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The clock chimed softly, echoing through the quiet mansion. Outside, the moon cast a gentle glow through the curtains, painting the floorboards in a silvery light. It was a typical evening in the world of Obey Me, where the air had the whispers of secrets and the promise of mischief. Within the confines of this peculiar abode, one demon lay in a state of repose, seemingly oblivious to the world's machinations.

Belphie, the demon of Sloth, was nestled in his bed, his form a serene vision of peace amidst the chaos of the day's events. The crumpled sheets whispered of his restlessness, a stark contrast to the calmness that had finally settled upon him. His eyes fluttered beneath closed lids as he navigated through the realms of his dreams, a place where even demons sought refuge from the pressures of their daily lives. His breathing was deep and rhythmic, the only sound in the stillness of his chamber.

The door creaked open, a soft protest to the intrusion, and a figure slipped inside. Aodh moved with a quiet grace that complimented his usual calm nature. The room was a familiar place to him, the scent of old books and the faint whiff of something sweetly sinful lingering in the air. His eyes took in the scene before him, the moonlight playing across Belphie's features, casting shadows that danced upon his skin. He felt a gentle pang of something he hadn't quite identified yet, a feeling that was as enigmatic as the demon himself.

Aodh approached the bed with the stealth of a cat, his gaze never leaving Belphie's peaceful visage. A lock of white hair had fallen across the demon's forehead, and with a tender touch, Aodh reached out to brush it aside. His fingertips grazed Belphie's skin, a feather-light caress that sent a shiver down his spine. He held his breath, afraid that even the slightest noise would disrupt the tranquility of the moment. As the hair fell back into place behind the sleeping demon's ear, Aodh felt a strange warmth in his chest, a sensation that was as rare as it was confusing.

Leaning in, Aodh's eyes searched the room one last time before finally settling on the pale cheek before him. His heart fluttered as he contemplated what he was about to do. He had never been one to show affection openly, but something about the vulnerability of the demon in this unguarded moment made him want to offer a silent reassurance. With a gentle press of his lips, he kissed the soft skin of Belphie's cheek. The act was so brief, so fleeting, that it was almost as if it hadn't happened at all. Yet, it left a warm imprint, a brand of connection that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.

But the universe had a sense of humor, it seemed, for as Aodh leaned away, preparing to sneak back out of the room, Belphie's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Aodh?" he murmured sleepily, his gaze locking onto the humans with a clarity that belied his just-awoken state. Aodh felt his hand being captured, warm fingers wrapping around his wrist with surprising strength.

For a moment, Aodh was frozen, his heart hammering in his chest. He had not anticipated this turn of events, his mind racing to come up with an excuse for his presence. But the words remained trapped in his throat as Belphie's grip tightened, pulling him closer. "Is that all you wanted to do?" the demon teased, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through Aodh's very soul.

Aodh sighed, his smile a mix of affection and exasperation. He couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him at the touch, nor the way his pulse quickened in the face of the demon's knowing gaze. He had always been drawn to Belphie, despite his own protests to the contrary. "I just wanted to check on you," he murmured, his voice a mere whisper in the quiet of the night.

Belphie's smile grew, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. "Is that so?" He shifted, the mattress protesting slightly under the movement, and patted the empty space beside him. "If you're going to hover, you might as well join me." Aodh felt his cheeks warm, but the invitation was too tempting to resist. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his legs swinging over to lie down next to the demon. The sheets were warm from Belphie's body, and the scent of him washed over Aodh, a heady mix of temptation and comfort.

As they lay there, the tension in the room thickened, not from malice, but from the sudden closeness that neither of them knew quite how to navigate. Aodh's eyes searched the ceiling, avoiding the piercing gaze that he could feel on the side of his face. Belphie's hand remained on his wrist, his thumb idly tracing circles against his skin. The warmth of it was a stark contrast to the coolness of the night outside, and Aodh found himself drawn to the touch.

Without warning, Belphie shifted, turning his head to nuzzle into the crook of Aodh's neck. His breath was hot against Aodh's skin, sending a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the chill in the air. The human's body stiffened for a moment before relaxing into the embrace, his eyes slipping closed as the demon's nose traced the line of his jaw. The gesture was so intimate, so unexpected, that Aodh's mind went blank for a second, unable to process the sudden change in dynamics.

Belphie's arms slid around Aodh's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together from chest to thigh. The warmth of the demon's touch seeped through the fabric of Aodh's shirt, setting his nerves alight with a sensation he had never experienced before. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum, each beat echoing in his ears as his mind raced to catch up with the reality of the situation. The scent of vanilla and something faintly metallic surrounded him, a reminder of the creature that lay beside him.

Slowly, almost as if in a trance, Belphie's lips found their way to Aodh's neck. The kiss was light, feather-soft, and it sent a jolt of electricity through Aodh's veins, making him gasp. The demon's smile grew against his skin, and he planted another kiss, this one a little more insistent, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. Aodh's breath hitched in his throat as he felt a thrill of fear mingled with something far more potent—desire. He had never allowed himself to think of Belphie in such a way, had always kept the demon at arm's length, but here, in the quiet of the night, all his defenses seemed to crumble away.

Belphie's hand slid up Aodh's shirt, the coolness of his fingertips sending a delicious shiver through the human's body. Aodh's own hand hovered over the demon's back, unsure of what to do, his thoughts a tumultuous mess of confusion and yearning. He had seen the way others reacted to the touch of the demons in this house, had felt the power of their kisses, but he had never imagined it would be like this—so gentle, so all-consuming.

Without warning, Aodh's body took over, his hips bucking against Belphie's thigh in a silent plea for more. He could feel the warmth of his own arousal seeping through his pants, a betrayal to the thoughts he had been trying so hard to suppress. The demon's chuckle was low and amused, his hand pressing Aodh closer, his thigh moving to meet the unspoken demand. The friction sent waves of pleasure through Aodh, and he found himself gasping for air as the sensation grew more intense.

Belphie's hand slid down further, slipping into the waistband of Aodh's pants. The human's eyes snapped open, the reality of what was happening crashing over him like a tidal wave. But instead of pushing the demon away, Aodh's hand found its way to Belphie's shoulder, his fingers digging in as if to hold on for dear life. The demon's touch was sure, his fingers curling around the swollen nub, rubbing it with a rhythm that was both maddening and exquisite.

"Do you want more?" Belphie murmured, his voice a dark whisper that seemed to resonate through Aodh's very bones. Aodh could only nod, his breath coming in shallow pants as his body responded to the touch. He had never allowed himself to be vulnerable like this, to be so openly needy. But with Belphie, it was as if the usual rules didn't apply—as if he had been made to crave the very essence of the demon's power.

After a quiet exchange of consent, Belphie's hand grew bolder, pushing two of his slender, cool fingers into Aodh's warm, slick depths. The initial shock of the intrusion gave way to a building wave of pleasure that made Aodh's toes curl. The demon's fingers moved with a skill that spoke of experience, curling and stroking in a way that had Aodh's hips rocking against the hand that held him. His eyes fell shut as he gave in to the sensation, the world outside their little bubble fading away until all that remained was the steady rhythm of their breaths and the slick sound of their bodies moving together.

The human's grip tightened on the demon's shoulder, his nails digging in as he tried to hold back the moans that threatened to spill from his lips. He didn't want to wake the others—his pride would never allow it—but the feeling was too much to contain. Each movement of Belphie's hand seemed to coax a new sound from his throat, a symphony of gasps and whimpers that grew louder with each passing second.

Aodh's hips began to move of their own accord, grinding down onto the demon's fingers with an urgency that surprised them both. His body was no longer his own, driven by a need that was as primal as it was irresistible. He could feel the tension coiling within him, a tightening spring that grew tauter with every stroke. His mind was a whirlwind of sensations, the pleasure blurring the lines between reality and the haze of his dreams.

With a sudden sureness, Belphie withdrew his hand, leaving Aodh gasping and trembling. He pulled back just far enough to peer into the human's eyes, his own glowing with a soft, predatory light. Aodh's gaze was hazy with lust, his pupils blown wide with need. Belphie's smile was knowing as he reached down and began to unbuckle Aodh's pants, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The sound of the belt buckle clanging seemed to echo through the room, each clang a promise of what was to come.

Aodh's own hands were not idle. He reached down to grasp the hem of Belphie's shirt, his trembling fingers making quick work of the fabric. He tugged it upward, revealing the demon's pale, toned stomach, and the hint of his lower abs. With a sudden boldness, Aodh's hand slipped inside, his warm flesh brushing against the coolness of the zipper. He tugged it down slowly, exposing the erection that strained against the confines of the demon's boxers.

His eyes widened at the sight, a thrill of excitement racing through him. He had never seen Belphie like this, never dared to imagine what lay beneath the other's clothes. The demon's cock was decently sized and heavy, the tip peeking out from the elastic waistband. A bead of precum glistened in the moonlight, a testament to his desire. Aodh felt a strange sense of power, a heady thrill at the thought that he had elicited such a response from the Avatar of Sloth.

With a tremble in his hand, Aodh palmed the erection through the fabric, feeling it pulse and throb beneath his touch. Belphie's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping his lips. The sound was like music to Aodh's ears, a sweet symphony that urged him onward. His hand moved, exploring the length and breadth of the demon's arousal, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive tip. The fabric grew wet with precum as he stroked, his own heat aching for a similar touch.

With a sudden jerk, Belphie's boxers were pushed down, exposing him fully to the cool night air. His cock sprang free, bobbing in the moonlit room. Aodh took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the demon's body, the way the moonlight painted shadows across the lean muscles and the soft curve of his stomach. He had never seen anything so mesmerizing, so powerful, and yet, so vulnerable.

Belphie, in his usual lazy fashion, lifted one of Aodh's legs, draping it over his hip. The heat from their bodies mingled, setting the sheets alight with a passion that had been brewing for far too long. The human's eyes never left the demon's as he felt the warm, hard length of Belphie's erection nudge against his entrance. The anticipation was unbearable, a delicious ache that made his body tense with excitement.

With a gentle push, Belphie began to enter Aodh, the initial pressure making the human bite his lower lip to keep from crying out. The demon's eyes never left his, the intensity in those blue orbs a silent reassurance that he would be gentle. Inch by inch, he pushed inside, the stretch a mix of pain and pleasure that had Aodh's eyes rolling back in his head. The air in the room grew thick with desire, the scent of arousal and power suffocating every corner.

Belphie's hips began to rock lazily, his movements deliberately slow as he allowed Aodh's body to adjust to the new sensation. The friction was exquisite, a dance of flesh and power that sent sparks through Aodh's nerves with each gentle thrust. His hands found purchase on the demon's shoulders, his nails digging in as he tried to anchor himself to the world that was spinning out of control around him. The sensation grew more intense, the pleasure coiling in his belly like a living thing, demanding more.

A soft whine slipped from Aodh's lips, a sound so filled with need that it sent a shiver down Belphie's spine. The demon's smile grew, his eyes never leaving Aodh's as he leaned down to capture the human's mouth in a kiss that was as fierce as it was tender. Their tongues danced together, a silent conversation that spoke of passion and yearning, of a connection that went beyond the physical. Aodh's hips began to move in sync with Belphie's, a silent plea for more.

Belphie's breath hitched as Aodh's inner muscles tightened around him, the warmth of the human's body enveloping him like a glove. The sensation was intoxicating, a drug that he never wanted to be without. He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding up to cradle Aodh's face as if the simple touch could somehow express the tumult of emotions that roiled within him. The human's whimpers grew louder, his body arching off the bed as he met each thrust with an eagerness that seemed to ignite the very air around them.

Above them, the moon cast a soft glow, the only witness to their union. The mansion was silent, the other inhabitants lost in their own worlds, oblivious to the passion unfolding in the room of shadows. The bed creaked in protest, the rhythmic sound a testament to their desire. Aodh's hand found its way to Belphie's chest, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle and bone, feeling the steady beat of the demon's heart beneath his palm. It was a strange comfort, a reminder that even in the throes of passion, they were connected, bound by a bond that went deeper than the simple act of lust.

The human's body grew taut, his breathing ragged as he felt the climax approaching. Belphie could feel it too, the tension in Aodh's muscles, the way his grip tightened almost painfully on the demon's shoulder. He increased his pace, his strokes growing more urgent, the need to feel Aodh come apart beneath him a driving force. The human's eyes grew wide, the pupils blown, the only sound in the room the slick slide of their bodies and the ragged breaths that filled the space between them.

Then it happened. Aodh's body arched, his back bowing off the bed as he came with a strangled cry, his warm juices squirting onto Belphie's cock. The demon's own breath caught in his throat at the sight, the beauty of Aodh's release an aphrodisiac that had his cock pulsing within the human's tight embrace. The warmth of it spread between them, a sticky testament to the passion that had overtaken them.

The human's body went slack, his hand slipping from Belphie's shoulder as he gasped for air, his eyes squeezed shut in the aftermath of his climax. Belphie watched him, his own need building, his cock thickening and swelling as he felt the pressure growing within him. He waited, savoring the moment, the sweet taste of victory just out of reach.

Then, with a low groan, he could hold back no longer. His hips snapped forward, his cock filling Aodh completely, the warmth of his release spilling deep inside the human's body. The feeling was indescribable, a rush of power and pleasure that seemed to flood through his very soul. He felt Aodh's muscles clench around him, the aftershocks of his own orgasm milking the demon's seed from him.

Their breathing grew ragged as they clung to each other, the aftermath of their union a tangible presence in the room. The scent of sex and power hung heavy in the air, a heady perfume that seemed to intoxicate them both. Belphie's eyes searched Aodh's, looking for any sign of regret, but all he found was a soft smile and a gentle sigh of satisfaction. It was a strange feeling, one that he wasn't quite sure how to process.

The demon's body was still trembling slightly, his cock still buried deep inside Aodh. He didn't want to move, didn't want to break the connection that had been forged between them. For a moment, they lay there, their hearts beating in a stuttered rhythm that slowly began to even out. The silence was broken only by the soft sounds of their breathing and the occasional squeak of the bed as they shifted against each other.

As the minutes ticked by, Belphie felt his eyelids grow heavy. The exertion of the night's activities had taken its toll on his usual lazy demeanor, and the warmth of Aodh's body was more inviting than the coldness of the sheets. He let out a contented sigh, his eyes slipping closed as he started to doze off. The human's hand lay limp on his shoulder, the grip that had been so fierce now nothing more than a gentle weight.

Aodh's whine brought Belphie back to reality, the sound a soft, needy protest against the demon's stillness. The cock that was lodged inside him twitched, the aftershocks of pleasure still echoing through his body. Belphie chuckled, his chest rumbling against Aodh's back, and leaned in to press a kiss to the side of his neck. "Just going to have to sleep like that" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

Aodh huffed, but the protest was half-hearted. He couldn't find the energy to argue, not when his body felt so boneless and sated. He nodded slightly, his breath catching as Belphie's cock shifted within him. The demon's arms tightened around his waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were plastered together. Aodh felt the warmth of the demon's breath against the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Good boy" Belphie whispered, his voice a gentle caress that seemed to lull him into a deeper state of relaxation.

Sleep claimed Aodh swiftly, the steady rhythm of Belphie's heartbeat acting as a lullaby. He didn't even realize when his own hand had slipped down to rest on the demon's hip, his thumb idly stroking the smooth skin. In the quiet of the room, the only sound was the muffled thump of their hearts and the occasional rustle of the sheets. The moon had moved on, the silver light now spilling across the floor and leaving their forms in shadow.