|Vepar (bringyourships) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-04-25 10:17:00
|Entry tags:||beelzebub, vepar|
WHO: Beelzebub and Vepar
WHAT: Post coitus stuff
WHEN: Backdated to 24 April, night
WHERE: Vepar's houseboat
WARNINGS: Naked demons who like to curse?
One of the more enjoyable aspects of having a human body was sex. Vepar, or Peter if you like it better, found himself almost as addicted to it as he was to the bottles of booze that were in the pantry. Combine lightheaded drunkenness with sex? Well. A demon would start to believe he was actually being rewarded.
Beelzebub was just the creature to do it right, too. Did it hurt? Oh, deliciously so. Peter was more than happy to take back what he could dish out, if not more. Time was irrelevant, but by the time it was finished, Peter lay boneless on top of his sheets, his chest rising and falling as he looked over at the other demon. He fancied running his fingers through damp hair that clung to Beelzebub's beautiful face, but he could barely move just yet.
Well, he could, but he was much more motivated to reach up to the bed's headboard shelf and grab his pack of Turkish Camels, along with his lighter. Grabbing a fag post fucking was of the highest compliment. Keeping a steady hand whilst lighting was an altogether different challenge. Not only was the houseboat gently rocking, but Peter's fingers weren't exactly steady after that.