"Claude..." Azrael sighed. The one in question had bitten down on his smallest finger. Their eyes taunted him as their mouth lingered. That is- until they bit the finger off completely.
Azrael gasped, flinching at the pain. Yet it was a sweet pain. His eyes fluttered closed, and he brought his wounded finger up to his own mouth.
The blood smoothed over his lips, under his nose where he was taking in Claude's smell. Some saliva of theirs remained on the wound... Even something as little as this was irresistible to Azrael. The angel stuck his finger between his lips slowly, making sure he could savor every bit of this.
To have Claude's taste on his tongue - this was Azrael's newfound Heaven. Each glance, each touch, each taste, each scent. Everything about Claude was a glimpse of paradise. It was no wonder why the angel had felt so at home with them, even from the start. Sure, he'd had his hesitations, but who wouldn't with something that felt too good to be true?
And fuck, did Claude feel too good.
Azrael opened his eyes, capturing Claude in a half-lidded gaze.
When did the heat rush to his face? When did he lose feeling in his body? It was as if he was intoxicated.
His tongue swirled around his newly healed finger, lapping up any bit of Claude he might've missed. But that wasn't enough. Oh, obviously not.
The object of Azrael's desire had devoured the tip of his finger, and seemed to be considering the taste of it. When their eyes met with his, their face squinted into a sly grin.
How amusing, they must think.
Azrael huffed out a breathy laugh.
"Dost thou have any idea how this affects me?"
The other hummed, replying in a sing-song voice.
"Not really, no~" They continued smiling up at him, unfazed by his deteriorating state.
Lies. Why don't you just strangle the truth out of them, then-
Azrael's body had moved on its own- an action that ended up with him pinning Claude to the floor beneath him.
The fallen angel's desire now bared its teeth in the same manner that he did. He snarled down at his companion, "THEN SHALL I SHOW THEE?"
Claude opened their mouth to give a snide reply, but Azrael had already given in and sunken his fangs into their shoulder. As his tongue moved along the wound to desperately collect Claude's taste, Claude looked on in amusement- not even flinching at the bite. They huffed out a laugh and reached up to place their hands in Azrael's hair, caressing the back of his head, egging him on.
The angel eventually broke away from Claude's shoulder, but he continued to lick at the wound. This was an action that would heal Claude faster and allow Azrael to have even more of that flavor on his tongue. When he was satisfied with his work, Azrael placed a little kiss where the wound had been. Finally moving on, his kisses adventured farther down his companion's shoulder. He explored their collarbone, sucking at it. Tasting it.
Soon he came to deal with their clothes hindering his exploration, and thus the frustration moved him to tear the fabric between his teeth.
As the garment ripped, however, he stopped to look at Claude. A question displayed in his eyes, and Claude rolled their own.
"Stopping so soon? You never cared about my clothes all those times you ate me, did you?"
Azrael narrowed his eyes at them and tilted his head. That's not really an answer, now, is it?
Claude stifled a laugh. "You're fine, Azzy," they hummed. And a soft answer was more than enough. One swift swing of Azrael's jaw, and the rest of Claude's torso was free.
Yes, Azrael had seen all of Claude before, but it was different- there was nothing to notice. Now, though, everything stood out to him. Every curve, every crevice, every detail. He wanted alll of it burned into his memory. And so his lips and his tongue traced along Claude, painting the canvas in his mind. He pressed his teeth into different parts of them. Places like their chest and their lower stomach were more soft, he found. Thinking such areas felt nice, Azrael placed more pressure on them, and even bit into them.
Deeming no reaction from Claude, Azrael began to wonder how they felt during all of this. Suddenly, though, he felt Claude's hands move from his hair, sliding down his back. Their fingers brushed against the base of his wings, which sent a startling sensation through Azrael's body. A sound escaped his lips, but was slightly muffled by Claude's skin.
Unfortunately for Azrael, that sound was enough to spark Claude's curiosity. This prompted more intentional touches from the one beneath him.
Their slim fingers pressed into that same spot, and their hands wrapped around its feathery structure. They poked, prodded, rubbed. All of which made Azrael's back arch, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
The angel's head swung forward while his voice rang out into the air; the voice itself changing temporarily while his body twisted itself out of shape. His wings fanned out, and another pair of fleshy wings did too. That was new.
But despite this reaction, Azrael's face remained the same. He was panting breaths above Claude's face. Obviously too distracted now to continue what he was doing. "F-fuck..." The angel whimpered.
Claude's mouth twisted into a smug grin before they pulled Azrael down closer to them, and connected their lips with his. Azrael melted into the kiss. His eyes closed, and his body changed even more.
An opening appeared on his torso, exposing throbbing tendrils all bunched together inside.
Azrael's hands moved instinctively to collect Claude's, pulling them close to this aching hole in his chest. He entwined his fingers with Claude's, holding on for dear life. His eyes opened, and he looked deeply into the void of Claude's eyes. "Please.." He begged against their lips.
That must have been amusing enough for Claude, seeing as they did not hesitate to dip their fingers inside. And so Azrael's entire being melted all around them. Everything else faded away until it was only Claude's movements inside of him. Claude, on the other hand, would witness the thrashing and turning of a body that defies physics. They continued, watching for what seemed to be the climax, and then abruptly stopped.
??????????
What?
What happened??
Azrael's body froze.
Claude slid themself out from underneath him, and rose to their feet. They shook their hands free of any residue, and just stretched nonchalantly.
HUH?????
Unable to process what the fuck just happened, what the fuck is happening right now, Azrael lost consciousness, and his body dropped to the ground.
But then it started moving.
Crunch. Crackle. Crackle. Crunch.
A new form revealed itself. One more ravenous than any of the previous ones...
It was not pale like Azrael ever was, but pitch black. A figure with many odd, sharp shapes and limbs. Too many teeth.
Teeth that all curved into a smile.
"THANK YOU."
Teeth that finally parted, and swallowed Claude whole.
