Emperor's New Clothes

Snowman yelped at his gesture, his face flushing at how loud he was...and how good it felt. Since when did he like violent fucking?

Nobu smirked, kissing up his back, rewarding him. "I never knew you like this... What happened to you while I was away?" He teased, pulling his pants down.

"N...Nothing." Snowman admitted. "I kept to myself...and I never been with anyone since your death."

"Then everything's just become bottled up." He said, before doing it again on bare skin.

Snowman cried out, blushing all the more, as he shut his eyes tightly, biting his lip.

Nobu made him turn his face to him. "What a beautiful expression." He said, before kissing him, starting to undress himself.

Snowman kissed him back, panting softly, taking in the searing pain that throbbed his ass.

Nobu pressed himself inside agonizingly slowly, holding his hips. "Beg. Tell me what you want."

Snowman hissed in pleasure, his head tilting back. "N...Nobu...please...please give it to me." he begged, shivering in his arms. "I can't take it."

Nobu bit his shoulder, before plowing into him, giving him no warning. He groaned loudly, pushing in and out of his, rocking hard.

Snowman cried out, as he rocked hard and slow against him, his fingers tearing into the sheets. "Nobu!" he choked, as he lost himself in what the demon was doing to him, letting all of his urges go.

Nobu's eyes began to glow red again, feeling his lover tightening around him. He tilted his head back, his nails digging into his hips. "Fuck... I love you, Snow." He gasped, shivering over him.

His heart quickened as they moved faster...his hope increasing tenfold. He cried out as came harshly.

Nobu wrapped an arm around him, kissing his shoulder, pumping his aroysal back to life, whispering loving and perverted things by his ear. He spent most of the night with him like that, hardly letting him rest.

When Nobu finally stopped, Snowman curled up against him, nuzzling him as he slept peacefully.

Nobu combed his fingers through his lover's hair, watching him sleep. He kissed his cheek, treating him like he actually did love him... But both of them knew that that wasn't possible. He was a demon after all, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't feel it. He could only say what he knew Snowman wanted to hear.

- - -
A few months passed like this, and Nobu and Snowman got the band back together. Their first concert, the fans could tell something was different, but they liked it. So much so, that two women met Nobu back in his room after the show.

Snowman walked in the room, before walking back out....he didn't just see a couple of women pleasing him on the dressing room floor.

- - -

"You've been distant, Snow... Is something wrong?" He asked, laying in bed next to him a few days later in bed.

Snowman ignored him, staring at the wall, rubbing his eyes. He was exhausted, and it was eating at him slowly. He loved somone who didn't care about his feelings enough to at least sneak around about it.

He looked at him, tugging on his arm to try and pull him closer. "Hey... Answer me." He said, brushing his hair back from his face. "Talk to me."

"I'm tired." He said, rolling over.

"You seem to always be tired." He said, getting irritated. "Was it something I've done? I care about you, Snowman, so talk to me."

"Obviously not." Snowman snapped, glaring at him.

Nobu scowled at him. "What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"You love me soo much you want to let groupies go down on you in public bathrooms...you care about me so much, you finger mrn in bars." Snowman scoffed.