Hershel stood in Mephisto's office, looking out the windows.
"Art teacher, is it? With little Gure as my assistant?" Hershel questioned.
"Along with Demonology cram teacher, yes." Mephisto confirmed before taking a sip of his tea.
Hershel then turned to Mephisto, face set in seriousness as they looked down at the demon.
"Should I change my appearance? Rather, should I change my height?" They asked.
Mephisto almost choked on his tea, spluttering out a, "What?!"
"Well, I only made myself this tall because I kinda enjoy being taller than you, but it might attract too much attention to myself. Of course, so does the rest of my appearance in Japan, but I'd rather not change that. So, what do you think?" Hershel clarified, brow furrowed.
Mephisto put down his tea cup and saucer, resting them on his desk before standing up and walking towards Hershel.
His gloved hands pressed against Hershel's chest, sliding up to their broad shoulders before sliding back down to their chest, and to the sides, humming appreciatively.
"I think I rather like you like this~" He purred as he gazed up at the taller person.
Hershel grinned wolfishly, their hands reaching down to rest on Mephisto's hips, caressing them through his pantaloons.
"Is that so?"
Mephisto hummed an affirmative response before leaning in for a kiss, Hershel gladly meeting him halfway, and deepening it, groaning in pleasure.
"It's been far too long, my dear~" Mephisto murmured, returning for another kiss.
His fangs grazing Hershel's lips, summoning out a pleased growl from them.
"We'll have to be careful, what with the Vatican and their bullshit." Hershel growled out in between kisses, leaning in more, to reach their lover's neck.
"And whatever would they be able to do to you? You're not human or demon." Mephisto spoke between sighs and moans of pleasure as Hershel nipped, kissed, and sucked at his neck.
"Even so, it can be annoying. It'd probably set the brat off, as well, and I'd much rather not deal with his rage." Replied Hershel as they started removing Mephisto's clothes.
As an after thought, they snapped, causing the windows to be shielded from their activities, darkening the room.
They lifted Mephisto up into his desk, never once removing their lips from his flesh, trailing kisses farther down as more skin was exposed.
"You'll have to tell me more about this young man later." Mephisto said while tugging away at Hershel's unbuttoned shirt, exposing more coppery skin.
Hershel hummed in agreement...
Whoop whoop the rest is shitty gay office sex that I might upload onto Ao3 if people wanna read my horribly written smut.