forum Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Started August 08, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Snow smiled and gently took Mets hand. Jason smiles at Met, holding him gently. I love him so much…

Met’s hand twitched in Snow’s slightly. He was afriad of what the Angel was planning on doing. He sat there and let his hand be held, though, and listened to Jason and Zackary’s thoughts instead.

Snow smiles faintly. "We have a deal, Met." He says gently before pulling his hand away. Jason kisses his forehead. "Gold. I believe it's your turn. Stop throwing daggers with your eyes, will you?" Snow huffs.

Zackary looked mildly amused with Gold’s grumpiness, who shrugged and trotted over.
“Right you are.” He stuck out his hand for Jason. “Gimme.”

Jason pecked Mets forehead before offering his hand. Snow was watching with curiousity. He rolls his eyes at Gold, but says nothing.

Gold flicked his hair out of his face. He gazed down at Jason thoughtfully.
“We have a deal, Jason.”

Jason nods and smiles faintly. At least now I have a little more of a chance of keeping Met safe and happy… He holds Met, kissing his forehead. Snow coos softly.

Gold took his hand back and glared over at Zackary. “You have a room for us, I suppose?’
“Sure do,” Zackary responded, cleaning up and remaking potions.

Met curled into Jason, squeezing his eyes shut. He was still scared, but Jason’s thoughts were helping him calm down.

Snow perks and squeals. "We're sharing a room, Gold?" He asks softly, his indigo eyes happy and excited. Jason only holds onto Met, rocking him back and forth gently.

Gold looked at Snow. “We can, if you’d like.”

Met relaxed slowly but steadily into his lover, his chest still heaving.

Snow nods excitedly, beaming at the other angel.

I've got you Met. I'm right here. He kisses Mets lips gently. There was a soft knock on the basement door. "Zackary? Love? Is everything okay?" Seth calls through the door.

Zackary gave a little trill of happiness. Seth had arrived with the snacks, hopefully. Zackary walked across the room and he opened the door a little.
“Yep, everything’s fine.” He smiled.

Seth was still in the doorway, snacks in hand. "Here we are, love. Neo and Jacob helped. How are Met and Jason?" He asks gently. He blinks before looking over Zackarys shoulder. "Oh my… Um… Do you need me to go get that room ready?"

Zackary glanced over his shoulder. “Yes. That’d be nice. And, tell the boys we said thank you.” He kissed Seth gently in thanks. “Met and Jason… they’re pulling through.”

Seth nods and smiles faintly at the kiss. He kisses Zackary before hurrying off. Jason still holds Met, whispering sweet nothings to him.

Zackary shut the door with a sigh. He would rather be making out with Seth than dealing with a pair of Angels.
“The room will be ready for you two soon.”

Met whimpered into Jason’s neck, squeezing his eyes shut.

Jason holds Met. I've got you Met. You're safe. You're safe. He looks up at Zackary. "Do you mind if I take him upstairs?" He asks gently.

Zackary sighed. “No, I don’t. Go ahead.” Take me with you. Please.

Jason offers a small smile to Zackary before kissing Mets forehead and gently picking him up bridal style. Met is my first priority.

Met curled up his legs into Jason too, not wanting to be too exposed. He squeezed his hands into fists on Jason’s shirt, his chest heaving.

Jason makes it to their room before gently setting Met on the bed, pulling him into his grasp and kissing him. It's gojng to be alright. I'm right here.

Met grabbed Jason’s face in his hands and kissed him back deeply. He relaxed slowly into it, half-closing his eyes.

Jason, slowly allows his hands to wander. They settle on Met's hips as he gently traces patterns on the skin, kissing Met, hoping to calm the other.

Met wrapped his arms around Jason. He wanted the latter to kiss and feel him. Met was already calm, since he was left with Jason, whose thoughts he could clearly hear. It was nice to feel his hands on his hips, though.

Jason pulls away in need of breath, hut smiles at Met. "I love you so much, baby." He mutters softly. He kisses Mets forehead, as his hands wander Met's body, almost as if in worship.