[Safe to say no one in living memory's kissed him like this before, let alone wanted to have filthy, disgusting sex with him. He makes a noise of surprise that dissipates into something more animalistic, pushing up as far as he can go into Rhys.
When he starts nearing his climax, he settles hands from Rhys' ass to his hips, and brings him down harder and harder]
[If they were in any other position, Rhys would have a hand on his dick right now, but as they are, between the fear of losing his balance and the awkwardness of trying to jam his hand in between them, instinct has kept both hands clinging to Betelgeuse's shoulders, his neck, his hair, while he rides out the slow building ecstacy of the demon's cock against his prostate.
When Betelgeuse changes his grip, the angle changes infestisimally, and everything abruptly accelerates.]
Oh-- Fuck-- yes-- Just keep-- Feels like-- split me the fuck in half, dude--
[He carries on, babbling, desperate and filthy only half coherent. His own dick has been dripping for a while, red and wet with precum, rubbing damp streaks over BJ's stomach.]
[He gives a dark laugh but is too distracted by his own climaxing to pay much heed to the words, panting from the effort of physically lifting this little guy up for so long.
BJ settles down even with Rhys' dick still obviously hurting for release, grinning up at him]
Gimme a sec, I'll take care of that for you. Holy. Holy shit. You can come by anytime you want.
[He makes a little token groan of complaint when Betelgeuse curls up beside him, all smelly and terrible, but it's mostly for show. He doesn't actually pull away from any attempts to cuddle.]
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When he starts nearing his climax, he settles hands from Rhys' ass to his hips, and brings him down harder and harder]
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When Betelgeuse changes his grip, the angle changes infestisimally, and everything abruptly accelerates.]
Oh-- Fuck-- yes-- Just keep-- Feels like-- split me the fuck in half, dude--
[He carries on, babbling, desperate and filthy only half coherent. His own dick has been dripping for a while, red and wet with precum, rubbing damp streaks over BJ's stomach.]
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BJ settles down even with Rhys' dick still obviously hurting for release, grinning up at him]
Gimme a sec, I'll take care of that for you. Holy. Holy shit. You can come by anytime you want.
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It takes a moment to settle into the feeling of stillness. The break in the momentum even as his cock is still throbbing between them.]
Th--thanks?
[hard to form sentences right now.]
Yeah, it's been really-- it's been good-- sorry, this is killing me--
[Just going to get his hand in between them and onto his dick, because this is clearly an emergency.]
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[He reaches to hold Rhys steady by the hips, tired but helpful!!]
You know what gets you off better than me.
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And cursing when he remembers that he was trying not to ruin Betelgeuse's shirt.]
Fuck-- sorry, sorry, bad angle--
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Well, that ain't coming out.
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[Insists Rhys, immediately both sleepy and defensive.]
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Move. Ghosts don't do laundry. Now I'm stuck with your jizz on my suit forever.
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[He lifts himself up slowly, easing off the demon's now soft prick, before flopping bonelessly into the couch beside him.]
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[He doesn't remove the shirt, and starts curling up like a filthy, filthy raccoon creature in his nest next to Rhys]
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[He makes a little token groan of complaint when Betelgeuse curls up beside him, all smelly and terrible, but it's mostly for show. He doesn't actually pull away from any attempts to cuddle.]
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Love you, Rhysball.
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You're terrible.
[said with nothing but warmth.]
Thanks for having me over
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[He plants a kiss on Rhys' neck before settling down, stickiness and all]