“After, I’m making you my dessert.”
He whimpered, trying to pull Wash down for another kiss, but Wash wasn’t having it. He moved Peri to one knee, dragging his bowl closer, and gave him a pointed look. “Eat.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Peri blurted, then slapped his hands over his mouth.
Wash smirked, pinching his ass lightly, but didn’t comment on the title. He just focused on his food, keeping Peri in his lap as he ate, one arm settled comfortably around his waist. Peri had never felt more wanted than he did in that moment, like Wash wasn’t even willing to put him on the stool next to him, because he wanted him close and the stool was too far away.
They ate in relative silence, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was comfortable, with Wash rubbing small circles on Peri’s hip with his thumb. Despite being nearly the same height as Peri, his presence made him feel bigger, and Peri felt surrounded by him as they sat together.
By the time they were finished, Peri was practically vibrating, and when he spun to straddle Wash’s lap, Wash took it all in stride with a relaxed grin, and his hands on Peri’s ass. While Peri was distracted with kisses, he felt a little flare of magic, like the room got a little warmer, then Wash was putting Peri's ass on the counter and the dishes that had been there a moment earlier were gone. Peri broke away, surprised to find the plates already in the sink without even a clink to mark their movement. When he spun around to face Wash again, the once-grumpy demon winked at him, tugging open Peri’s robe and stepping between his spread thighs.
“Demon etiquette usually says no one should touch our horns, but you might want to grab hold, because I’m not stopping until you’re screaming.”
Peri’s eyes widened, and he only had a moment to wrap his fingers around Wash’s horns before Wash swallowed his cock down and started sucking like a demonic vacuum. The pressure, the force, it was all too much and not enough at the same time.
“Wash, Wash,Wash…” he babbled, writhing as much as he was able with Wash’s hands gripping his hips. He wanted to lay back to truly bask in it, but wings were an issue and unless he laid perfectly still, he’d risk damaging them. And there was no way he could be still right now. Especially not when–
“Oh goddess, Wash!” he cried, curling in on himself a little. The things the man could do with his tongue were pure wickedness. And he was relentless, sucking and sucking until Peri was convinced he really was trying to suck his soul out through his cock. That was a human rumor, wasn’t it? That demons stole souls? Maybe it had some validity.
He came with a shout, fingers tight around Wash’s horns to keep himself from flopping backward. When Wash finally released him, Peri was still panting, and he was pretty sure movement on his own would be impossible right about now.
“Where’s your bedroom, Peri? I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
Fifteen
Peri returned to work the next day practically floating. He was deliciously sore, muscles he didn’t know existed ached, and he’d slept like a baby after a marathon night of sex. The only way the night would have been better was if Wash had slept over, but Wash pointed out that they wouldn’t get any actual sleep if he did, and he had a meeting in the morning. He teleported home after their last round, kissing Peri’s shoulder and whispering a quiet good night before he did. Peri woke up in such a good mood, he went on a baking frenzy, and when his new coworkers noticed his box of treats, they all flocked closer, curious what he’d baked.
“What’d you bring us this time, Peri?” Dakota asked, leaning over her desk curiously.
“Blackberry lemon squares,” Peri exclaimed, opening his treat box and placing it on the counter. He snagged two for Wash before stepping aside for everyone else to grab their treats.
Dakota was the first to take a bite and moaned, melting into her chair. “Oh my goddess. These are amazing.”
Noises of agreement filled the area, and Peri beamed brightly at them, his wings fluttering and lifting his feet off the ground. Today couldn’t get any better.
“Oh, I meant to ask, you’re scheduled to work on the same team as Mr. Washburne this morning. Are you comfortable with that?”
Huh. Maybe he was wrong. Today could get better. His stomach flipped, and he edged closer, his voice hopefully. “Really? I thought he didn’t need help.”
She rolled her eyes. “He likes to say that, but he’s a liar and a workaholic. Besides, the project is a team effort, not one of his solo projects, and the team needs help. They’ve got a few test subjects coming in and not enough people to take notes. That’ll be your job.”
Peri nodded enthusiastically. Wash had told him a little about his projects, but Peri wanted to see for himself what kind of work his grumpy demon did.
“Sounds good to me. I’ll just bring these to Wash and ask him where he wants me.” He lifted the treats and pointed toward Wash’s office.
Dakota looked concerned, but Peri waved her off with a smile. That thing with Wash the other day was a misunderstanding. It wasn’t Wash who made him cry, just the situation, and that wasn’t Wash’s fault.
He still wanted to ask about that, brothers shouldn’t be so distant from one another that it was painfully awkward just to have a discussion, but he didn’t want to push just yet. He and Wash had just started seeing each other, and right now, his mission was to get Wash to leave work on time more often. Then he could figure out how to help him reconcile whatever had happened with his brother.
Still beaming, he flitted to Wash’s office, knocking and waiting for Wash to call out to him before entering. Wash was standing behind his desk, leaning over it and frowning at the screen like he’d been intending to walk away but got distracted.Peri shook his head with a smirk, landing beside him and thrusting the treats in front of his face to get his attention.
“Blackberry and lemon,” he informed him brightly.
Wash blinked a few times in surprise, straightening to look at the treats in question. To his credit, he didn’t get annoyed at Peri for interrupting, taking the treats and letting Peri nudge him into his chair so he could take a moment to eat. While he did, Peri bustled around, cleaning up the rolled up balls of paper scattered on his desk and around the room, careful to avoid treading on one of the many half finished projects scattered on the floor.
“Don’t you think a shelf would be better? That way people won’t risk stepping on them coming in here.” He nudged one with the toe of his shoe that looked more like a pile of scrap metal than any actual invention.
“That might make people think I want them to come in here,” was Wash’s surly reply. Well, he tried to be surly anyway. The way he melted into his chair after taking his first bite of the treat kind of ruined that image.