Darkiplier x Antisepticeye (Contains Smut)

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Dark's eyes immediately fluttered and closed as their lips touched, melting right into the kiss as he kissed back, passionately, but caringly. He tilted his head back as Anti moved down to his neck, one of his own hands gliding up to caress the side and back of Anti's neck.
Dark smiled softly at his husband's words, moving his hand from Anti's neck to Anti's face, gently pulling him away. He kissed Anti sweetly for just a brief moment. "I won't wreck you," he whispered into Anti's lips, before his own lips trailed down to Anti's jaw and neck, moving up to Anti's ear. He gently bit and tugged at the lobe. "You'll wreck yourself on me." He growled, his eyes almost glowing red.
His sweet, subtle chocolaty aroma suddenly switched to a strong, dominating dark chocolaty smell, not even remotely overwhelming or sickening, yet, enough to cause the senses of smell cut out all other senses. It was binding, addicting, controlling.
Dark's hands moved down to Anti's waist, tugging up the shirt carefully. "Strip." He commanded in his seductively demonic, growly voice, as he got off Anti's lap, walking to the bedroom. He did not call Anti in, he did not say anything more than just 'strip'.
Dark was a gentle top, but if he was in the mood, he could be the exact opposite.
And his aroma explained exactly how he'd be.

Anti, once he felt the shift in his tone, let out a soft gasp. He moaned quietly when his husband bit down on his ear.
When he smelled the chocolate scent, he began to purr even louder, and after his husband walked to the bedroom, he shifted into Ace, mainly because he really wasn’t feeling like prep work.
He got undressed quickly, and walked into the bedroom, everything exposed. His soft breasts hung delicately on his chest, his thighs were soft, his soft dick lying between the plush flesh enticingly. His nipple piercings tugged on his soft pink flesh, and he looked nothing short of magnificent.
“You called, sir?” He murmured, playing the obedient part up, letting Dark gaze over his bare body.

Dark was at his bag, faced away, simply grabbing the lube. His ears perked up at the footsteps and he turned around, looking at Amare up and down, eyes grazing over each and every curve and freckle.
He smirked, though barely visible, as he walked closer to Amare. "I most certainly did not, my Rose." He said in the same, low, deep voice. He looked... sexily scary.
Dark snickered as he stood face-to-face with Anti looking down at the shorter demon as his fingers lightly glided over the curvy waist. Ticklingly light.
Dark clenched his jaw at Amare's gorgeous body, tilting his head and relaxing his neck by cracking his neck.
He grasped Amare gently by his waist as he walked towards the wall, his lips locked with Amare's, kissing them with almost a magical, numbing effect, the kind of kiss that could take all your attention away, even from your own body.
His lips moved down to Amare's neck when they hit a wall, his hands now sliding down slowly to Amare's hips, moving back once to knead their ass before coming to the front, teasing only around their inner thigh, lower abdomen, and hips. He wasn't just caressing his whole hands on their skin. Something was... magical. His fingers were pressing and caressing all the right spots, like they could detect them, sending a good electric sensation through the nerves. His lips moved lower to Amare's shoulder with a soft sigh-like growl, kissing at the soft, pale skin.

Amare parted his lips, replying when he stepped closer.
“Oh, my apologies sir, I thought I heard you-“
He was cut off by his kiss, letting out a soft, almost emphatic moan. He leant back against the wall, and gasped softly, fingers tracing along his back.
“Fuck...Darkling...” he murmured, already sounding breathless.
He panted, closing his eyes.
“Sir...what do you want to do with me?” He breathed.

One corner of Dark's lip curled up into a sinister smirk. He scoffed silently, his kisses now down to Amare's sensitive collarbone.
He growled like a tiger, a throaty growl, one of his hands slowly moving to Amare's dick, only stimulating the base, working him up. It'd be pleasurable, it'd just be teasingly, annoyingly subtle, feeling as if it'd increase any moment, but it just wouldn't change. A constant subtle tingle, not spreading beyond Amare's lower stomach.
Dark moved his lips up to Amare's ear, his own ear close to Amare's mouth and nose, cherishing each little noise and breath. "I'll make you beg, I'll make you whimper, I'll make you crave me, then I'll leave it all to you. You'll fuck yourself on me, you'll make a mess, you'll... wreck... yourself. Use me, use a toy, use whatever you wish... All I'll do is carry you, tease you." He whispered. He moved just one of his fingers along the most sensitive nerve on Amare's cock with a light yet strongly stimulating pressure up to the sensitive tip as his lips moved down to Amare's tender breasts, kissing the soft skin and around the nipples.