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Lio comes to from the dead of slumber with an uneasy sense of dread. The hardwood floor creaks with the padding of slow, but heavy footsteps. There was someone else in his bedroom.
He had gone to bed alone after making sure all of the doors and windows were locked tight. There had been a series of break-ins in the neighborhood and with his husband out of town for the weekend, Lio had wanted to make sure he was safe inside.
Somehow, to his horror, someone had gotten in.
But Lio was not about to take it lying down. He had spent years of his life on the run from the government and Freeze Force. Practically learned to sleep with one eye open. Perhaps moving in with his husband and having a nice, safe, warm roof over his head had made him go a bit soft. And he no longer had the promare to rely on either. But perhaps the emergency katana he kept under the bed would give him the element of surprise on the intruder.
Laying on his back, Lio’s eyes squeeze tight as he tries to feign sleep. The footsteps stop and Lio can sense the figure standing, looming, over the foot of the bed. For a moment it’s as if time stands still as an unnatural silence deafens the room. Lio remains stock still, scared to even breathe.
Now was his chance. All he has to do is quickly shove his arm under the bed and pull out the sword. Just one swift movement to gain the element of surprise.
His stomach drops. Why weren’t his limbs responding? He tries to convince his body to move because his life may very well depend on it, but nothing happens. He feels like he is trapped under the weight of a thousand bricks. Each arm and leg seems almost supernaturally glued to the bed. Lio musters up all of his strength to break free but only manages to involuntarily grunt out in his frustration.
“Oh? So you’re awake now.” The intruder’s deep voice cuts through the silence of the inky, dark room.
Fuck. Lio’s eyes shoot open and quickly find the ominous figure in the bleary darkness of his bedroom. He can barely breathe. His heart is a jackhammer against his ribcage.
The imposing presence at the foot of his bed is tall and clearly strong, judging by the dark outline of the toned muscles of his chest and arms. And as his vision adjusts to the dark, he begins to make out exactly just what he is wearing. To describe what exactly the man is wearing as an outfit would be... generous. Instead of the dark, concealing garb of a would-be home invader, the man was wearing little more than a skimpy pair of panties. His chest was adorned with a strappy, leather harness, his pointed ears studded out with various piercings, and on his neck a black spiked choker.
More alarming still was the set of curled horns adorning his head and the set of bat-like wings sticking out of his back. This was clearly not the run-of-the-mill burglar Lio was expecting to find.
“W-who are you? And what are you doing in my room?” Lio snarls as he struggles against his invisible bonds, “What have you done to me? Get out of here! Now!”
Lio’s cries fall on deaf ears as the creature only smirks at him - a pair of sharp looking canines gleam in the lowlights of the room. Slowly, the mysterious figure climbs up onto the foot of the bed and slinks towards Lio on all fours.
“D-Did you drug me or something!? Why can’t I move?” At that the horned figure stops crawling and cocks his head. Lio can finally see his face clearly now and is shocked to find that this monster is very, very handsome. Exactly Lio’s type, he is mortified to realize. His eyes are a beautiful stormy blue and lined with a little bit of dark eye liner. He has a perfectly chiseled jawline and a soft wave of blue hair draped over the right side of his face, nicely styled, like he had just freshly showered. Lio’s eyes trail down past his nose to a pair of soft, full lips that finally grace him with a response.
“Hm? No, I didn’t drug you. Nothing like that.” the creature darkly chuckles, “You’re just under my spell. You’ll be allowed to move again when I allow it.”
A spell? Lio stares back bewildered. “Just what are you exactly?”
“A demon!” He declares proudly, smacking his chest for emphasis as he laughs. Great, a cocky idiot. But an incredibly sexy one at that. “And a powerful one too, as you can see. But, I'm really hungry so I need to feed. And that’s why I chose you.”
Lio audibly swallows. “And w-what...What do you want from me?”
“I only want you.” He answers simply, letting his fingers trace over the shape of one of Lio’s thighs hidden beneath the blanket.
“Me?” Oh, this was not good.
“I’m here for you.” Those blue eyes slowly trace over Lio’s entire body, filled with a hunger that he looks desperate to sate. “Well, actually, you and your seed.”
Now Lio wants to laugh. My what?! This was too silly. “But my husband will be home soon!” Lio lies, knowing full well his husband is not due back until late tomorrow night.
“I’ve been watching you very closely for a while now. I know your husband is out of town. I’ve been waiting for this moment so I could have you all to myself. He’s not going to come save you. But you don’t need to worry because I’m not gonna hurt you. In fact, I’m gonna make you feel really good.” He gives Lio a saucy wink before ripping the barrier of the comforter away.
Lio yelps at the sudden exposure. He could not move to cover himself with his hands so now the only thing standing between the demon and his desires was a thin pair of cotton boxer briefs. The demon licks his lips.
“It was cruel of your lover to leave you all alone. A gorgeous man like yourself deserves to be serviced and satisfied every night. But don’t worry about your husband cuz he's not gonna find out. By morning it will be like I was never here. So just relax and let me keep you company for now. I’m all yours tonight.” Great, just what Lio needed: his own personal semen demon.
Even though Lio’s limbs all feel like lead weights, the demon is able to lift Lio’s leg with featherlight ease, placing a tender kiss on his ankle. He seems oddly affectionate for a succubus.
“S-So you’re not here for my soul or to drag me to hell or whatever the hell it is demons usually want?” The demon pauses from kissing his way down Lio’s leg and looks at him curiously.
“Are you offering it to me?” His sharp fangs nip at the sensitive skin behind Lio’s knee and Lio has to bite back a groan. Somehow this creature knew where his weak spots were.
“N-no…?”
“Then I won’t take it,” he answers simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I only want to make you feel good. Any other questions?”
This was just too weird. Was this even real? He wants to pinch himself to see if it would wake him up but his limbs still won’t respond. Still, what was the harm in this? A beautiful stranger wanted to warm his bed while his husband was away with no strings attached. The offer was certainly tempting.
“Okay then... So... What’s your name?”
“The name is Galo,” the demon grins widely at him, “Remember it because you're going to be screaming it soon.”
Lio fights the urge to roll his eyes but yelps instead when the demon roughly grabs his underwear and yanks it down his legs. Galo was practically drooling at the sight laid out in front of him.
Galo wastes no time descending upon him with a flurry of kisses. Hot, little brands traveling up the insides of his soft thighs and the sharp juts of his narrow hips. Lio squirms beneath him. Galo keeps teasing him, edging dangerously close to where Lio yearns to be touched most, but just as he gets close, he flits away, opting to squeeze his butt or dip a talented tongue into the divot of his bellybutton. He was intentionally trying to driving Lio crazy, and unfortunately, it was working.
Lio can already feel himself half hard against his leg, but Galo does not seem to be in any rush to deliver on this so-called pleasure he promised. He seems wholly content with exploring, mapping out every inch of Lio’s body with his tongue and talented hands. Not that he was complaining. Something about the succubus’s kisses are making him feel pleasantly delirious. Lio did not want to admit it, but being at the mercy of Galo’s whims while being forced to lay there and take it was actually turning him on. And, maybe if he behaved himself, Galo would let him give as good as he got.
Galo kisses his way up Lio’s sternum, letting his hands wander up the expanse of his chest. His fingers pinch and tweak at the rosy peaks of Lio’s nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they are hardened little nubs. Lio can’t help the groan that slips out; he's always loved when his husband played with his body like that. Galo’s eyebrow perks up, clearly pleased at his response, as he takes one into his mouth to roughly suckle it. He gently brings his knee up against Lio’s groin, finding it almost fully hard just from his teasing alone. Lio could hardly help it, somehow Galo knew exactly how he liked to be touched.
“I knew you would make a tasty snack,” Galo praised as he sucked a lovely purple mark onto the ridge of Lio’s collarbone.
“I wish you would stop playing with your food then,” Lio gritted out as he desperately tried to get more friction against his crotch. “You don’t strike me as the patient type.”
Lio doesn’t get the chance to goad him on much before Galo sinks a mouthful of sharp teeth down onto the juncture of his neck. The stinging soon bleeds into ecstasy and Lio grunts out a ‘fuck’, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to his groin. Galo laves over the spot soothingly with his tongue, almost in a mock apology.
“Asshole.” Lio mutters. Galo chuckles darkly in his ear as he tugs Lio’s earring between his teeth. This Galo fellow would not be laughing much longer if Lio was given free reign to move. He was getting less keen on the idea of continuing to act like a dead fish.
“I hope you’re ready.” Galo teases and starts to kiss his way down the length of Lio’s body again, taking care to slowly run his tongue over the soft, downy hairs that trailed below his navel. Finally his lips reach the base of Lio’s straining length, ignored and aching to be touched. Galo practically purrs at the sight of it. Lio knows he isn’t especially girthy, but his dick is long and slightly curved up, remembering how his husband described it as “pretty and elegant - just like the rest of you”. Galo noses against the shaft, leaving tongue-wet, sloppy kisses in his wake, in an act that Lio thinks looks less like oral and more like worship, or maybe more accurately, a prayer before a meal. Carefully, black clawed fingers draw back the foreskin clinging to the red, swollen head and dips a sinful tongue against the pearly beads of precum leaking from the top. They both let out a groan: Lio from pleasure but Galo like he’s been given sustenance after a brutal starvation.
“Oh fuck,” Galo moans, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head, “I knew it. I knew you would taste as good as you look.” Lio does not have much time to consider if maybe this demon might try to drain him of all bodily fluids before Galo is roughly pushing his legs apart and swallowing him down.
Lio shouts as he tries to jerk up into the tight, wet cavern of Galo’s mouth, but the demon has him pinned down by the hips. Galo’s lips wrap around the tip and Lio can feel his tongue lapping mercilessly at the slit, trying to draw out more of that wetness from him. His mouth feels like an inferno and Lio, who is no stranger to fire, is ready to melt into it.
The view from between Lio’s legs is as maddening as it is sexy. Galo is staring back at him, his stormy blue eyes are hazy and hidden behind half-lidded lashes. Full lips wrapped around his cock and making him ache with every sloppy suck. Every bob of Galo’s head causes the wings on his back to flap, reminding Lio what a powerful creature he has invited into his bed. Maybe it was fun at first to feel powerless but now Lio yearns to be able to caress Galo’s cheek or twist his fingers into that silky, blue hair and guide his head down his straining length.
Suddenly Galo gazes up at Lio, eyebrow cocked, like maybe he could read Lio’s mind by sucking his dick. And perhaps he could because without saying a thing, Galo reaches out and taps Lio’s right hand with one clawed finger. Instantly it’s like an immovable weight has been lifted off of his arm. Lio reaches down and finds purchase on one of Galo’s curved horns and lightly applies more pressure downwards.
Galo groans as his mouth sinks further down the length of Lio’s dick and it sends pleasant, little jolts down through his body.
“Good boy,” Lio praises as he grips the horn and pushes Galo’s head down further, curious to see if this sex demon could swallow the whole thing. The look Galo gives him clearly says he is ready for a challenge. Lio is admittedly less than gentle as he forces Galo’s head down, but the demon is ready to take it like a champ. Lio is blissfully drowning in heat and pressure as Galo relaxes and lets Lio slide down into the tight cavern of his throat.
“Fuck, wow, you look so good like that. What a good little slut you’re being for me.” Lio mutters through the haze of his arousal. Galo bobs his head up and down, lips swollen and shiny with spit, drool dripping down his shaft and soaking the sheets below. Galo stares back at him intensely through tear stained lashes. He looks beautifully debauched. Lio can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with every pull of Galo’s lips.
“Does that taste good?” He asks and Galo groans an affirmative ‘mhmm’ around his cock. Lio shudders at the pleasant vibrations. Shit, this was it. The spark that would ignite him.
“W-wait, mmpfm, fuck, Galo, wait, I’m gonna-” Lio tugs up on Galo’s horns, trying to pull him off in time, but Galo doubles down instead. Clawed hands grip Lio’s hips so hard he swears they will bruise and swallows him down in earnest, not stopping until his nose is buried against a soft patch of blonde hair.
That does it for Lio. He feels his whole world contract until it implodes on itself in a white, hot flash of pleasure. He’s shouting, he thinks, and spilling, pumping everything Galo craves in a hot, sticky mess down his throat. When Lio’s vision finally returns after a moment, he finds Galo looking more than a little pleased with himself. His lips and chin are messy with Lio’s cum that he hadn’t managed to swallow. Galo dips his fingers in the mess and licks them clean, looking almost like he is savoring the taste as Lio looks on in awe.
“Thanks for the meal. You were delicious.” Galo turns his attention back to Lio’s softening cock and sets to cleaning it of any remaining cum with a lascivious flick of his tongue until Lio cries out from overstimulation.
“Please, no more…” Lio begs. His brain feels scrambled after such an intense orgasm. He needs a moment to recover and catch his breath.
Galo looks at him completely unimpressed, “What do you mean? I thought you were supposed to be the big boss? I thought you would put up more of a fight.”
Lio stares back at him incredulously. He really had invited a sex demon into his bed. “If you want a fight, I’ll give you a fight! I’ll show you why they called me the boss. Just take this stupid spell off of me.”
“Hmm…” Galo cocks his head and taps a finger against his chin in mock consideration, “Nah. But I’m glad you see you’re up for more. I wasn’t done with you yet.”
Then Galo is climbing back on top of Lio, a pair of strong legs straddling his narrow waist. There’s something big and hard pressing against the flat expanse of his tummy. Lio glances downwards and his mouth goes dry. Wow, Galo looks so good in those lacy panties. Silk sheer and sitting low on his hips and barely managing to contain the girth of his raging erection. On one hand, he wants to see Galo keep them on so Lio can keep admiring the sight of satiny, black lace on smooth, tan skin, but on the other hand, those little ties at the sides were just begging to be pulled.
“May I?” Lio asks, gesturing at the ribbon ties with his free hand. Lio wasn’t usually one to ask permission, but he had a feeling Galo wasn’t done calling the shots.
Galo nods, biting his lip. Lio pulls at the ties until the bow falls apart, like opening a very tantalizing present. The panties fall away and Lio’s eyes practically fall out of his head. The words ‘airport Toblerone’ pop into his head as the demon’s hard cock pressed against his stomach, reaching well past his belly button. Galo must have noticed his reaction because the asshole has the gall to look smug about it.
“You like that, firebug?” Galo asks and takes Lio’s hand to wrap around the shaft, rolling his hips into his touch. “You got me like that. It’s all for you.”
Lio’s fingers barely meet as he lets Galo loosely fuck his fist. He doubts the sex demon will be content with this lazy excuse for a handjob, but Lio is not sure what he has planned next. He supposes he could bottom but based on the size of this monster, Lio worries that maybe he should have started stretching himself a week ago.
Well, whatever he was expecting next, it certainly wasn’t for Galo to lean over while Lio is lost in thought and gently kiss him on the lips. Lio is surprised. He didn’t think a succubus would have much desire for kissing, it seemed too intimate, personal even, but here he was sweetly nibbling his bottom lip, dipping his tongue in to swirl and mingle with Lio’s. Lio gives the cock in his hand a rough squeeze and Galo has to stop and groan, cutely nosing Lio’s cheek as he whimpers out Lio’s name.
“I didn’t think a sex demon would be all that interested in kissing.” Lio muses as he speeds up his hand. It’s barely been a few minutes and he can already feel his whole body heating up again.
“Uhhh…Umm, I get energy from kissing too,” Galo says as his lips descend back upon Lio’s again. Somehow, Lio gets the feeling he was lying and that maybe he just liked to kiss him.
Galo pulls back slowly with a soft ‘pop’, a thin thread of drool still connecting their lips. Lio feels bereft without Galo’s warmth and weight atop of him but from the look in his eyes he could tell he had something even better planned.
“If you want to fuck me with this monster,” Lio squeezes the rigid length in his hand, “you’re going to have to flip me over and prep me...Like a lot.”
“Hmm...Very tempting, but it’s not what I had in mind.” Galo takes Lio’s hand again and guides it behind his back. Beneath his tail and nestled between a set of gloriously plump buttcheeks Lio finds the firm, flared base of a plug.
‘Oh…” God that was so hot. Had he really had that inside him the whole time?
“Go ahead.” Galo says, excitement brimming in his voice. Lio grips the base of the plug and pulls at it slightly, just to tease, absorbed in the ways Galo hisses through his teeth and arches back into his touch. Part of him wishes the demon would turn around and get on all fours for him so he could properly appreciate the way the plug filled and stretched his hole, but this view was delicious too. Galo’s hazy eyes and thick, trembling thighs, dick dribbling precum onto his stomach with every tug. Lio knew he was getting completely spoiled tonight.
The plug finally pulls free with a small, wet squelch and Galo moans in response. Lio discards it on the nightstand and grabs the lube that he keeps there.
“There’s no need for that.” Galo says as he takes the bottle. “See for yourself.”
Lio doesn’t like the idea of not properly preparing his partner but obliges anyway. His fingers trace around Galo’s rim where he’s still soft and loose from the plug. It barely takes any pressure for Lio to slip a finger in, followed quickly by a second into Galo’s body, burning hot and sloppy wet inside. Galo’s muscles contract around his fingers, keening when he prods at his sweet spot. They were both trembling with excitement now.
“You want a third?”
“No. I need you now.” Well, that settles it.
Lio withdraws his fingers as Galo takes to slathering some lube on Lio’s dick before wordlessly flinging the bottle over his shoulder and into the dark, unknown depths of the bedroom. He thinks to chastise him but Galo is impatiently grabbing him by his shaft and lining himself up. The first attempt misses, the head kissing Galo’s entrance before slipping away, but the second time Galo sinks down he hits home, his body soft and yielding around him.
The demon throws his head back, his wings bouncing as he hisses and sinks back down again, taking in a little more of Lio each time. Lio can’t help but buck up; Galo’s body is exquisite, just wetwarmslick and all for him to enjoy. What he wouldn't give to drown in this feeling.
Galo rises and sinks again and again until he’s taken all of Lio. Flush ass to hips and not a breadth of space between them. They both take a moment to catch their breath, to just exist in the present with each other.
When Galo is fully adjusted to the stretch, he gazes down from his throne at Lio, “Hey, remember when I said I’d have you screaming my name?”
“Galo, hey w-wait, what are you-...”
Galo does not wait and instead lifts himself to the tip before slamming back down again.
“Galo!” Lio screams, fulfilling the prophecy. But Galo doesn’t stop, he just picks up his pace, bouncing himself on Lio’s cock. Lio squirms, arching up against him until Galo is forced to lean over and pin him down with his muscular arms, never relenting on his brutal pace.
“That’s it, boss, just lay there and take it.” Galo croons between panting breaths. Fuck, Galo looks incredible like this, handsomely masculine and dripping with sweat while Lio is pinned helplessly to the bed. He couldn’t escape even if he wanted to. Lio is forced to experience every wordless cry, every powerful thrust of Galo riding him like his life depends on it. Everything is just a swirl of sound and sensation until Lio can no longer tell where he ends and Galo begins. It’s making him crazy. Molten pleasure is radiating through him with every slap of Galo hips to the point that his pelvis could be shattered and he probably would not notice or probably even care. No wonder Galo didn’t try and steal his soul, Lio is ready to offer it willingly if it means the succubus would keep going.
When Galo seems content that Lio won’t move anymore, he leans back again and slows his pace, giving Lio a break to just enjoy the show. And what a show it was with Galo’s perfect pecs bouncing beautifully with every roll of his hips. The little metal barbells pierced through his dusky nipples might as well have been magnets for his eyes and mouth. Lio was utterly hypnotized by the sight. What he wouldn’t give to touch and squeeze and bite them.
“Yeah, Lio, just like that. Fuck, I feel so full. You feel so good inside of me. You’re so perfect for me, Lio. You really got my soul burning for you. That’s it, give me everything you got.” Galo punch-drunkenly rambles in his idea of dirty talk, each wet slap of skin on skin accentuated by the angry squeak of the mattress Lio found himself being ridden into. “I just want you to come inside me Lio. Make me yours.”
“Ahh, Galo, please! I just, I want to touch you, please.” Lio begs. He is already so close but he needs this. “Fuck, just let me move!”
The demon grins and snaps his fingers, breaking the spell. Instantly Lio can feel his limbs come unbound from whatever force was holding them down. His hands find Galo’s hips and he pulls himself up so he can properly embrace and kiss him, meeting him for every thrust. Lio buries his nose in the crook of Galo’s neck and gropes at Galo’s chest, finally able to squeeze those glorious pecs with his own hands, pinching at his nipples as Galo clenches down around him. It seemed like Galo really loved to be touched there as he melted into Lio’s arms, his bouncing nearly coming to halt.
Now this was Lio’s chance to take back control. With his ingrained fighting skills from his life as the Burnish leader, all Lio needs to do is grab Galo by his chest harness before grappling him down to the pillows and switching their positions. The succubus looks stunned but before he has time to complain Lio is prying his legs apart before shoving himself back into that gloriously tight hole in one fluid motion. The way Galo screams out his name and the slutty way his back arches off the bed is going to be seared into his mind forever. He throws one of Galo’s muscular legs over his shoulder and rolls his hips, this new position allowing him to reach even deeper than before. Lio finds a good rhythm quickly, one that has the headboard slamming against the wall and Galo blindly scrambling to find purchase on the pillows and sheets.
Lio grunts from the exertion, pushing Galo further into the mattress, nearly bending him in half. He angles his thrusts upwards a bit, trying to find that sweet spot again as he rearranges Galo’s guts. It doesn’t take him long to find it either, judging by the way his muscles contract around Lio and his eyes practically roll back into his head. Lio rubs at it relentlessly with the head of his cock until Galo is reduced to a shaky, babbling mess beneath him, pleading to be allowed to cum. The larger man is clenching, hot and filthy wet around him, his dick pooling droplets of pearly seed onto his tantalizingly toned abs. Lio knows he can’t hold on much longer so he takes Galo in hand, pumping him in time with his thrusts until he convulses with a shout, spilling thick, white ropes across his stomach and chest. Lio’s own orgasm follows right after; burying his dick as deep in that wet heat as he can go and letting himself fill Galo with spurt after spurt of his hard earned meal.
When Lio comes to his senses a moment later he’s slumped over Galo who has him trapped in a very messy bear hug against a pair of broad pecs. With a little wiggling he manages to slip out of Galo’s body, but not his embrace.
It takes a moment but they both finally manage to catch their breath. Galo’s nose is buried deep into Lio’s fluffy bedhead and he can feel the curve of a smile against his temple.
“I think your husband is going to be crazy jealous when he finds out what you were up to while he was gone.”
“Hmm…” Lio rolls his eyes in mock annoyance, “Somehow I get the feeling he enjoyed himself too.”
He can feel Galo’s chest rumble with laughter before Galo is back on him, kissing him breathless. When he pulls away, Lio is happy to have his adoring husband smiling back at him with a pair of plastic horns slightly askew on his head.
“How was that firebug? Did I do a good job? You look like you were into it. And you didn’t move at all! Just like we agreed. I’m really impressed. And wow, at the end when you took control like that, it was very hot.”
If Lio had any braincells left in him after two world-shattering orgasms, he’s sure his face would be beet red listening Galo ramble his enthusiastic review of their sexy roleplay. Somehow this had been Galo’s suggestion and, of course, it was not long before Lio got on board - lord knows he has agreed to crazier plans of Galo’s for less.
“I mean, yeah, I was skeptical when you suggested this to me at first...I didn’t think you would want to try this sort of thing. And honestly, I didn’t think I would be into either but when I saw you in that outfit, I guess I got into it too…” That last part he admits barely above a whisper, but he couldn’t help it. From the very beginning of their relationship, Galo had been very vocal about how much of a turn on it was when Lio wore leather, especially when he did it just for him. It should not have been shocking to find out the reverse was true as well; of course Galo would look like sex on legs with his broad chest trussed up in a leather harness all for Lio to enjoy.
“See! I knew you’d like it. Okay, for my next idea-”
“Oh god, no, Galo, no-”
“Wait, hold on, hear me out! So you know the movie Die Hard-”
“Galo, no, please, no I can’t do this again-”
“Okay so like, what if I climbed in through the fire escape and you were naked on the bed-”
Lio slaps a hand over Galo’s mouth as he tries to contain his laughter. “Shut up Galo, please, absolutely not, this was enough for me.”
Galo gives him the puppy dog eyes and Lio cautiously removes his hand. “Then you don’t want to hear about my Princess Bride idea? You’d be Westley, obviously, because you look great in black and I’d be Buttercup because you know, perfect breasts and all…”
“...” Lio groans. “...I’ll think about it.”
Galo squeezes him tighter to his chest and Lio is reminded of the drying splatter of splooge currently gluing the two of them together.
“Galo, let me go, I really should clean us up.”
“Fiiine. But don’t be too long because I can tell you’re getting cold. Your feet feel like icicles, firebug!”
“Well, who pulled the blankets off of me in the first place?” Lio grumbles and playfully pinches Galo’s nose. “And don’t worry, I will make sure I put my ice cold feet all over you when I get back so you can keep them warm. Sound good?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, firebug.” Galo pecks Lio on the lips. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Lio smiles and kisses him back.
He is reluctantly released and he sleepily stumbles over to the bathroom for a warm, wet washcloth and to find a bottle of water in the kitchen. He takes care in wiping his husband down and carefully removing what was left of the costume. He then settles back in and allows himself to be maneuvered into being the little spoon, Galo’s limbs wrapping around him like a clingy octopus and Lio’s ice cold legs tangling with Galo’s own. Lio lets himself drift off to a comfortable sleep, knowing he would not be having another surprise visit from any more creatures of the night. He was safe and warm in the arms of the man he loves.