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Aoki whimpered as his insides were filled with the warm cum of his boyfriend while his own cock spurted his load. Shivering and closing his eyes he felt all there was to feel. And there was pretty much. When it was all over he shuddered feeling Cresil hands smearing his own cum on his skin. When the big, softening already cock, was pulled out of him he gasped at the sensation and then blushed feeling some of the warm filling leave his ass. When he heard Cresil saying what he had to say he blushed some more.
"You.. do the same to me", said Aoki softly and then smiled. "Let's take a shower and.. then I want to see you painting. You can use my blood if you want.." |
Cresil was nearly breathless after the sex, although his eyes locked with Aoki, hearing his words and smiling. “Painting sounds good. After a shower, even better.” Holding onto his boyfriend still, Cresil held him in his arms, rolling his shoulders and walking towards his shower.
Getting them inside, he turned on the water and sighed as he carefully placed Aoki down and started to scrub his body. “I’ll let you clean yourself up down there….due to past reasons.” Cresil chuckled, winking a moment later and washing his abdomen off that had a bit of Aoki’s cum on it, his thighs having a similar residue. “How’s your knuckles?” Cresil finally asked while looking at Aoki’s hands. The punches probably made them sore, slightly worrying the demon. |
Aoki chuckled as Cresil lifted him up and took him upstairs.
"It feels almost natural for you to carry me like that", he said and then chuckled again. "That is so strange... how it feels.." Hearing what he said about cleaning he smirked and nodded, doing it right away.. though letting out one or two sweet gasps as he made the sperm leave his body. "Hurts", he said when he was done, then looked at them. "There will be bruises.. I didn't punch anyone since orphanage.. Now my hands are rather used to turn pages of some book.. not to fight.." |
Noticing how normal it was to carry Aoki now, Cresil agreed with a subtle nod. “Yeah…I don’t even second guess it anymore.” The demon pointed out.
As he finished washing his body, Cresil frowned while holding one of Aoki’s hands and admiring the back of it, noticing the slight redness, knowing it would bruise definitely. “I’d be more upset, but Thora deserved it. And the orphanage….sounded tough.” Cresil then mumbled and smirked. “How about I tell you about my past a bit while I paint? Open up and get all cheesy on you?” he chuckled, joking of course about being ‘cheesy’. |
Aoki chuckled and kissed Cresil on the lips. Though it was a chaste kiss.
"You can be as cheesy as you want", he said with a soft smile. "And.. how do you really act after sugar? Because I thought it would be nice to have some sweets when at it..?" It was so nice to be near each other like that, even without doing something sexual. Aoki decided he would confront Cresil about it when the painting would be done. They needed to talk about it as he wasn't sure if it all was what he thought it was. There should be two persons to think about it, not only one. Though if it would be true.. he wouldn't mind... |
The short kiss made Cresil smile, his body so easily relaxed by the action. He found himself even more amused when Aoki spoke of sugar, shaking his head and smiling wide. “If you really want to see, give me more chocolate and jelly beans. I’ll be acting immature soon enough. My sexual needs get a bit odd too sometimes.” he mumbled, remembering that one time….
As he finished cleaning off, Cresil got out, brought back towels and turned off the shower. “Hope you were done.” he chuckled, throwing the towel at Aoki and looking at his boyfriends body. “Where can I cut you? For the blood I mean…I wouldn’t want it to be deep nor anywhere that would hurt much.” Cresil spoke with his tone a bit soft and low. He had no intentions of hurting Aoki, although if he wanted his blood there weren’t many options of getting it without a second or two of pain. |
"I don't mind. I want to see that side of you too..", he said quietly.
When Cresil joked he rolled his eyes but then chuckled as well. "You can cut me where ever you want. And I don't mind pain and if it would leave as scarr. I just want to see you painting and what it would be. And I'm sure you would get horny seeing my blood", said Aoki with a smirk on his pale, sexy lips. "So.. let's go?" |
Cresil let out a breath and smirked, looking at Aoki’s body once more and nodding his head. “Fuck yes for sure, I’ve never painted using someone’s blood that‘s….alive.”
Gripping Aoki’s hip, Cresil walked with him to his bedroom and looked around before opening his curtains, letting in the natural sunlight and heading towards his nightstand, taking out a small box. Opening it, there was a wide selection of paint brushes available, and a few bottles for his ‘paint’. “If I get hard half way through, just ignore it until I’m done. It’ll be distracting enough seeing you barely clothed while bleeding.” Cresil smiled almost sadistically and walked back to Aoki. Eyeing his boyfriend’s body, the demon looked down from his legs, up to his neck before furrowing his eyebrows in thought. He put his hand up, running his finger along his jugular and humming. “I think I should cut…” he trailed lower until he stopped at Aoki’s upper, inner arm. “Here. No main arteries, won’t cause access bleeding, and it won’t hurt that much, due to the small incision I would make. The arm is very….delicate.” Cresil said under his breath as he eyed Aoki shortly. |
Aoki laughed seeing his boyfriend so eager. He didn't mind one bit that his blood would be used to make a painting. Almost the other way around. He was somewhat excited by all this. Drying his hair he looked at the brushes.
"So much..", he mumbled seeing they were all different. "As you would paint you could tell me more about it as I don't know much about it.. I like to learn new things. And.. believe me or not.. your hard on doesn't scare me at all." He laughed once again after saying that. "Cut where you want. I'm not afraid of pain.. just to kill me~" |
“Learning about painting from me? I’m not Picasso, but I know what I’m doing at least.” Cresil said after Aoki mentioned learning a bit about painting and the brushes. There were over twenty different kinds, some slim, some broad, knowing exactly how what ones to use for different strokes.
“Depending on the amount of water I add, the lighter the shade gets. The blood nearly becomes…translucent against the canvas.” Looking at Aoki’s pale body, Cresil ignored his own thoughts and stood up, heading over to his closet, taking out a canvas before placing it on a aisle he had resting in the corner of the room, unused for quite some time. Grabbing a razor, a new one of course, Cresil walked over and rubbed along Aoki’s arm. “Just hurt for a second.” he said as he took a bottle, carefully making a quick, shallow cut on Aoki’s arm, and tilting his boyfriends arm so that the blood dripped into the small bottle. “There. Not too bad right?” Cresil asked while rubbing along his boyfriends arm, watching Aoki’s blood as it dripped….somehow it was a very hot sight to him. The red colour against his white skin made it stand out so much more. |
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