"I Have Done You A Favor, Now It's Your Turn"

Valentine's Day

*Warning: Sex*

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"Are you sure you're fine?" Asked Amaimon tenderly, letting the back of his hand caress the pale smooth skin of his lover underneath him; both sweating and naked, presenting each other with no shame.

Rin smiled, his cheeks so rosy as he accepted the teasing poke against his entrance. He gave a short light chuckle when his smiled fall and Amaimon scowled– how many times have they attempted this foreplay?

The youngling wrapped his arms around the neck of his lover, bringing him close, and whispered, "Go on~ I want to feel you inside~"

Amaimon felt overjoyed and energetic, without any limitation nor approval to be conducted, he push ever-so-slowly inside–

"AMAIMON!"

"Gh?!"

The aforementioned king was startled, slipping off the bed with a thud and groan from frustration. On the other hand, his desecrator chuckled above the bed.

Rin combed his hair back with his fingers, letting some strands slip from his grasp and position, "Why are you so jumpy this morning? You're not always like this." He pouted, even if he knows the cause and dislikes of his lover.

"I wonder who yelled in the morning..." Amaimon mumbled. He glanced over the clock Mephisto gifted them, "It's even four in the morning..."

Rin smirked, "Don't care! 'Cuz we're going to bake today!"

The bright smile is enough to satisfy the king from his cranky dawning, he couldn't get enough of this smile, even if it was shown to others. He may be selfish at points, but he is not that sinful to hoard Rin's appeal to himself. However, as much as Amaimon loved his lover so much, he couldn't help but loathe the activities Rin wanted to perform– he would not normally grumble under the topic of food, prepared yours truly Rin, but so.

He sat up from the floor, climbing up to the bed and pulled his lover, and plucked him underneath the comfy blankets. "No." The king grunts, "And who declared we will bake?"

"Me!" Rin jumped, pouncing over the sleepy lover. "You promised!" He whined.

Ah, of course. The King hugged the boy tighter, "Do it in the afternoon. Not now when I am still sleepy." The king snuggled.

Out of all the requests, he must agree, why has his mouth run on its own? Perhaps his mortal body is not properly functioning– no, that's an excuse. The body is mindless, it could only function if he takes the form.

"B-but Samael and I are going to shop in the afternoon!" Exclaimed the fledgling, pushing his lover and bolted out of the room. "If you won't help me then fine!" Yelled across the hall.

Upon mentioning their elder brother's name, Amaimon sat up quickly and threw the covers on the floor. Slipping a bit as he rushes to catch up with his lover down the hall.

The Gehenna's palace was quite loud for that morning– was there even a light to identify if it was the day?

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