A whimperish moan slipped past your lips as your demonic partner slowly grinded up into you.
He chuckled lowly, setting his head onto your smaller shoulder, his mass of messy hair tickling your face.
A rough buck made you yelp, fingers clenching against his lovely stripped jacket, gasps flooding past slouching lips and terrorized your breath.
He knew what he was doing to you, rolling his hips up into a certain spot under you, giving off a dominance that always seemed to make you hard and needy. Oh he knew every single little spot of yours.
"O-oh God... B-Beetlejuice..."
His burly hands were quick to squeeze another whimperish gasp from you, a small, sluggish moan forming and croaking out after. His tight grip on your hips made you ache for something more than just this. Like his name.
What was it about his name? You could have sworn you've hea-
"F-fuck o-ow! No biting!"
Legs clenching around his jolting waist, you hit on his back desperately. He had bit into your shoulder, and the instant seething pain blocked out your thought process for a few seconds. However, even then, you were still curious on his name's worldy connection.
Worldly
World.
What follows a world?
A moon.
What is a really fucking bright (unlike him) moon?
Betelgeuse.
Holy fuck hes the damn Man Of The Moon.
"HOLY SHIT HAHAH! You fucking moon baby!"
Quickly the larger male pulled away, his face ridden with anxiety and depressive expressions. He hated that you had pointed it out. In fact, his gruff voice went to stop you from saying more.
"Noooo... Babe don't do thiiiiis..."
"It's too late! Your a fucking cheese wheel!"
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