okegom fanfic translations

midnight kisses 3

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Satanick could scarcely believe what he was hearing. Victor… wasn’t going to push him away? Victor… wanted this...?

“Are – Are you sure?” the devil lord stuttered out. Magnificent him would never be so docile in these matters. When he saw something he wanted, his charm would help him get the object of his affection. Of course, he would be a gentleman about it. Nevertheless, Satanick have never imagined that he would be in this position – and with Victor, no less. Truly, this had to be a fantasy his lovesick mind had created.

A somewhat coy look across his face, Victor tightened his grip on Satanick’s shirt. With a slight tug, Victor pulled Satanick down to him, pressing his lips onto to Satanick’s. The devil’s eyes widened at this bold move – a welcome one, to be sure, but one that also terrified him. As his body naturally responded to Victor’s mouth, Satanick found his fears melting away as both of their hot breath mingled together. Mouths parted, tongues danced, and lips smacked in sloppy yet intense movements. Each kiss only heightened the burning passion Satanick felt, and it was all he could do to control himself from grinding his pelvis over Victor’s. His hands traveled to Victor’s biceps to grip onto them, hoping to steady his ever growing lust. However, this only seemed to make him crave Victor more. Feeling his skin through his clothing was simply not enough.

Victor’s fumbling fingers now began undoing the buttons on Satanick’s shirt. That was enough to send the devil lord over the edge, and his hands now began the same rhythm with Victor’s nightly attire. As air hit Satanick’s warm skin, his fingertips brushed against Victor’s stomach as he undid the final button on his blouse. Victor visibly shuddered at such a light touch, and he gasped, his head momentarily rolling back on the sheets. The ponytail in his hair fully loosened thanks to his movement, and Satanick looked on as his long hair splayed out around him. Streaks of ivory shone on the dark locks, further reminding Satanick of the streaks of moonlight that cascaded over the pair. The devil released his grip on Victor’s arm to gently tangle his fingers in the long locks. He lifted a handful to his face, leaning down to breath in the smell. It was a fresh scent, but one that also spoke of musk – a smell that only another man could have. His glowing eyes filled with lust, Satanick looked down at Victor’s bare chest displayed by his open shirt. He had never seen Victor in such a state – his pale skin with nary a blemish in sight, his glassy eyes, his slightly puff lips from all the kissing. Victor was truly a handsome, beautiful man.

With a tiny smirk on his face, Satanick replied, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The only way that Satanick could describe what took over him next was pure passion. His mouth once more came crashing down onto Victor’s, and the man followed along. Satanick’s hands eagerly began to caress Victor’s exposed flesh, trailing his fingers over every inch he could see. What an adventure to see Victor squirm when his thumbs brushed across his nipples; what a thrill it was to hear him moan when Satanick’s nails gently raked down his sides. Pure, unadulterated lust pumped through every fiber of Satanick’s being, and he found himself drowning in this hot sea.

He had been desperate for a tiny spark of warmth from a simple forehead kiss. Now, he was experiencing something much more potent. It was dangerous to play with fire – he knew that all too well – but this time was different. Satanick would happily burn if it meant he could continue this escapade with this fragile human being.

Ah, yes; another reminder for the devil to take things a bit more slow. Victor was still human, after all, and humans were such delicate creatures. Satanick knew he had the penchant to act like a true creature of the night when it came to these matters, yet he still had enough common sense that niggled inside his brain to warn him about being more gentle.