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The next morning Amon groaned laying on top of the other snoring heavily. Rachit was quick to wake up in the morning, woken by Amons snoring. He didn't want to wake him, so he did his best to move him softly and slip away. He smiled and heading to the bathroom to shower, feeling sticky and sore. Amon groaned so loudly and whines when he left, hugging a pillow with a loud whine cuddling into it. His eyes and tail returned to normal and didn’t glow pink with lust. Rachit spent awhile in the shower mostly- ahem- cleaning himself out which wasn't the easiest process. When he was done he stepped out and dried off, quickly realizing he forgot to grab clothes. He stepped into Amons room hoping he was still asleep as he really like people seeing the scars around his neck or brand over his back, quickly trying to find clothes with the towel around his waist.

Amon groaned, having just started waking up when he stepped in he looked over with a whine, holding a pillow looking over half a sleep. He cutely pouts his tail whipping side to side. "Cuddle.." He whined. He flinched and turned around just as he was pulling on a shirt. Rachit smiled at him and rolled his eyes. "Give me a second." He hummed and pulled on a pair of boxers and went over, pulling the pillow away and laying down to cuddle him.

Amon waited patiently, his eyes closed until the pillow was taken from him he happily reached over hugging his cuddly Rachit and laid his head in his shoulder laying back with him in his arms. "Cuddling baby~" He mumbled over and over nuzzling him more.

He giggled softly and cuddled him back, nuzzling his cheek and relaxing. "You're so cuddly." He giggled and hummed softly as he started playing with Amons hair. Amon smiled happily cuddling into him purring super loudly. He wrapped his tail around Rachit and kept him close, not wanting him to leave. "Mine." He mumbled sleepy.

Rachit giggled again and nuzzled into him happily, enjoying his warmth and comfort. He hummed softly as he slowly started to grow tired again. Amon purred, kinda sounding like his cats, nuzzling himself into the other hugging him close. He grunted making a quiet sound. His claws were very very sharp and so were his teeth. He panted shooting up from the bed holding his head. "G-go back go back... Go back... Go away..." He shook his head.

Rachit flinched and sat up, confused and spooked. "A-amon? Amon calm down." He leaned close, but didn't really know what to do, not wanting to do something wrong and make it worse, but not wanting to just sit aside. He took a breath and risked it, hugging him in an attempt to calm him down, not caring if he got hurt.

Amon grunted and hid in his chest, though the demon wanted out to play. He whimpered. "H-he wants out- I can’t make him go- go away." He mumbled looking up at him when his eyes widened then they turned black and his body went limp. Rachit held him tightly, trying to comfort him. "It-t'll be okay..." He mumbled, his heart and nerves racing as he remembered last time the demon came out. Amon twitched a bit, grabbing his head when his horns appeared. "Agh.. Mmm.." He rubbed his eye and then cracked his neck stretching. "Ugh.. finally you let me out.." He mumbled in a deep voice looking around seeing where he was. "I see you two have grown close since the last time I saw you."

Rachit shivered when he spoke again, letting go and taking a step back, giving him a slight glare. "Can't you just leave him alone." He growled irritably at the demon. Amon rolled his eyes and looked around and at himself, seeing he wasn’t clothed tilting his head. "I see you two got busy too.” He sighed shaking his head. "Gross. If you two are going to have sex, if you’re topping use a damn condom on this body. Because of me he has the ability to carry children.” He crosses his arms and looked around seeing Amons closet, wondering over and went through it finding some clothes and pulled them on. "No I can’t. It’s tiring being a cramped soul in his body. It’s like being in a box that fits a three year old when you’re a 22 year old man." He brushes off the cat hair.

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