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Sure, he knows he wasn't one of the best guys in his life, ostentation and demonic pacts aren't exactly the example to follow. But even post-mortem torture should have its limits.

On his first day in hell, all he could feel was despair and repulsion, surrounded on all sides by those disgusting creatures with a nauseating smell, but to be honest, after a while he couldn't even care anymore, having become just another one of the herd with his little corner near a damp cave that stank of sulfur. No one disturbed him and he had his moment of peace counting the feathers of the crows that landed on the twisted trees that stretched nearby.

Until that damned day when he let himself be provoked by the different bird that, in addition to its different appearance, with the cool little hat that decorated its head, approached him, showing off its feathers and wide eyes. Bored as he was, he ended up following the creature that, like the perfect bait, attracted him to the ethereal figure that was waiting on the edge of the cliff.

And now the foolish demon finds himself here, trapped in a world that was too colorful for his eyes accustomed to the darkness. And to make matters worse, he has to play the role of court jester, entertaining the wave of humans that adore him and his group.

“Urgh, man, what’s the point of having a legion of hotties at your feet if we can’t even enjoy them?” The muscle-head huffs and throws himself on the couch he had grabbed first, almost crushing his legs. Luckily, he lifted them before they turned to crumbs. As revenge for disturbing his peace, he throws his legs over the other's lap, still keeping his gaze fixed on the rectangular screen with various functions that Jinu had given to each of them, ignoring the ugly look that Abby sends in his direction. "And who said you can't enjoy it? You just have to be smart enough not to get caught." His deep voice stops for a moment as he pretends to think seriously, even putting the little screen aside to look back at the other. "Now I see your point, you really are one of those who can't enjoy it” The amused smile that took over his lips is quickly replaced by a grimace when Abby grabs him, almost making them both fall to the floor.

"You idiot, you think you can get away with your smart-ass answers just because you have a cute face? I won't destroy you because Jinu would have a dramatic attack about all his effort for fame being destroyed." The pink-haired man growls, almost crushing Baby as he corners him against the couch. The younger demon certainly wouldn't let it go, just because the other is bigger doesn't mean he'll give in without a good fight, planting his foot adorned with a sickeningly colorful sock on the other's chest and trying to push him away, even knocking over some pillows with his sudden movements.

"As if you'd make it" Baby gasps smiling as he sees the other slip off the soft surface of the couch and hit the floor with a loud and regrettable thud, but again his happiness doesn't last long when a strong hand grabs him by the shin pulling his body towards the floor.

It doesn't take long for the two to become a tangle of limbs and growls until finally one of them emerges victorious, and as most of the time Abby proves to be the strongest, trapping the grumbling little thing with mint blue hair under the weight of his body.

"You know the rules, the loser has to please the winner" The pink-haired man practically purrs more than triumphant for his victory. Now that Baby thinks about it the idiot probably started the fight thinking about getting into his pants.

“I’m going to choke you while you sleep, you bastard.” He growls through his teeth, feeling his pajama shorts being pulled along with his underwear. His reddish cock, which had already begun to perk up since the little fight began, lets a few drops spring up and accumulate at its tip, almost dripping against the floor when his hips rock in surprise at the fingers that already begin to massage his rim.

“As if you’re going to end up with the best cock in this house, I know I’m the one that pleases you the most. How could anyone be better than me?” Abby continues to massage the younger demon’s rim, knowing that he likes to be pampered and teased even if he’d never admit it. His free hand lazily traces the younger demon’s body, caressing his sides and stomach, even briefly squeezing the cock that rests between his thin thighs, which to his delight elicits a low, deep grunt from that soft dirt lips.

“And soon you’ll be admitting it, like you always do when I fuck you deep like you love.” The phrase accompanied by the finger that enters his body makes him shiver, his arm reaching out to grab a pillow and place it under his head so that at least he doesn’t end up with a bad neck later. “Why so much talk? Do you need extra time to stand up, grandpa?”

He almost regrets his words when the other pushes two more fingers inside him, pushing and exploring his soft walls as if he didn’t already know them by heart, taking his time on purpose just to irritate him.

“I’m being a considerate hyung and letting my little sunbae get used to it. But since you insist.” Baby can’t see his face because of the position, but he knows that Abby has that hateful smile on his face when he removes his fingers from inside him and soon replaces them with the beautiful bulbous head of his cock that rubs against his trembling and eager entrance.

“Now be good and quiet for hyung” Abby leans over him whispering in his ear before starting to sink into his velvety interior, practically forcing him to accept it.

“Oh!….. fuck” The younger demon gasps opening his mouth not knowing whether to curse him more or moan due to the delirious mixture of burning and satisfaction of being filled. At least the brute seems to be charitable enough to give him a few moments to adapt before starting to work on what he promised.

Planting his forearms on the floor for greater support the older demon begins his thrusts, as he promised keeping them at a moderate speed but deep eager to hear that adorable cry soon. While his hips work his mouth engages in something different biting and licking the back of Baby's neck and shoulders until his sharp teeth leave their mark on the pale skin.

Baby is not proud of how little it takes for his body to give in, his legs losing strength and giving way until his weeping cock comes into contact with the cold ceramic, eliciting an uncomfortable whimper from his throat, the sensation burning his sensitive skin until it disappears completely, giving way to the pleasure that accompanies the friction of his cock against the floor soaked by his own arousal. It doesn't take long for the unified forces to make him reach his climax, further staining the previously perfectly maintained floor.

Behind him, Abby grunts as he feels him squeeze his entire length, the muscle of his velvety interior working around his cock as if to milk it, demanding that he fill it with his thick milk. "You're a greedy little thing" The demon growls one last time before releasing himself inside the other, feeling with satisfaction how his smaller body shudders as he receives his entire load.

When the feeling of total blankness leaves him he rolls onto his side pulling the smaller demon to settle with him on the floor, post-sex naps are always the best.

“You’ll be cleaning up all by yourself,” Baby grumbles as he buries his face in the crook of Abby’s neck, his hips moving slightly as he feels some of the bastard cum start to drip down where their bodies are still intertwined.

Abby just rolls his eyes, knowing how important having the final say is to the youngest of the group.

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Baby starts his day off well, surprisingly, no excessive sounds of chatter, music or even arguments. Only the peace of the large roof to grace his still half-asleep ears, stretching out he allows the delicious sensation of residual pain from yesterday's activities to run through his body, almost like an annoying reminder of how much being fucked helps to rid his body of any tension.

Deciding that his morning will be a little sabbatical time without the other noisy members he convinces his body to get up, glancing briefly in the mirror next to his bed he is relieved at his decent appearance, his partner seemed to be inspired after satisfying himself even taking the trouble to dress him in a full set of pajamas after washing him instead of just leaving him lying on his bed as he came into the world, as he normally does after washing after the shared moment of desire.

Entering the living room to head towards the kitchen, he tries his best to ignore the figure sitting on the couch staring at the rectangular screen he calls his phone. Everything seems fine. He makes his way smoothly to the kitchen where he opens the cabinets looking for the sugary balls he has grown accustomed to eating even though this is not a real need for demons. The high-calorie things are just deliciously addictive.

With the box in hand, he turns to get a bowl when he comes across the figure right behind him.

“I won’t take no for an answer.” The black-haired demon grunts, leaning forward in an threatening position. Baby knows that nothing good can come of this. He should have suspected the absence of the other members of the group, but instead he willingly exposed himself to the hungry beast in front of him.

“I already did it last time, find one of the others to humiliate themselves” He returns the growl but instead of trying to face the other like he did with Abby, his hands press the cereal box against his chest as he tries to run towards his room, almost bumping into the chairs at the counter where they usually have breakfast.

He can't even get close to the hallway of the rooms when Jinu grabs him in a tight hug, forcing him to stop his escape plan.

“It's going to be a quick live, we just can't let ourselves get left behind. Yesterday the girls went live and that's all everyone talks about on Huwitter” The damn old man doesn't even wait for an answer, dragging the two back to the couch, where he throws him on the soft surface while he prepares the phone and the lights for the live.

“Why can’t it just be you? I’m sure that would be enough to feed the price… or whatever you call it.” The youngest demon hates these live interactions. Sure, being adored is amazing, but not when everyone only knows how ask you to do cute things like a damn trained puppy. It’s unfair that he’s the biggest target of all this attention. Romance sometimes ends up being a victim, but most of the time, he’s the main target.

“Pride, and the more the merrier.” Jinu settles down next to him on the couch, snatching the box from his hands and placing it on the coffee table. “Now, better put on that cute expression because we’re going on”

He has no choice but to accept his role and please his passionate legion of fans. To his satisfaction, the human disguise they always use is in top shape, ensuring that he doesn’t have to go through the hassle of putting on makeup like they did that time for the photo shoot.

As soon as the screen signals that the live has started, the two of them open their biggest smiles, greeting those watching. For the most part, Jinu takes the reins of things, as always using his greater knowledge of human habits to guide them towards a pleasant interaction.

“Why is Baby in pajamas?” The older demon reads one of the comments that pass through the tide of words flying through the chat, then turns to face him as if expecting an answer. Probably a test to see how well he does without scripted and trained phrases beforehand.

“It just that Jinu Hyung was really bad, he didn’t wake me up in time!” Baby sighs, letting the magic happen, his soft features becoming pitiful without any effort. Soon the chat is filled with messages from fans following the flow of the joke, teasing Jinu for being an evil veteran and group leader.

“Aah! You can’t blame me, Baby looks so adorable when he sleeps, I felt sorry for disturbing him!” The perfect-looking man tries to defend himself, but the fans seem determined to side with the youngest for today.

“You’re right, pride! I was so excited to participate and give my best to you, our beloved fans. But Jinu Hyung just decided to be mean.” He and the chat join in to tease the leader for a while longer until the topic naturally flows to other subjects, ending with the two answering a few questions before ending the live.

“Satisfied with your moment of interaction?” The question escapes his lips as he extends his hand to grab his sugar balls, that little smile of someone who is satisfied with his antics planted on his lips. If he’s going to make a plot to bully the other members every time, he might even willingly apply for the next interactions with fans.

“Despite the unfair accusations made against me, I’m satisfied. We had a good number for a live where it was just the two of us.” Jinu leans against the couch, looking for the controller between the cushions. They might as well enjoy some silly series for the rest of the morning before he has to drag everyone to the training studio.

“You only got what you deserved for putting me through this right after waking up.” His voice comes out muffled and almost inaudible due to the amount of cereal in his mouth, his hand reaching out to grab the box when he feels himself being pulled towards the other. Snuggled up and stocked with treats, they focus their eyes on the large screen where a pitiful characterization of a demon is playing, it's always fun to watch how they are imagined by the wild minds of their favorite soul suppliers.

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At this point he has already accepted that the ridiculous situations he goes through have become everyday life, because again, how did he end up responsible for bathing Jinu's weird cat? Cats don't even seem to need to be bathed, not that the thing in front of him looks anything like a regular cat.

Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and the hems of his sweatpants he keeps his eyes fixed on the creature that pokes at the bottle of liquid soap on the sink, its huge yellow eyes wide with curiosity. At least the thing seems calm, luckily it will remain that way until he finishes bathing it.

"Okay, to the shower" Baby says with a bored tone hoping that the huge cat hears him, the feline in turn slowly turns its head in his direction staring at him with its mouth open. Damn luck, why did he have to pick the smaller stick?

"Go to the glass square" He tries again pointing towards the shower stall which like practically everything in this penthouse is unnecessarily large. Maintaining it’s previous posture, the feline continues to stare at him disturbingly without blinking. This is practically testing Baby's good will, which is always at its lowest.

Since words are not the solution, he will have to resort to the most brutal methods. Taking a deep breath, he rests his hands on the soft fur with beautiful blue stripes, initially applying little force. The feline may irritate him, but he also don’t want to hurt it. To his surprise, the spirit animal don’t move, not even when Baby tries to push it harder.

"Besides being disobedient, it’s also stubborn. Of course you are that idiot's pet." The tiger makes a noise from the back of it’s throat in response, a mixture of meowing and purring. He admits that it is a little cute.

Ok, he has a task to accomplish and an obstacle that prevents him from completing it. He needs a solution and asking for help is out of the question. He will end up as the butt of jokes for not being able to bathe a cat.

Keeping an uninterested expression Baby walks past the tiger until he reaches the shower where he leans against the wall, the creature's piercing gaze following him throughout his journey. Satisfied to have the attention on him he pats his thigh trying to call the tiger who just continues to stare at him without moving a muscle.

"Kitty kitty over here" The younger demon tries again resulting in yet another failure for the count. Why does the spirit animal have to make this so difficult for the two of them? His lips part in a frustrated sigh as the demon leans against the wall where the bath items are stored, the collision of his back with the shelf causing some items to fall. One particular bottle of shampoo falls upright against the ceramic rocking from side to side until it completely falls against the floor.

"Great..." Baby feels a tired sigh escape his lips his eyes closed in a brief attempt to not get angry, but his efforts to try to keep calm prove unnecessary when he feels something soft brush against his arm. Apparently the falling items caught the attention of the big cat who now pokes the shampoo bottle with it’s paw.

Missing the opportunity is not an option, taking advantage of the distraction he hurries to get the creature's bathing items consisting of a shampoo and conditioner that Jinu probably found at some of these pet’s big stores.

Turning on the shower would probably be faster but he doesn't want to take too many risks, the best option seems to be the shower head that he holds firmly in one hand, cautiously he approaches and presses the trigger to throw the jet of water towards the large expanse of fur. The bath itself does not prove to be the biggest challenge, to Baby's surprise the tiger behaves very well while he wets and soaps him, too focused on the shampoo on the floor to even look at him. In fact the challenge is to soap up that whole furry body without turning everything into a mess, everything started well but when he noticed there was soap spread everywhere, walls, floor and of course his body.

The mess was terrifying and when he finally manages to get all the foam out of the tiger's fur, the creature thinks it's a good idea to shake itself and make things even worse.

Despite the challenges, he still came out on top in the end, having dried the entire length of fur until the tiger became a big furry ball with a bow adorning its big fluffy head, a contrast to Baby himself who is soaked in his clothes and has a dejected expression. Time for him to fix himself.

Having already faced a lot today, he decides that he deserves the best and if that means stealing the huge bathtub from the leader's room, he'll be taking the risk. Luckily, the room isn't locked and he can enter the place without worry. The sound of the bathtub filling fills the bathroom as the demon gets rid of his wet and cold clothes.

When he's finally naked and has decided which shower gel to use, the bathtub beeps softly, alerting him to its full state. Baby settles into the warm water feeling his body relax almost immediately. Damn, this really is heaven. His body leans back against the edge as his eyes close in what he believes to be a brief rest. The sound of the water moving and the feeling of his body being handled is what wakes him from his nap, disturbed he tries to move until he is calmed by the familiar voice.

"I'm just getting comfortable, since my bathtub was stolen" The black haired demon whispers his larger body settling behind him before pulling him into his lap, strong arms wrapping around his waist.

"I'm just getting my reward for my effort" Baby retorts still angry at having dealt with with the task of taking care of the man's pet's bath. "Next time pay a damn pet shop".

"If only it were that simple" Jinu's chest trembles with his laughter, his hands already beginning to trace the younger demon's thighs and sides. He always appreciated how soft his body is, a contrast to his more acidic and provocative personality.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t even have to pay, just give one of those stupid smiles to the employees and they won’t even question it.” Jinu’s hands continue to explore the soft skin sinking between the thighs that spread to receive him, and he, as a polite man, will not deny the invitation. One hand rests on a knee, tilting it until the angle is better so that his fingers can easily access the little hole of joy, massaging it lightly at first until an elbow hits the side of his abdomen and he rushes to please the hurried demon.

“These younger generations and their impatience,” Jinu sighs dramatically, sticking two of his fingers in the greedy entrance that receives them eagerly, squeezing and trying to suck them deeper. Baby was so efficient in carrying out his task that today he decides to reward him, working his fingers to penetrate him at a fast pace with each thrust, massaging the spot he had memorized for so long.

“Fuck…… Jinu” Baby gasps weakly still half asleep from his abrupt awakening, with his head resting on his hyung’s shoulder he focuses his attention on the wave of pleasure that takes over him whenever his prostate is pressed. It doesn’t take long for his body to be shuddering, the heat of climax running through his body until he comes to his senses panting and aware of the hardness that rests beneath him. “You’re hard”.

“Don’t worry about it, you look tired” Jinu murmurs in his ear gently kissing the side of the younger demon’s head. Guiding his hand between their bodies he grabs his own member squeezing it lightly before guiding it to the now relaxed entrance.

“I can take care of that after you get some sleep” He pushes himself inside making the other gasp. “The water and my cock will keep you warm so rest so we can enjoy it later”.

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Baby knows they're blessed with the advantages demonic magic gives them, but lately it doesn't seem to be working out well. The group has a moderately sizable group of eager fans who absorb the things they post on their social media every day, but for some reason, this number isn't increasing, and measures need to be taken.

Of course, Jinu would make the most humiliating decision: participate in the summer event where several idols gather to perform, play with their fans, and, of course, cool off. It would be annoying enough to have to sing and get completely wet, but that's nothing compared to sneaking in to beg for scraps!

"We're not doing anything wrong, we're simply here to enjoy the festival." Jinu smiles, trying to instill confidence in the rest of the group, as if they weren't fully aware of what they really came here to do.

"Is handing out self-promotional flyers a human way to have fun?" Romance asks as he fixes his bangs in the portable mirror he stole from Abby's shorts pocket. Luckily, the other demon doesn't seem to have noticed, or chaos would have already ensued.

The leader's expression sours as he finds himself so easily exposed. How can people he cares about so much irritate him so easily? Taking a deep breath, he points to the entrance where several humans are gathering in groups to enter the event area. "Just pair up and go in."

Baby was ready to volunteer to be the one to be left alone. Before his lips could even part, a hand grabbed his and pulled him into the crowd, he barely recognized the purple strands before finding himself in line to collect the water guns being distributed by the staff. Sighing, he turns to face the eyes hidden by the demon's bangs. Mystery, for his part, simply offers him a smile and takes the two water guns handed out.

Lucky for him, Baby enjoys his company even on his worst moods. Mystery is quiet and usually busy with his own business, not bothering him with stupid actions or questions. Grabbing the offered gun, he follows the other through the crowd until they settle into a spot with a terrible view of the stage, the good seats long since occupied by the fanatical lunatics who worship their idols like gods.

"Are we really going to subject ourselves to this humiliation? There's no way that guy can know we didn't do anything." He shrugs as he observes the people around him disinterestedly. Mystery answers him with a long, silent look, no words are needed he himself knows that somehow Jinu always knows. The things he has to endure for something he didn't even willingly agree to. "Okay, give me the damn flyers."

Smiling, the two get lost among the people handing out their self-promotion with charming smiles and embarrassing, to say the least, phrases, mostly spoken by Baby, since his partner's whole thing is to be... well, mysterious. He's certainly jealous of him; literally the easiest role, all he does is hand out flyers, stay silent, and occasionally smile for photos while he has to submit to the humiliation of having his cheeks pinched. Why are there aunts in a place like this?

The attention of the group that has gathered around them is drawn to the speakers, which come to life as the first group takes their place on stage, cheerfully greeting fans. He bets it's all just a facade; there's no way anyone is excited to sing and get water sprayed in their faces. Baby planned to watch the show and criticize every little detail, but as has become customary, he never actually manages to finalize any of his plans. A jet of water hits him in the chest at full speed, wetting his shirt and making it irritatingly clingy. The offender smiles in front of him, aiming another jet at the same spot, the water now running down his body until it reaches his shorts. For the sake of his pride, he can't let it go on like this. Holding his water gun with both hands, he aims at the purple-haired threat, that barely dodg it.

The two run through the crowd, hitting each other and unsuspecting victims who end up in their way. In the end, their focus shifts to the silly battle, the initial plan completely forgotten.

When Baby and Mystery finally realize the time and run to the agreed-upon meeting point, they find their companions in the same state, soaked and with idiotic smiles plastered on their lips. Apparently, they weren't the only ones distracted by this exotic and banal custom. After wringing out their shirts and making sure the minivan seats don't end up soaked, they get into the minivan that Jinu probably acquired through suspicious means. He's sure none of them even have a driver's license.

Nestled against Mystery's shoulder he scrolls through the posts on Huwitter, apparently grown men running around and behaving like unruly children is a thing among humans.
Videos of them splashing each other and laughing are everywhere, clips of poses and reactions deemed funny are already being widely used. Baby doesn't know how to feel, while it's embarrassing how they portrayed him as an adorable and harmless deer being attacked when he's sure he was the one who landed the most shots, it's still impressive to watch how Pride is slowly becoming bigger. More and more people seem to be defending them in the comments on posts accusing them of invading the event just to steal attention from their favorites.

Of course, the 'haters' are right; they did indeed go there seeking attention, but they got in fairly. They certainly didn't pay, but they didn't sneak in either. They entered through the gate like everyone else and were playing around just like any other partygoer. They happened to attract attention and ended up gaining a reputation for being accessible by being so casually among the public.

Baby's fingers grip Mistery's soaked collar, pulling him in and sealing their lips in a lingering kiss that elicits a disgusted groan from Abby, who's sitting next to them in the minivan. The younger demon brushes aside the other's bangs to look into his eyes, Mystery responds with a look full of affection for the youngest member . "You did pretty well today, I'm sure we were the ones who got the most attention."

And with that simple sentence, chaos erupts in the minivan, with all the old demons competing to prove themselves the best.

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Their latest feat was a blast and garnered an even larger percentage of fans for their army, a true masterstroke if it weren't for the damn cold that decided to haunt Mystery. They don't even understand how the man managed to catch a cold being a demon, their metabolisms shouldn't be flawed like humans', but there's no denying the facts when there's a literal Mystery whining and refusing to get out of bed.

Baby sighs as he puts the glass of milk in the microwave, a tip he found on the internet while desperately trying to find a solution to this strange situation. Everyone is freaking out, not knowing what it's like to be sick for decades. He even heard whispers about digging a grave for the lost cause, which was quickly silenced by dirty looks. Who would have thought that having a member bedridden because of mere sneezes would lead to such chaos?

“The grave isn't a good option, but will milk solve things?” Romance snorts as he watches him from his judgmental perch, stroking his bangs for the thousandth time. Suddenly, Baby feels like using the razor in the bathroom for other things.

“You can always go to the pharmacy and ask what to give a demon with a cold.” Almost in perfect sync, the two roll their eyes, which honestly seems to disgust them both. It's hard to deal with your enemy when you both think alike. “Stop asking difficult questions and get the honey.”

“But seriously, it's literally milk and honey, how can that help?” Romance settles behind the younger demon, hugging him from behind as he watches him mix the honey into the glass of milk. To him, it really seems easier to let Mystery recover on his own than to clog him up with strange and meaningless things they saw on a glowing square screen.

“Are you doubting the old lady in the video? Pride will have to know that you hate old ladies, I wonder what they'll think.” A breathless giggle escapes his lips when he feels the other nibble his neck in the spots that everyone seems to have memorized. It's almost annoying how well they know how to disarm him.

“Are you going to tell them? I don't think we can have that.” Baby is easily lifted up so he can sit on the kitchen counter without difficulty, with Romance quickly taking his place between his legs, or trying to, since the younger man wouldn't be himself if he allowed the prize to be enjoyed without a fight. His legs cross over each other as he smiles crookedly.

“How insensitive to think of something like that when your partner is feeling ill in one of the rooms right next door.”Little jerk, lucky that Romance would never refuse a game of conquest. The harder to catch, the sweeter the fruit.

“Mystery, as selfless as he is would hate to know that we are holding back because of him.” Once again he tries to get closer, but this time more calmly. At first, his hands massage the calves of the blue-haired man, light squeezes accompanied by caresses. Romance never imagined he would appreciate the terrible existence of these beach shorts, despite their tackiness, they give him ample opportunity to appreciate the soft skin under his palms. “I'm just acting the way he would want us to act.”

Baby, for his part, leans back using his elbows as support, he's sure he knocked something over, but there's no way he's going to be the first to break eye contact. “How sweet of him to think of us even when he's throwing up his guts every few minutes.”

“Yes, so let's not waste his sacrifice.” With a little more pressure, he manages to uncross those stubborn legs, but this is nowhere near victory. Even with their bodies closer together, he keeps his touches balanced, not going beyond the knees. He knows that Baby is quite capable of pushing him away if he shows himself to be too eager for this.

Sharp blue eyes follow every movement of those well cared fingers, and despite the gentle touch, the traced skin shivers with each touch. When Baby plans to move one of his thighs away from his touch, his lips are caught in a tender kiss that demands his full attention. Despite his struggle to remain strong, he soon finds himself pressing his own mouth more eagerly until the previously gentle kiss becomes an attempt by both of them to devour each other. Victories are victories, even if they are small, and Romance will not fail to celebrate. His hands become bolder, fitting into the holes in his shorts, squeezing and scratching Baby's soft thighs until he elicits a gasp from the lips he devours. Each time they do this, he becomes more proud for someone who was once kicked in the balls he can now convince the younger demon in just a few touches.

Their lips part momentarily so that Romance can handle the other without any problems, pulling him by the thighs and making him settle with his back against the counter, so he can get rid of those terrible shorts without any problems. The piece of clothing flies across the kitchen, probably landing on something if the resounding noise is any indication. “I love that you're always so soft down here.” The older demon's hands reach out to catch the kick that is thrown in his direction. It never fails to elicit amusing reactions from Baby.

“You have three seconds before I go after my shorts.” Despite the clear threat, the bastard still dares to laugh. The use of the razor had better be considered carefully.

“Okay, now don't get angry.” Provocations are fun, but his cock is too hard to risk it. Kneeling down, he holds the younger man's thighs with his hands, using them to spread them apart and thus have better access to the other's cock, which, like his own, is proudly hard. Without ceremony, Romance swallows him whole, eliciting a delicious whimper from the back of the younger man's throat, the surprise being so great that Romance has to hold his thighs to keep them open.

“Fuck...” Baby bites his lips, throwing his head back, the mouth enveloping his cock so perfectly as if it were specially designed to accommodate it. It would be perfect if the other really did something other than just swallow him, but then it wouldn't be Romance. The bastard still wants to see him give in.

The older demon remains focused on his task of holding the other in his mouth until the thighs in his hands begin to tremble. “Romance...” Baby tries even though he knows the other won't give in until he truly begs, why does he have to have such a damn perfect mouth? “Please... I want to come.”

Although it was an almost inaudible whisper, the pink-haired demon accepts the request because he is also very desperate. With a line of saliva connecting them, he pulls his mouth away from the poor red cock. Standing up, he unbuttoned his pants, having to push them down due to the tight fit, and after so much waiting, his cock was finally free, swollen and ready for action. “Of course, dear, how could I ignore a request like this?”

“Then hurry up.” With no patience left, Baby tries to free his legs from their restraint, but is met with a squeeze, a reminder to stay still. This would definitely have him complaining if it weren't for the thrust that knocks the air out of his lungs. Although he is still soft, it burns slightly in the way he likes. The first thrust is just a warning that Romance is no longer in the mood for teasing. Supporting his weight on the hands that hold Baby's thighs, he proceeds to maintain a steady rhythm, the sound of their flesh colliding echoing through the kitchen, accompanied by grunts and sighs.

Arms stretch out, seeking to anchor themselves on the neck of the pink-haired demon, the rhythmic thrusting shaking the counter and causing the forgotten glass of milk to spill, the sensation of his shirt getting wet is barely noticeable to Baby, his mind too focused on every tiny sensation being ripped from deep within him. The cock that abuses his insides, masterfully hitting the bundle of nerves that drives him crazy. Digging his fingers into the skin he's managed to reach, the younger demon pulls Romance down, bringing him in for another heated kiss filled with bites and licks, saliva and blood dripping down their chins, until they are both forced to stop as the overwhelming sensation of orgasm take them, Baby being the first to give in, letting himself fall limp on the counter. Romance lasts a few more seconds before his body demands he stop to recover.

"I think we'll have to redo the milk," Romance laughs between heavy breaths, resting his forehead on the other's chest. "He'll survive," the other murmurs above him, already closing his eyes. Apparently, the pink-haired one will be the one to clean up.

In his room, Mystery stares at the ceiling with a stuffy nose and a terrible erection pressed against his thigh. The damn assholes have completely forgotten about him and don't even try to hide what they're doing.