Chapter 14
Fourteen
He sounded so sure of himself, and Peri wished he could believe him.
Most of his exes were excited at first, finding out about his insatiable appetite.
They thought after a while, they’d wear him out enough that things would slow down a little.
It never did. He was always a little horny, and when he was in a relationship, once a day was never usually enough for him.
His exes either took it as an insult or said there was something wrong with him, and they all eventually left when they decided he was too much to handle.
“Come on,” Wash urged, patting his hip gently to get him moving. “I’ll serve us up some food, and we’ll talk.”
Maybe it was better to be upfront. That way if Wash decided he didn’t want to deal with Peri’s…
issue, they could stop things now, and he wouldn’t be as heartbroken as he would be if they spent more time together, and Peri got even more attached than he already was.
It’d still hurt, and he’d probably spend a few days crying, but he’d get over it. He always bounced back eventually.
He watched as Wash plated their meal with calm efficiency, his cherry red skin on display along with all those tight muscles.
He was hiding a lot under those hoodies.
The man was ripped and probably spent a lot of time at the gym to get that kind of physique.
Peri couldn’t go to gyms. All the shirtless men getting sweaty was…
yeah, not a good idea. He’d never get anything done.
They sat together at the island on the mushroom stools that Peri had found at a farmer’s market.
He’d thought they were cute, and the way Wash’s mouth kicked up as he sat made him think Wash felt the same.
He pulled his legs up, sitting cross legged and dug into the meal, humming a little happy sound as the flavors hit his tongue.
Was it just him, or did it taste better because they made it together?
Wash didn’t rush him, but Peri could feel his eyes on him, and he knew the demon wouldn’t let it go. With a sigh, he twirled his noodles absently as he explained, “I… I don’t really know how to explain it.”
Wash grunted, still not rushing him, splitting his focus between Peri and his food to give Peri time to think.
“People explained it to me in different ways. My cousin says I have a high libido. My last ex said I had whore energy for days.” He put his hands up before Wash could stand, already growling and seething.
“He didn’t mean it as a bad thing. At least…
not at first. He was teasing. I think. Anyway…
” He started fidgeting, spinning back and forth on the stool top.
He’d been ecstatic to find out they did that the first time.
It was one of the reasons he’d bought them so fast.
Drawing in a deep breath, he blurted it all out.
“I don’t just like sex. I love it. I want it all the time.
When I said I could come as many times as you wanted me to, I meant it.
There’s something wrong with me, I can’t control it.
It’s just always there, this buzzing need inside me, and if I ignore it too long, the buzzing gets too loud, and I can’t focus on anything else.
It’s like an addiction, but not, because I know I won’t die from not having it, but it feels like it a little bit sometimes. ”
Wash had set down his fork while Peri was rambling and turned to face him fully, his expression serious and a touch concerned.
That only made Peri more anxious and he couldn’t get himself to shut up.
“Most of my exes thought it was fun at first, but they all got tired of me in the end. I don’t expect you to take care of me all the time, I have plenty of toys, but I’ll never not want it, and I really like you, and I don’t want to chase you away so if it’s too much you can just tell me, and I’ll–”
Without warning, Wash scooped Peri into his lap, wrapping his arms around Peri in a grip tight enough to make him squeak.
It was a little rough, but he loved it, because it helped with the panic bubbling up in his system.
He didn't get like this often, all spazzy and stressed out, he was the happy one, but he really liked Wash, and he was worried about losing him already. It’d only been a couple days since they met, and he was already attached.
He couldn’t hug Wash back with his arms pinned, so he made do with nuzzling his face against Wash’s shoulder, trying to hide the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He soaked in the comfort, hoping his rambling didn't make things worse.
“Peri… I almost don't want to ask this, but I think I know the answer. Were any of those exes demons?”
He shook his head, rubbing his face against Wash in the process, because he didn’t want to look up and see Wash’s reaction.
“I figured. And how much do you know about demon physiology?”
That made him frown, and he finally looked up, confused. “Um… Not much, I guess. Why?”
Wash’s face was relaxed and held no judgment, his words soft and rumbly as he spoke.
“Demons are the species most closely related to incubi and succubi. We can actually trace demon and incubi origins to the same realm, making it likely we were all one species at some point in time. While the exact reason we split is still unknown, there are some shared traits amongst both species.”
Peri listened with avid fascination, unsure where Wash was going with this but happy to hear him talk anyway. He sounded like a super serious professor, and Peri had the sudden urge to play professor and naughty student with him.
He squashed that thought down before it could get legs, forcing himself to pay attention.
“Horns, wings, tail, those are all physical traits we share, but a less known shared trait is sexual stamina.”
Eyebrows shooting up, Peri said, “You mean…”
Wash nodded without needing him to finish the question. “The only species with a higher stamina than demons is incubi. So believe me, if you need sex, I can take care of you.”
He was almost a little afraid to hope. He’d had exes before boast about their stamina and say they could keep up with him only to toss him aside a few weeks later when it got to be too much. But none of them had ever backed that up with scientific facts before. Still…
“Even if you can, you don’t have to feel obligated.
I know I can be a bit much and…” He trailed off when Wash silenced him with kisses.
Not frenzied passionate kisses like before, but the sweet drugging kind like when they were in the office, and Peri thought his mind would melt from the heat of them.
He let himself be distracted by Wash’s lips, deciding it was better to soak in as much time with Wash as he could before he eventually left instead of pushing him away now.
He slid his arms around Wash’s neck, his cock perking up despite the multiple orgasms he’d had an hour earlier.
Wash pulled away before things could get too steamy, resting his forehead against Peri’s. “Food first. You need to eat to keep up your energy.”
Excited anticipation zipped up his spine and his voice was a little dreamy when he asked, “And after?”
“After, I’m making you my dessert.”
He whimpered, trying to pull Wash down for another kiss, but Wash wasn’t having it. He moved Peri to one knee, dragging his bowl closer, and gave him a pointed look. “Eat.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Peri blurted, then slapped his hands over his mouth.
Wash smirked, pinching his ass lightly, but didn’t comment on the title.
He just focused on his food, keeping Peri in his lap as he ate, one arm settled comfortably around his waist. Peri had never felt more wanted than he did in that moment, like Wash wasn’t even willing to put him on the stool next to him, because he wanted him close and the stool was too far away.
They ate in relative silence, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was comfortable, with Wash rubbing small circles on Peri’s hip with his thumb. Despite being nearly the same height as Peri, his presence made him feel bigger, and Peri felt surrounded by him as they sat together.
By the time they were finished, Peri was practically vibrating, and when he spun to straddle Wash’s lap, Wash took it all in stride with a relaxed grin, and his hands on Peri’s ass.
While Peri was distracted with kisses, he felt a little flare of magic, like the room got a little warmer, then Wash was putting Peri's ass on the counter and the dishes that had been there a moment earlier were gone. Peri broke away, surprised to find the plates already in the sink without even a clink to mark their movement. When he spun around to face Wash again, the once-grumpy demon winked at him, tugging open Peri’s robe and stepping between his spread thighs.
“Demon etiquette usually says no one should touch our horns, but you might want to grab hold, because I’m not stopping until you’re screaming.”
Peri’s eyes widened, and he only had a moment to wrap his fingers around Wash’s horns before Wash swallowed his cock down and started sucking like a demonic vacuum. The pressure, the force, it was all too much and not enough at the same time.
“Wash, Wash, Wash…” he babbled, writhing as much as he was able with Wash’s hands gripping his hips. He wanted to lay back to truly bask in it, but wings were an issue and unless he laid perfectly still, he’d risk damaging them. And there was no way he could be still right now. Especially not when–
“Oh goddess, Wash!” he cried, curling in on himself a little.
The things the man could do with his tongue were pure wickedness.
And he was relentless, sucking and sucking until Peri was convinced he really was trying to suck his soul out through his cock.
That was a human rumor, wasn’t it? That demons stole souls? Maybe it had some validity.
He came with a shout, fingers tight around Wash’s horns to keep himself from flopping backward. When Wash finally released him, Peri was still panting, and he was pretty sure movement on his own would be impossible right about now.
“Where’s your bedroom, Peri? I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”