He sobs and moans as the demon grabs and bites at the seared flesh, presses at the raw nerves in the worst of the burns. The way he squirms and bucks, it’d look to anyone who wasn’t close enough to hear him like he was trying to escape.

As it is—

“—fuck please please more more more more more—“

"Fuck you're gorgeous," the demon breathes into his neck. "Fuck, yeah, tell me what you want."

And he bites him again, and slashes his claws across a particularly nasty burn on his hip.

He screams again. It takes him a minute of thrashing and moaning before he has enough language to answer.

“I want—I want, fuck, fucking tear me up—show me, show me, I—more—”

Maybe he’s not so hot with language after all, yet.

Oh, on the contrary, he is very hot with language.

The demon methodically applies his claws to every inch of blistered skin. By the time he's done, the earliest burns are starting to heal, which in his opinion makes it a great time to suck Z's dick.

With his entire body shredded and blistered and raw and screaming in pain, he comes just as embarrassingly quickly as the first time, grabbing onto the demon’s horns and practically weeping.

The demon keeps his mouth where it is, afterward, stroking gently with his tongue.

He pants and sighs and occasionally makes another little sob-like sound as the demon licks him.

(If he were in the state to think about anything at all, he might have something to think about the fact that the best sex he’s ever had is happening in a labyrinth hellpit and started without his actual consent. Mercifully, he is currently unequipped for thoughts.)

Those are some pretty excellent noises, and the demon is going to do his best to extract more of them.

His best is more than good enough.

Again, he doesn't even have a chance to stop being hard. How many times has he come, now? He feels like he should be...out of sex, or something.

There is so much more sex to be had.

Starting with this endless hellpit blowjob, apparently. The demon runs his fingertips lightly across some half-healed burns on Z's back, then follows the same trail with his claws, much harder.

–oh, that makes him pay attention.

He makes a choked sound and jerks in place, not sure whether to lean back into the claws or forward away from them.

The demon makes a sound not unlike a purr, and finds another set of burns to maul while he very enthusiastically sucks Z's dick.

Well, then, he’s back to whimpering and gasping and grabbing his horns again.

(He keeps feeling his own blood dripping off his skin and that’s even fucking hotter when he’s apparently getting healed fast enough that there can be this much of it without him passing out.)

“Fuck—fuck, it’s so much—”

Yes. Z is forbidden from running out of either blood or sexual stamina for the forseeable future.

The demon purrs and deep-throats him and claws him hard enough to leave scratches in the actual bone of his ribs.

—yeah, that’s another screaming orgasm. His voice is actually starting to go a little. (He’s never had something scratch his bones before—he can feel the vibrations—holy fuck.)

Once Z has stopped screaming and shaking, the demon takes his mouth away long enough to remark, "You're seriously fucking gorgeous, you know that? I could do this all week. Maybe I will."

He nuzzles a burn on Z's thigh.

"Wouldn't...wouldn't mind that a ton."

He feels like someone melted him and then halfway reconstituted him into person.

"Mmmm." Nuzzle. "Yeah, I noticed. It's really hot."

He kisses his way up along Z's side, over his ribs, up across his chest to his collarbone, then his neck—at which point he bites. At the same time his hands, wrapped around Z's hips, flare with searing heat.

He chokes off the scream halfway through, but it comes out.

He should be too exhausted to feel anything like this. Instead, the pain comes through hot in his veins like it’s the first of the night.

“Ah—ah—aaaaahh—”