Warnings/AN: This is an rp between me and Lovino Hetastuck Vargas on fb. I'm Holy Roman Empire, and she is South Italy Romano. This story will have smut in it, just not this chapter. It will be- Dare I say it- Smut with a plot. *gasp* Anyways, from the first chapter and every other chapter after it is me, while the ones in between are her. Enjoy~
Roma walked down the human alley, his wings tucked neatly behind his back and his halo glowing steadily. He looked around nervously, pulling the front of his snow-white tunic down. It was times like these when he very nearly cursed, because his teeth were chattering and goose bumps covered his arms. Oh, why did he have to get sent on a job in the dead of night?
Lovino was flying above the same town, looking for some sexual energy to feed off of. Sure he could feed off souls like the other demons, but he found sexual energy more satisfying. Anyway, he noticed a small glow from an alley below and slowly flew down to it, seeing an angel and smirking before grabbing him from behind.
Roma yelped, turning his head to look behind him. When he saw it was a demon, he nearly screamed, but then he realized something- The demon was warm. Hot, even. He bit his lip, unsure of whether to force the warm child of hell off of him, or to leave him and endure the consequences later on. "W-what in the name of h-heaven are you d-doing?" he stuttered out, his lips numb.
"I was in the area and saw a little glow, so I came by for a snack~" he purred, holding the other close to him with one arm and lightly brushing one wing with the other.
Roma shivered, a moan building in his throat His wing feathers were god-awfully sensitive, and precious. "D-don't!" He whined. "J-just lemme go!"
"Don't just let you go?" He asked, smirking. "If you insist~" He kissed his neck softly as he stroked the soft wing. He loved the way he was shivering at the moment.
Roma shut his eyes and squirmed uncomfortably. "T-that's not what I meant a-and you know it!" Roma bit his lip hard to try and keep more lewd sounds from escaping.
He ignored his arguments and nibbled at the neck gently, running his fingers through the soft down of the wing, the free hand moved up and rubbed the halo.
Roma felt a strange feeling down below, and gasped, leaning backwards into Lovino. "S-stop.." he muttered weakly, his will to fight fading.
"If you wanted me to stop, why are you leaning into me~?" He grabbed the halo and twisted in back and forth as he left a dark hickey on his neck, settling on the most sensitive part of the wings - the tip of the muscle part - and twisting a father there softly. Not enough to hurt, just enough to be pleasurable.
Roma felt his knees give out completely as his eyes rolled into the back of his head from pleasure. He couldn't stand it anymore... He collapsed, like a limp doll, and mumbled "Oh boy" before falling unconscious.
"Unable to handle it?" he asked to him - even though he couldn't hold him. "Alright~ You can wake at my home~" He picked him up and was enveloped by blackness for a moment before they appeared in his home in hell.