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“Omi!”
Omi looks up from the viewfinder to see Banri jogging up to him, a grin on his face and his backpack hanging off his shoulder. He must’ve just finished his last class.
“Hey Banri,” Omi says, turning the camera off before putting it back in his sling back. “What’s up?”
“Found a way to fix your problem.”
“Problem?” Omi tilts his head. He can’t remember confiding in Banri over a problem, and he hasn’t had any noticeable issues recently either. Nothing immediately comes to mind.
“Yeah, ya know. Your attitude.”
Ah. That.
Well.
Omi has been quite irritable lately, but he’s chalked it up to the stress caused by being in the last semester; he has about twelve different projects to submit, all at the same time, and more just keep piling on. He might’ve been grumpy unintentionally, but if Banri had noticed (and had gone to lengths to support him), maybe he should work on his attitude.
“That’s nice of you, Banri, but I can handle it on my own…”
Banri claps him on the shoulder and looks to his left, and then his right, before pressing something cylindrical in his hand… A roll of paper?
“Just follow all the instructions there. Trust me,” Banri says. After giving Omi a pat on the back, he starts to walk away.
“Wait, Banri—!”
“Trust me!”
Banri grins, throwing a hand up in his departure and leaving Omi confused in the middle of the quad. Omi looks down at what seems to be a scroll in his hand for a few more seconds before unraveling it.
How to Summon an Incubus, it reads.
Omi blinks.
…This is a joke, right? It has to be.
Yet somehow, hours later in the dark of the night, he finds himself in the middle of his room, following the instructions written on the suspicious piece of paper.
All the necessary artifacts are on the floor, right on top of the circle he has drawn with the chalk he managed to ask from the education major in the room across his. He sits down, careful not to smudge the drawing, and takes a deep breath.
If this actually works, it’ll be interesting to note how summoning a demon just takes a few household items.
“Well, a few household items,” Omi murmurs as he stares at the knife in his hand, the same one he was just using in his dinner preparations earlier, “and a bit of blood, I guess.”
The sharp pain from the cut makes him wince, but he immediately extends his hand so the first drip of blood lands on the floor, not on his pants. Drip, drip, drip—
Okay, there. Three drops.
He carefully sets the knife down. Sucking on his index finger, he closes his eyes and does the final step according to the instructions: make your desire clear.
I need something to take my stress away, Omi thinks, strongly.
When nothing happens even after his finger has stopped bleeding, he opens his eyes and wipes his finger on his pants, raising his other hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
That was stupid.
An incubus, really? Banri’s going to laugh at him once he finds out that he fell for his prank. He’s not usually this gullible, but the stress must be really getting to him.
“It’s just the stress,” Omi says out loud—and why is he even trying to defend himself? There’s no one around to hear it.
Your desire for ‘stress’ is acknowledged, a voice rings out.
“Wait, what, no—” Eyes wide, Omi looks around to find where it came from, but the voice dissolves like mist.
Stress is what he wants to relieve, definitely not what he wants. Is this a trick? Is this… thing like a genie?
Is this hallucination caused by stress?
While Omi’s panicking on the inside, the circle in front of him begins to smoke. He takes a tentative step back as it fills the room, leaving him unable to see temporarily.
The cloud of smoke slowly dissipates until it clears, finally revealing—
An incubus.
Or so, Omi assumes. That was what it said on the scroll’s title.
The incubus daintily sits in the center of the circle, legs laid out to the side and hands on its lap. Bright blue eyes, the bluest of blues that Omi has ever seen, blink up at him in surprise and almost… fear? From what little research Omi had done beforehand, he was sure that incubi were supposed to be sultry, supposed to ooze sensuality.
He’s getting the complete opposite of that from this one.
“Um,” Omi starts. “Hello.”
The incubus only blinks some more in response before looking around, and as it observes its new surroundings, Omi takes the moment to study it as well.
Slim, with bright red hair that strangely complements its eyes. Its shirt—if ‘sleeves with a small bit of fabric for a neckline’ can even be classified as one—is cropped, accentuating pink, perky nipples. The shorts are as tight as they can be, making the small bulge at the center more apparent. The black leather clothing contrasts with the milky skin, but its legs are covered in lace sheer stockings, also in black.
The outfit leaves nothing to the imagination, while also highlighting the features that make it not quite human. It’s adorned with small, black horns with red shimmers and a pair of wings that seem more decorative than functional, barely a handbreadth. At the end of the tail swinging back and forth behind it is a heart also tinged with red, which is surprisingly… kinda cute?
Omi scrambles to look at the scroll once more, but there are no further directions from the summoning.
“Do you have a name?” Omi asks, gentler this time.
The incubus looks at him once more. It opens its mouth, closes it, and then, “Taichi.”
Taichi’s voice is like windchimes, and Omi’s heart irrationally begins to race.
“W-What about you?” Taichi says, almost in a whisper. “What is your name, master?”
Master—
Sure, Omi’s the one that summoned it— no, summoned him, but they should try to gain the upper hand, right? Humans should just be their ‘source of food’ or something, not one you would… serve, like what Taichi’s question seems to imply.
(But owning this beautiful being might just be exactly what he—)
“Omi,” he says in an attempt to distract himself from his thoughts. “My name’s, uh, Omi.”
Taichi tilts his head, and are sex demons supposed to be this adorable? “Omi-sama?”
“Uh, just Omi is fine…”
The incubus continues to stare at him, watching, observing. Omi tries to keep his gaze on his face and not his exposed chest.
And then, Taichi smiles, knocking the wind out of him. “Omi-kun!”
As if knowing his name (what he would need to scream later—) is the last puzzle piece Taichi needs to finally start being what he is, he makes his way toward Omi, crawling on the floor and showcasing the small piece of clothing hugging his ass— oh.
The shorts lace up in the back, the first string just sitting below his tail. His exposed, smooth ass slightly strains against the limited strings that seem to barely hold the entire piece together, but it’s perfect when it comes to… easy access.
Despite the urge to pull the cute tail, Omi stays still as Taichi approaches, worried that a wrong move can set the incubus hightailing back to his world. He can’t have him disappearing on him… especially not now when he’s on his lap.
Taichi wraps his arms around him and wiggles his hips, biting his lips as if grinding on him is a difficult math problem he needs to solve. As if grinding on him will get him hard, so they can also start… doing what is expected.
And that’s—
That’s actually pretty effective.
Taichi looks at him under his eyelashes, a pretty blush dusting his cheeks. “Is this okay? I, I haven’t been allowed out until now, and I’m not sure if… um…”
Heat pools in Omi’s stomach, his lust spreading with a hint of something else, something unfamiliar. Something dark.
He swallows. I’m his first.
“Do it more like this,” Omi says, placing his hands on Taichi’s hips and guiding him. After the first rock of hips, Taichi gets it, moving perfectly along Omi’s growing erection, an adorable focused expression on his face.
Omi leans forward to kiss his neck, enjoying how the incubus chimes in pleasure. He wants to hear more of them, the first person to ever hear them—
He has to remember this pleasure is for him. To relieve his stress.
So far, so good.
Taichi’s hands slowly slide down Omi’s chest before moving underneath his shirt to feel his bare skin. Omi shivers at the cold touch, but his body immediately heats back up as Taichi pushes the shirt over his head.
“Is this okay?” Taichi asks again, shyly, but he doesn’t stop moving.
Cute. So cute.
“Mhm, good job.”
Omi watches the way Taichi’s face heats up once more, but there’s a hint of a smile on the incubus’s lips, hands becoming more confident as they map out Omi’s chest. They find their way down to his pants, hips stopping momentarily to undo them and drag them down Omi’s thighs.
Even with no experience, Taichi wastes no time in getting to the goods.
He slips down to his knees between Omi’s thighs and removes the rest of his clothes. Omi’s cock springs free, and the incubus looks at it as if it were a treat, wings flapping behind him in excitement, sharp nails digging into the meat of Omi’s thighs. His tail swishes behind him like a predator ready to pounce.
Yet he sits there, simply staring, waiting for guidance.
And guidance, Omi is happy to provide.
“Wrap your hands around it,” Omi says, and his breath hitches when Taichi does, using both hands in order to encompass it as much as possible, his fingers barely able to meet around the girth. It’s not like Omi’s overly large, but Taichi’s hands are just so small, just like his cute small mouth parted in a perfect o, and god, having those lips on him will be—
“You’re so big,” Taichi says, voice laced with awe. He slowly moves his hands up and down in a loose grip, as if trying to check if the entire thing really exists and driving Omi crazy while he’s at it.
When slender fingers brush a sensitive spot just below the head, Omi shudders, the ache in between his thighs becoming more painful. He must really be so pent-up that a sloppy hand job can make him this hard.
But sloppy is fine. After all, Omi can teach his pretty little incubus everything, such as telling him to— “Tighten your grip, mhmm, yes, just like that, then rub the tip—”
Omi groans, leaning back on his hands as Taichi enthusiastically thumbs the slit, spreading the leaking precome around the head, his other hand continuing to jerk him off. Good at multitasking…
“You’re doing so good, Taichi.”
“You got bigger again! Amazing!” Taichi smiles, his tail making wavy movements behind him. “Are all humans like you?”
That dark feeling from earlier resurfaces, swirling in the pits of Omi’s stomach.
“No, just me.”
Taichi’s eyes sparkle as he turns his attention back to the task at hand. Now that Omi is more filled out, there’s more to touch, more surface to cover. Taichi does amazing, using both hands again on his shaft, getting him nice and slick and making sure he’s hard enough when he enters—
“You can use your mouth too,” Omi suggests.
“Really?”
There’s that smile again, and it takes Omi everything to not shove him down on his cock.
“Mhm. Start here”—Omi moves Taichi’s thumb back to his slit, breath stuttering when the incubus presses into it again—“and then go down. Go slow so you don’t hurt yourself.”
Taichi nods, not needing to be told twice. He leans forward, wrapping his lips around the tip—and Omi was right; his mouth is so small, it feels like he’s going to have to stuff it inside.
But Taichi doesn’t let that deter him, getting right into sucking, tongue replacing his thumb at the slit. It’s good, great even, for his first time. Taichi still uses his hand on whatever doesn’t fit in his mouth (doesn’t fit in yet), keeping Omi stimulated.
“Just like that, Taichi, s-so good…”
Drool and precome bead at the corners of Taichi’s lips as he starts to bob his head, taking more of Omi in his mouth. It’s choppy and there’s no real rhythm, but the different sensations of hand and mouth on him have Omi breathing heavily nonetheless.
Taichi unknowingly adds delicious vibrations to the mix as he makes pleased noises. In an attempt to ground himself to reality, Omi threads his fingers through the incubus’ hair, absent-mindedly noting the interesting black patch at the back. Like a teenager in his rebellious phase…
Taichi lets up to swirl his tongue around the head before leaving kitten licks at the tip, and Omi doesn’t get to continue his thought, his hand on Taichi’s hair twitching.
“You taste so nice, Omi-kun.” Lick, lick, suck, lick. Pause… Sniff? Taichi rubs his nose down his length, down to the base before going back up again. “Smells so delicious, too.”
With a small grin, Taichi gazes up at him with almost an innocent expression—as innocent as one can look with their lips swollen and a dick pressed against their cheek, accentuating the difference in size between them.
But Taichi turns his attention back to Omi’s cock, effectively reminding him he’s the devil.
“Your cock is so incredible,” he breathes out before mouthing the head, shiny lips about to be stretched around him again.
The last thread of Omi’s sanity snaps.
He takes a fistful of red and black hair and pushes the incubus down, groaning when he feels the tip hit the back of Taichi’s throat, the muscles flexing around him so heavenly. Somehow, he’s unsurprised that Taichi can take his entire length, a part of him pleasantly humming as if he has known it all this time.
After all, Taichi’s an incubus. He’s made for this, made for sucking cock.
He’s made for Omi.
“Because you are, aren’t you?” Omi manages to say as he pulls Taichi up a little. “Pretty little thing that exists just for me.” Then he shoves Taichi back down, his hips jerking up instinctively.
And Taichi makes those noises of delight again—because he’s such a good, good boy who wants to please Omi.
Omi decides to set the rhythm now, holding Taichi’s hair tight in his fist and thrusting up into his mouth. The incubus moans every time his cock hits the back of his throat, his clawed fingers digging into Omi’s thighs again, Omi loves it.
“Doing so well, taking me so deeply,” Omi praises. Taichi’s lashes flutter like he wants to speak, but he just hollows his cheeks around his shaft, and Omi presses all the way in again before pausing. He feels the little puffs of air against his abdomen, but Taichi still shows no sign of struggle. “Not even gagging.”
More spit drips from Taichi’s mouth as Omi jerks his hips, making the slide past his lips easier. Omi could finish just like this, in warm, wet heat… until he looks down to see blue eyes staring back at him, now more blue than black, glazed over with desire.
Omi pulls out and drags the incubus up by his hair, tossing him like a feather onto the bed. Taichi’s wings flap against the mattress as he gains his bearings, legs spreading on instinct.
“Omi-kun,” Taichi breathes out, taking hold of his own thighs and opening his legs as far as he can, presenting himself to him.
Omi has never seen a more willing hole than his.
Just like Omi thought, the strings on his backside effectively serve their purpose; they allow him to see everything—and will allow him to fuck Taichi easily, not needing to remove the clothing.
“Fuck,” Omi mutters under his breath, getting between Taichi’s legs and having Taichi hold himself higher, wider. The bulge in his tiny shorts is more prominent, and if he is close, if he can feel painfully hard too, Omi doesn’t know.
What he does know though is that, after pressing a dry middle finger into Taichi only to pull it out wet, his cute little incubus doesn’t need any preparation. He can take his cock easily because he’s perfect like that, and considering how he clenched on his finger…
“You want… no, you need this, don’t you?” Omi grabs his own length, looking away from the fluttering hole to catch Taichi’s gaze.
Taichi eagerly nods. “I can’t imagine how it feels to have it inside me,” he says, the heart-shaped tip of his tail brushing his own stomach as if to show where he wants it, how deep he wants Omi to reach—
Shivers run down Omi’s spine at the image it conjures.
“No need for imagination,” Omi says, both to Taichi and to himself, as he circles the rim with the tip of his cock, slathering it with his precome. “You can have the real thing.”
And with that, he snaps his hips forward and thrusts into Taichi’s eager hole in one swift movement.
Taichi swallows him up with a loud moan, and Omi grits his teeth at how his walls dance around him, how he’s so wet and hot and tight that it’s almost hard to move—yet, at the same time, it’s like his insides are changing to accommodate Omi for a perfect fit, sucking him in deeper.
Mustering all his remaining willpower, Omi keeps his eyes open in order to witness how beautiful Taichi takes him, both eyes and mouth wide open in surprise as Omi bottoms out from the get-go. His wings flap against the bed, either from excitement or shock or maybe even both, and his knees come up to dig into Omi’s hips, keeping him locked tight deep inside.
Beautiful.
Omi has never seen a more beautiful creature than Taichi.
“Omi-kun,” Taichi whimpers, already sounding like he’s been through it, and that’s all Omi needs to gather the incubus’ wrists in one hand and pin them above his head before slamming home over and over again.
He plunges into Taichi’s hole roughly, not taking Taichi’s feelings into consideration—because, he knows how Taichi feels, knows that he feels amazing with the way his his hole leaks and pulses around him.
(And this is supposed to be about relieving his stress anyway.)
Taichi doesn’t even struggle against his binds, just lets Omi hold him down and fuck him, take and claim—
“This body made for me.” Omi growls, lowering his head so he can look right into Taichi’s half-lidded eyes. “You belong to me, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, Omi-sama!” Taichi slips, screeching his name like it’s the only one that’ll drip from his tongue ever again.
Omi wonders if it’s common for an incubus to find a perfect match on their first try.
Lifting Taichi’s hips to change the angle, Omi settles his little cock free from the confines of his tight shorts. It’s pink and dripping at the tip, cute just like him—and as cute as his entirety is, Omi wants to ruin him, wants to see how much he can make this creature beneath him come.
As if responding to his thoughts, Taichi suddenly climaxes, his entire body convulsing as he releases all over his stomach. Incoherent noises escape his lips, glazed eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Omi’s eyes widen, the fire pooling low in his stomach blazing even hotter. Taichi is so responsive, so sensitive, so perfect. He’s everything Omi has wanted and more.
He continues to fuck Taichi through his orgasm, watching him cry and drool, watching his chest heave…
Watching a bulge appear in his come-covered stomach whenever Omi drives it in.
Omi curses, letting go of the incubus’ wrists to lean back and gather the lace sheer-covered legs in his arm. He throws his legs over his shoulder and uses his other hand to press down on his stomach, drawing simultaneous moans, before he resumes moving, hips striking ass at a frantic pace.
Omi’s cock is reaching a curve, reaching Taichi’s deepest parts, and his desire to mess him up—both outside and inside—grows stronger.
“No, no, Omi-kun, don’t do that!” Taichi squeaks, fidgeting as his tiny hands try to pry Omi’s hand off, his tail wrapping around Omi’s arm. “I-I’m going to come again if you do!”
“Come as many times as you want, Taichi.”
“I shouldn’t! Not, ah—! Not before you!”
Omi doesn’t know a lot about incubi, never thought he’ll ever need the knowledge, but if he wants to keep Taichi…
He mentally takes note of the sentence’s implications. Fuck now, ask later.
“But you want to please your master, right?” Omi grunts, putting more pressure on Taichi’s stomach just to watch the tears pool in his eyes.
“Y-Yes but—!”
“Then come.”
Omi pounds him, hitting home in the best of ways, making the incubus scream beneath him. Taichi comes immediately without missing a breath, hips rolling involuntarily against Omi’s as he rides out his orgasm.
Even as Taichi tightens up, trying to milk him from the inside out, Omi doesn’t stop moving. He continues his unrelenting tempo, feeling his orgasm drawing nearer and nearer with every thrust.
Taichi’s tail unravels from his arm and travels downwards, wrapping around Omi’s balls, caressing and tugging as if it were a hand. It’s an odd sensation, but it gets Omi to where he needs to be.
“Taichi—!”
After one, two powerful thrusts, Omi buries himself in Taichi’s body and fills him as deeply as he can. Taichi’s mouth goes slack, his own cock spurting once more against his stomach, and Omi tucks that knowledge away for later.
For now, he focuses on making sure every last drop of his seed is soaked into Taichi’s body, making sure he never forgets the first time he’s filled.
“Look at you,” Omi purrs, brushing his knuckles against Taichi’s cheek and collecting his tears. “Happily taking all my come.”
“More… Omi-kun, please,” Taichi begs even though he’s trying to catch his breath, horns twitching eagerly, gaze still full of hunger. “More…”
If it’s more that Taichi wants, it’s more he’ll get.
Omi fucks him again and again and again, pushing his come deeper into Taichi in each thrust, and Taichi always tightens up in an attempt to keep it all in like the good boy he is.
It’s not until the third or fourth or seventh time that Omi realizes Taichi doesn’t get tired, doesn’t run out of release even though he has been coming far more often than Omi.
Reduced to a shivering mess with only Omi’s name comprehensible in the noises he make, Taichi lets Omi manipulate his body however he wants to—and electricity runs in Omi’s veins at how perfectly submissive and pliant his incubus is—but it’s out of sheer pleasure than fatigue, as if he gets replenished every time he takes Omi’s seed.
Outside, the sun slowly rises, casting a light on Taichi from behind and almost giving him an angelic glow—it’s a beautiful contrast to the way he rides Omi with come and bruises all over his now fully-naked body, eyes unseeing and looking like the personification of sin.
Omi recognizes his earthly limits, knows he only has room for one more release, so he sits up and wraps his arms around Taichi tightly, sinking him into him as deep as he can. Finally giving in to the urge he had since earlier, he takes hold of the swaying tail and tugs.
Taichi comes again with a high-pitched wail, his walls spasming and contracting, and Omi follows suit with a drawn-out groan.
Exhaustion takes hold of Omi soon after, his body needing time to replenish itself, unlike his incubus companion. He’s not sure how long he sleeps for (or if everything has been a dream all along), but the sun is still up when he rises.
And Taichi is sitting on the bed beside him, head tilted and tail swishing behind him, resembling a cat. He’s clothed again, but they still leave nothing to the imagination, and Omi’s mind drifts to their night.
“Omi-kun,” Taichi murmurs, snapping him out of his trance. He places his small hand over Omi’s heart, and Omi covers the hand with his own.
“Good morning,” Omi says, and silence follows.
He furrows his brows. How can he ask Taichi to stay? After such an amazing night, he really doesn’t want to let him go. Their compatibility is too great…
“I’ve never seen a human sleep before,” Taichi goes on, a smile on his face as he pets Omi’s chest. “You’re pretty.”
Feeling the tips of his ears heat up, Omi lets out a sheepish chuckle. Even after all they’ve done, he has it in him to be shy—but, in his defense, it’s not every day he gets called that; pretty is usually reserved for beings like Taichi.
And Taichi is that. Pretty.
Pretty for me…
“Uh, thanks.” He clears his throat, deciding to just go for it. “Do you have to… go back?”
They both look over the edge of the bed, at the summoning circle now scorched into Omi’s floorboards. That’ll be interesting to explain to the landlord later on.
“I, I don’t want to, but if you want me to go back…” Taichi casts a glance off to the side.
“I want you to stay,” Omi says, tone firm.
Taichi perks up at that, wings batting behind him, making a sound that resembles a cat’s purr. “Really?”
Omi hums and he reaches up to gently stroke Taichi’s cheek. “Mhm. We just need to find out how.”
If summoning just takes a few household items, maybe the ‘staying’ part will not be too difficult to accomplish.
Taichi’s mouth opens and closes, his eyebrows pointing downward as he thinks long and hard. It’s adorable, and Omi hopes he can save this view for as long as possible.