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Diavolo shifted in his office chair, the cording you’d tied around him that morning sliding against his skin delightfully. Feeling the shibari harness pressed against his body was more comforting than he’d thought it’d be. He’d been a little trepidatious that morning when the cording had arrived, and you’d asked to try it out before the two of you headed to R.A.D. The excited look on your face had him saying yes.
You’d taken such care with the way you wrapped and wound the cord around his body, tying knots that dug in just enough for the sensation to be pleasant. With each new knot, you’d check to make sure the rope wasn’t too tight, make sure he was still okay with continuing, make sure he was also enjoying himself. When you’d finished and he looked in the mirror, he didn’t just see the beautiful job you’d done at trussing him up, but the love you put into every knot and line of cord.
When you’d reached out to begin untying him so he could get ready to go, he pulled away. The large diamonds crossing his body made him feel like he was being hugged, and he didn’t want to lose the feeling quite yet. “Can I keep it on?”
You smiled at him gently. “Does it feel nice?” He nodded. You stepped up to him again, running a finger under the cording just beneath one of his pectorals causing him to shiver. “If you want to keep it on, I’m going to text you throughout the day to make sure you’re still doing okay. If you feel any sort of discomfort, I want you to text me immediately, okay?”
“Okay. I will. You’ll have lunch with me today, right?” Diavolo gave you a needy expression.
Laughing, you stood on your toes to kiss him. “Dia, when was the last time I didn’t have lunch with you?”
He gave you an overexaggerated fake pout. “Well, there was that one time a few weeks ago when you ate with Lucifer.”
You rolled your eyes, walking over to grab his button-up from the bed. “On the errand we went on for you, your highness?” Holding the shirt out to him on a finger, you quirked a brow.
Diavolo took the shirt from your hands, shrugging it on. He pulled you to him, hugging you tightly. “Touché, your highness to be.” You stepped back and smiled up at him, reaching out to start buttoning his shirt. He loved when you did that; it always felt so intimate.
A knock on his office door pulled Diavolo out of his memory of that morning. “Come in.”
Your smiling face poked into the doorway. “Lunchtime!”
Diavolo’s heart flipped when he saw you. Walking into the room, you shut the door behind you and walked to his side. You let out a surprised hum when you sat on his lap and felt his length pressing against your ass. “Looks like someone was thinking about some exciting things.” You wiggle your brows in a teasing manner.
An embarrassed flush spread across his face. “I didn’t even realize I was…” He paused. “I was just thinking about this morning and how much I love you. I wasn’t even thinking about anything untoward.”
You cooed, leaning in and kissing him slowly. “You got a love boner for me. Dia, that’s so cute.” It would have sounded condescending if it’d come from anyone but you, but Diavolo knew you meant it with how tender your voice was and how affectionately you looked at him.
He chuckled, his embarrassment slowly fading after knowing you found it endearing. “I guess I did.”
You walked your fingers up his chest, making his pulse race. Leaning in, your hot breath ghosted over his neck. “Would you like me to take care of this for you?” The palm of your hand rubbed against the front of his trousers.
Diavolo’s head bobbed eagerly. When you began to slide off his lap, he pulled you back to him blush reappearing. “Can I be inside of you?”
Cupping his face, you smiled. “Of course, my love.” Your fingers unfastened his pants and took him out. You sat up on your knees and moved your panties to the side, sinking down his length, your body accustomed to his size.
Impromptu office quickies were one of Diavolo’s favorite things. It always felt so naughty having you ride him in the same chair he did his monotonous paperwork in. His hands went to your ass, helping your movements so your legs wouldn’t get too tired. Your own hands went to his shirt, unfastening the same buttons you’d fastened earlier that day.
Diavolo chuckled breathlessly. “Want to admire your handiwork?”
You traced the cording with your fingers. “Exactly.” Slipping a finger under one of the sections of cording, you tugged lightly. “Plus, you look so pretty like this. It’s like I wrapped myself a lovely little present.” Diavolo groaned at your words and the press of knots against his skin when you pulled at the cord.
He could feel himself getting close. Your body, your words, your everything always drove him to ecstasy. Diavolo moved to circle your clit, teasing the little bundle of nerves in a way he knew would have you quickly coming undone in his hands. “Come for me, my love.”
On command, you came around him, slumping against his chest. He moved you along him a few more times before he was filling you. Diavolo wrapped his arms around you, and you did the same. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow as you held each other.
You eventually lifted your head to look at him. “Why did you want to keep the harness on today?”
Diavolo smiled bashfully. “It kind of feels like a hug, like you’re arms are around me even when you’re not with me.”
Leaning in, you kissed him, and he could feel all your love held in that kiss. “Aw, Dia.”
Looking at you, the warmth on your face and the love in your eyes, all Diavolo wanted to do was keep you with him for the rest of the day. He’d said the shibari felt like a hug, and it did. But, it was nothing compared to really having your arms around him. He found you irresistible. “Wanna skip the rest of classes and head home to get cleaned up?”
You laughed, booping him on the nose. “You, know, for the head of a school and the prince of hell, that’s not very responsible of you.”
He grabbed your hand as you pulled it away from his face, kissing the tip of the finger that’d just booped him. “Well, my dear, if you want me to be more responsible, I guess I could just stay here and do my work, and you can go back to class with my cum dripping down your thigh. I know I’d prefer to go home, but if you insist…” His words dripped with sarcasm.
Swinging your arms around his neck, you kissed him deeply. “Now when did I say I wanted you to be more responsible? Though, I’m sure you’d love it if I went back to class covered in your scent, letting everyone know who I belong to, huh?”
Diavolo stood up with you in his arms. “You’re such a little minx.” Nuzzling into your neck, he shifted into his demon form and strode to the window.
You laughed. “It always feels like we’re sneaking out when we do this. Then again, if we left through the door and Lucifer saw us, there’d be no way we’d get out of here.”
Jumping from the windowsill, Diavolo held you a little tighter. “My thoughts exactly.”
A bit later, when Lucifer got no response from Diavolo upon knocking on the door to the Prince’s R.A.D office, he cracked the door to find the room empty and smelling of sex. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Again? Really?”