#..the Yang to my yin: Oren..

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Sable chirped quietly at the kiss and Oren let out a small snort before he rolled his eyes.

“If we choke, it won’t be the first time.” He spoke, but he was still careful for Sable. The white haired demon was everything for him, so he’d prevent any choking for both their sakes. After they finished up, Oren lifted Sable again and carried him to the bathroom.

The black haired demon playfully wolf whistled at Connor while Sable turned a soft pink and turned away.

“The bath smells nice.” Oren hummed as he sat Sable down and began to strip.

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Sable laid his head in the demon’s lap, his cheeks flushed a soft pink as he drunkenly smiled at the other.

“I love you so much…” He whispered quietly and reached to cup his face as Oren shot Connor an apologetic look.

“I didn’t think he’d drink anything while we were at the club-“

Connor was relaxing on the couch, enjoying a drink after work. Today had been a particularly delectable one, having found a perfect soul to corrupt and devour, all in one day. The innocent could be so trusting, so naïve, and in many cases, so easy to break. Kindness comes at a price, and if the receiver doesn’t pay, the one giving will, wearing down their minds until all they need is a little push.

However, he was disappointed to learn that his lovers were out for the night, having some fun on their own. Or working. Connor isn’t good at keeping track of which is which. Still, he hopes they’re having a good time. He wasn’t a fan of night clubs, and as he has gotten older, even the appeal he had for mosh pits while alive has died down substantially.

After a while, he heard his lovers coming through the door, turning and smiling at them, though he immediately noticed something was off with Sable. The other demon immediately crashed onto the couch, cuddling up against Connor’s lap. He stroked his rosy cheeks, cooing at him, "I love you, too. Why don’t you rest a bit?”

Turning to Oren, he cocked a brow, “And where were you?” Sable is such a light-weight. For what reason would he choose to drink? Did Oren tease him again? Did someone spike his drink?

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//The boys uwu Also did a spicer version with hickies, and I’m v proud cause it’s been forever since I’ve attempted 2 people together and the first time I’ve ever done hickies/bite marks!

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Inktober Day 1: Fish

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//Stopping on this for tonight because I finally got my sleep meds after a week and they’re kicking in now-

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//I did it and added Kaguya (Right) and Sable and Oren (Left)! Kaguya is the reason Min is the demon/pagan entity they are now while Sable and Oren are her servants who dutifully serve her. They often act as double the trouble, so i definitely recommend checking them out if you’d like your muse to get tag teamed ;p

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//I’m actually starting to like hands and it feels so weird to like them,,, Also, thank you to @howtodisassembleyourdeviant for the suggestion to change some hand positions!!

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//Probably gonna digitalize this later, but drew Sable and Oren together uwu

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Sable couldn’t speak before that tongue was invading his mouth and claiming him so passionately. It made him moan weakly and forget how to even think as his other hand grasped onto the back of Connor’s head for support.

Oren was just as eager to match Connor’s rough pace as the feeling of grinding against Connor’s cock and Sable’s hand added to his own pleasure. He found himself leaning down to bite Sable’s shoulder, which made the white haired demon gasp loudly into Connor’s mouth.

A small squirm was his only effort to warn the others as a second orgasm washed over him. He made a mess of his stomach, and the overstimulation quickly set in to make him whine and mewl like a bitch in heat. Which really, it didn’t feel like it was too far off in his current condition.

The demons growled as they ducked into an alleyway. They hadn’t anticipated getting injured by a low level being, and it was fucking horrendous that one of them was bleeding now. It’d be awful if another demon found them with Sable holding his side. They were thankfully hiding in human disguises, but it didn’t mean they weren’t on high alert.

When someone passed by the alleyway, Oren immediately assumed it was a threat.

“Stay the fuck back!” He hissed while looking back to the other demon. They may not be related, but it was hard not to feel worry for the being who’d been created to be by his side. -blue-room-therapies

“Is that any way to talk to someone who could offer assistance?” Connor questioned as he turned down the alleyway. He had just been out for a walk when the oh-so familiar metallic scent caught his attention, the demon licking his lips before following its tantalizing scent. Though it is clearly the blood of a doomed sinner, it still smells astonishingly sweet.

He turned, looking directly at the duo. They were quite the eye-candy, he must say, “Do you intend to attack me, or will you allow me to help?”

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“Yeah, but I’m a big, tough demon. Most of us aren’t supposed to be picky eaters.” He playfully pinched Connor’s cheek before kissing him. It was a quick peck to his lips, and he easily nuzzled him again.

“He’s a softie. Don’t let him lie to you.” Oren glared at the other before flipping him off. It managed a quiet laugh from the other that he hid behind his hand. Sable then looked back to Connor with a small smile.

“We’ll be sure to take care of you while you’re with us. After all, we’d hate for our interesting mortal to waste away before we can truly appreciate him.” Oren rolled his eyes.

“You make it sound like we’re gonna sacrifice him, you weirdo.”

The twin demons were in their human disguises, looking around the convenience store. Of course, they were hoping to get something to stave off the hunger from having to consume human energy, but they didn’t anticipate seeing such a tasty mortal wander in. Oren grinned at his twin and moved towards Connor, pretending to reach for the same thing he was.

“Oh, my apologies. Were you wanting that? By all means, take it.” He purred out while looking down at the other. -blue-room-therapies

Connor wasn't having the best day ever. After working 17 days straight with very little time in-between shifts, both his dad and the captain agreed that he needed a break, forcing him to take some time off. To anyone else, paid leave would be a great thing, but to Connor, he might as well be in Hell. This was only day one, and he was already driving himself insane.

Out of cigarettes, Connor walked down to the convenience store, figuring he could buy himself something sweet and maybe some alcohol. Anything to make this vacation tolerable. Seeing they only had one of his favorite candy bars left, he reached out to get it, only to recoil at the sudden contact with someone else's hand.

"Oh, uh, no," Connor responded, his natural desire to put others before himself coming out, "You can take it." He looked up at the man, blinking a couple times. Connor wasn't short by any means, but this man was clearly taller than he was, and he was quite attractive. Well defined body, beautiful face, soft looking hair. The way he purred at Connor wasn't doing him any favors either, the detective feeling the heat settling in his cheeks and his mouth run dry.

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Oren smiled a little at the rub to his thigh and place his hand on top of Connor’s, his thumb stroking over the back of it lovingly.

Sable pouted, but he knew the other was just making a better choice for them. It still didn’t stop those rabbit ears from drooping like a cartoon as he pouted just a bit. 

“Okay... Can I wear one of your shirts at least..?” It was a simple offer as he looked back up at the other, those blue eyes shining with a bit of hope.

“I just wanna be able to smell you...” His nose was very acute, and the scent of Connor was intoxicating just as much as it was comforting. He hoped the other would allow him such a small request, even if he was an ass last night.

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Sable laid his head in the demon’s lap, his cheeks flushed a soft pink as he drunkenly smiled at the other.

“I love you so much…” He whispered quietly and reached to cup his face as Oren shot Connor an apologetic look.

“I didn’t think he’d drink anything while we were at the club-"

Connor was relaxing on the couch, enjoying a drink after work. Today had been a particularly delectable one, having found a perfect soul to corrupt and devour, all in one day. The innocent could be so trusting, so naïve, and in many cases, so easy to break. Kindness comes at a price, and if the receiver doesn't pay, the one giving will, wearing down their minds until all they need is a little push.

However, he was disappointed to learn that his lovers were out for the night, having some fun on their own. Or working. Connor isn't good at keeping track of which is which. Still, he hopes they're having a good time. He wasn't a fan of night clubs, and as he has gotten older, even the appeal he had for mosh pits while alive has died down substantially.

After a while, he heard his lovers coming through the door, turning and smiling at them, though he immediately noticed something was off with Sable. The other demon immediately crashed onto the couch, cuddling up against Connor's lap. He stroked his rosy cheeks, cooing at him, "I love you, too. Why don't you rest a bit?"

Turning to Oren, he cocked a brow, "And where were you?" Sable is such a light-weight. For what reason would he choose to drink? Did Oren tease him again? Did someone spike his drink?

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Sable shook his head, and it made him wince.

“I can’t even remember... last night...” He mumbled, cheeks turning a soft pink as the other told him of his behavior. Bad was definitely a descriptor he’d use, but he doubt Connor would allow him to do such a thing.

“Just wanted to make food...” He mumbled softly. Oren sighed and got up from the warmth of the bed to urge Sable to sit down.

“Why don’t you and Connor start eating, and I go get you some pain killers?” Sable simply nodded, ears twitching slightly as he moved to fiddle with them.

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Sable laid his head in the demon’s lap, his cheeks flushed a soft pink as he drunkenly smiled at the other.

“I love you so much…” He whispered quietly and reached to cup his face as Oren shot Connor an apologetic look.

“I didn’t think he’d drink anything while we were at the club-"

Connor was relaxing on the couch, enjoying a drink after work. Today had been a particularly delectable one, having found a perfect soul to corrupt and devour, all in one day. The innocent could be so trusting, so naïve, and in many cases, so easy to break. Kindness comes at a price, and if the receiver doesn't pay, the one giving will, wearing down their minds until all they need is a little push.

However, he was disappointed to learn that his lovers were out for the night, having some fun on their own. Or working. Connor isn't good at keeping track of which is which. Still, he hopes they're having a good time. He wasn't a fan of night clubs, and as he has gotten older, even the appeal he had for mosh pits while alive has died down substantially.

After a while, he heard his lovers coming through the door, turning and smiling at them, though he immediately noticed something was off with Sable. The other demon immediately crashed onto the couch, cuddling up against Connor's lap. He stroked his rosy cheeks, cooing at him, "I love you, too. Why don't you rest a bit?"

Turning to Oren, he cocked a brow, "And where were you?" Sable is such a light-weight. For what reason would he choose to drink? Did Oren tease him again? Did someone spike his drink?

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Oren managed a small snort, but he nodded in agreement. The sooner he slept, the sooner he could wake up and make due on his promise. He slowly drifted off to sleep, but his hand remained a top the other’s, almost as if he was afraid to let it go for any reason.

The rest of him relaxed, however. And soon, he was deep in sleep and cuddled up close to Sable in the bundle of blankets.

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Sable laid his head in the demon’s lap, his cheeks flushed a soft pink as he drunkenly smiled at the other.

“I love you so much…” He whispered quietly and reached to cup his face as Oren shot Connor an apologetic look.

“I didn’t think he’d drink anything while we were at the club-"

Connor was relaxing on the couch, enjoying a drink after work. Today had been a particularly delectable one, having found a perfect soul to corrupt and devour, all in one day. The innocent could be so trusting, so naïve, and in many cases, so easy to break. Kindness comes at a price, and if the receiver doesn't pay, the one giving will, wearing down their minds until all they need is a little push.

However, he was disappointed to learn that his lovers were out for the night, having some fun on their own. Or working. Connor isn't good at keeping track of which is which. Still, he hopes they're having a good time. He wasn't a fan of night clubs, and as he has gotten older, even the appeal he had for mosh pits while alive has died down substantially.

After a while, he heard his lovers coming through the door, turning and smiling at them, though he immediately noticed something was off with Sable. The other demon immediately crashed onto the couch, cuddling up against Connor's lap. He stroked his rosy cheeks, cooing at him, "I love you, too. Why don't you rest a bit?"

Turning to Oren, he cocked a brow, "And where were you?" Sable is such a light-weight. For what reason would he choose to drink? Did Oren tease him again? Did someone spike his drink?

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Oren shivered a little as the hand rested on his waist, but he composed himself as he placed his hand over Connor’s.

“Sap...” The black haired demon muttered as his eyes began to droop. He was starting to get tired, but he was clearly fighting sleep in order to talk to Connor. It seemed Sable wasn’t the only one who was rebelling against something.

“I’m gonna kiss your stupid face all day tomorrow...”

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Sable laid his head in the demon’s lap, his cheeks flushed a soft pink as he drunkenly smiled at the other.

“I love you so much…” He whispered quietly and reached to cup his face as Oren shot Connor an apologetic look.

“I didn’t think he’d drink anything while we were at the club-"

Connor was relaxing on the couch, enjoying a drink after work. Today had been a particularly delectable one, having found a perfect soul to corrupt and devour, all in one day. The innocent could be so trusting, so naïve, and in many cases, so easy to break. Kindness comes at a price, and if the receiver doesn't pay, the one giving will, wearing down their minds until all they need is a little push.

However, he was disappointed to learn that his lovers were out for the night, having some fun on their own. Or working. Connor isn't good at keeping track of which is which. Still, he hopes they're having a good time. He wasn't a fan of night clubs, and as he has gotten older, even the appeal he had for mosh pits while alive has died down substantially.

After a while, he heard his lovers coming through the door, turning and smiling at them, though he immediately noticed something was off with Sable. The other demon immediately crashed onto the couch, cuddling up against Connor's lap. He stroked his rosy cheeks, cooing at him, "I love you, too. Why don't you rest a bit?"

Turning to Oren, he cocked a brow, "And where were you?" Sable is such a light-weight. For what reason would he choose to drink? Did Oren tease him again? Did someone spike his drink?

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Sable just remained quiet until eventually, the blankets rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic manner. Oren snorted quietly and settled down further before smiling a little at Connor.

“We love you...” He mumbled quietly, looking tired and awestruck at the other demon. It was a rare but genuine moment from the black haired demon as he stared so warmly at the other.

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Sable laid his head in the demon’s lap, his cheeks flushed a soft pink as he drunkenly smiled at the other.

“I love you so much…” He whispered quietly and reached to cup his face as Oren shot Connor an apologetic look.

“I didn’t think he’d drink anything while we were at the club-"

Connor was relaxing on the couch, enjoying a drink after work. Today had been a particularly delectable one, having found a perfect soul to corrupt and devour, all in one day. The innocent could be so trusting, so naïve, and in many cases, so easy to break. Kindness comes at a price, and if the receiver doesn't pay, the one giving will, wearing down their minds until all they need is a little push.

However, he was disappointed to learn that his lovers were out for the night, having some fun on their own. Or working. Connor isn't good at keeping track of which is which. Still, he hopes they're having a good time. He wasn't a fan of night clubs, and as he has gotten older, even the appeal he had for mosh pits while alive has died down substantially.

After a while, he heard his lovers coming through the door, turning and smiling at them, though he immediately noticed something was off with Sable. The other demon immediately crashed onto the couch, cuddling up against Connor's lap. He stroked his rosy cheeks, cooing at him, "I love you, too. Why don't you rest a bit?"

Turning to Oren, he cocked a brow, "And where were you?" Sable is such a light-weight. For what reason would he choose to drink? Did Oren tease him again? Did someone spike his drink?

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A tiny growl left Sable, and Oren rolled his eyes at the other’s antics. 

“I’ll give Connor all the kisses then because someone is being so grumpy.” That seemed to strike a card, and Sable slowly peered out before making a small kissy face at Connor. It seemed jealousy was a sure fire way to distract him from being a pouty, angry ball for now.

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Sable laid his head in the demon’s lap, his cheeks flushed a soft pink as he drunkenly smiled at the other.

“I love you so much…” He whispered quietly and reached to cup his face as Oren shot Connor an apologetic look.

“I didn’t think he’d drink anything while we were at the club-"

Connor was relaxing on the couch, enjoying a drink after work. Today had been a particularly delectable one, having found a perfect soul to corrupt and devour, all in one day. The innocent could be so trusting, so naïve, and in many cases, so easy to break. Kindness comes at a price, and if the receiver doesn't pay, the one giving will, wearing down their minds until all they need is a little push.

However, he was disappointed to learn that his lovers were out for the night, having some fun on their own. Or working. Connor isn't good at keeping track of which is which. Still, he hopes they're having a good time. He wasn't a fan of night clubs, and as he has gotten older, even the appeal he had for mosh pits while alive has died down substantially.

After a while, he heard his lovers coming through the door, turning and smiling at them, though he immediately noticed something was off with Sable. The other demon immediately crashed onto the couch, cuddling up against Connor's lap. He stroked his rosy cheeks, cooing at him, "I love you, too. Why don't you rest a bit?"

Turning to Oren, he cocked a brow, "And where were you?" Sable is such a light-weight. For what reason would he choose to drink? Did Oren tease him again? Did someone spike his drink?

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Oren snorted as Sable perked up once again. He ruffled the white haired demon’s hair with a grin.

“First, you need a bath... Well, we both do. Unfortunately, smelling like sweat and alcohol isn’t the best thing in the whole world. Unless you got a musk kink or some shit.” Sable managed a small laugh at that.

“Can we bathe together? I need help with my hair.”

“Sure. You wanna join, Connor?”

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Sable laid his head in the demon’s lap, his cheeks flushed a soft pink as he drunkenly smiled at the other.

“I love you so much…” He whispered quietly and reached to cup his face as Oren shot Connor an apologetic look.

“I didn’t think he’d drink anything while we were at the club-"

Connor was relaxing on the couch, enjoying a drink after work. Today had been a particularly delectable one, having found a perfect soul to corrupt and devour, all in one day. The innocent could be so trusting, so naïve, and in many cases, so easy to break. Kindness comes at a price, and if the receiver doesn't pay, the one giving will, wearing down their minds until all they need is a little push.

However, he was disappointed to learn that his lovers were out for the night, having some fun on their own. Or working. Connor isn't good at keeping track of which is which. Still, he hopes they're having a good time. He wasn't a fan of night clubs, and as he has gotten older, even the appeal he had for mosh pits while alive has died down substantially.

After a while, he heard his lovers coming through the door, turning and smiling at them, though he immediately noticed something was off with Sable. The other demon immediately crashed onto the couch, cuddling up against Connor's lap. He stroked his rosy cheeks, cooing at him, "I love you, too. Why don't you rest a bit?"

Turning to Oren, he cocked a brow, "And where were you?" Sable is such a light-weight. For what reason would he choose to drink? Did Oren tease him again? Did someone spike his drink?