nothing," Teetee said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand nervously. He turned away, fiddling with his phone, pretending to scroll through apps he wasn't really looking at.
His stop was almost near. The announcer's voice rang loud and clear through the speakers, calling out the next station in that monotone, robotic tone. Teetee prepared to step toward the doors—
And then he felt a body pressed against his back.
He froze instantly. His mind shut down completely.
"Uh—"
He turned around to see that same stranger now pressed against his back, panting softly with his cheeks flushed bright red, as if he had a high fever. His entire body burned, radiating heat through his clothes.
Teetee tried to move away, but the stranger's legs only seemed to weaken further. His body nearly collapsed onto the floor, crumpling like a puppet with its strings cut. But Teetee's hands reached out faster than he could think, tightening his grip on the stranger's waist to hold him steady.
"Hello? Are you okay? You're burning up. Is something wrong?"
Teetee tried to tap the cute stranger's cheek carefully, but the man's glassy eyes only seemed to close completely as his entire body weight leaned onto Teetee.
WHAT THE FUCK IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?!!?
His mind was a mess. His stop was near, and this cute stranger he had helped had fainted on top of him. And judging by his surroundings, no one gave a single flying fuck. The other passengers had returned to their phones, their books, their blank stares out the window. No one looked up, let alone offered to help.
He was doomed, wasn't he?
Teetee braced himself. He couldn't just leave this poor, cute stranger all alone in the subway train, especially where a crusty old hag had just been groping him earlier. So he did what his mind could conjure up without completely short-circuiting.
He decided to take the stranger with him to the nearest street bench outside the station. From there, he would check the man's wallet for any location or phone number, some way to drop him off like a responsible, functioning adult.
The train doors opened. Teetee took a deep breath.
He carefully lifted the man with surprising ease, struggling just a bit as he carried him off the train and onto the platform. It earned him weird looks from passing strangers, but the way the cute stranger shifted closer to him, nestling his face against Teetee's shoulder like a sleepy kitten, did make some onlookers throw him teasing glances.
What has my life come to?
Teetee sighed dramatically as he finally set the man down on a bench near his own apartment building. He let out a deep breath, hands on his knees, already exhausted. The man might be light, but carrying a grown adult while alcohol still pumped through his veins was surely not an easy job.
The stranger slumped on the bench, head lolling to the side, completely unconscious. His glasses had gone slightly askew, and without thinking, Teetee reached out and gently pushed them back up the bridge of his nose.
There, he thought. Better.
Now. Mission: Figure out who this guy was.
Teetee began looking for anything that could tell him more about this cute stranger. He reached into the front pocket of the man's pants, carefully, very carefully, not wanting to be mistaken for another groper, and found a worn leather wallet.
He opened it, but there was nothing inside that could tell him about an address or emergency contact. No business cards, no receipts, no handwritten notes. Just a single ID card tucked behind a clear plastic sleeve.
Teetee squinted at it under the dim streetlight.
[Name]: Por Suppakarn Jirachotikul
[Age]: 27 years old
Por, Teetee thought, tasting the name on his tongue.
He looked down at the unconscious man, at those soft, parted lips, those long lashes fanned against flushed cheeks, that ridiculous shirt buttoned all the way to the top even in this heat.
Twenty-seven years old, Teetee mused. And still somehow the cutest person I've ever seen.
He sighed again, tucking the wallet back into Por's pocket carefully. Then he sat down on the bench beside him, staring up at the night sky, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do now. He couldn't just leave him here. It was late, it was dark, and anyone could come along.
But he also couldn't exactly take him upstairs to his apartment like some sort of stray kitty he had found wandering on the street.
Could he now?
Teetee looked at Por's peaceful sleeping face. The way his chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, the small furrow between his brows that made him look like he was worrying even in his sleep.
"...You're going to be trouble, aren't you?" Teetee murmured.
Por didn't answer. Of course, he didn't. He was unconscious.
But Teetee seemed to have totally missed the slightest twitch at the corner of his lips; it was gone as quickly as it came, vanishing before Teetee could even notice.
Teetee sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had no choice but to take this man to his apartment. He would just explain the situation in the morning when Por woke up, already mentally preparing himself for a few slaps here and there from this cute, innocent-looking office worker.
It's fine, Teetee told himself. It's the right thing to do. He'll understand.
He once again wrapped his arms around the man, lifting him up as he carried him toward his apartment building. The journey was awkward, his arms were starting to ache, and Por's warm breath against his neck was doing strange things to his focus. He reached the elevator and struggled to press the floor button, juggling the unconscious body in his arms like a clumsy groom carrying his bride over the threshold.
Finally, the doors closed.
Getting into his actual apartment was another battle entirely. He fumbled with his keys, nearly dropped Por twice, and somehow managed to twist the lock open without disturbing the cute stranger he carried.
He finally got inside, kicking his shoes off with the help of his feet. Just as he was about to fling the other shoe off—
He felt something wet and warm against his throat. The hand on his collar tightened its grip on the fabric, knuckles pressing against his pulse point.
Teetee stilled immediately.
And then he felt it, rough, sharp teeth grazing against his throat, scraping just enough to send a bolt of electricity down his spine. He quickly let out an embarrassingly shrill scream, his hands flying up to cover his mouth as he let go of the stranger completely.
Thud.
Por's ass hit the floor as Teetee stumbled backward, pressed against his own front door, heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. His back was flat against the wood, his hand still clamped over his mouth, eyes wide as saucers.
"Ouch, you sure are pretty dramatic."
Teetee looked down at the voice.
The same stranger who had looked like a walking angel, with cute, messy hair and a soft, innocent expression, was now staring up at him from the floor with a glint of something dark in his eyes. Something hungry and dangerous that made Teetee's throat hitch and sent a shiver racing down his spine.
Shock was an understatement for what he was feeling right now.
Por, who now had a mischievous yet alluring smile curling across his face, stared up at him with a seductive gaze that pinned Teetee in place. His previous soft aura was gone, forgotten like a mask tossed aside. Now he looked like a wolf in sheep's clothing, a predator who had just revealed his true nature, ready to devour Teetee whole.
Before Teetee could process what was happening, smoke filled his apartment's living room.
Thick, pink, swirling smoke that made him cough and cover his eyes. It curled through the air like living tendrils, obscuring his vision, and then, just as quickly as it appeared, it dissipated.
Poof
And where the cute office worker with nerdy glasses had been lying on the floor, there now sat someone entirely different. A demon, two little devil horns poked through his now longer hair, dark locks that brushed against his nape with a few pale strands scattered among the jet black like fallen stars. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, sharp and hungry. His nails had grown into elegant, pointed claws that tapped lazily against the floor. And his smile, that smile was pure sin, curled with satisfaction and amusement.
Words died down in Teetee's throat. He didn't know if he should be scared, shocked, horny, terrified, or everything all at once. His brain was short-circuiting, flipping through emotions so fast he couldn't catch a single one.
His mouth opened to let out a scream—
But a hand with pointy, sharp nails clamped down over his lips before any sound could escape.
"It's quite rude of you to have that reaction."
Por's voice had dropped, low, seductive, dripping with danger and lust. Gone was the sweet, shy voice from the train. It had been replaced by something more seductive, something that rumbled through Teetee's chest and settled low in his gut.
"Most people get hard at this sight," Por continued, tilting his head with a predatory smile. "Not scream like a banshee."
Teetee's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. His breath came in short, panicked gasps against Por's clawed fingers.
Por slowly pushed himself up from the floor, rising with an unhurried grace that reminded Teetee of a cat stalking its prey. He didn't break eye contact, not once. Those sharp, gleaming eyes held Teetee captive, pinning him against the door like a butterfly to a board.
"Now," Por murmured, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them. His claws traced lightly down Teetee's chest, leaving faint trails of pressure through the fabric of his shirt. "Let's try that again, shall we?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of Teetee's ear, warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.
"Hello, cutie. My name is Por." A pause before he let out a soft, wicked chuckle. "And you... smell absolutely divine."
Teetee's brain officially stopped working.
Is this really how he dies? His thoughts spiralled into a chaotic mess. He's still yet to say how much he loves his parents and his entire family. He still has to smooch Yim and Tutor on their cheeks for accompanying him on their long trips. He still hasn't even gotten the chance to flirt with Thomas' boyfriend, he still yearns to see Thomas' face seething in jealousy.
On the bright side, at least he would die by the hands of the prettiest person he had ever laid his eyes on.
"P-please don't kill me," Teetee whispered, his voice trembling as he looked down at the demon who had rested his entire body weight against him, chest pressed firmly against Teetee's.
Despite being a literal sex demon, Por's attire was somewhat casual, as if he had just gotten out of bed. He wore shorts that reached above his knees, showing off those milky thighs and long legs, paired with a loose shirt that revealed glimpses of his tiny waist with the slightest movement of his body. His devil horns caught the dim light, and those pale strands among his dark hair seemed to shimmer.
"Aww, don't worry. I wouldn't gain anything from killing you." Por used one clawed finger to tip Teetee's face upward, forcing their eyes to meet. He refused to let Teetee look away or close his eyes. "I just want to have fun."
Teetee swallowed hard.
"Now tell me your name, handsome," Por purred, his thumb brushing against Teetee's lower lip. "Or do you prefer to be called something else?"
The tone clearly implied something else entirely, but Teetee was far too gone to process it. His voice came out barely above a whisper. "I-It's Teetee. My name is Teetee."
Por let out a small chuckle at the sight of Teetee looking so terrified, yet the way he was pressed against him, Por could feel the hardness of the adorable human pressed against his thigh.
"Aren't you cute, Tee?" Por cooed. "I hope you taste as delicious as you look. I haven't had a good meal in a while, you know."
Teetee.exe has stopped working.
Taste? Meal? Delicious? Was he really going to get eaten by the most beautiful man, or demon, he had ever seen? Not that he had seen any other demons before, but still. He was sure he didn't even taste good. His mind was panicking, the little idiots in his head were running around screaming and crying like the world was ending.
"P-please don't eat me," Teetee stammered, swallowing a huge gulp down his throat as he looked at Por. Those sharp fingers still held his jaw in a surprisingly soft grip. "I promise I don't taste good."
Por's grin widened, revealing those sharp teeth. "I'm a sex demon, silly. I won't eat your flesh." His other hand trailed down from Teetee's chest to his crotch in a teasing manner, those sharp nails grazing against the fabric of his jeans and making Teetee shiver despite the growing heat pooling in his gut. "I crave something else."
He paused, hand stopping right at the waistband of Teetee's jeans, making Teetee's breath hitch as his entire body froze. His fingers dug into his own palms, too nervous to even move.
"Something much sweeter," Por continued.
Then, with deliberate slowness, Por dropped down onto his knees. He maintained eye contact the entire time, never letting his gaze drift away from Teetee's as he slowly unbuckled Teetee's jeans. He unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor with a soft rustle. Then his clawed fingers hooked into the waistband of Teetee's boxers and pulled them down, letting his hardened cock spring free.
Teetee's eyes widened even more than they already were, as if they might pop out of their sockets at any moment.
His cock had already been hard the moment Por pressed his body against him. And now, the way Por looked up at him with those seductive bedroom eyes rendered Teetee completely speechless. He didn't know what to do. The sex demon gazed up at him with so much hunger and desire behind those pretty lashes that fanned against his flushed cheeks, cheeks tinted pink with a natural shimmer. His pink lips were parted, those few sharp teeth peeking through like a promise.
Teetee would have mistaken the pretty demon in front of him as an angel if only this "angel" didn't have his hands wrapped around his cock, looking up at him like he wanted to devour Teetee whole and suck the living life out of him.
Por stroked his length slowly, teasingly, before letting his sharp nail run against the slit of the blushing red tip.
Teetee moaned softly, biting his lower lip to muffle the sound as Por dragged his tongue against the length, from the base all the way to the tip. He placed a small kiss on the red tip, already beading with precum, before engulfing the entire length with his wet, warm tongue.
His tongue swirled around the tip, teasing Teetee by letting his teeth scrape deliriously against the shaft.
Teetee's hands found their way to Por's hair, gripping the dark strands between his fingers. He threw his head back against the front door and closed his eyes. Everything felt like a dream, a wet dream, to be exact, and right now, Teetee's own mind was clouded with lust as the warm mouth surrounded his cock, serving him nothing but pleasure.
If this is a dream, he thought hazily, I might as well enjoy it.
It wasn't his first time getting a blow job, but this? It was a surprise he hadn't cum right in the incubus' mouth yet.
Por bobbed his head in a perfect rhythm that only made Teetee tighten his grip on his hair and push his head down to take more of his length. He finally opened his eyes to look down and came face to face with Por, plump lips stretched around his cock, looking up at him with glassy eyes.
Looking like a fucking angel. Angels who got wrecked day and night, who got their holes stretched and filled to oblivion.
"Anngh—"
The sex demon sucked on his cock as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever put in his mouth, something Por might even agree with. Saliva leaked down from the corners of his mouth, creating lewd, wet sounds as he bobbed his head and maintained unwavering eye contact with Teetee.
"F-fuck—yes—"
Teetee groaned and thrusted back into Por's wet mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Luckily, Por was a sex demon with no gag reflexes, so it only riled the incubus up even more. One of Por's hands rested against Teetee's hips, tightening his grip enough to leave sharp marks as he let out lewd moans around the cock in his mouth.
Teetee's head and eyes rolled back, resting against the front door. Veins bulged against his neck as he bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to muffle his moans and groans.
"Shit—I-I'm close—nghh—"
He could feel the pleasure pooling around his lower stomach, his insides tightening as his orgasm built, ready to explode.
But Por pulled back completely. Teetee whined at the loss of warmth against his length, but the sound died in his throat as Por pulled his shirt off in one fluid motion.
Teetee's breath hitched, his eyes widening as his gaze landed on the barbell piercing through the flesh of Por's nipples, shiny, silver, impossibly seductive. His mouth instantly went dry at the sight before him.
Por pressed Teetee's cock against his pierced nipple, smirking slightly as he dragged the length across the sensitive metal.
That was all it took for Teetee to come undone, cum spilled hot and thick across Por's chest, some of the fluid landing on his face and clinging to his lashes. Por stroked his cock through it, milking every single drop as Teetee rode out the high, legs trembling, breath coming in ragged gasps.
Por trailed his fingers down to his pierced chest, gathering the fluid on his fingertips. He brought them to his mouth, tasting Teetee on his tongue, licking the corner of his lips to not leave a single bit of cum left.
The remaining fluid still glistened on his fingers as he stood up, using his other hand to gently pry open Teetee's mouth.
He pushed his cum-coated fingers past Teetee's lips, pressing against his tongue. Some of the cum smeared on Teetee's parted lips, glossy and white with the cum.
"Lick them clean," Por murmured.
Teetee, too drunk on the orgasm to think clearly, lapped at Por's sharp fingers. He cleaned every single bit of his own cum, his tongue swirling around the digits, tasting himself mixed with the sweet tang of Por's skin.
Por pulled his fingers away, still glistening with Teetee's saliva. He sucked them clean himself, never breaking eye contact, before leaning his entire weight against Teetee.
And then he pressed his plump lips against Teetee's, biting the lower lip just hard enough to sting.
"Such a good boy, Tee~" Por whispered against his mouth.
Before Teetee could process what was happening, Por gripped his collar and dragged him out of the living room, through the dark hallway, and into the nearest bedroom, Teetee's own bedroom. Teetee's back hit the mattress with a soft bounce, the yellow-tinted lamp on the bedside table casting the only light in the darkness of the room. Moonlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft, ethereal glow on the demon who was now climbing onto the bed with lust dripping from his eyes like liquid amber.
Por plopped himself right on Teetee's crotch, his ass pressing down against the growing hardness beneath him. He leaned his weight on his hands, resting them on Teetee's chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
"Fill me up nicely, Tee," Por purred, voice low and honeyed. "I need your cum flowing and gushing inside my insides."
Por's hand caressed his own small waist as he looked down to meet Teetee's gaze. And Teetee was a goner.
He could smell something sweet, not sweet enough to make his head hurt, but enough to allure him, to trap him under the scent wafting through the room like invisible silk. His mind grew hazy, thoughts slipping through his fingers like water. He had no idea if it was the alcohol still buzzing in his system, the post-orgasm haze, or the sex demon sitting right on his cock, ready to be devoured and filled up to the brim.
Every inch of his body wanted the pretty incubus sitting on his lap with that delirious expression.
It's just a dream, Teetee convinced himself. Just a dream. Any second now, I'll wake up.
But he didn't wake up.
Instead, warm plush lips pressed against his own, snapping him out of his thoughts. Por yanked Teetee closer by the collar of his shirt and shoved his tongue inside his mouth, licking and exploring every corner as he kissed him with vigour, sucking and biting his lower lip, his tongue, claiming every inch of Teetee's mouth as it belonged to him.
Teetee moaned against Por's mouth. His cock, which had already started to harden again even after the previous orgasm, throbbed with renewed interest. His hands found their way up to Por's hips, gripping the soft flesh there.
The saliva mingling with his own made him lose his mind. It was so sweet and delicious, like honey and something darker and addictive. He couldn't help but lean into the kiss even more, his hand travelling up to Por's waist before tangling into his hair, gripping the dark locks to push his head even closer.
Por finally pulled back, breath warm against Teetee's swollen lips. He used his hands to cup Teetee's jaw, tilting his face up.
"Open your mouth," Por commanded softly.
Teetee had never liked getting ordered around by anyone. He had always been used to doing whatever he wanted, not what the other person wanted. But right now, he couldn't find himself disobeying. He didn't know whether it was the way Por spoke so gently, like commanding a puppy, or the way he was curious to see what Por wanted to do next.
Either way, he knew one thing for sure: his cock was throbbing, and his entire body wanted this pretty incubus.
He opened his mouth, looking up at Por with hazy, expectant eyes.
Por gathered spit in his mouth before leaning down and letting it drip past his lips, falling onto Teetee's waiting tongue.
"Swallow it," Por whispered.
Teetee swallowed before Por could even finish the command, his throat bobbing as the liquid flowed down. It was sweet, sweeter than anything he had tasted, addicting, and it sent a warmth spreading through his chest.
Por only smiled at him and gently tapped his cheek. "Good boy~."
Teetee didn't know if it was the saliva or the way Por praised him, but precum beaded around his angry red tip, leaking onto his stomach. He felt a strange sense of accomplishment at Por's words, a warmth that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with wanting to be good for this demon.
It was obvious that Teetee wanted to fuck him; the way his hips and cock twitched gave him away completely. But Por wanted to be the one who got wrecked. Taking the lead tired him out most of the time. So he did what he did best: rile and seduce men into fucking him into oblivion.
Por slowly pulled off the last piece of clothing on his body, his shorts, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Teetee's breath hitched as his gaze landed on the long, thin tail with a pointy, sharp heart at the end of it, swishing lazily behind Por like a contented cat.
Their cocks brushed hotly against each other, skin against skin, as Por leaned in, tilting his head slightly with that devastating smile.
"Wreck me and fill me up to the brim, Tee~" he breathed.
The sight in front of him was no less than a fucking kinky wet dream. Teetee had only seen this type of stuff on the orange app when he was a hormonal teen, sharp fangs, tails peeking out, and two tiny little horns on the head. It was fucking ridiculous. He didn't know if he should thank God for this or the King of Hell, because the sight in front of him made him want to wreck this cute yet seductive demon begging for his cum.
The way Por begged for Teetee's cum like a damn prostitute, he was damn sure even whores didn't beg this nicely. The words sent a shiver down to his cock, and he decided he'd had enough.
Teetee finally gathered his scattered thoughts. In one swift motion, he switched their positions, letting Por's back press against the soft mattress. Por sprawled against the sheets like a fucking sin, an angel, yet this angel was a demon begging for his cum and cock.
Teetee admired the sight beneath him.
Por's red tongue peeked out from between his lips, teasing. His cheeks were flushed with a deep hue of red, spreading down his neck and across his collarbone. His hair was dishevelled, some strands sticking to his forehead due to the heat in the room, others fanned out against the pillow like a dark halo. The moonlight caught the curve of his horns, the tip of his tail, the sharp line of his jaw.
It was ethereal. Every single inch of his body made Teetee feel over the moon. Por looked up at him with wide, doe eyes, eyes that looked innocent but held galaxies of mischief.
"Too scared?" Por asked, voice dripping with false innocence. "If you're too scared to fuck me, then don't. I'll find another human."
Teetee's eye twitched. Not noticing the hint of amusement flickering in Por's eyes, or perhaps choosing to ignore it, he raised an eyebrow.
"I knew you were too much of a pussy to fuck me properly," Por continued, tilting his head. "I should have chosen—"
He didn't get to finish his sentence.
Before the next word could leave his lips, his already slick hole was pierced with Teetee's cock. Por arched his back at the sudden intrusion, his eyes rolling back as the size pierced his insides. His mouth fell open in a silent gasp, no sound escaping except for a small, strangled whimper.
"Quite impatient, aren't you?" Teetee said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched. He wrapped his hands around Por's waist, digging his fingers deep into the soft, pale flesh. He groaned as the tight walls engulfed his length, squeezing him like a vice.
The stretch was much wider than Por had expected. He had had his fair share of human cocks inside him over the centuries, yet this one rendered the incubus limp under Teetee's grip, his tail curling weakly against the sheets.
He wanted Teetee to move. He wanted him to ram his cock inside his walls, to fuck him until he couldn't think. He needed the semen smeared against every inch of his insides. But he was too impatient to wait, so he looked up at Teetee, who was still adjusting to the tightness around his cock, still holding himself still.
"Move already," Por said, his breathing coming out in short gasps. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes half-lidded, as he looked up at Teetee with a challenge burning in his gaze. "I've had men bigger than you, so just move. I don't need time to adjust."
The words hung in the air like a slap. Although he was aware Por wanted to rile him up, just the thought of other men having the luxury of having this sex demon seduce them, like every man's sex dream, sprawled on their bed like a whore as their hands caressed every inch of his body, made something dark and possessive curl in Teetee's chest.
He pulled his length out entirely, slow and deliberate, watching Por's expression shift from confidence to desperate anticipation. Then he slammed back in with enough force to make Por's body jolt against the headboard.
Por let out a shrill shriek, arching his back off the mattress, presenting his slick hole for Teetee to wreck. His tail wrapped around Teetee's thigh, pulling him closer, deeper.
Teetee didn't need any more encouragement. He moved with purpose, the purpose being to wreck this pretty demon beneath him, piercing Por's entrance again and again, each thrust harder than the last. He leaned down to devour those plump red lips, covered in Por's own sweet saliva, biting onto the soft flesh before shoving his tongue inside.
Por's entrance was sopping wet, the slicked hole getting thrust into by the cock, producing lewd squelching sounds that filled the room. The wet, loud sounds of balls slapping against his ass roughly echoed off the walls. Teetee's thrusts were violent and aggressive, and Por enjoyed every single inch of it, the cock filling him up nicely as Teetee's lips moved against his own in a rough, desperate kiss.
Teetee pulled away from the kiss, trailing his lips to Por's ear.
"Say that again," he whispered, warm breath fanning against the shell.
Por shook his head weakly, drool spilling from the corner of his lips. He pulled Teetee into another kiss, his hands tangling in Teetee's soft hair, pushing him closer, deeper.
"I didn't mean it," Por gasped against his mouth. "Fuck me harder. Please."
Teetee smirked against his lips. He increased his pace, his hand trailing down to where they were connected, adding one finger alongside his cock to stretch the already used hole even further. Por's scream was quickly muffled by Teetee's lips, swallowing the lewd moans that spilled from his throat.
Por's body trembled beneath him. His nails raked down Teetee's back, pressing crescents into the skin, drawing thin lines of red. He tightened his grip on Teetee, his entire body jolting with every rough thrust.
"Nggh—there—" Por gasped, voice breaking. "Fill me up. I want it to drip out of my hole. Please, Tee—please—"
His voice cracked on the last word, desperate and broken and utterly beautiful. And Teetee, drunk on the scent of him and the tight heat wrapped around his cock, could only comply.
The sunlight peeked through the curtains, soft golden rays filtering through the gaps and painting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets. Birds chirped loudly outside the window, their cheerful songs a stark contrast to the pounding ache in Teetee's head.
Teetee opened his eyes slowly, squinting against the harsh sunlight glaring down at him like an accusation. His body felt sore and used, every muscle aching as if he had run a marathon or been hit by a truck. Or both. His limbs were heavy, his back stung with what felt like scratch marks, and there was a strange, pleasant soreness between his thighs that he couldn't quite explain.
What a dream that was, he thought lazily, yawning as his hand came up to brush his messy hair away from his forehead.
The dream had been realistic, vivid in a way his dreams usually weren't. He could still feel the phantom tingling down his spine, the memory of sharp claws and softer lips, the echo of a low, seductive voice whispering in his ear. His throat was hoarse, like he had been screaming or moaning or both. He yawned again, still half asleep, trying to piece together his surroundings.
The room smelled different. Sweeter. Like freshly torched creme brulee with something unmistakably musky.
He heard a small ping from his phone on the side table. He reached out his hand to grab the device, still groggy, still barely conscious—
And then he froze immediately as he heard a squelch. A wet, unmistakable sound. And he felt something warm and wet between his legs. His eyes flew wide open and he immediately yanked the blanket off, heart pounding, and looked down.
There, nestled between his thighs, was the same sex demon from his dream. Por, with those two little devil horns poking through his dishevelled hair, with that long, thin tail swishing lazily behind him, was currently licking Teetee's cock like it was a lollipop, his plush lips wrapped around the length with an expertise that made Teetee's breath hitch.
"Oh, you're finally awake, Tee~."
Por pulled away slowly, deliberately, letting his tongue drag along the shaft one last time before releasing it with a soft pop. He lapped at the remaining cum, licking and sucking it off his lips like he was savouring a creamy popsicle on a hot summer day.
"I'm sorry," Por said, smiling sheepishly, his tongue peeking out to lick a stray drop of cum that had dribbled down to his cheek. "I got hungry."
Teetee stared. His brain, which had only just begun to wake up, came to a screeching halt. He blinked once. Twice. Three times. The image didn't change. Por was still there, naked between his legs, still smiling at him with those sharp little fangs and those innocent yet wicked eyes.
FUCK.
THIS IS NOT A DREAM.