DoomPet

Chapter 80 (TW: NSFW)

He yanked the now naked demon into the bathroom and pulled him in for another kiss, "Didn't you say you wanted to learn how to shave?" He picked the demon up, making him let out a little gasp of surprise. The Slayer set him down on the sink countertop, and got the shaving cream and razors out.

Crüe's heart was skipping beats. Sure, he knew the Slayer loved him, but him getting to be the little one that got picked up and moved around and getting shown this much affection... his heart was melting. The Slayer instructed him how the whole shaving thing worked, then handed him a razor and bared his throat to the demon.

It was the ultimate act of trust.

It went painfully slow at first. The demon took a few minutes to even apply the shaving cream to the Slayer's face. The man didn't mind, he just leaned his body into the demon's warm legs, feeling the warmth radiating from his thighs.

Little by little Crüe used the razor on him, taking a little stubble off here and there as he was too afraid to do the sweeping large strokes the Slayer had instructed him to do. It was also rather dark. The only lighting in the bathroom was moonlight slipping in through the window, "Does it hurt?"

The man's lips smiled, terrifying the demon that he would cut his delicate flesh. "No, you're doing a good job."

The demon took an excruciatingly long time around the man's mouth, especially that little dip that's right below humans's noses. He then moved down to the man's throat and was able to do some longer, sweeping slices there. He watched intently as the man washed the shaving cream off his face and dried off, revealing his clean shaven self.

The Slayer beamed at the demon, and took a little sip of wine, "Look you did great!"

Crüe hopped off the counter and kissed the man, his long tongue slipping inside his mouth chasing the aftertaste of the wine the man drank. The delicious clean smell of the shaving cream still lingered like cologne.

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get a bubble bath?" The man struggled to get the sentence out between kisses. He was so happy, his face was getting red with blush.

Crüe finally stopped mauling him with love and pulled back, a sly smile on his face, "Did you plan this date night?"

The Slayer was now radiating blush, "Of course not, ok maybe a bit. If I'm ever bored on patrol I think of what I want to do with you... and to you."

The nonexistent hairs stood up on the back of the demon's neck. "I like the sound of that."

It only took a second and the warm bath was ready. They both hurried in and held each other close. There was something mundane about sitting in the bottom of a bathtub, staring at how the rivulets of water began overlapping and growing deeper and deeper. They both looked rather stupid sitting all hunched together and naked. In an effort to break the silence, the Slayer scooted over, leaning against the back of the tub, right by the faucet. The warm water hit his right shoulder and ran down his chest and belly, making him nearly purr with delight.

Crüe moved beside him, resting his big horned head on the man's left side of his chest, listening to his heartbeat and absorbing the warmth. "I don't want this to end. I want the rest of our lives to be as perfect as this moment."

A warm hand reached out and held the back of the demon' head, pulling him in closer. "No matter what happens I'll always love you." The Slayer kissed Crüe's horns, his lips lingering a moment too long, before pulling away. "Soon we'll have to head out and prepare to fight again." He murmured his words, hating to hear that he couldn't always hold his lover this close. "But at least we'll be fighting side by side."