Undertaker x Grell~
Unstoppable; the perfect word to describe the behaviour of the lover before him. He picked up his pace and drowned the other creature in the bliss and the satisfaction that continuously overflowed. He was not sure if he still had his senses that night. They were a perfect pair. Both carry the name of Death Gods and both seeking for pleasure.
"Aaah ..Und- under... taker" he whimpered.
The name slipped non-stop out of the redhead's mouth, as it grew more intense. He was on the brim of climax, while Undertaker deepened the plunge. It was too good for him to take.
"..haa... good"
Grell's satisfied tone made the other Death God smirk as he bit the redhead's ear in excitement.
"Not too tight, my Juliet" he whispered.
The words rang uncontrollably into Grell's ear. He hid his cherry-shaded look by burying his face in the chest of the bully. He peeked at his lover then turned into a gaze, he felt lucky. Those glistening eyes and that erotic expression, was only for him to see. Grell focused on his lover's lips; those luscious irresistible lips. He was starving, famished for that enticing mouth, Undertaker's mouth.
"Your gaze is so intense... is it entrancing, my face?"
"Your kiss I want it." He demanded.
He grazed his lips with the other creatures teasing him further. He bit his lower lip in reply to the mocking and an overpowering taste of blood ignited out of the sadist's lip. He ignored it and instead forced his tongue into the Undertakers mouth, entangling it with his. It was a beginner's kiss compared to the skilled ones he frequently gave him. Nevertheless, the pathetic play he did was enough for him to climax. He could feel the hot liquid oozing out of his entrance; it burned. He finally released his grip on his back.
"Has your stamina shortened?" he taunted, obviously to revenge on the tyrant.
"Gufufufu.. Are you putting me to the test?" he replied suspiciously.
He seized the Redhead's thighs and inserted his already erect member into his opening, to think that just a while ago he climaxed.
"Ahh! no more!" Grell yelled.
"The tables have turned, my love" a smirk began to arise from his nonchalant face.
It was a mistake to test his lover. That taunt was purposively to insult him, but he found it wildly alluring to his discovery. He learned his lesson; he should not enchant and awake the demon sleeping in this shinigami. Still, this Undertaker is intoxicating, he is erotic, he is a sadist but even more this Undertaker is his.
