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Why did he have to die on a boat? Of all the ways he had to die, that was a bad one. The memory of his death was now over a century distant, but it still hurt whenever he thought too long and hard about it. Not to mention the…odditites, he had been stuck with in his new demon form. The most obvious, and obnoxious, was a group of four smoke stacks like those of the ocean liner he died on. They spouted out of his back like a row of metal trees, and worst of all needed what felt like constant care and maintenance lest he suffer a cough and other forms of sickness. The problem? The stacks were on his back, and not exactly easy for him to stretch his arms around, so he had been forced to rely on others willing to take on the task, and the people he could trust with that had been few, far between, and temporary..
The good news? He now had a girlfriend who loved to clean.
He sat on the bed in his room at the Hazbin Hotel, slightly hunched over so Niffty could better reach the four stacks jutting out of his back as she worked on them. Niffty hummed as she worked, and Hawkeye smiled at the sound and how gentle she was being with him. He coughed, and felt smoke and other foul particulates eject from the stacks, probably coating her but Niffty never once complained.
“Thank you Nif,” Hawkeye sputtered out after another bout of coughing.
“I don’t mind!” She replied cheerfully. He felt her hand in the last of his stacks now, wiping down the inside to gather the soot and grease that gathered towards the edges before plunging deeper, where the grime was more dense.
“I know but…well it means a lot to me. I used to be a mess before you started doing this regularly.” Niffty hummed as he talked, not saying a word in reply. He smiled, wishing he could turn around and hug her, maybe kiss her, maybe go a bit further than that. Though, she’d probably throw a fit once it was done since it meant she’d been interrupted.
The sensation was strange as she moved through each of his stacks, like she was reaching into his chest from behind. He’d never had a cleaning this deep, at least not in a long time. Thank the fact he couldn’t reach his arms back that way or trust a lot of people not to use it as a chance to kill him for that. But with Niffty…she was the first person in a long time who he knew he could trust to do this.
He felt a pulling sensation in his back, Niffty was in deep now.
“Wow, it’s really dirty in here,” she said in awe as he felt her hands continue to move around.
“What the fuck is back there?” Hawkeye gasped as he felt something grow looser in his back.
“It wouldn’t be this bad if you’d let me clean here earlier!” She chided. Hawkeye laughed and let out another wave of hacking coughs as whatever Niffty was pulling at shifted again.
“Yeah yeah, I should’ve listened to you,” he said as the wave finally passed.
“Well, at least I’m almost done!” Niffty said cheerfully as Hawkeye felt a tugging sensation in the lowest stack as Niffty began to pull steadily on something stuck in there. Hawkeye gripped the side of the bed and leaned forward as Niffty pulled harder. Seriously, what the fuck was in there?!? Finally, the sensation stopped as Hawkeye felt the thing loosen and then break away with a dry pop. He sat back up, taking in the sensation as Niffty jumped off the bed next to him, waving a large black globule of…something.
“Tada!” She proudly proclaimed and trotted over to the garbage chute. Hawkeye took a few deep breaths, realizing they were the deepest breaths he’d been able to take in a long time. The feeling that his lungs had been compressed was gone, and
“Wow, Nif-babe, that’s incredible! Thank you.”
She giggled softly at his statement and bounced back over to him.
“My bad boy likes it when I clean him,” she said in a near whisper as she climbed back onto the bed and returned to cleaning out the lowest stack of any remaining goo. Hawkeye smiled at her excitement of his compliment, such a sweet and innocent little thing that meant the world to her. A minute later she backed out from his stack.
“All done!” She said cheerfully, tucking her cleaning brush away and crawling over to Hawkeye’s front. She lay her head in his lap like this was a normal routine, something she always did, which to be fair it…sort of was? She did like to snuggle with him, but had never really done so like this, and especially not after clearing out his stacks.
Hawkeye smiled at her, staring into her one eye as he stroked her hair.
“I’m so glad to have you with me Nif,” he said softly. “And not just because it keeps me healthy. You’re just…so sweet.”
“I like you too,” she replied, leaning into his hand slightly. “You’re such a bad boy. And bad boys are so fun! At least at first. They get mean after a while.”
“I could never be mean to you.”
“That’s why you’re my favorite!” She replied happily, sitting up in his lap before laying a kiss on his forehead. “You’re mean to other people but you’re really nice to me! That’s my favorite kind of bad boy!”
She sat there for a moment, staring up at him with a soft smile on her face, one he rarely saw given her regular crusades against the rodents and other pests of the hotel that led to her more typical manic expression. He felt a calmness wash over him seeing her like this. He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. He felt her hand on his cheek. He placed one on hers. Slowly, he leaned his mouth towards hers. He felt as she did the same, and soon their lips met. Her tongue was in his mouth, moving around like it was searching every nook and cranny. His tongue moved into her mouth, playing with her gently, encouraging her to keep going as he pulled her closer.
“You know…” Hawkeye said, breaking the kiss and slowly running his hand down Niffty’s back. “You did get pretty filthy cleaning my stacks out.”
“I…oh yeah. I did,” she said absentmindedly. Shocking for someone as obsessed with cleanliness as her. She rested her head against his chest like she was listening to his heartbeat, shifting against his leg in a seemingly innocent move that clearly gave her a chance to grind against him.
“We should get you cleaned up,” Hawkeye’s hand slid under her dress and gently caressed her. He felt the lace of her panties against her skin. She giggled softly and pressed her ass into his hand, encouraging him as her own hands began to trace patterns on his chest and slowly migrate down towards his pants. Hawkeye moved his fingers, sliding under the fabric so he was gently caressing her skin as he stood up, lifting her up to his face and kissing her. His hands slid further under her panties, slowly yet gently prying them off of her ass and down her legs.
Despite his initial statement, they didn’t move, content caressing and groping each other, moaning softly at some movements until finally, Hawkeye couldn’t handle it anymore. He stood up, pulling her panties fully off and digging his fingers inside her as he walked to the bathroom. His renewed effort caught Niffty off guard, and she stopped her own teasing as she curled into him from the waves of pleasure shooting through her at the movement of his fingers inside her. All Hawkeye could make out was a string of gasps and pleas for him to continue as he entered the bathroom and walked over to the tub.
He turned the tap with his free hand so the tub would start to fill before turning his attention back to Niffty, driving his fingers deep inside her while his other hand began to gently undo her dress, allowing his hand to slide in through the back and gently play with her breasts. His fingers seemed to strike a sweet spot as Niffty’s breathing accelerated.
“Right there!” She called out after his fingers pressed against the deeper flesh of her pussy. He smiled. “So good. How do you do it?”
“I always hit my mark,” he pushed against her inner wall again, causing her to let out a scream of pleasure as he felt his hand drenched by her excitement. Just as he felt her beginning to tighten, he pulled his fingers out.
“Wha…no fair! I was so close!” She whined, but her expression quickly shifted as Hawkeye lifted her pussy to his mouth. Her eye went wide as she realized what he was doing, and grinned as he began to kiss closer to her opening.
“Don’t worry, I never leave a lady wanting.” Hawkeye’s tongue shot into her, moving around with the same precision he had demonstrated with his fingers. She moaned even louder as his tongue caressed and pressed her soft spots, feeling as her legs squirmed around his head before locking in around his ears. He looked up to see Niffty sitting up slightly, her expression a bit more manic.
“Make me scream bad boy,” she said, her voice filled with a calm command. “I want all the sinners and roaches to hear me.” Hawkeye smiled and dove back in, melting Niffty’s expression again as he played with her clit and moved his tongue deeper, gently caressing every fold and crevice he found before moving on. Niffty’s hands finally grasped the back of his head holding him in place as his mouth flooded with her excitement. Finally, she let out a massive scream and fell back, her body going limp.
“Are you good?” He asked, lowering her away from his mouth and supporting her head.
“My bad boy made me feel really good,” she mumbled absentmindedly. Hawkeye smiled and kissed her on the collarbone, stripping the last of her clothes away before placing her in the tub.
Her eye still rolled with pleasure as she floated there while Hawkeye stripped off his pants and climbed in. The move seemed to snap her back to attention, and she grinned mischievously at him before her legs shot out towards him. Though they weren’t able to fully embrace him, he got the gist, and pulled towards her, resting his now fully-erect cock on her chest. Her hands traced the shape, sending tingles and bolts of pleasure through his body before she moved away and angled him properly.
“Go for it Hawky,” she said, sliding down as best she could. Hawkeye complied, wrapping his hands around her torso and pulling her down to the base.
He still didn’t fully understand how he was able to do that without significantly hurting her. Maybe just a quirk of her physiology, or maybe just part of their demonic nature, it didn’t matter. He saw his cock bulging inside her, nearly up to her breasts that bounced softly in the water as he moved her up and down.
“Ohhh yes. Use me,” she said with a shaking voice as Hawkeye pumped her up and down on his cock.
“You don’t mind?” He asked, running a hand up her body.
“No,” she moaned out. “Not when it’s you.” He smiled and kept going, slowly tracing his hands along her body and making sure to keep his grip loose so he wouldn’t hurt her.
“I’m getting there,” Hawkeye gasped out. Niffty’s face snapped back into focus as she grabbed his chest and leaned forward.
“Fill me up Hawky! Flood me!” Hawkeye smiled and nodded before feeling himself climax. Niffty’s form seemed to expand as he pumped her full, a few drops spilling back into the tub as she let go from her climax.
They stayed like that for a moment before Niffty pushed off of Hawkeye’s cock, letting more of his seed spill into the tub. She drifted over to him, climbing onto his chest again and laying against it. They lay there together for a few minutes, Niffty humming softly and tracing her hand through the water while Hawkeye softly stroked her skin and hair. Every sensation seemed to be on fire. He could feel her soft, smooth porcelain skin on his chest and his fingertips as he held her against his chest, inhaling sharply every time she shifted slightly against his body.
The moment seemed to stretch into eternity and last only a few seconds all at once, as Niffty seemingly regained her appetite for pleasure. She shifted one of her feet towards his cock, gently tapping and tracing against it like she had done with his chest and arms. Hawkeye felt the blood racing there, slowly inflating it again. Niffty shifted forwards, sliding her body around so that she was face-to-face with his groin. Hawkeye now had an unobstructed view of her pussy as she began to kick her legs in the air and he felt her breath on his shaft.
“Hmmm, this part seems really dirty still,” Niffty said, gently placing one of her hands on his cock.
“I can’t believe you missed a spot,” he said, running a hand down her back and sliding a finger into her pussy. She moaned and started to rub her hands up and down more against his cock.
“I don’t think my hands are enough,” she said. Without further comment, she closed her mouth around Hawkeye’s cock. The pleasure was intense, and Hawkeye had to drop his own tending of her need as her tongue moved flawlessly up and down the length of his shaft, caressing the tip, and moving along. He had to regain control of the situation or they’d never leave the tub clean. He mustered his strength and leaned forwards towards her opening, gently licking and caressing it once more. Niffty moaned, the vibrations reverberating through his shaft and filling him with even more pleasure. She kept going despite his renewed efforts, her tongue moving with the skill of a surgeon around his member and always applying just the right amount of pressure here or there to keep him surprised. Two times he felt her body shudder from orgasm, but she kept going, working his cock like it was a spot of mold she was determined to remove.
Eventually, after holding on as long as he could, he felt himself release inside her mouth, and felt as Niffty took it all. He still didn’t understand how, but he wasn’t one to complain, it saved on cleaning later. Maybe that was why…
Her mouth made a soft popping sound as it released his cock, filling Hawkeye with even more energy as his cock sprang back to life, much to Niffty’s excitement.
“I think it’s clean now,” she said, slowly rotating her pussy away from his mouth and towards his cock. She shifted her hips around the head, teasing him ever so slightly and lining up her opening with his shaft as she slowly lowered herself onto it. Despite what they had done earlier, she had once again grown incredibly tight around him, and each movement forced him to focus so he wouldn’t spill too early.
“What are you doing?” Hawkeye asked as she slowly took him deeper and deeper.
“Making it dirty again” she said with that manic grin on her face again as she dropped down, taking the last part of him inside her and letting out a scream of pleasure that mixed with Hawkeye’s own moan from the sensation.
She lifted her own hips up again despite the clear effort it took. Hawkeye reached out a hand to help her, but she swatted it away.
“Stay there, nghh. This is for you,” she moaned out. Hawkeye let her, letting his head fall back as Niffty squeezed even tighter around his cock. It felt different from when he was doing the moving. He had the control there, knew what to expect even if the exact details were different each time. Now though, she had the control, and though slow, her movements were so different. It took a lot of effort just to keep from cumming right there. He wanted her to enjoy this too, and he wanted her to know he enjoyed it. Her ass cheeks slapped against her pelvis again and again as she seemed to gain more confidence and control.
His chest seemed to grow warm as he stayed there. He wanted to act, but she had forbidden it. Energy was building up, his internal furnace growing hotter and hotter as he lay there and took it. Niffty didn’t seem to notice as she kept going, rising and falling with great effort, her insides twitching more and more frequent and her breath growing even more rapid as she seemingly reached climax again. He softly rested a hand on her hips. She didn’t resist as he brought her down one final time against his groin. She shuddered and moaned with pleasure, squeezing Hawkeye tight, but he held off again.
“You alright Lovebug?” He asked, gently tilting her head up to his.
“Yeah,” she said softly. “Just hard…you’re so big for me…I wanted to do it for you Hawky.” Hawkeye embraced her, pulling her face into his chest.
“You do so much for me and for everyone else. I want you for you, not for what you can do to me.”
“Promise?” She asked.
“I promise. And I promise I’ll always be there to take care of you when you want me or need me.” Hawkeye replied as his hand slid to her ass. “Do you want me to finish it?” He felt her nod against his chest and began moving again. Slowly and softly, not like their earlier movements that seemed almost frantic in comparison. Lovemaking, not sex. Niffty stayed there against Hawkeye’s chest, her breathing fast but steady as she held onto him.
“I’m about to cum,” Hawkeye said as he felt himself nearing climax once more.
“Fill me up again Hawky,” Niffty said into his chest. He obliged, pushing deep one final time and feeling as he pumped into her again and again. She moaned in pleasure and tightened around his cock once more, squeezing out every last drop he had to offer. He stayed firmly planted in her this time, letting himself grow hard again before they resumed their escapades. Water sloshed out onto the tiles until it seemed like the tub was half empty, not that they minded all that much. After a few more rounds, they finally stopped, just embracing each other before cleaning themselves off, much to Niffty’s excitement. Hawkeye smiled as Niffty zipped around him with a sponge, gently wiping away grime before he slowly cleaned her off, using the soap and washcloth to almost caress her as her hand rested on his, like she was slowly guiding the path he took across her marble skin.
Once they were done, Hawkeye opened the drain, allowing the tub to slowly finish emptying while they returned to kissing each other once more. It was only when the tub fully emptied that they even noticed and began to care, as the air felt cold on their still-damp skin. Hawkeye reached over and grabbed some towels, handing one to Niffty before taking one and wrapping it around his waist. Niffty climbed out of the tub slowly, standing there as Hawkeye climbed out before offering him her hand. He took it and she guided him back to the bed. Niffty climbed up, inviting him with arms spread wide to continue where he had left off.
“I’m surprised you don’t want to jump at the cleaning,” he said, leaning forward as he crawled towards her, chasing her to the headboard as she crawled back.
“Eh…it’ll be there tomorrow. Besides, I just got all clean. I don’t want to get dirty again.”
“Right answer,” Hawkeye said as his lips connected with hers again.
They didn’t go any further, Hawkeye knew as much as Niffty had enjoyed the earlier events she would have a fit if they got the bed sheets dirty before they went to sleep, and then he’d have to wait for his sheets to be cleaned, or for Niffty to get new ones, and he just wanted to lay down and never get up again. So they continued to explore each other’s bodies, tracing patterns on skin or caressing sensitive areas like they were holy relics, but never pushed into full on sex or orgasm. Finally, both feeling exhausted, they stopped. Niffty curled into Hawkeye’s chest and quietly hummed as she listened to his heartbeat.
“Sweet dreams lovebug,” Hawkeye smiled softly as she turned around, acting as the little spoon in their snuggle. He pulled her closer against his chest, feeling her own heartbeat through his hand as they drifted off to sleep together.