Chapter Seven
Scott
Nervous, Scott had never been that in his life. He was a big, dangerous demon.
Can you hear yourself? You, a big dangerous demon. That is not what we are at all. Our honey bear wants to show us his den, so behave, or we’re never going to get to the naked shimmy with our cutie.
Naked shimmy! Can you hear yourself? And what do you mean, behave? What are you insinuating?
That your anal-retentive behavior will piss off our blissful one. He’s already insecure about how he looks and dresses. Did you listen to him at all?
Of course I did!
Then don’t go all clean freak on him. This is us getting cozy and—
I get the damn picture. Which means you need to stop being a bossy fucker and let me out.
Yeah, not so sure about that.
Do you think our honey bear wants to be having a ‘naked shimmy’ with your blue ass? It was a genuine question. They matched in size to their bear, and sex in their demon form was common practice when size wasn’t an issue. Scott had years of ridicule about the color of his demon and wasn’t comfortable showing his pale blue body, not even to his blissful one—or not yet. Even though he already had.
Didn’t you see he wrapped his shirt around us so no one else got to see what we had to offer? He wants our blue ass for himself.
How do you know he wasn’t just hiding it so others couldn’t judge him for getting the blue reject?
A hand waved in front of their face, and they blinked at George, who had a wrinkle at the top of his nose that hadn’t been there before. “You okay? You zoned out on me. I’ve been talking to you for the past minute.”
Scott pushed his demon half aside and forcibly shifted, getting an amused look from his honey bear when he noted the suit he wore. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to be rude. I was having a discussion with my demon.” He kept his voice polite because he was sorry. He was showing a terrible example of poor behavior, and didn’t want his blissful one to think he was rude.
Save me now! His demon did a dramatic slump, and Scott floundered when bushy brows arched up under messy bangs. Were those twigs in his hair?
Don’t you dare start! His demon pushed to come back out and Scott felt sweat bead on his skin beneath his shirt.
“Are we gonna go into my place?”
Blushing, Scott glanced out the window, hanging on tooth and nail to his demon side to stop him from appearing. He nodded, feeling his hair fall messily around his face. This really was not how he wanted to present himself to his blissful one.
The enormous bear reached for the door handle, and a second later, bare-chested, he got out. Distracted by all the smooth, golden skin on show, Scott’s body warmed in a fashion most definitely not suitable for a sidewalk. He groaned under his breath and pushed at his cock to make sure it didn’t tent his trousers. The shirt their blissful one had given them sat under his ass.
George held the door and waited for Scott to exit. Scott felt his blush deepen as he gave George a shy smile at the gallant gesture. He exited, holding on to the shirt, keeping it in front of his slacks. He didn’t sigh aloud at how his rearranging hadn’t been successful because of his current situation, which was obvious because he was harder than ever before.
On the street, he looked up at the small house that had several window boxes outside full of flowers. The place, though a little shabby around the edges, spoke to Scott of a home well-loved. It appealed in ways he couldn’t explain when he could smell his bear and the pretty flowers.
“This way,” George rasped and sauntered to the front door.
Scott hesitated and then ducked his head back into the car. “I’ll call you when I need you.” Clueless how long they’d…
He shut the thought down when his ass clenched at the lack of knowledge about what George would expect from him. The car door clicked shut, and Scott took a deep breath, chasing after George.
Inside, George waited for him. The place smelled much the same as outside. Flowers and bear made for a heady combination when Scott closed the door behind him. Now he had the driving need to touch George. Only he wasn’t sure how to go about that. Sex with strangers was far easier when they did it clothed and in a dark space, no one could see him.
“It’s not much, but it’s home,” he muttered, sounding defensive.
See, he’s picking up you’re not impressed.
Honestly, you know I’ve said nothing, and I wasn’t thinking about his home in that way.
You don’t need to say a damn word!
You’re making me nervous, stop it.
“Come in, I won’t bite…” he swung around, his chest rippling and catching the light from a window, “unless you want me to,” he said, chuckling.
Was that a question he should answer?
Could he be trying to break the ice? He’d seen his demon side naked, he knew what they looked like. Oh, to the demon gods, this was so hard to figure out!
“I was joking,” George said after the silence went on for too long.
Scott was at a loss and flapped the hand holding the shirt around like he was trying to draw a bull to him. He found he couldn’t look away from the intriguing man licking at full lips the bushy beard didn’t conceal. Would it tickle his skin? “I don’t mind if you like to bite,” he blurted out, needing to say something.
So lame. What are you playing at?
Who the hell knows? he exclaimed, feeling completely out of sorts and unsure if letting his demon back out was the best course of action.
“Erm, right, yeah.”
Was that a yes he liked to bite?
Quit with that and just get naked so we can—
Honestly, we need to get to know our blissful one.
That hard cock trying to escape those pressed pants says differently. I had him right where we wanted him, and you’re ruining it.
“Can I have a cup of tea?” Scott felt his demon roll his eyes before he groaned.
“Right, a drink.” George’s brows rose, and his nose wrinkled. “Let’s go through to the kitchen.” He pointed down the small hallway to an open door, and Scott was back to staring at the magnificent chest he itched to touch. Scott tugged on his shirt collar, which felt way too tight around his neck.
Back to blushing, he seriously considered that he had no option but to let his demon out. He at least wasn’t a total moron when it came to… wooing our honey bear.
He followed behind George, doing his best to keep his gaze from roaming down to the ass that his pants fitted snuggly. That was not where I was going with that, and you know it.
Let me out.
No. With how his demon was so focused on the naked parts of their bear, they would be naked before he could consider his next move.
You are, too.
Scott didn’t feel his demon warranted an answer. It made sense to the rational side of him that he should be the one to remain in control. The last thing Scott wanted was to frighten off their bear again. He’d run before.
Scott eyed George, unsure of his moves. The bear had beautiful eyes. Should he say that? Would that encourage him to make the first move?
He had never been the demon who chased after a guy for sex. He didn’t enjoy being the aggressor. Being a demon, many made the wrong assumption about him. Would Fate have given him…
“Do you like honey in your tea?” George asked, breaking Scott out of his head.
Having come to a stop in a large, open-plan living space, Scott noticed how a cluttered counter split the room in two. The word ‘den’ suited the room. Pillows, cushions, and fleecy looking throws covered the furniture that was large enough to make sitting in either of his blissful one’s forms easy. It looked like a great place to snuggle with a view of the large screen TV on one wall or the windows that overlooked what appeared to be a closed in garden. Homely sprang to mind once more. Scott’s childhood home had been sterile. No knick-knacks or trinkets. George had plenty, and though they didn’t appear in any kind of order, and Scott itched to make them appear more orderly, he liked the feel of the place. Unexpected.
The sound of George clearing his throat brought Scott’s gaze back to the man who was now standing, watching Scott closely. “Tea… do you, erm, want some honey in it?” he asked again.
Could he really be any more moronic? “I don’t really want tea right now…”
George took another step closer, reaching out, he took hold of the shirt in Scott’s hand. “I’m not a romancing type, I don’t have fancy words for you like I’m sure you’re used to—”
“I’m not.” Scott blushed and apologized. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted, continue.” He let go of the shirt and cringed on the inside when George tossed it onto the nearest chair. His demon was tutting dramatically.
“Me and my bear, we…”
Scott couldn’t stand it any longer and lunged forward—or it was more his demon—and planted his lips on George’s. They both groaned, and Scott couldn’t find it in him to be cross with his demon half when George tasted so good. Warm spice heated Scott’s blood, making it thrum with life. His blissful one.
Ours.
Scott became lost in the kiss, starving for the affection of his blissful one, his bear.
He groaned and parted his lips in invitation. George clasped him tightly, pulling him closer. Heat, overwhelming heat, coursed through him. Despite their sizes nearly matching, George hooked his hands under Scott’s ass and hefted him up with an ease that caused Scott’s heart to flutter in his chest. The smell of the forest clung to his skin, and Scott breathed in the earthy scent, his cock bucking hard.
Huge hands held onto his ass, and Scott—maybe his demon—removed his clothes with a thought. Then Scott was groaning at the feel of rough finger pads touching him.
“So soft, yet firm.” George squeezed his ass as if to make his point, but not hard enough to hurt. “Seems as you’re naked and we’re… like this… I-I want you. Want to claim you,” George murmured against his mouth, not letting up with the kissing. “Is that okay?”
Worry came through, and Scott did his best to drag his thoughts up from another part of his anatomy. If he could get his brain to work and his lips to form words, he’d answer. George gazed at him, clearly seeking an answer, and Scott was back to blushing furiously. His brain was on the fritz! “Please,” he croaked out.
Scott’s whole body lit up like a damn torch when George didn’t put him down, but instead carried him out of the room. His demon was so damn excited he was dancing about doing a booty wiggle.
Honestly, stop, you’re putting me off.
As if, he scoffed back, but he did stop, thankfully. His presence remained, and Scott accepted his demon side wanted this as much as Scott did, even if he struggled to say it.
He was on fire. There was no part of him left untouched. Even his cock got a sensual massage thanks to the muscled abdomen it had gotten trapped against.
Even his curling toes felt it. Before they crested the stairs, Scott was embarrassingly close to coming. The beard, silkier than he had considered it would be, rubbed at his skin, warming it and making it tingle as George moved through a doorway. Scott had no chance to look around as his back was placed on a mountain of softness, and George caged him, his mouth pressing against Scott’s as his body pushed Scott into the mattress. Tongues stoked together, the tickle of the beard added something to the kiss, and Scott whimpered with how good it felt. The plump lips moved and glided like they were dancing with him. George changed the angle of the kiss and sucked gently on Scott’s tongue. The tug traveled straight to his aching shaft. It throbbed as he ground up against solid muscle. The silky texture of skin sliding against his spread the fires through him until his body was alight.
Unsure which way was up, his hips cantered forward, rocking, seeking more friction. His demon half whimpered with how much they wanted to come.
Not me!
“What do you like?” George’s growly rumbled words made Scott nearly shoot his load. He whimpered once again, at a loss for an answer.
“Anything,” he managed to say past the dryness in his mouth when George looked at him like he could feast on him for days.
Let’s hope so.
You’re ruining it.
“So pretty,” George murmured gruffly, rolling off to the side so he could trail fingers down the exposed flesh to his cock. He rubbed the sticky tip, and Scott groaned, his eyelids fluttering to match his trembling insides.
His bear shimmied down the bed and, in a move that left Scott speechless, deep-throated his cock. He wasn’t small, fuck no, but his blissful one had his nose buried in Scott’s groin, sucking, slurping so good Scott’s balls tightened and throbbed in delight.
Scott let his legs fall apart and George took full advantage as wet fingers slid under Scott’s balls. He groaned anew, struggling to drag in a breath at the light touch to his taint, then down to his hole. Slick fingers touched the rim, pressing, circling in a maddening slow tease until he was ready to blow and beg. “I’m gonna come,” he confessed, too far gone to be embarrassed by his confession, when it was all he wanted.
George sucked harder, and a finger breached his ass. The added sensation of the intrusion was too much, and his brain shut down as cum hit the back of George’s throat.
His groans sent vibrations straight to Scott’s clenching ass as he rode the best high of his life.
Drenched in sweat and spent, he then moaned in limp delight at the tongue cleaning his flaccid cock and the continued glide of George’s thick digit in and out of his ass.
Slowly finger fucking him, George used his magical tongue to bring his cock back to life. He was fully hard by the time George appeared satisfied with the tonguing he’d given him while stretching his ass.
Feeling empty and aroused, Scott wanted nothing more than to climb on top of his blissful one and…
Don’t be selfish!
“Do you want me t-to… y-you know?” Scott stammered and blushed as George came up the bed, flushed with cum on his beard and still wearing his trousers and boots on the bed!
To the demon gods!
George stroked his beard, removing the smear of cum, his big, beautiful eyes watching him closely. “What do you want?”
Scott hardly had control of himself, never mind his demon, at such a question. His demon pushed. “To ride you,” he murmured past the tightness of his throat, his demon envisioning the bear's teeth sinking into their flesh and them reciprocating with that juicy, fat cock in their ass that outlined his blissful one’s trousers.
George got off the bed, and Scott didn’t look away as he stripped. It was hard not to get up and pick up what George had dropped, but the second he kneeled on the bed, nothing else mattered. He nudged Scott over and lay down on his back. The bed Scott noticed was big enough to hold them both easily. “Is this how you see me?”
“Yes,” he whimpered. This was like nothing he had experienced, and his demon’s eagerness was catching.
George opened his arms wide, and Scott eagerly rolled into them, he had barely touched George before he took hold of his hips and lifted him effortlessly to swing him over the glorious cock waving in the air beneath him.
The head of his cock rubbed pre-cum against his hole where the lube George had used to stretch him remained. The pressure of the wide head breaching him made everything narrow down to his blissful one. Powerful arms bulged under Scott’s weight, and a fine layer of sweat made his bear’s skin glow. His features were taut with the effort and the time he gave Scott to adjust to the huge cock splitting him in half in the best possible way.
His cock dripped onto George with every inch that slid into him. When Scott’s knees touched the covers, he was gasping for breath and ready to blow his load once more.
Work roughened fingers stroked up his sides once Scott settled atop George, their gazes locked. The scent of sex thickened the air in the room. A long moan escaped when George rose up, shifting the cock in his ass.
“Fuck, you’re so big.”
A smile more wicked than before creased the bear’s cheeks. “I’m thinking just the right size for my mate.”
Scott shuddered at the possessive tone. He clenched his ass and ground down until it tore a moan from George. He came closer, his hot breath on Scott’s throat, so he tilted his head back in offering, moving his hips in a slow roll.
At the feel of teeth grazing the base of his neck, Scott shivered, pushing closer.
“Mine,” George uttered against his flesh. Teeth sank in deep, and Scott’s whole body locked tight. His ass clenched down so hard he was sure that he’d have an imprint of his blissful one’s cock permanently inside him.
His eyelids fluttered closed at the spiraling tendrils of desire he became embraced by. They stroked his skin, flowing freely through him, over him. His heart raced to catch up when George slipped a hand between them, taking hold of his cock and stroking his shaft firmly. His wrist twisted the head, and Scott’s balls ached with the need to come.
George sucked on his neck, drinking his blood, and Scott lost his goddamn mind. They now belonged to each other. Never had he hoped to make such a connection after being shunned by many, but his heart now belonged to his honey bear. As the thought registered, cum splattered George’s upper body. Scott didn’t see it, but there was no way the man crowding him could escape when Scott’s demon was moaning like a ten-dollar hooker at the sight of their blissful one covered in their cum. The thick scent of sex hung between them.
The teeth had barely left his skin before Scott and his demon half were reaching up to clasp George’s shoulders. “Our turn,” his demon said before Scott could utter a word. It wasn’t their way, a touch was all that was needed to form the bond. Right in that moment, it meant nothing when they wanted their blissful one to wear their mark.
George exposed his throat. “Bite me,” he demanded in a throaty growl.
Scott’s cock gave made a valiant attempt to give more to his blissful one while he struck true. Blood filled his mouth, and he groaned low and needy in his throat as he swallowed, and he felt the cock in his ass thicken, making it hard to move, as cum pulsed deep in his ass.
I’ve been claimed by my blissful one!
His demon lay back and fanned himself. Why yes, we have. When can we do that again?