"Dancing with the Devil." | Larry Stylinson. TRANSLATION

XXII. "This Is How It Feels"

Heat, sweat, passion, and the smell of sex were in the Devil's office, in the depths of the enormous and endless hell.

Yes, Louis had been craving this for a long time. To have his boy naked on top of him, jumping on his erection, kissing his whole body, and having his moans echo in his office. All this while sitting on his throne, feeling like a real king.

He stroked his buttocks as he made him stop bouncing when he was very close. He wanted to enjoy those sensations more, to have the little body, naked and sweaty over his own, which was covered with his clothes, but with his pants down, of course.

He took his curls in a fist, pulling back to lift his face and attacking those reddish, slightly swollen lips. Harry groaned, responding as best he could. He felt breathless, very warm, very pleased. The Devil's hands were everywhere, his kisses made him feel closer to the edge, and the dirty words he whispered in his ear made him feel like a very, very bad boy.

He loved him so much.

Louis ordered Harry's movements between kisses, and he again restarted his hip movements, bouncing on the erection of his prince, his husband, his king. His everything.

The boy wrapped his arms around the Devil's neck, clutching and biting his lower lip, with his little eyes closed and a slight scowl. The Devil brought his hands to Harry's waist, pressing it to help him go up and down faster. Again in that room there was moaning, panting, and snapping of kisses. It was all just too much, and none of them could stand it for long. They climaxed almost at the same time, their bodies shaking with the discharges of pleasure mixed with relief. Harry stained the entity's clothing with his essence and noticed it almost immediately.

He remained embraced by the body of his husband, who kissed him wetly on the neck. —I'm sorry... —He apologized between bursts of breath.

Louis playfully bit his neck in the area where the boy was ticklish, making him laugh adorably and squirm a little in his arms, which tightened.

—You should have a bed here...

—We should, —the Devil corrects. —This is yours, too. —A tingling was present in Harry's tummy as he received a kiss in his ear. —Although I like to make you mine on my throne, —he says lowly, and squeezes his buttocks, causing him to moan audibly.

The Devil pulls away just to lift his chin and kiss him on the lips. Their tongues meet immediately, rubbing against each other, making wet sounds and more heat in their chests. Louis pulls away with a gentle bite to the boy's lower lip and then opens his eyes to see him.

Uncombed curls, flushed cheeks, red lips, and shiny, dilated eyes. The boy's gaze goes from gawky to confused to embarrassed.

—What is it? —He asked, tilting his head, slightly frowning.

—You look fucking good, —the Devil flatters, causing his boy to blush and laugh silently on an exhalation, lowering his gaze and slowly shaking his head. The King's eyebrows raise for a few seconds. —Oh, come on. Tell me my favorite boy doesn't know he's beautiful.

Once again, the little one denies, without looking up. —No...

—Are you contradicting me? —Louis' mouth goes back to the little one's ear. —Because, you see, I'm a liar... but I don't need to be with my husband. —He licked his earlobe before holding him better against his chest and watching him. —We should get back. It doesn't take long for them to wake up in your house, and it would be strange if they saw you on the stairs blindfolded by one of your socks.

Harry can't help but laugh and raise his face, asking for a kiss, getting it happily. He sighs deeply through his nose, his chest filling with love.