SkepHalo Collection Book

amongst the steam [FS]

| total self indulgence

Warnings: Bad knots Skeppy's mouth that's ab it
Type: Fluffy smut

Top?: Skeppy
Bottom?: Bad

Enjoy!! |

Skeppy groaned contentedly as Bad massaged shampoo into his scalp.

Hot water hit and ran down his chest. His back was pressed into Bad's chest, letting the demon support him as he washed his hair.

The moment was so warm, so tender and comfy that Skeppy couldn't be blamed when his eyes slipped closed and be put a little more weight on Bad. He could almost feel himself melt. Everything was so soft.

"Can you turn around for me?" Bad muttered into Skeppy's ear. Even his delivery with words was gentle. The atmosphere was infectious.

Skeppy hummed and turned around, stepping under the water and letting Bad work the soap out.

"You're so pretty." Bad complimented, kissing Skeppy's collarbone. There was no need. Nothing was happening, this task was completely mundane. It just seemed to fit in.

Skeppy leaned forward, falling against Bad's chest. Water pelted his back and spread warmth on his skin.

"Can you switch with me? I still need to wash up." Bad said, threading his nails through Skeppy's wet hair. The shorter of the two grumbled, but complied.

Skeppy stayed glued to Bad's torso as the demon washed his hair, enjoying the occasional pets to his damp head and quiet compliments.

Skeppy opened his eyes, watching water droplets trail down Bad's shoulder. He shifted, lifting his head just slightly and dragging his tongue over the wet flesh.

Bad squeaked, glaring at Skeppy as he shook his hair under the stream of water.

"Skeppy, I just got clean." He chuckled. Skeppy just spared him a glance and attached his lips to the flesh

Bad inhaled sharply, falling against the cool tiled wall. He huffed as Skeppy sucked on his wet skin, no doubt leaving a hickey.

Skeppy kissed lower, stopping at Bad's nipples to latch his lips around one.

"Skeppy, w-we are no-" Bad just barely bit back an obscene moan that threatened to escape as Skeppy's tongue lapped at his chest.

Bad panted as Skeppy laid his palm flat on Bad's navel. He popped off Bad's nipple, licking away any remnants of spit. His hand rubbed lower, resting on Bad's v-line.

Skeppy was silent as he continued lower, placing kisses and hickies at random until he was on his knees. Bad whined as his dick jumped to life. The image of Skeppy kneeling for him never failed to get him going.

Skeppy held Bad's dick, sitting up straight and opening his mouth. He tongue rolling out past his lips.

He looked up at Bad, wanting to know if this was ok. And Bad would be a mad man to turn down a blowjob from such a lovely face.

He thread his fingers in Skeppy's damp hair - loving the way the black locks hung in front of his eyes - and took a handful. He nudged Skeppy's mouth to the tip of his dick, hoping he got the silent message.

Skeppy took his eyes off Bad and looked at the task in front of him. He didn't know what got him so horny in the first place, but now that he was presented with what he wanted, he was estatic.