Hizashi's revelation that he was physically aroused by Elly was disturbing him to no end. In the upcoming days they all worked on two things: building a case for the lawsuit and making certain she was healing properly. The healing part involved lots of what the demon called "snuggling", something Hizashi thought he loved but now also dreaded. All three of them would sit on the couch and watch a movie or read with Elly in the middle. That was nice, but then she would periodically sway over to one side or the other and whoever was the lucky one found themselves inevitably with a soft, snoring woman in their arms or lap.
This tested his willpower more every day. It wasn't as though he was adverse to holding her while she dozed, all warm and soft and sweet-smelling. It was the fact that he was getting a reaction to her closeness that he'd never experienced before that was the problem. She just felt so good curled up on him, her body fitting to his like they made to lock together as one - and the final nail in his coffin was when he realized this was true.
It wasn't better if the demon was cuddling her, either. Then Hizashi was treated to a show of the idiot pulling her up against his chest and stealing little kisses and pets, causing her to giggle and coo.
It was enough to drive a human man crazy. Unfortunately, Hizashi was a chaste angel and didn't have the knowledge or ability to release the strange, crushing weight in his loins. He was trapped with an almost endless erection that was not only embarrassing - and this absolutely astounded him -- but painful, as well. He imagined it was fitting punishment for him, though, as he was slowly falling into what he considered debauchery and ultimate disgrace.
The guilt was horrible, but oh, the need ...the <i>need</i>! He had to try to relieve that pressure.
And so here he was in the bathroom after excusing himself from their latest "cuddle session". Elly was asleep and he knew he had enough time to try ...something, he wasn't sure what. He took off his white slacks and underwear, stepping carefully out and folding them on the counter. Grabbing a robe in case he needed to cover up quickly, he slipped it on and sat on the toilet seat.
He knew his body had been getting sexually aroused but hadn't bothered to really look until now. Hizashi gulped nervously and placed a trembling hand on his member.
"Nghh!" He had to bite back a cry as he had gripped a sensitive area on instinct. Pulling back and concentrating, he rubbed until his chest felt like it was going to burst.
"You need to <i>breathe</i>, you know," a low voice snickered close by.
Hizashi spun around, sputtering and clutching his robe closed. The incubus had strolled casually through the wall by the door and was watching him curiously.
"Do you mind?!"
Shota raised an eyebrow at his lower section, barely covered and obviously tenting the fabric. "Let me guess. Not making much progress?"
"Get out!"
"Make me." He strode closer and boldly reached out, pulling the angel's hands apart before he could stop him. The robe fell free, exposing his sculpted abdomen and blond hair trail that led to a flushed and dripping member so hard it was poking his belly.
Hizashi's wings shot out, smacking into the medicine cabinet and knocking a few bottles off the counter. He used them to cover himself as he hissed in absolute fury. "<i>What are you</i> doing?!"
"Giving you some, ah ...tips?"
"Get out!" He stepped farther away until his back smacked into the tile in the shower stall. He waved frantically at the demon, trying to think of something - anything -- that would stop whatever was happening. In his panic he didn't even think of using any other powers.
"Look," Shota murmured. "You've got to learn how to jerk off if you're gonna accept your desire. I could honestly help you with a few," he chuckled wickedly, "pointers."
"Out! Out! <i>Ouuut</i>!" It was definitely hard not to scream, but he really didn't want to wake Elly.
"It's a natural thing," he patiently explained, ignoring the flustered angel. "You're too caught up in guilt to enjoy yourself. That'll stop you every time."
Hizashi was strangling on his embarrassment at this point and had lost the ability to speak. He pointed at the door and flailed his hand around.
"Okay, relax." Shota strolled out the door with a low chuckle. "Although I know that's your problem. You can't." He phased past the wall and walked back to the couch. "He's going to get a really big surprise one night if he doesn't learn by himself." He grinned and sat down. The weight bumping the cushions woke Elly, who hummed sleepily and reached out to him.
"Sho?"
"Right here, mistress." He lifted his arm and she cuddled into his side, yawning.
"Where's Zashi?"
"He's working on a hard problem at the moment." He even managed to keep a straight face while he said it.
"Oh."
"Go back to sleep."
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