"It's just me throwing myself at you,
romance as usual, us times us,
not lust but moxibustion,
A substance burning close
to the body as possible
without risk of immolation."
Alice Fulton
Angel might not have gotten to top as much as he liked throughout the length of his career, but he was certainly no stranger to domming.
Aside from the sickos looking to abuse a twink, subby tops were some of his most frequent clients when he was still working the streets. They ranged from bratty and demanding to quiet and submissive, but regardless of what their needs were, ol' Angie took real good care of 'em (so long as they paid for their damn time).
Still, he'd never had a sub like Pentious.
Oh sure, there were plenty of fellas who really let go when he got to working them over (easily drifting off into sweet subspace with little more than some gentle words and a firm hand). It was definitely satisfying to watch, but his enjoyment never extended much further than taking pride in a job well-done.
Clients expected Angel to provide a service, but Pent trusted him.
And every time, Angel found himself wanting to both spoil the shit out of the snake and push Pentious' limits to see just how far he could take it. Pent yielded so beautifully and the temptation to keep digging even deeper was never not an alluring prospect (though he did his damnest to keep it buried and hidden away).
As much as he aimed to hit groundwater, Angel didn't want to risk flooding the dam and destroying this reservoir of trust they had spent so many months (years, really) building up.
Neither of them were religious men, but they still kept a lot of their relationship riding on faith.
Angel clicked his tongue as he trailed one finger pad through the pool of wax at the base of the lit candle wick. "Mmm, think we're all good here," he murmured, briefly submerging his nail and pulling it out to peel off the thin blue coating that covered the appendage. "Wanna test the temp, babe?"
Sighing, Pentious slithered out of their bathroom and flicked off the light with one hand. The opposite arm dragged a towel over his damp hood, clearing any remaining water droplets as he made his way toward the bed. "You're sure it's not hot enough to scald, yes? I don't exactly have fur to dampen the heat once you start pouring."
"Yeah yeah," Angel said, raising one arm to give the snake a dismissive flap of his palm as Pent slithered up onto the mattress and laid the slightly damp towel out against the sheets. "Just hold out your hand already."
Pent pursed his lips but obliged as Angel picked up the tall blue candle off the nightstand and tipped the base, spilling a few drops of liquid wax into Pent's open palm. The snake furrowed his brow and thumbed over the quickly cooling wax before glancing back to Angel. "I barely felt it…but that's probably due to all the callouses. No doubt my back is going to be far more sensitive than my ha-aaaands!"
Angel grinned toothily, righting the candle again as he watched the small trail of silvery-blue wax dry against the other man's bare shoulder. "Too much?" he teased as Pentious brushed his talons over the dull splotch.
Shooting Angel a heated glare, Pent chipped off the wax and flicked the pieces at the snickering spider, who parried the waxy projectiles with his free hands. "You're doing a very poor job of ingratiating me to this experience," Pentious muttered, crossing both arms over his exposed chest while his thick tail stubbornly curled underneath him.
Angel just kept smiling even as his laughter trailed off. He leaned in, playfully nuzzling Pent's nose as he said, "Trust me, Pen. I know you ain't a big fan of anythin' painful, but I know what I'm doin'. You're in good hands." Angel then put the candle back on the nightstand where three others were lit and straightened his back, dropping both sets of hands to his narrow hips. "Alright now, lay down on your stomach."
The snake's many eyes flickered over to the soft glow of the candles and Angel sighed, his shoulders slumping as he relaxed his posture. "I swear I'll stop if ya call Red, babe. We only keep goin' as long as you're Green. Scout's honor." He lifted one hand to draw an X over his bare chest and then grabbed both of Pent's shoulders, gently twisting him around to press the snake into the towel.
"It's always the bloody Scouts..." Pentious muttered quietly as he straightened his tail, propping his torso up on both elbows before glancing back over one shoulder at Angel. "So what am I to do then? Just…sit here?"
"Pretty much," Angel confirmed as he adjusted the waistband of his lacy red panties and straddled the snake. He playfully shimmied his ass along Pent's spine until the other Demon arched up against him, nearly bucking him off. "Whoa! Slow down there. We're takin' our time with this, babe." Angel chuckled and shook his head, pressing all four hands into the center of Pent's spine to crack the joints of his insanely long vertebrae. "You're my canvas fer the night and I wanna decorate ya like a Christmas tree."
Pent nodded and then reached out, grabbing one of the many silk throw pillows resting against the headboard before pulling it into his chest. "Fine, just get on with it already then," he said as he locked his arms around the cushion in a tight embrace.
Staring down at his stubborn asshole of a boyfriend, Angel just shook his head and continued to work his way up the length of the snake's spine. "Don't be so damn impatient, baby. This ain't just about me. I want you ta enjoy this too."
He received a skeptical snort in response. "I don't take much pleasure in voluntarily covering myself in hot wax," Pent groused even as his tail began to arch underneath the spider's hips. "Just tap my side if anything else is required of me."
Angel smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the middle of Pentious' broad shoulder blades as one of his other hands reached for the bedside console. "What I need is for you to fuckin' relax…and close your goddamn eyes. An' I mean, all of 'em." He then flicked off the overhead lights (including the white chandelier), leaving only the gentle glow of candles to fill the room.
"All of them?" Pent repeated with a raised brow. When Angel nodded, he pursed his lips and then reluctantly complied. "There. Are you satisfied now?" he asked sardonically, tilting his chin up in a haughty little pout that was far more adorable than it had any right to be. Angel just snickered and nodded, lifting the snake's hood to lay a kiss on his exposed nape (enjoying the resulting shiver that followed).
But Angel didn't reach for the candles again just yet. Instead he continued to massage down the length of Pent's back, focusing most of his attention on the joints where his boyfriend's hips connected to the base of his spinal column. He heard Pent quietly hiss into the pillow, but Angel continued to thumb firmly into the black scales, his lower set of hands tracing the yellow lines that ran up and down the length of Pent's tail.
He kissed over every spot he touched, loudly smacking his lips in the quiet bedroom. The candlelight occasionally flickered as the wicks burned down, flames waving slowly and almost in perfect tandem with the gentle rise and fall of Pentious' broad chest. It felt meditative in a way and as Pent finally began to sink into the sheets below them, Angel found himself humming a tune to fill the space that their conversation had left behind.
"What are you singing?" Angel heard Pent murmur as he began to slide over to the snake's lumbar. "It sounds very dreamlike."
Angel exhaled and straightened up, digging his knees into the sheets and towel on either side of Pentious' tail. "Kinda is. It's from a movie, but the story's based on one of those old school fairytales where people die and get tortured all the fuckin' time."
"Which tale?" Pent asked as Angel began to rub deep under his scapula, wrenching a low groan out of him as Angel spread the width of his fingers and pulled. "I'm familiar with most of Grimm's."
Moving the snake's hood to the opposite shoulder, Angel nodded absently as he trailed his palm over Pent's upper back and nape. "Sleepin' Beauty. Y'know the drill: pretty broad gets cursed ta sleep forever by some witch lady cuz her parents were too fuckin' hoity-toity and snubbed the bitch a party invitation." He absently twirled the wrist of one of his free hands and added, "Then she gets woken up with a magic kiss from some twinky lil' prince and they live happily eva after or some shit."
He heard Pent snicker and Angel couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips in response. "Yes, that is the general plot; give or take a few key details," the snake confirmed as Angel cupped his neck and carefully stroked down the strong cords of tendon and muscle that lay just underneath his dark scales. "What is the name of the song?"
"Think it's called Somethin' Somethin a Dream, but it's been fuckin' ages since I saw the movie. Came out after my time anyway." Angel shrugged both sets of arms as he worked Pent's back. "I just remember the general tune." He then leaned down so that his mouth was barely brushing the snake's skin before he began to hum again, letting the sound vibrate out of his chest all while one hand reached for the first candle.
Pent nodded, completely oblivious as Angel continued to rub his neck while situating himself so he had most of the snake's upper back open and bared. "It is a very lovely-" He gasped as the first splash of wax hit the middle of his spine, causing Pentious' entire body to clench and spasm.
Angel quickly soothed a hand over his shoulder, avoiding the small pool of wax as he calmed his boyfriend. "You're ok. I gotcha…" he breathed, kissing the spot just a few centimeters above where the wax had landed and already dried, forming a thin bluish crust atop the snake's smooth scales. The color wasn't easy to see in the dim candlelight, but the contrast was still nice and Angel couldn't help but tip out a few more drops to join the first.
Pentious tensed again, but at least his back didn't arch and buck like a goddamn bronco this time. "It's just a lil' burn, baby. You're doin' real good," Angel assured all while his two lower hands continued to stroke up and down Pent's sides in warm, even sweeps. "You ain't hurtin', right?"
He felt more than heard his boyfriend inhale, the breath expanding his rib cage like a balloon before slowly deflating out with a resoundingly heavy sigh. "No, I'm not in pain," Pent confirmed after a few more moments of quiet breathing. "It's just a very confusing sensation is all."
"Confusing? How so?" Angel asked, dribbling some more wax in a thin crisp line to cover one of the yellow markings that rounded Pent's wide hips. "Talk to me, babe."
Pentious was silent even as Angel poured more wax onto his scales, the substance drying almost as soon as it made contact with his dark skin. When Angel pulled the candle back to wait for a response, Pent finally sighed and said, "It burns, but it's gone in an instant and leaves this inexplicable…warmth behind."
"Hmmm…" Angel purred as he broke up some of the drops of pooled wax to reveal the shining scales underneath. "Well, the real question is whether or not I got the go-ahead ta continue." He pressed his fingers to the snake's skin and frowned, feeling sections that were still rather hot to the touch. The heat was definitely dissipating slower than normal, but Pent was also naturally cold-blooded. Maybe that factored in somewhere? "Do ya wanna stop?"
Again, Pent fell silent. Instead of speaking, the snake shifted his tail against the towel and adjusted his grip on the pillow. Angel's brow knotted as Pentious buried his face in the fabric, leaving only his closed eyes unobstructed. "Babe?" he asked, gently tapping Pent's side with one pink nail.
"You can continue. Just please go slow."
Angel blinked and then smiled softly, leaning over and kissing the snake's smooth cheek. "That was always the plan, baby," he assured, brushing the loose wax off to the side where it tumbled over Pent's tail and down onto the towel. "Now, lemme know if it gets too hot fer ya, ok?"
He waited for Pent to nod before lifting the candle to pour fresh wax over the vacated section of skin. Pentious tensed up, but quickly relaxed, taking deep measured breaths as Angel dribbled sweeping patterns that traced the natural line of his muscle and bones.
The blue looked almost like a dull gray against Pent's skin, but occasionally it would catch the candlelight and for a brief moment gleam like liquid mercury. Angel couldn't help but admire the smooth texture and the way it created a seamless line that filled all the subtle groves and cracks between the black scales.
He just wanted to paint his lover in chains of wax and see if Pent would even attempt to stop him, but Angel already knew that he wouldn't.
Because whenever Pent submitted (rare as it was), he left everything up to Angel.
It was so opposite to Pentious' normal persona, both in and out of bed. As a dom, Pent was controlled and firm, keeping the spider on the edge for as long as possible before finally letting him have it just when Angel thought he was on the verge of shattering. In the aftermath of a scene, Pent was always gentle, but no less tightly coiled. Every inch of him screamed control and usually Angel had no problem handing over the reins (even if he was a brat about it later on).
But today Pentious wasn't in control. Today the snake was submitting to his whims, accepting the mild discomfort and pleasure that Angel offered because he believed that Angel would keep him safe.
And fuck…Pent trusting him with that had Angel throbbing in his panties.
Swapping to a red candle waiting on the nightstand, Angel began to pour into some of the empty spaces he had left, creating thick pools that partially overlapped the blue wax outlining the edges. The red faded into a much cooler pink once it dried, but the color was still a distinct contrast, especially compared to the black skin left still exposed.
As he worked, Angel shamelessly humped against the bottom of the snake's hips, giving his pulsing erection some friction even as he continued to paint over his boyfriend's body. "Mmmm, wouldn't it be nice if I could fuck you while I did this?" Angel teased, dripping a few dots of red along the width of Pent's lumbar. "Too bad that tight lil' hole of yours can only be accessed from the front and not the back, huh?"
When Pentious didn't respond to his playful ribbing, he blinked and lifted the candle upright. "Babe?" Angel prompted, wondering if the other man had passed out or was just really deep into subspace.
After a few more moments, Angel bowed over Pent, nuzzling the snake's nape. "You doin' ok?" he asked, raising his voice a bit to try and cut through whatever trance Pent was clearly slipping into (if he wasn't there already). "Not too much?"
He leaned in and listened closely, but aside from some husky breathing, Pent offered no response. Angel frowned, stalling his hips even as his cock throbbed in protest. "Babe, I'm serious now. We ain't continuin' until you give me the all clear."
He then touched one of his free hands to Pent's hood, gently sweeping it to one side to expose the top of his boyfriend's broad shoulders as well as give him a better angle on Pent's face. The snake had hooked his chin over the pillow and was loosely sucking on his lower lip, eyes still closed and normally tense brow almost completely relaxed. The nature of Pentious' expression was hard to discern, but thankfully he began to nod before Angel could assume the worst. "Green…" Pent finally said, his voice low and quiet even as it felt almost deafening in contrast to the complete silence that engulfed them.
Slumping in mild relief, Angel playfully nipped Pentious' neck before pulling back so his lower set of arms could grab the last two candles (green and yellow respectively) off the top of the nightstand. "Good," he said as he straightened up and looked down at the broad expanse of spine left just below him. Most of the skin was covered aside from Pentious' bared shoulders, but the temptation to layer the remaining colors was a siren call Angel was not about to refuse.
He began by dribbling yellow down one shoulder blade and green down the other, creating two waterfalls that spilled across the thick blue chains and red swirls he'd already poured. Normally the wax would be starting to crack by now as the sub shifted and stretched underneath, but Pent remained perfectly still, his chest, hips, and stomach sunk low into the sheets.
Usually it took a full-body massage or getting dicked for hours before Pentious went this goddamn limp.
He's goin' real deep today.
Groaning, Angel began to rock his hips again as he spilled even more wax over the previous layers, no longer holding to any specific color pattern or design. His last free hand grabbed the blue candle he'd left on the nightstand and with all four arms, he dripped as much as he could onto his gorgeous and ever obedient canvas.
Rainbow hurricane or sporadic mess, the four different colors clung beautifully to the curves of Pent's body, dripping down over his hips and sides like pastel rain. Even when the pigment softened and muted in its solid state, the visible black scales kept the layers looking nice and vibrant along the edges before their unique distinctions were ultimately lost to the swirling mass of thick wax.
Once all the liquid in the candles was spent, Angel stalled his hips and carefully set the empty stalks back on the nightstand. Then he straightened his stance and finally paused to take in the detail of his handiwork.
Below him was a masterpiece. Long chains of color and loud splashes crudely intersected one another all while muscle and bone alike were fully encased in the wax like a living goddamn sculpture. The entire piece only encompassed a fraction of Pentious' ridiculous spine, but it served to perfectly highlight the width of the snake's shoulders and hips, the steep slope of his back, and Angel's favorite part: that tiny fuckin' waist.
"Fuck, Pen…" Angel murmured, gently trailing his fingers down over the wax that had dipped into the small crevices of the snake's ribs and vertebrae (careful not to crack the smooth surface). "You should see what this looks like." He then paused and chuckled, reaching out to grab his phone from where he'd left it on the other side of the bed. "Actually, hold still fer a second."
Biting his lip, Angel shifted up to stand on his knees as he raised his mobile to get the best possible angle. Pent didn't respond (or even react) and simply remained in position as Angel snapped a few pictures from above and then leaned over to get some profile shots along either side of his body.
But as pretty as the wax was on its own...there was still something missing.
Angel grunted as he reached down with one of his lower hands, freeing his weeping cock from his panties (which were pretty much soaked with pre and more than just a little bit of sweat at this point) before sitting back onto Pent's hips. The length of his pink cock was a bright beacon even when framed by the colorful wax and Angel couldn't help but take a few pictures of that too before grabbing the base of his shaft and pumping hard.
He leaned over Pentious, panting as he jerked himself off onto the snake's spine with one hand while the remaining three caged themselves around the other Demon's prone frame. "You're doin' so good, babe," Angel purred, nibbling the edge of Pent's hood as he curled his fingers into the fabric of the towel spread out underneath them. "Just stay nice an' still while I paint you up all pretty-like."
Huffing loud, Angel squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his brow to the back of Pentious' head, grounding himself as much as he could against the snake without putting any direct pressure on Pent's spine. It'd be a damn shame to ruin the painting before he got to apply the final touches.
Not that he was going to be able to last much longer. Just having Pent so damn loose and pliant underneath him was enough to get Angel right up to the edge.
He'd done this to Pent.
The snake had let Angel do this to him.
Angel snarled and aggressively stripped his cock as precum clung to his fingers, messily dribbling over the hard layers of wax in thin translucent strings. "Pen, shit…" he gritted his teeth in a tight line as the molten knot of his stomach began to unravel at the seams, tugged loose by Pent's submission as much as his own hand. White cum spat out across the colorful lines of wax as Angel's hips bucked, his fist clenching tight around the pulsing head to milk it for every last drop.
In the aftermath, Angel couldn't hear anything aside from his own heartbeat pounding against the inside of his skull, but slowly he began to take deep even breaths as he rode out the final waves of his orgasm. He pressed his wet lips to the top of Pent's hood, smearing his mouth against the scales all while his body quaked above the suspiciously quiet snake. When even his arms began to tremble, Angel pushed himself back to sit on his calves, not wanting to collapse against Pentious and destroy everything he'd spent the last 40 minutes working toward.
He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision and then stared down at the thick streaks of cum that slowly pooled in the dip of the snake's lumbar, a mark completely distinct from the rainbow wax that coated Pent's skin. "That is hot as fuck," Angel groaned, blindly feeling around for his phone and untangling the device from the silky black sheets. As he took one final picture, he heard a soft moan and Angel paused, reaching out with two of his free hands to brush over Pent's stiff arms. "I know, baby. I'm gonna take care of you now. You did good," he assured, leaning down and kissing the back of the snake's head.
Lifting a corner of the towel up, Angel wiped away as much of the cum as he could before he began to break apart the wax running across the length of Pent's spine. The cast quickly splintered under the pressure, cracks webbing out along the curves and crevices before splitting in the center to reveal a black valley deep underneath.
Angel carefully broke the larger sections into smaller and more manageable chunks before sweeping them off to the side and onto the towel. As more and more skin was revealed, Angel began to lay kisses across the solid expanse of Pent's back. His scales were still hot to the touch from all the minor burns he'd received, but there didn't seem to be any parts that were overly sensitive or visibly damaged from the process.
Another needy moan cut through the silence as Angel finished clearing the majority of wax from Pentious' skin and then the snake's shoulders began to shift, muscle rolling under the scales in a tired stretch. "Yeah, I know. That was a lot," Angel purred, "But let's get you some relief before we stretch it all out, ok?"
Pentious whimpered, all his eyes still closed even as Angel slowly rolled him over to lay belly-up against the dirty towel. Sighing, Angel leaned into Pent's chest and stroked over the other man's scaly cheek with one of his clean hands. "Pen, can you open your eyes?" he asked softly, letting his other palms drift down to rest against the snake's sternum and abdomen, tracking Pent's pulse and the pauses between each breath.
Angel bit his lip as Pent's mouth twitched at the request (though his eyes remained firmly closed). He honestly couldn't tell if Pent was scared or still in too deep, but it wasn't a good sign regardless. "Come back to me, baby," Angel whispered, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his boyfriend's lips. "C'mon, it's alright…"
He held there for a few beats, simply caressing the sides of Pentious' face with his upper set of hands while he kissed the snake. It was a chaste thing, close-mouthed and soft, but after a minute or so Angel felt Pent begin to shift underneath him as he slowly coaxed the snake into responding.
When Angel finally pulled back, he was greeted to the very welcome sight of Pentious' red eyes, half-lidded and glassy with arousal, but open. "Hey there, sleepin' beauty…" Angel teased, grinning down at the other man. "Ya had me real scared there fer a second."
Pent swallowed hard, but didn't retort as his slit pupils flickered rapidly across Angel's face, talons twitching helplessly against the wax piled up on either side of his tail. Angel kissed him again and let his lower hands trace the bulging pouch of the snake's leaking cloaca. "I know, Pen," Angel said as he pressed down on the thick yellow scales, both members easily slipping through the loosened slit. "You look like you're already right there. So let's go ahead and get you over the hump."
Pent remained silent and continued to stare up at him, broad chest heaving with deep labored breaths as the spider's knees cradled his wide hips. Angel leaned down and took the snake's shaking arms, dragging them around his own shoulders as his lower set of hands clasped both of Pentious' weeping cocks and began to pump. "I gotcha. Ya just gotta let go, Pen."
Slowly, Pent nodded, his pupils still blown impossibly wide as he tightened his grip around the spider's upper back while the tip of his tail coiled up the length of one of Angel's calves. The open need in Pent's expression was intoxicating and Angel bit down hard on his own tongue, resisting the temptation to take yet another picture while Pent was so damn wanton. Instead, he squeezed the two slick members trapped in his fists, watching as Pent let loose a low whimper and arched up into his body.
"I got you," Angel assured in a husky whisper as he pressed his mouth to the snake's, swallowing all the tiny moans and grunts before they could leave Pent's lips. Pent's thrusts were weak and loose, but Angel didn't slow down, giving the other man no quarter as he jacked him through each beat of his rapidly pounding heart.
He was so focused on Pent's face that Angel barely felt the snake's entire body twitch and shudder underneath him. It was only when warm cum jetted out over his knuckles and splattered against the yellow scales of Pent's belly in messy white strands that he realized they'd run out of train track. Reluctantly, Angel slowed his wrists and unfurled his grip, wiping both hands off on Pent's cum-streaked abdomen. "Good boy," Angel cooed, kissing the corner of the snake's mouth as Pent panted heavily beneath him. "You did so fuckin' good, baby."
Pentious gave a weak nod, his red eyes sliding closed again as he gasped for air with his arms still languidly draped over Angel's shoulders.
Angel smiled and kissed across his cheeks before pressing even more affectionate pecks to the hollows of the snake's throat and collarbone. "How you feelin', Pen? Ya want somethin' ta drink?" he asked, tracing his index finger around the half-lidded eye in the center of Pent's heaving sternum. "Water, tea-?"
"Wine," Pentious groused in a raspy voice, purposefully needling his talons into both of Angel's scapula. "I need a real drink after all that."
Angel snickered and grinned, pushing himself up as Pent's arms slid off his back and onto the mattress, fingers extending past the width of the snake's flared hood. It may have taken a while, but Angel was man enough to admit that he was more than a little relieved to see the return of his boyfriend's blunt sass. "Ya want red or white?"
For a moment, Pent was quiet, but then he clicked his tongue and murmured, "Pink…" which earned him an amused snort from Angel as the spider began to untangle the snake's tail from his left leg.
"Never took ya fer a rosé kinda fella...but whatever you want, baby," Angel said with a shrug as he picked up his phone and texted the eggs down in the kitchen. Request sent, he glanced down at the piles of broken wax on either side of Pent's body and let out a long whistle. "Damn, I guess the towel was a pretty good idea. We didn't even get cum on the sheets."
"Don't bother trying to wash the wax from the fibers," Pent said, lifting one hand to roughly scrub the heel of his palm across his face. "Just send it straight down to the incinerator."
Angel nodded and then pulled up the pictures he had taken, laying next to Pentious as he flipped through the album. The snake frowned as he curled into the spider's chest, looking over the various shots of his own back plastered in splotches of colorful wax. "You are not to post those or share them with anyone," he reminded, wincing at the final image which proudly displayed a pool of Angel's cum trailing down the dip of his spine. "The general public has no need for any nudes or lewds of yours truly." He lifted one arm and pointedly tapped the tip of Angel's beaky nose. "Understood?"
"Oh the public's got plenty of need," Angel said with a laugh, curling his tongue against the inside corner of his mouth. "But don't worry. This shit is just fer my private stash, Pen." He kissed the pouting snake and exhaled softly as he turned off his phone. "Y'know, this did mean an awful lot to me," he murmured, lifting his chin to meet Pent's tired gaze. "So...thanks for tryin' it out even though all that shit is a bit outside your wheelhouse."
Pentious snorted and dismissively slapped the tip of his tail against the bed, causing a few loose chunks of wax to bounce over the side of the mattress and tumble onto the floor. "Surely you must be joking?" he said, continuing to scoff even as a small playful smile broke through the thick veil of sarcasm. "I was unaware that waxplay was such a highly coveted fetish."
Angel shook his head, reaching one arm up to comb over Pent's hood with his fingernails. "It ain't about the wax, asshole," he said, pinching the edge of the thin membrane before gently massaging over the spot with his forefinger and thumb. "What I meant was you handin' over the reins. I know you're a big control freak so...every time you do let me be the boss-" Angel paused, once again meeting Pent's soft stare in the dim candlelight. "Anyway, just know that I don't eva take this sorta crap for granted."
For a moment, Pentious was silent, his pupils flittering over the spider's face indecisively before finally locking into place. "Well...I wouldn't participate in the first place if I didn't trust you," he admitted, mouth curling at the corners. "So make of that what you will."
Before Angel could respond, Pent sat up and scowled down at the mess of wax chips and melted towel fibers that lay below them. "Though next time, we should utilize a plastic sheet instead of fabric. It will make for a much easier cleaning process." He grunted and stretched out his elbows while Angel stepped out of the bed and used all four palms to sweep any loose flecks of wax onto the towel in question.
"Does that mean you liked this enough to do it again?" Angel asked with a raised brow, reaching out and dragging Pentious to the edge of the mattress by the armpits before he helped the snake up to stand. "Cuz I gotta lot of designs I wanna try out and you make for a real fuckin' pretty canvas." He winked and Pent rolled his eyes even as he leaned into Angel for support.
"What do I get in return?" Pent drawled, letting Angel lead him to the bathroom where the spider began to draw a bath, dumping some lavender salts into the basin along with a few cap-fuls of bubble solution.
Mixing the water as it rose, Angel turned to look at Pentious and dramatically clasped both sets of palms together, interlacing his fingers. "My eternal love and devotion." He wobbled his lip childishly as Pent groaned before he dropped the act and added, "-along with all the blowjobs you could ever fuckin' want. Sound fair?"
Once the water was high enough, he helped Pent into the tub and watched as the snake immediately sank down until even his collarbones were submerged under bubble-laden water. "You are rather skilled with your mouth…" Pentious admitted as Angel discarded his dirty panties, dropping the lacy red fabric onto the tile as he stepped into the tub and cuddled against the snake's side. "I'll have to take your offer under careful consideration."
Angel snickered and dragged Pent into a kiss as the door to their bedroom opened and several eggs walked in, carrying a tray of two glasses, an open bottle of rosé, and a pint of ice cream topped with a single spoon. Pent pulled back from the kiss and glanced at the pint, quirking one eyebrow curiously. Angel sighed and straightened up to take the tray. "You're gonna need somethin' to eat, babe. All this heat and alcohol is gonna send you crashin' in a little while." He poured them both a glass of wine, handing the first to Pent along with the pint of slowly melting ice cream. "So c'mon and drop the pout already. Besides, vanilla's your favorite."
"It is…" Pentious agreed as Angel handed the empty tray back to the eggs and thanked them before the group scuttled back out of the bathroom and closed the door behind them. "But this is hardly a substantial meal or even a nutritionally dense snack."
Shrugging, Angel took the pint back and dug the spoon into the soft creamy mixture. "Stop whinin' and just let me pamper you, ya jackass." He lifted the spoonful to Pent's lips and added, "You went real deep today and while it got me hard as a rock it was also kinda fuckin' terrifyin'."
Pent blinked and stared at Angel for a moment. "Was it really that bad?" he asked quietly. "Were you worried for me?"
Angel shrugged and pressed the spoon to Pent's mouth. "A little…" he admitted as Pent finally parted his fangs, allowing Angel to slip the ice cream inside. "It all worked out in the end. Just had to be a bit patient."
The snake hummed and nodded as he closed his teeth around the utensil, languidly sucking the ice cream off the end of the spoon. Angel's breath unconsciously hitched as he watched the other Demon eat, only a curtain of bubbles hiding his cock as it twitched against the loose bend of his thigh. Goddamn...
Of course, while he would love to get another round going in the tub, it wasn't a smart idea considering just how deep Pentious had gone this session. Part of him wanted nothing more than to overwhelm the snake and see him fall to pieces, but at the same time, Angel didn't want to be left holding a bunch of broken shards that he could never hope to put back together again.
As Angel mused, Pent lifted his glass and swallowed a mouthful of wine, chasing the sugar away with the much tarter alcohol. When his eyes met Angel's over the glass rim, Pent paused and then shyly licked his lips. "What? Is there something on my face?" he asked, reaching his free hand up to subconsciously brush over his yellow fangs.
Shaking his head, Angel leaned over and pressed a playful peck to the snake's nose. "Nah," he said, smiling softly. "Just your face." He then dug the spoon back into the pint and took a bite for himself as the snake chuffed and shrugged dismissively. After a minute, Pent leaned his head into Angel's shoulder and the spider let out a deep sigh, lifting his upper arm to wrap around Pent's back in a loose embrace.
They sat quietly in the bath, drinking and passing the ice cream back and forth between them until the water went cold. Then Angel helped Pent out of the tub and into his green silk robe but before Pent could escape the bathroom, Angel hugged the snake into his chest and held on tight until Pent began to squirm and loudly complain about the mess they'd left on the bed.
He'd had never had a sub quite like Pentious.
The snake was stunningly beautiful to watch when he was trapped in the peaceful slumber of subspace.
But Angel loved him all the more when he finally woke up.
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