#mod light sleep with both eyes open 👿

[askelysian]

cael please. ONE chance. Ill do anything. Except die. But i will do ANYTHING ELSE. one chance. Please. Please. Please. Please. Plea

I'm truly flattered, though...

[anonymous-rendezvous]

Intertwined With You

❤️ Vox Akuma/GN!Reader/Mysta Rias 🧡

Chapter 1: Somno

✧ — Chapter Focus: Mysta x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.

✧ — Wordcount: 11.7k+ | NSFW 🔞

A nonlinear series of intimate moments spent exploring new things with your boyfriends.

Series M.list | Ao3

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Chapter Warnings:

Established Poly Relationship, Kink Discussion, Kink Exploration, Switch Mysta, Switch GN!Reader, Light Somnophilia, Rough Play, Light Sadism & Masochism, Praise Kink, & light degradation

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A long, tired yawn escapes you. You don’t know how long you’ve laid here staring at the wall across from you, but it certainly hasn’t helped you fall asleep. Reaching a hand to grope at the nightstand blindly, you eventually find your phone and check the time – practically flash-banging yourself in the process, causing you to wince – you see it's nearing one in the morning. Sighing, you unlock the device and mourn for your loss of sleep; hoping it’ll be different tomorrow. Behind you, the mattress dips as Mysta shifts in his sleep; his body turns towards you as he readjusts.

Peering over your shoulder, you just manage to glimpse his sleeping face before he buries it into his pillow. It's impossible to keep the tiny smile off your face, his features soft as he’s curled up in your sheets, clutching at the pillow. "Cute." As if responding to you, the brunette lets out a little whine. Your shoulders shake in silent laughter, admiring him for a moment longer before turning your attention back to your phone.

You should be following the detective's lead and getting back to sleep; especially with the way he makes sleep seem so inviting. Unfortunately, it just seemed to be one of those nights – your body was physically tired, yet your mind was wide awake. Dragging your thumb across the screen, you debate what to do. Maybe putting on one of the boy’s ASMR streams will help you doze off. You’ll need the help anyway with the way sleep usually goes for you, the bitter thought creeping into your head.

Opening up YouTube, your first recommended video is Vox's current live stream; lucky for you it’s a relatively chill game too, perfect for attempting to fall asleep to. Clicking the video, Vox's amused chuckles immediately fill the room – at a much louder volume than you anticipated. You panic and scramble hastily to lower the volume. A sigh comes from behind you and for a second you worry you’ve woken Mysta up, silently scolding yourself with a click of your tongue. Before you can turn over and apologize— debating whether to find your headphones— warmth curls around you, locking you in place. One of Mysta's lanky arms curls around your waist, hand seeking warmth under your shirt and coming to rest over your stomach. One of his knees manages to wedge its way between your thighs as his face nestles into the crook of your neck. A tingling sensation creeps over you as his warm breath fans across your skin.

You can’t help but let out a stuttering breath, his touch far more forward than usual, and it takes you a moment to relax in his hold. It’s not like the three of you haven’t spooned before. You all end up cuddling quite often; both of your boyfriends being very physically affectionate men. At least one, or both, holding onto you whenever you share a bed at night. However, there's just something about the way they curl around you, weight against you as Mysta is now, that still makes you flustered. Ignoring the heat creeping across your face, you try to tune back into whatever Vox is playing in hopes of his soothing voice lulling you to sleep; the phone placed on the sheets next to your pillow.

And eventually, it does seem to work. Relaxing back into the embrace only seems to encourage Mysta to curl around you fully though, hands firmly making their home on you. You finally start to slip into unconsciousness, eyes fluttering closed – until your body jolts dazedly when Mysta suddenly shifts roughly into you. It barely registers in your brain until it happens again. And again.

A rush of air escapes through your clenched teeth when Mysta’s nails suddenly dig into your stomach. More conscious now, one of your hands reaches down to grip his wrist with an unhappy grunt of his name. However, before you can pry his piercing grip from your delicate flesh, he suddenly whines into the back of your neck, causing you to freeze; goosebumps rising along your skin.

Concern starts to swirl in the pit of your stomach. Was he having another nightmare? Once more, you try to turn over. However, the detective's grip only seems to tighten, whimpering into your neck once more. In the next second, he jolts against you again, and it’s only then that you notice something– a poking sensation on your lower back. Your suspicions were confirmed when he let out a low moan, lips parted against your neck. A tired laugh comes out of you as you slump back against the mattress in relief, affection lacing your voice as you mutter his name.

Finally forcing yourself around, you can put just enough distance between your bodies to take in the situation; the Brit’s face scrunching up in displeasure at the sudden lack of warmth. Unable to hold back an affectionate coo, you let one of your hands reach out to cup his face. The pinch in his expression softens as he almost immediately begins snuggling into your palm; enjoying the warmth. For a moment, your heart squeezes in such a way you feel as if you're drowning in absolute adoration. You stay like that for a moment longer, letting your thumb caress his cheek before moving it to rub across his bottom lip.

Another lazy soft moan pulls from Mysta’s mouth, the lower half of his body in search of friction; his hips were slightly bucking. Letting your hand fall from his face, it instead glides towards the back of his head, gently threading its way through the ashen brown strands. Your other hand finds its way to his side, the tips of your fingers gently tracing their way down to his hip before sliding back up. His body shivers from the tickling sensation, but instead of pulling away, he pushes further into your hands; an overwhelming sense of need in his motions.

A gentle smirk is plastered on your face as your half-lidded eyes trail down the length of his body before landing on the bulge forming in the brunette's boxers. The hand tracing his side finally slides up to his shoulder, ready to wake him– teasing remarks at the ready– when a thought suddenly hits you, pausing completely in your actions.

Taking in an excited breath, you're suddenly reminded of the talk you’d had a few days prior.

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The pot on the stove was slowly coming to a boil. Giving it one last stir before turning down the heat a bit to let it sit for a moment so you can finish chopping up your ingredients. Tonight was your self-proclaimed night to prepare dinner. Vox was banned from the kitchen as he already cooked most evenings and Mysta was banned for, well… obvious reasons. Said man, however, was lounging on the couch in the living room, his bright blue eyes locked intensely on you, tracking your movements like a dedicated watchdog.

Chuckling, eyes remaining on the knife in your hands, you ask, “Something I can do for you, babe?” No response. Tipping your head to meet his gaze for a moment, you flash him a wink, setting down the knife to run a hand up your waist in a comedically enticing manner. “See something you like~?” Your joking gets you a huff, but he made no further comments in response, catching you a bit off guard. After a moment of debate, you reach over and turn the stove down further so you can give him your full attention. Picking up a towel to wipe off your hands, moving around the counter as you ask, “Have I done something wrong, hun? Or did I forget something?”

Another huff escapes the detective as he sits up, though this time he averts his gaze from you; a ghost of a blush creeping across his cheeks. “N–No, you didn’t do anything just…” A gloved hand reaches up to fiddle with a strand of hair, twirling it around his finger repeatedly. “I wanted to–” He signs in frustration, all the courage he had built up vanishing as he visibly deflates. “Never mind, it's not important…” Biting your lip, you debate over whether this is something you should push. You didn’t have much context, and you didn’t want him to retreat further into his shell.

Taking a few more steps into the room, you figure you might as well ask one more time before dropping the subject and continuing with dinner. As you approach the couch, something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. Sitting atop the coffee table is a familiar white sheet of paper; one you haven’t seen for a while.

A couple of months into your relationship, when the three of you were beginning to become more intimate with each other, Vox made a suggestion. Each of you would compile three lists: turn-on's and kinks, hard no’s, and the final list compiled things you were interested in trying out; the last page being the one currently sitting in front of him. Even from a distance, you can make out the bold letters of your name at the top of the page, and intrigue takes over your expression. “Mysta, is there something on there you wanted to ask me about?”

This time there was no mistaking the flush spreading across his face, head briefly looking up at you; letting you catch a proper view of his face. “I–Uh… y–yeah.�� Mysta quickly clears his throat, hoping to cover up the crack in his voice. He doesn’t succeed, but he’s cute, so you don’t feel inclined to tease him about it right now. “I was looking into a few of the things on here and uh, I wanted to ask you specifically about–” He leans forward, dragging the paper closer to him, words a bit hesitant as he reads– “som–somnophilia?”

Your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before giving him a firm nod of your head. “Alright, give me one second.” Turning on your heels, you make your way back into the kitchen, explaining further, “Let me cover the food and turn the stove off. Don’t want to burn the food… or the house down.” The last part was more so muttered to yourself, setting the lid on the pot as you continue. “Can you text Vox to come down, please? He should be here too.”

Although you can’t see it, Mysta nods his head. Pulling out his phone, he shoots a quick text to the demon before dropping the device back down on the cushion beside him. He takes a few deep breaths, preparing himself for the conversation, eyes closing shortly to compose himself; this was a first after all and he didn’t wanna say anything wrong. It’s not long before Vox emerges from the hallway, looking between the pair of you curiously. After you make sure the food is safely set aside, the three of you settle in the living room.

Vox claims a spot on the couch, one leg crossed over the other and an arm draped along the backrest. Instead of sitting with them, you chose to sit in an armchair across from them, getting comfortable as you give both men a comforting smile. “Okay, so Mysta, you wanted to ask me about somnophilia?”

Immediately, Vox’s eyes light up in recognition before turning his attention to his lover beside him; interest piqued. The brunette nods his head, hands moving as he talks. “Like I said– I was trying to look into it, but most of the search results were…” He trails off, brows pinched.

“Unhelpful?” Vox supplied with a chuckle.

With a roll of his eyes, Mysta agreed, annoyance clear in his voice. “Everything was all over the place! So many articles with doctors, psychologists, and whatnot. And none of the forums it linked me to were very…” He let his sentence trail off, visibly cringing. When he finally meets your gaze, you give him a sympathetic smile.

“Believe me,” you let out a dry chuckle, “I understand. The thing about this kink is that it very much rests on a border. If not approached appropriately,–” you gestured with your hand as though underlining the word– “can lead to doing one of the most disgusting things you could ever do to another person.”

“Have you ever tried it before?” Mysta asked before looking like he wanted to smack himself. Of course, you hadn’t tried it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be on your list.

Before he can try to correct himself, you shake your head and answer honestly, “No. I haven’t.” You look between your boyfriends before your gaze trails to the side, a slightly pained look in your eyes. “It’s something I’ve thought about before, but… I haven't felt…” you pause, eyes trailing off to another corner of the room as you try to find the right words. “Safe enough… in past relationships to bring it up.”

Your attention is brought back to the couch when you hear a loving, deep chuckle. Vox has his golden eyes locked on you; expression nothing but adoration and trust. His wide smile causes his eyes to squint in a way that the pink hue becomes more noticeable; a perfect color to complement his affections. “Well, love, I’m very glad you feel safe enough with us to want to experiment with new things. It’s a pretty unique kink; so you feeling comfortable with us, enough so to want to try it out, means the world.” His head turns to look at the man beside him. The detective sits a bit straighter as Vox’s loving gaze is turned on him. The demon’s arm that had rested on the back of the couch moves forward, softly running his hand through Mysta’s ashen brown hair. “I’m sure we both feel that way...”

Mysta's soft blush quickly grows at Vox’s words, and he pointedly keeps his eyes away from both of you; staring down at his hands and biting his lip. The detective doesn't pull away from Vox’s hand though, instead, leans further into it before nodding his head in agreement. Clearing his throat, Mysta finally continues, “There were some pretty sus things on most of those websites…” His blue eyes meet yours, expression becoming serious. “But I know you– we know you.” With a sigh, Mysta finally swats away the hand playing with his hair– causing Vox to retreat with an amused chuckle– before crossing his arms over his chest and returning to the main topic. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you about it. It’s on your list, so I wanna hear how it works from you.” He says, tilting his head in your direction.

“True, but I appreciate you trying to do your own research.” You smile at him. “Even if you couldn’t find anything helpful, the thought that you went out of your way to try to learn already means a lot to me.” He pouts a bit in embarrassment, but quickly bounces back to the topic at hand.  

“So what exactly is the goal of somnophilia?” Mysta finally asks, fingers tapping over his arms. “Like, a lot of comments I saw were about waking or being woken up by their partner going down on them or giving them a handjob.”

“Mmm yeah, that can be part of it but, that’s not really the full thing…” Your fingers start picking at the arm of the chair as you contemplate the best way to explain this without making it more confusing.

Seeing your predicament, Vox chimes in, “Waking up your partner is not exactly the goal.” Mysta raises a brow at that.

With a nod of your head, you continue, “Yeah, exactly. If you wake up in the middle of it, that's fine. However, the idea is that you perform those sexual acts while your partner stays asleep.”

Mysta’s eyes widened with understanding, connecting the dots in his brain. “That’s why you said it rests on a border.”

“Exactly.” Sitting up straight, you give both men a serious look. “I know you both know this, but I’m going to say it anyway. I will never do anything involving somnophilia unless I am given explicit consent by either of you beforehand. And vice versa if I want it done to me. Understood?” Both men nod firmly in agreement. “Good. If we do ever try this out, aftercare is of course a must, but also it’s good to check in as well. Just to make sure. And as always, our safe words still apply.”

Relaxing back into the chair for a moment, you send another smile in Mysta’s direction. “Any other questions, babe?” He opened his mouth for half a second before closing it shut. He genuinely seems to contemplate it for another moment before shaking his head no. “If you have any more thoughts, definitely ask. For now, I should get back to dinner. We still gotta eat!”

Just as you turn around to make your way back to the kitchen, Vox slides up behind you, arms slipping around your waist, his warm chest pressing against your back. “Why don’t I give you a hand, dear?” His chin rests on your shoulder, using his smooth voice to coax you. “It would make the process a lot faster.” Your eyes roll fondly at the dark-haired demon, however seeing as this would get it done faster, you ultimately agreed. ‘Just this once.’ you tell him, causing him to laugh.

Mysta remains on the couch, watching the pair of you with a smile tugging at his lips; the tension leaving him after the conversation. He still doesn't understand how he got so lucky to be with the both of you. Letting out a fond huff, his thoughts tell him exactly what the pair of you would. ‘Luck has nothing to do with it.’

After eating dinner, Mysta pulls you aside before the three of you can head off to your rooms. Vox continues on ahead to his room, but not before giving you both a supportive smile. Once he’s disappeared from view, Mysta finally speaks. “I–... I think I wanna try.” He mutters as he fidgets with one of your hands, eyes fixated on the lines along your palm. It’s not difficult to figure out what he’s talking about and you turn fully towards him, giving your full attention. With a sweet smile and a squeeze of his hand, you lock eyes with him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He gives a firm nod and grips your hand tightly. “I’m sure.” Mysta takes in a shuddering breath before continuing, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. “Maybe not tonight cause I think I’m too anxious about it now, but maybe we can try it sometime soon?”

“Of course baby.” Your free hand raises to cup the side of his face before placing a gentle kiss on his quivering lips. “We’ll try it out sometime soon.”

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A shiver of anticipation and nerves runs through your body. Your hand moves back from his shoulder down to his side, fingers lightly dragging down his body as you make it to the edge of his sleep shirt. The fabric had ridden up ever so slightly from his tossing and turning, exposing a quarter of his hip and stomach. Tracing a finger lightly over the newly exposed skin, you watch his body twitch; his expression twitching with the small motions.

Now, this was not the first time you had sex – nor was it the first time you’ve had sex with Mysta. But just the realization that this was something new that you had wanted to do, and were going to be trying– with him specifically – had a warmth already pooling in your core; thighs clenching together tightly. Your gaze trails back up his body to pause on his face, thinking about all the things you want to do to him. God, you wanted this– wanted him. Slowly sitting up, you lean over to move his body as you wanted it, easing him onto his back. First step; done. Next in order: clothes.

Slipping off of the bed, it only takes a moment before you're stripped bare. Easing your way back to the bed, you ease his legs apart, bending his legs enough to sit in between them. As you settle between his thighs, you assess your next move. It would be fairly difficult to remove his shirt completely while he is asleep, you determine before nodding to yourself, ‘It’ll be fine for now.’. You really only needed to worry about his bottom half, after all. With the plan set, your hands move to strip him of his boxers – careful to be as slow as possible. Fingers curling into the waistband, you ease the fabric down and off. Once removed, you throw them aside with little concern, his underwear finding their home on the floor; mingling with your discarded pile of clothing.

Your hands trail up his thighs as your eyes lock on his already hard cock. “I wonder what kind of dirty dream your head thought up this time to get you this hard already?” You chuckle, eyes briefly flicking up to look at his face before looking back down. The head is flushed red and there's already a small trail of pre-cum dripping from the tip, twitching slightly in the open air. Perfect. Less work for you to do.

Reaching over to your nightstand, you pull out the things you’ll need. Grabbing a small bottle of lube and a couple of condoms before setting them to the side and closing the drawer. Now prepared, you settle back between his long legs quickly, making sure he doesn't shift back onto his side. Your hands are drawn back to his thighs, causing them to jolt a bit at the cold touch – his body is abundantly warm. Keeping your touch light, your hands slide up to his hips and back down, occasionally giving a firm squeeze. Eyes remain locked on his face as you watch the way he reacts to your touch, short breathy huffs whenever your hands slipped closer to his crotch; but not quite where he wants them to be.

Unable to help yourself, you lean your face down and begin mouthing at the dip of his waistline. A trail of kisses, licks, and nips is left in your wake. Goosebumps spread across his body at the feather-light sensations. As you draw closer to his hardened cock, you can feel the heat of it against your cheek, eyeing him as you switch sides; reveling in his soft noises. Once you've reached the base of his cock, you leave one last kiss – watching him twitch – before drawing back.

Fingers gripping the bottom of his shirt, you slowly push it up, the fabric resting close to his face. Letting out a quiet hum, your gaze trails along his soft stomach and chest as it is exposed. Lightly pushing his leg down, you maneuver over it so you could prop yourself up beside him as one of your hands slides back down to rest on his hip. With the better angle, you continue your previous mission. Trailing light pecks up his stomach before finally reaching his chest, which rises and falls quickly with his quick breathing. Hovering over his side, you continue your trail around his pec, hand still lightly stroking over his hip.

By this point, his breathing had turned into soft yet audible panting; brows furrowed on his sleeping face. Finally, you decide to stop teasing him, taking one of his nipples into your mouth and giving a few gentle sucks before tugging at it with your teeth. He whines at the sensation, causing you to pull your mouth away quickly when his body jolts. Yet a quick peek at his face confirms that he's still fast asleep – eyes practically glued shut, mind still wrapped up in whatever dirty dream he is currently having. Releasing a quiet breath of relief, you return to your previous actions, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud. Trailing your hand from his hip up, you let your nails lightly drag across his skin before reaching its destination; beginning to pinch and tug at the nipple unoccupied by your lips.

Whenever he becomes restless, you pull yourself away from his chest; starting this cycle to make sure he stays asleep as long as possible. After a few minutes of this, you push yourself away before pursing your lips – completely unsatisfied by the current lack of love bites on him. Though it’s not a total surprise; he’s had more cases to solve than usual this last month resulting in schedules clashing. The only mark that remains is a faint trace of a bite left by Vox, placed just over his heart. You can’t help but look down at your own chest, running a finger along your own fading mark. Debating it for a moment, you ultimately decide to wait, reassuring yourself that you can refresh his marks later. This wouldn’t be the last time, after all. For now, you had another task to accomplish.

Pushing your body back, you make yourself comfortable before reaching for the bottle of lube; practiced hands, pouring the appropriate amount on your fingers. Preparing yourself doesn’t take long, as this is fairly routine at this point. Though, that doesn’t mean you don’t let out a few quiet groans of pleasure while doing so; biting your lip to keep quiet. Once you deem yourself ready, you slip your fingers out before slowly moving to straddle his hips; climbing on top of him at last. Trailing your hands down, you finally let them glide along his cock, causing his entire body to shiver, a groan slipping from his mouth. Keeping your eyes locked on his face, you close your fist loosely over him. Another gasp leaves him and you feel him twitch within your hand; giving him a couple of light strokes to make sure he’s hard enough before releasing him.

Grabbing the condom you'd set aside, you carefully open it before easily slipping it over him; doing your best to throw the wrapper back towards the nightstand. Once it’s in place, you re-pick up the lube and apply some to his cock, favoring being overly prepared than not. None of you want to make that mistake again, you think with a grimace. Brushing the thoughts away, you allow your strokes to be much firmer this time, causing his hips to jerk up into your hand; causing you to try to stifle a laugh. His lips part in a long moan as his hands clench at the sheets below him, pulling them loose from their tucked-in position. Mysta’s face scrunches up, and you’re almost sure he’s waking up as he starts to mutter; head-turning into the pillow with a whine before settling once more.

Taking a deep breath, you move forward, body hovering over him as you position yourself over his cock, lining yourself up before slowly sinking down till your ass is flush against his hips; feeling him fully inside you. The reactions it pulls from the two of you are immediate – eyes fluttering as your mouth falls open in a silent moan. Mysta, however, is anything but quiet. His back arches, head tossed back into the pillows, exposing more of his neck to you as a wanton moan tears past his lips, his hands digging further into the sheets. You watch with bated breath as he blinks rapidly, staring up at you. His blue eyes are half-open now. However, they're still heavily glazed over by sleep. With the way he dazedly looks up at you, you can't help but wonder if he even realizes this is real.

He mutters something incoherent to you before his eyes flutter close again, settling back into the plush bed. As he eases back into unconsciousness, you have a moment to collect yourself. Taking a few deep breaths, you can feel yourself relax further against him, leaning forward so you can place your hands on his chest to give yourself a bit more leverage. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the feeling of him. You're so turned on that you want nothing more than to start riding him hard and fast until both of you are dripping with sweat and cum, unable to think of anything other than reaching your next orgasm. You hold back though, taking another deep breath as you remind yourself, ‘Not yet. Gotta ease him into it first.’. After you’ve calmed your thoughts down, you start to move. Picking yourself up before gliding back down his length, keeping your movements slow and meticulous. Enjoying the feeling of being filled, gently grinding your hips against him, with soft moans and sighs escaping your lips. 

Mysta, on the other hand, is all wrapped up in having such a good dream. Honestly, it had all started out very sweet and innocent. Lying beneath the stars, his lovers on either side of him, cocooning him between them as they stargazed. He’s unsure when innocent touches had shifted to something more heated, but it’s not like he’d complain. The feeling of being taken care of both physically and mentally by such amazing people– a wave of different emotions crash through him. The three of you have been dating for over a year now. He often recalls how the pining and flirting had started long, long before that.

Yet, Mysta still can’t wrap his head around it. How can the both of you love him so unconditionally? Without a shred of hesitation? Logically, he knows the answers, and he returns those feelings completely. He knows that no relationship is perfect, and the three of you have gone through your own trials and tribulations. But it still baffles him from time to time.

He didn’t need his experience as a detective to understand why you and Vox fell for each other. The two of you complement each other perfectly; the chemistry is undeniable between you two. Vox was intimidating, smooth, and so put together. His experience in both social and romantic situations is an obvious sign of the long life he’s lived; giving off an aura of both class and dominance. Though, as intimidating as he can come off, Vox is immensely caring. Being attentive to every little known change in mood and having comforting words ready at hand, knowing exactly what to say whenever either of you or even your friends are in distress. Many knew of his flirtatious habits, yet very few are granted a glimpse of the true romantic he is.

Not to mention the bonus of being an excellent chief and a diligent enjoy-er of keeping the house tidy. The detective has been more than happy to reap those benefits.

Alternatively, Mysta could wholeheartedly say you were just as supportive and caring. Similarly to Vox, you could also be pretty intimidating. Though, more so in personality than in looks. It's almost concerning how easy it is for you to read them. Finding ways to get under their skin – In the best of ways, of course. Always seeming to know exactly which buttons to push; whether that was in day-to-day life or, more excitingly, in the bedroom. You had basically taken a masterclass at looking after them when they’d forget to look after themselves, always a grounding presence for both him and Vox.

If a stranger were to ask him what the two of you were like in a relationship, the detective knew he wouldn't have the proper words to explain it. Neither could he put words to the feelings he felt for the pair of you. Hell, he could search for hours through any of Ike’s novels and he’d still feel like he didn’t have the right words. So how in the world had he gotten both of you to fall for him? It was not a hidden fact that the detective didn’t think highly of himself, struggling immensely with his self-image and confidence; especially when he had still just been crushing on the pair of you. Yet with both your patience and love, Mysta was slowly getting better at voicing his feelings and what he wanted. Learning to see in himself what you both love about him.

So it makes sense that whenever he dreams, it’s always with both of you. It makes sense that when his eyes flutter open to meet you and he sees you atop him, the only rational answer is that this is still a part of his dream. And what a dream it is.

You’re breathtaking – the haze to his vision only adds to your visage. Straddling his hips, head thrown back as his cock slides in and out of your hole with every movement. Feeling the way you clench around him, hearing your moans muffled, but happy he can hear them at all, even in this dream. You're so warm, so tight around him. Every sound you make causes his head to spin. A moan falls from his lips and he watches as your attention draws back to his face. Eyes opening, your head tipping forward to look down at him; eyes half-lidded and swirling with lust. And then, you smile. A smile so sweet and adoring it drives him to the edge. His back arches off the bed and he swears he’s about to cum– but then you stop.

Mysta gasps and whines, trying desperately to reclaim the high he’d been just seconds away from; hips trying to buck up to finish. However, you don’t allow him to. Pinning them down firmly as you gently shush him. Leaning down, your hand brushes the sweaty strands away from his face before trailing light kisses over his flushed cheeks. He asks why? Why won’t you let me cum? Except his words are mumbled and heavy with sleep; eyes still frosted and half-lidded.

“Not yet, sweet boy. Not yet.” You whisper against his ear, placing a light kiss against it. And although he whimpers, you feel the shiver of pleasure run through his whole body.

He takes in deep breaths as you run a hand through his sweaty locks before cupping the side of his face. He nuzzles into your palm, pressing sleepy lazy kisses against it as your hips begin to move again; lifting yourself slowly before dropping back down. He’ll get to cum this time. He swears it– he has to. It’s his dream, after all. There’s no way you’d be that mean in his dreams, right? You couldn’t possibly deny him a second time. Right? Besides, you love watching him cum. Though as his high starts to reach its peak once more, your movements stop; hips freezing in place. Mysta tries desperately to buck his hips up a second time, but you hold firm above him. What had he done to deserve this? He’s been good, hasn't he? Why were you being so. Damn. Cruel. Why wasn’t Vox helping him? …… Wait. Where is Vox? Both of you had been there at the beginning of his dream; so where had the demon gone? 

Suddenly, the detective felt much more aware of his surroundings than he had before. There was no canopy of stars above him – instead, he was greeted by the sight of the white-painted ceiling of your shared house. The grass beneath him was replaced by the silk of your sheets and the breeze he swore he felt was just the AC pumping into the room. He takes in a sharp breath, only for it to catch on a moan as your hips grind against him. He tries to call your name except it comes out slurred as his tongue is still heavy from drowsiness, yet somehow you still manage to understand him. Shifting your body so your chest lays against his as one of your hands trails up to cup his face, your seductive expression hovering just a few inches over his pleading one.

“Hi baby,” he blinks up at you, blue eyes locked on the way your lips move, sleep slowly draining from his eyes, “finally with me?” He can feel a growl building in the back of his throat; frustrated and pent up now that he’s coherent. Speaking so softly to him as if you hadn’t just stolen his climax from him – twice – not even seconds ago. While your guard is lowered, he grounds his feet down on the bed before forcefully thrusting up into you. Mysta enjoys the way your body jolts in surprise, digging both of your hands into his shoulders to keep your balance as your eyes flutter slightly from the sudden friction. It drags moans from both of you before you forcefully shove him back down onto the bed once more. One of your hands is suddenly around his neck, fingers flexing as your eyes narrow down at him. He nearly chokes on a whine when a smack is suddenly delivered to one of his thighs. “Do that again, and I promise you won’t get to cum at all tonight.” You take a deep breath, your expression softening for a moment as you ask, “Color?”

His mouth is so dry it nearly causes his voice to crack. “Green.”

The hand on his neck shifts so your thumb can brush over the skin normally hidden by his choker. “Are you fully awake or still drifting?”

“I–” his breath hitches when he feels himself twitch inside you. “I’m awake. I think…” A groan edging on a growl leaves his throat. “Fuck, I hope I’m awake.” That draws a giggle from you, hand shifting down and pulling at the fabric of the shirt still bunched above his chest. It takes him a moment, but the detective eventually realizes what you're trying to do. Arching his back, you fully remove his shirt before letting it sail over the side of the bed. Once gone, you lean down and brush your lips against his. Mysta tries to deepen the kiss, attempting to lean up, but you’re already pulling back, hand pushing his now fully bare chest down to keep him against the bed.

Allowing your hips to start grinding down on him again, you can’t help but feel satisfied with the way he squirms. “God, you look so pretty Mysta. So fuckin’ pretty. I should have taken a few pictures while you were still asleep.” His cock twitches at the idea, his head tilting back with a sudden, needy moan. “You would like that, huh, baby?” You state, fingers curling on his chest to allow you to slowly drag your nails across him. “Could have sent them to Vox. A nice little surprise for him to see after his stream. Or,” you allow the word to draw out as your fingers find their way to his pecs, “maybe he’d open them in the middle of his stream. See how gorgeous you look as I fuck you in your sleep, while he’s just a room away entertaining thousands of people live.”

This time, when his hips buck, it’s an involuntary reaction. Mysta’s fingers dig harshly into the sheets, breath labored as the scenes vividly play in his mind. Imagining the demon taking a moment in the middle of his stream to check his phone. Vox opening up your messages just to be greeted with images of himself fucked out across your sheets; a mess on display just for him. What would his expression be? Would he stay impassive while his web camera is still on? Or would he react in a way that’d leave his chat asking questions? Fuck. Fuck. The idea was turning him on more than he thought. God, he wants so badly for you to get back to fucking him. Craving that dopamine rush, needing the feeling of you. He’s brought back into the moment when your fingers ruthlessly pinch and twist at his nipples; eyes squeezing shut at the pain. “Fuuuuck …. Fuck! Shit, don’t–don’t!”

“Why? What’s the matter, baby?” Your words sound curious, yet your tone is anything but. The urge to mark him returning with a vengeance as you eye him intensely. Swiftly leaning down, you take the unattended bud into your mouth, giving it a harsh suck.

“They just–” He cuts himself off with a gasp. "The bruises just healed!" His back arches when your laughter causes vibrations against his skin.

"Exactly. We can't just leave you bare like this, now can we?"

Mysta silently curses you in his head, yet his heart races at your words. Neither you nor Vox ever left his neck, chest, or thighs bare for long. He loved the marks you both gave him just as much as you and Vox loved it when he'd leave scratches down your backs and across your shoulders. Except– with all the frustration building in his body– what he did next was less about pleasure. No, this was about payback.

One of his hands leaves the sheets to grip your shoulder instead. Your eyes meet his, but you believe he’s just bracing himself, so you continue your work; meticulously sucking and licking over his chest. However, you are once again surprised as he digs his sharp nails harshly into you; retaliation for the last several minutes. You hiss at the sudden pain, eyes narrowing as Mysta stares back at you, looking all too pleased with himself – a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Except the feeling doesn’t last long, crying out as you attack his chest. His body instinctively tries to jerk away from you as you bite down harshly, as your fingers clench down on the tender skin of his throat – not choking exactly, but enough to make him breathless. It’s only once he removes his nails from your shoulder that you ease off. It could have given him whiplash with the way you immediately switched to gentle licks and kisses to soothe the now-abused skin. You continued that for a moment before switching to the other side, sucking and biting to match his other side. Dark reds and purples paint his skin as you go.

When you finally pull yourself away, your gaze is drawn to the tears welling in his eyes, causing you to coo at the sight. Your free hand shifts to cup his face, brushing a thumb gently under his eye and catching the droplet before it could trek down his face. A rush of ideas fills your mind as you glance at your phone discarded on the bed. Ever since you had spoken the idea to film him out loud, the thoughts had refused to leave your mind; instead, becoming more enticing the longer they lingered.

The man below you follows your line of sight, mouth parting in a silent sound as he realizes what you're thinking. Your hand clasps around the device before you sit back, sinking further down on him, drawing a small moan from both of you. His breath catches as you call his name, drawing his full attention to you. "Color?"

"Green." He responds without hesitation. His body shakes in anticipation as his fingers dig further into the sheets. He wants to touch you so badly. Wrap his hands around your waist, your thighs, intertwine your fingers; just be able to touch you–but he can't. You haven’t permitted him. As bratty as the brunette was feeling, he knows better than to continue pushing his luck with you; knowing you’ll hold to the promise of not letting him cum.

You can't help but laugh at the speed of his response, your tone a bit condescending. "You don't even know what I want to do, and yet you're still so eager. Not even attempting to hide how much of a slut you can be?" Unlocking the device, you open the camera. "Don't know if I should punish or praise you for it." The sudden grind of your hips causes the brunette to keen, eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Why don't we let Vox decide instead, hmm?"

He likes the sound of that. He does. Except Mysta’s expression falters, if only for a split second. However, it’s enough to make you pause, making him curse himself in his brain. Stopping is the last thing he wants at this moment; wanting nothing more than for you to fuck him silly. 

The fingers that’d still been resting on his neck move over his chest. "Mysta, wait. Hey–" you toss the phone aside before running your hand soothingly along his side– "what's wrong?"

He shakes his head, eyes locked on your shoulder rather than your face. "Nuthin's wrong. I'm green."

"Mysta."

"It's not–" Mysta huffs in frustration before easing further into the bed, bringing his hands up to thread into his hair as an anxious tick. "He's streaming, right? What if we get him in trouble?"

Your mouth opens in a small 'o' as the realization hits you. "Mysta, I promise you, whether I was going to send anything to him or not, I would give him a warning first. He didn’t talk about being a part of this, so I wouldn’t spring it on him.” Your free hand softly taps on one of his wrists and once he relinquishes it from his hair, you interlock your fingers together; giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Does that help, love?"

Mysta lets out a shaky breath, taking a moment to process your words before nodding, returning the squeeze to your hand. "Yeah… fuck.” He tilts his head back to stare up at the ceiling, his other hand releasing his hair and flopping down on the bed. “I started overthinking. I'm sorry."

Your head tips to the side in confusion. "Whatever for?"

His eyes remain locked on the ceiling as he answers, "I feel like I ruined the mood you set up."

Your brows furrow in concern. Shifting your position, you slide yourself forward off of him, drawing a hissed breath from him; body shuddering at the sudden movement. You rest your chest against him, hoping the skin-to-skin contact will offer him some comfort. "Sweetheart, please don't apologize– there's nothing to even apologize for. This is completely new territory." Your thumb runs soothing circles over his hand that's still holding yours. "Honestly, I'm glad you shared your concerns with me. It’s good to know.”

He swallows before mumbling the same words you often use. "Communication is key."

"Mmm-hmm" you smile before leaning down and kissing his cheek, keeping your face inches from his. "Communication is key to any relationship. Especially poly ones."

‘I don't deserve either of you’, the detective thinks with a shuddering breath – but like hell would he give either of you up without a fight. "I love you…" He whispers into the small space between you.

"I love you too, Mysta." The way you return the words with such ease makes his heart flutter.

Thinking this would be as far as you'd take it tonight, you begin to get off of him. You’re stopped, however, when his hands clutch at your waist. "Wait don't– I don't–" He takes a deep breath as he meets your concerned gaze. "Please… can we keep going?"

"Are you sure? I know you said you were green earlier but…" Mysta sees the worry in your eyes and hates how this isn’t the first instance of his mind getting the best of him in the middle of situations like this. You would never blame him for it though, as every time he brings it up, you just shake your head, saying that it's only basic human decency. ‘If only most people had that.’, he thinks bitterly.

His hands squeeze gently on your waist. "I really want to."

“Okay, then we can continue. Just remember if it gets too much–” You cut yourself off, gesturing for him to continue your statement.

“Then I’ll use my cues or say ‘Red’.” He takes his hands off your waist, placing them back onto the soft sheets of your bed.

“That’s right, good boy~.” He pouts a bit at that, but it’s rather hard to hide how flustered he is by the praise – his already prominent blush growing brighter on his cheeks. You chuckle and reposition yourself, grinding your hips against his erection, causing him to gasp at the sudden friction. However, he protests when you lift your hips and attempt to move off of him once again. Patting his stomach, you explain, “Just a second. I wanna change the condom just in case. As much as I’d love to feel you cum in me, I’m not really in the mood for a full cleanup tonight. This morning? Whatever time it is.” You say with a small laugh to yourself. The detective huffs, but makes no further complaints; letting you remove the condom from him, and toss it into the trash beside the bed before reaching for an unopened one. After sliding the fresh one on, you reach for where you’d left the lube on the bed and pour some into your hand before making sure the new condom is thoroughly coated.

Mysta lets out another heavy breath when you take your hand away. His eyes track your movements as you open the lube once more. You can’t help but let out a breathless chuckle at the way his pupils dilate as you push your fingers inside of yourself. Blue eyes watch intently as you slowly push and pull your fingers– watching intently as they disappear inside yourself. He doesn't even attempt to quiet his whine when you insert a third finger, unable to do anything but watch as you moan at the feeling of being filled. It’s only when you feel his thighs twitch under you that you finally decide to stop teasing him; his body practically pleading with you.

Slipping your fingers out, you reach down, aligning your hips and leading his cock back into you. A pleased sigh leaves you as he refilled you, sinking down until your ass is flush against his hips. Mysta’s fingers grip at the sheets, using every last ounce of his will not to grab hold of you and start rutting his hips up into you. He’s not sure when his eyes had closed, but when they opened again, he feels his breath catch in his throat, biting down on his lip harshly. In your hand was your phone, camera angled down at him. Your head tips to the side, giving him a sadistic smile – one that he swore could rival Vox’s. “Aww, you can’t be camera shy now baby~.” You coo down at him. “Don’t you want to show Vox how pretty you are?”

Mysta lets out a pathetic moan and you buck your hips; the way you tighten around him swiftly distracts him from the recording phone in front of him. “God, babe please–I wanna cum so fucking bad. Please–!” A strangled gasp cuts off his words as you suddenly pick up the pace, slamming your hips down on him. The sudden rush had him hanging over the edge almost instantly. Though, was it a surprise after you’d edged him twice already? “I–ah–close! I’m so close– please!”

“That’s it, such a good boy.” You praise, free hand reaching back to grip his thigh to give yourself more leverage. The hand holding your phone tilts the device down, capturing the way his cock slid in and out of you with ease, causing a toe-curling shiver of pleasure to rush through you. You almost drop your phone with a gasp on the next thrust as his cock brushes against that bundle of nerves within you. Re-angling your hips, you start moving at a much more determined pace, the brunette’s moans mixing with yours. It takes a moment for you to remember the still-recording video; fixing your hold on the phone, you tilt it back up so it re-captures Mysta’s face. He meets your pleasure-filled gaze, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Your voice has taken on a smoky tone as you coo, “You want to cum, baby?”

“Ye-yes! Please! I–” He pleads, voice shaking with desperation and pulling at the sheets.

With breathless pleasure, you moan out, “Then cum, sweet boy.” That seems to be all he needs as his hips jerk up against you once–  twice more, before stilling as his cum fills the condom. You, on the other hand, don’t stop your movements, continuing to ride him through his orgasm; drawing his high out longer. Only when his body relaxes into the sheets do you slow your pace before slipping slowly off of him entirely. Checking your phone, you make sure you’ve stopped recording before sending a few quick texts to Vox before attaching the video after. With that done, you toss the device aside and remove the used condom from your tired boyfriend; tying it off before disposing of it.

Mysta’s all but ready to fall back asleep when he feels your hand grasp him once more. Instinctively, he tries to jerk away, still sensitive. However, you have other plans in mind. Slipping another condom onto him, you straddle him once more before quickly sinking down, pulling a strangled sound from him. “Wait, what are–Ah!” The pace you set practically knocks the air out of his lungs, bouncing fast and rough down on him. “Ah–wai–shit! Wait! To–too much! I just came, I’m–ha–sensitive!”

“But I thought you wanted to cum, love? We both know you can do more than one.”

“But–”

“I haven’t even cum yet. Don’t you want me to cum? Don’t you want to cum with me?” Mysta can’t help but whimper at your words. God, yes, he wants to see you cum.

“Y–yes, yes, I–” His words, however, are cut off as his body is overtaken in a rush of his second orgasm, arms instinctively coming up to wrap around your waist tightly. Slowing your pace once more, you lean down to kiss away the tears freely rushing down his face. Once his breathing has calmed a bit, you move off of him just enough to remove the soiled condom, tie it off, and toss it toward the trash, before rolling on a fresh one and slipping him back inside of you. The sound he makes is a mix between a sob and a moan, body shaking from the overstimulation. “To–too much! I can’t, I caaaan’t –” He gasps, words broken between sobs.

“You can. I know you can, sweetheart.” Your words trail off with a moan, your eyes fluttering from the pleasure. Shifting your weight, one of your elbows rests beside his head while your other pulls one of his arms from your waist, guiding it to your ass. With the proper permission to touch you granted, his other hand swiftly joins its twin– fingers digging into your skin. Watching his expression, you wait a moment to see if he’ll use his nonverbal cue. When the signal doesn’t come, you continue, “You’ll be a good boy and give me one more, won't you?” He sobs at your words, however, his head moves in frantic nods, and you can feel him spread his legs further to anchor himself beneath you. “Good boy.” The words drip from your mouth like honey, before capturing his lips in a kiss. It’s a mess of tongues, spit, and teeth – though neither of you cares at this point.

So lost in the moment, you don't hear the squeak of your bedroom door opening, eyes closed and lost in your make-out. A warm deep chuckle is what separates you, strings of saliva snapping, leaving glistening trails down the detective's chin as you sit up to meet the golden eyes of your boyfriend. “Either this room has very good installation, or I’m very lucky I didn’t have my stream set up for ASMR.” The door shuts with a soft click behind him.

Your movements on the detective's cock don’t slow, shooting the demon a playful smirk, words coming out breathless, laced in a groan. “Who knows? We could always test it out. Ah - Maybe make our own little edited roleplay~” That draws another moan from the man below you, feeling his hands squeeze down harder on your ass; the sting only adding to your pleasure. Your expression softens as you look down at him, one hand moving to trace along the marks you'd made across his chest. “You’d like that, baby? A little something just for us?” His hands move down, digging his fingers into the back of your thighs as his hips jerk frantically against you, more tears streaking down his face; chasing the ecstasy.

“Now that’s an idea.~” Vox chuckles again as he takes a seat in the armchair just across from the bed. He makes himself comfortable: removing his suit jacket before crossing one leg over the other, propping one elbow on the armrest as he rests his chin in his hand, golden eyes appraising your forms tangled upon the bed sheets. “Have you let him cum yet?”

You nod as your gaze returns to the sprawled body beneath you. “He’s cum twice so far. But he’s going to give me one more. Mmn, isn’t that right, Mysta? Gonna, ah – cum with me as I finish?” Your question is met with another frantic nod, a moan vibrating deep within his chest.

“What a good boy.” The demon praises.

“He is, isn’t he?” Your hands trail from his chest to cup his throat, your thumb rubbing over the sensitive skin. “Did you like the video?” Mysta’s eyes widen, breath hitching as it feels as though more blood has somehow rushed to his face. Subconsciously, he can’t help but turn his head to try to catch Vox's expression, only to find the demon's gaze already locked on him.

Vox hums, eyes lidded in such a way that makes the pink of his eyes more apparent. “I did.” He shifts his weight in the chair, attempting to ease the pressure off of the semi-hard erection in his pants, gaze remaining locked with the detective. “I was just ending the stream when you sent it.”

You chose this moment to slow your bouncing movements; instead, grinding your hips against Mysta, causing his back to arch off the bed. “Wish I had started recording earlier– could have seen how pretty he looked as I fucked him in his sleep. Ah! Maybe next time?” That drew moans from both men, Vox’s ending in more of a growl. You feel Mysta’s hands start pulling insistently at you, brokenly calling out your name.

“I can’t– I–ah, please– can’t! Too much!” Meeting his eyes, you can tell the overstimulation is beginning to take its toll on him. Except… you know that’s not entirely true; both you and Vox have pulled many more orgasms from him in a single night before.

However, tonight is not about pushing his limits.

“All right, love. Last one, okay?” You soothe, brushing the tears from his cheek. “I want you to finish with me. Think you can do that, darling?”

His head starts nodding vigorously, “Please– I–” He gasps for breath, eyes losing focus as more tears cloud his vision. “Want you to–to feel good–”

Humming, you trail kisses across his face. “Such a sweet boy, thank you.” One of your hands trails back towards his chest to tease at his nipples, causing his body to jolt, as your other trails down to your sex to help you closer to the edge. Moans fall from your lips as your pace grows sloppier, changing to short thrusts to keep him deep within you while grinding down harder on his shaft. In truth, you know it wouldn’t take much more to send you both over. As far gone as he is, Mysta still seems to pick up on that.

Shifting his hold so one of his hands wraps around the back of your neck – pulling you towards his bare shoulder, while his other hand drags his sharp nails down your back. Hissing at the pained pleasure, your teeth instinctively sink into the pale skin of his shoulder. It’s the last push the two of you need to fall right over that edge, moaning out each other's names in desperate ecstasy. Hips stutter in their last efforts to prolong that pleasure before it’s officially too much for the detective, hissing through clenched teeth at any small movement that jostles you over him.

As the high of his third orgasm eases, Mysta falls limp against the sweat-soaked sheets; blinking blearily at the ceiling. Easing your jaw open, you place a few kisses against the new mark before shifting off of him as carefully as you can. Once his softening cock has slipped out of you, you ease yourself back onto the bed as you pick up the sound of the bedroom door opening once more. Vox is no longer in the chair across from the bed, giving you the assumption that he’s left to do something.

Your attention drifts back to your boyfriend still sprawled out beside you. His chest rises and falls as he tries to regain his breath, blush still spread across his chest, shoulders, and face. You can’t help but drag your gaze down his body, a sliver of possessive pride filling you with every bite and hickey that litters his skin. Wanting him to be comfortable as he recovers, you try to make quick work of the soiled condom. Easing it off him as carefully as you can before tying it off and making sure it lands in the trash this time.

Climbing back into bed, you curl around your still panting boyfriend's side, throwing one arm across his stomach as your other hand reaches up to brush away the sweaty locks of hair from his face. “You did so well, Mysta.” You praise, leaning over to press a soft kiss against his forehead as he lets out a weak whine. “So, so well.” You can hear the sound of approaching footsteps, looking up to find Vox returning but not empty-handed. After taking a few long strides, he reaches the bed and takes a seat beside you before holding up a damp cloth and two water bottles. Sitting up once more, you lean over to press a kiss against his cheek. “Thank you, love.” He allows you to take the water but pulls back when you reach for the warm towel.

“Allow me to clean you both. You just relax and continue to care for our boy, won’t you, darling?” Not finding a reason to argue with him, you do as he asks; moving instead to uncap one bottle. You signal Mysta to prop himself up as you do before bringing the water to the brunette’s lips. Once he’s downed nearly half, you pull the bottle back and down the rest yourself. As you're setting the empty bottle on your nightstand, a warm hand gently nudges at your thighs and you easily part your legs to allow Vox to clean you. 

The warmth of the cloth against your skin is rather soothing, letting out a content sigh as you let yourself sink back against the bed, your body growing lax. Vox smiles at the action, feeling his heart swell within his chest. Seeing you so content, so at ease with them– god he loves you so much. Unable to help himself, he settles between your spread legs, dark strands of hair slipping past his shoulders and bruising against your skin in ticklish ways as his lips press chaste kisses along your inner thighs. The way you gasp, thighs twitching with each kiss only makes him crave more; desire burning in his eyes and heat pooling core, causing his still semi-hard erection to twitch in his pants. However, he knows you're tired. You’d been going for a while with Mysta; the last thing he wanted was to make you also feel overwhelmed in a non-pleasurable way. So, once you're all cleaned up, he peppers a few kisses against your thighs before moving over to Mysta.

Settling at his side, Vox brings his free hand up to cup the other man's cheek. Blue eyes meet gold and Vox can't help but lean down to press a kiss against his swollen lips. Pulling back just enough so he can properly see Mysta’s expression, he asks, “I know you are sensitive, my boy, but would it be alright if I wiped you down? We all know dried cum and lube aren’t a fun feeling.” Mysta’s nose scrunches at the thought before reluctantly giving a small nod. Vox swoops down to press a couple more feather-light kisses to his lips before shuffling down the bed to be closer to the other's waist.

You shift beside the pair, lightly trailing one of your hands over the detective’s chest before letting your hand rest over his fast-beating heart; drawing nonsensical shapes with the tips of your fingers. Mysta can’t help but flinch at the first contact of the now slightly cooled cloth against his sensitive cock. You attempt to distract him from the feeling by tipping his head in your direction, drawing him into a slow and loving kiss. His lips part easily when you seek entrance, a moan rumbling in his chest as your tongues brush against each other in a wet but sensual dance.

A breathy chuckle draws the two of you apart. “Careful, sweet thing…” There’s a playful lilt to the demon’s words. “You might just work him back up for another round.”

“Oh fuck no.” Mysta quickly denies, “I’m checked out for the night, thank you very much.” That draws loud laughter from both you and the demon. Your head thrown back against the pillows and Vox rests his on Mysta’s pale thigh. Once the laughter has calmed, Vox retracts himself from the bed to toss the soiled rag into the clothes hamper; picking up the clothes you’d discarded earlier as he goes. When he returns to the bedside, he can’t help but soak in the sight of the pair of you tangled around each other; exhausted yet basking in the afterglow. Mysta, feeling impatient, reaches out to beckon him closer. “Vox, get over here.” The demon chuckles but complies with the brunette’s demand, climbing back into bed with you.

Thinking it’d be best to have your clothes, you sit up to retrieve them except Vox's hand quickly clasps around your wrist, stopping you. “Wait.” His eyes travel down your uncovered chest, lingering on the nearly faded bruise over your heart before re-meeting your tired gaze. His grip loosened on your wrist before lightly trailing up your arm and chest to stroke fondly over the mark. “Before you get dressed, may I?” It only took a second for you to understand what he wants to do, your light laughter filling the air as you nod, relaxing back on your propped-up arms so you can watch him work. Vox smiles, his eyes filled with adoration and sin. “Thank you, darling.”

Vox crawls forward, towering over your frame before leaning down to press a hungry kiss to your lips, then dragging himself down to level his mouth with your chest. He peppers the skin with more kisses before settling just over your beating heart, sinking his fangs into your skin. You hiss at the sting, one of your hands tangling in his long inky strands, pulling at it before he soothes the bite with his tongue. The demon continues to lick and suck until he’s satisfied with the mark, hands preoccupied with petting your hips. He gives it one final kiss before pulling back, passing your clothes to you before he sits back. As you shuffle back into your pajamas, Vox’s attention shifts to the detective beside you, who’s already midway back to falling asleep. Brushing his knuckles along the other's cheek, he softly calls, “Mysta?”

Mysta’s eyes flutter, before slowly opening to meet his gaze. “Hmm?”

Vox’s hand moves down, trailing across his throat and chest before coming to rest over the brunette’s heart. “May I?” Mysta blinks for a moment, sleepy mind processing what was asked before mumbling and nodding his head. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Vox leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, and another to his cheek before shifting back down to the detective's chest. Vox takes a moment to inspect the marks you’ve left, tracing the tip of one of his nails over them, humming in appreciation. Fully dressed, you've returned to cuddling into the brunette’s side, watching Vox assess your work scrawled across the detective's torso with slow, tired blinks. Not wanting to keep either of you up any longer, the demon moves in, making a mark identical to the one he’d left on your chest. Mysta squirms and Vox has to grip his waist to hold him still, only releasing him when he’s satisfied; licking at the bite to soothe it. He leaves a few more kisses against it before helping Mysta back into his clothes; the detective being barely conscious at this point.

Sitting back, he notes that you’ve already fallen asleep beside the brunette, a smile tugs at his lips at the peaceful expression on your face. He helps tuck Mysta further into your side before pulling the discarded blankets up, adjusting them so they cover both of you. Before setting in himself, he can’t help but watch the pair of you for another moment, nothing but love in his eyes. He’s so pleased that the pair of you had enjoyed yourselves, proud of you both for discussing and trying out new things together. Reaching a hand up he brushes his knuckles along the sides of your sleeping faces, before leaning down to leave a ghost of a kiss to each of your temples.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the push he needed to look into attempting something new himself; wanting to personally experience some of the new trust and comfort that was shared between you two. However, that’s something he’d need to decide at another time, not at nearly two in the morning. For now, he makes a mental note to change and wash the sheets in the morning, before tucking himself in beside his lovers.

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