A/N: A story I wrote in October 2022 which will (probably?) see its way into my novel. It was definitely fun to write some smut with my boys.

Don't be fooled, though: Ivo is (mostly) a bottom. I just wanted to write him topping after some friends thought it would be hot to see. Can't disappoint your friends, right? lol.

Comments & feedback is appreciated. Flames will be used to roast my marshmallow pile and deleted because ain't nobody got time for that.

In Control

Cresil isn't sure how they got in this situation. They were teasing each other, like they always do, and then Ivo dragged him to one of Zefaiye's many spots where travelers rest.

His beloved got him one of the private rooms, away from the regular ones and soundproofed by magic. The receptionist snickered when Ivo requested it, and Cresil was beyond confused. It's just a private room. Ivo may want to discuss something with him where no one can hear them.

A firm hand on his wrist drags the monarch where Ivo wants him to go, and other patrons giggle at the larger man being strung along by the shorter male. Cresil wants to glare at them, but finds he's too curious about what Ivo possibly wants from him to do so.

Once the door is shut and locked, Ivo's forest greens stare into Cresil's own silver.

Oh.

The eyes Cresil cherishes so much are dark, almost black, desire flitting off Ivo's lanky frame. The demon wonders how the hell he missed that, but thoughts cease when Ivo pushes on his chest.

"Bed. Now."

"Eager, are we?" Cresil jests, but Ivo smirks. Oh. He won't be in control this time.

That thought excites the everlasting fuck out of Cresil.

Sitting on the plush throw on the bed, Cresil looks at Ivo underneath his fringe. "What now?" he questions, and Ivo grins, moving towards the royal.

"Clothes off."

"No 'please'?" Cresil remarks with humor, but Ivo gives him a sultry look.

"You'll be the one begging, not me."

The statement goes straight to Cresil's crotch. He bites his lip, cheeks going the faintest shade of pink, as he says, "I see."

"Clothes. Off," Ivo snarls, but the tone is seductive over enraged.

"Yes, yes." Deciding to appease his love, Cresil disrobes his shirt, hard, muscled abs being revealed. Ivo licks his lips as it's revealed to him, making Cresil give his own smirk. "Like the view?"

"Pants," Ivo breathes out.

"I'll say it again – eager," Cresil comments, stripping his pants and undergarments in a slow, captivating way. Once he's naked before his mate, Ivo pounces on him, lips immediately finding the sensitive spot on Cresil's neck and sucking. "Oh–oh Beherit," Cresil breathes out, cock hardening at the lewd action.

Ivo bites on the lobe of Cresil's ear once he finishes marking with a hefty bruise, laughing when Cresil shivers. "Not in control now, are you?"

"Q-Quiet," Cresil stutters, gasping when Ivo's tongue brushes against his pecs and stomach. The demon curses in his native tongue at the action, making Ivo look at him under his lashes and grin.

"Haven't heard you use your usual language in a while," the mortal thinks aloud, one hand dusting down Cresil's body to grab at his sizable length. Cresil groans as Ivo strokes root to crown, and the chestnut haired man lets out a pleased hum. "Like that, huh?"

"Ivo, please," Cresil moans as Ivo gives his girth pulls and strokes. "D-Don't tease."

"Why? You were teasing me when we were in public," Ivo says snidely. "You're lucky I didn't do this when you were making fun of me. Would've ruined your pride."

Cresil rolls his eyes at the comment. "I was hardly teasing you."

"Oh, now he's being cocky." Ivo slows his strokes of Cresil's erection, making him gasp. "Cocky boys don't get to cum."

"F-Fuck." Cresil's cheeks are truly red now as he looks down at Ivo. "What do I have to do to make you go faster?"

"Beg," Ivo answers, and Cresil grouses.

"Truly?"

"Do you want to release? Then do it."

Cresil's eyes turn crimson and glow in the faint light of the room. When Ivo notices it, he smirks, knowing he has his mate exactly where he wants him.

After a few moments of silence, Cresil dares to say, "Please… go faster, my beloved master?"

Ivo's cheeks turn pink, making Cresil give an internal chortle. His precious one is adorable.

"He asks so nicely," Ivo utters, smirk softening to a grin. Instead of his hand, the mortal's mouth descends on Cresil's girth, making him let out a breath.

"Beherit." Cresil fights for breath as Ivo hollows his cheeks, spit dripping down his lips as he gives the royal a blowjob that's fit for one. "G-Gods, Ivo–"

Ivo hums, sending vibrations throughout Cresil's body. His claws dig into the sheets, tearing holes in them, as Ivo sucks and licks along his length. His hips start bucking of their own accord, and Ivo takes it, letting Cresil fuck his mouth.

The demon is determined to not let himself orgasm from a blowjob, but Ivo is lessening his resolve the more he worships his erection. Giving a tug to brown tendrils of hair, Ivo looks up at Cresil, grinning at the latter.

"Too much?" Ivo purrs, and Cresil resists rolling his eyes.

"I don't want to cum from a blowjob," Cresil remarks, making Ivo laugh.

"Oh, you want more? You're a dirty boy," Ivo utters with a seductive grin. "You want me buried in your ass, don't you? Or maybe blindfold and gag you so you can't see or speak? Is that what you want?"

Cresil bites his lip, snarling as his eyes glow bright, brilliant red.

"I take that as a yes. Just a second, don't go anywhere."

Ivo moves off the bed, going towards the pack he always carries. Taking out lotion, a blindfold, and a spider gag, the mortal moves back towards Cresil, giving him a coy smile.

"What's the touch to stop?"

Cresil says nothing for a few seconds, trying to control his breathing. After it passes, he replies, "The bondmark."

"Good."

The royal didn't notice it, but Ivo has a pair of cuffs in his hands, and he starts by cuffing Cresil to the bed. Next, the blindfold goes over his eyes, and Ivo kisses his cheek before fitting him with the spider gag.

"Okay?" Ivo questions, and Cresil nods.

Having his sight taken away, being cuffed to the headboard, and not being able to speak makes Cresil's nerves vibrate. He's used to being in control, has to do with being king of demons, but having every ounce of it stripped away is something he'll only let Ivo do.

"Good," Ivo whispers, tracing Cresil's flesh with his fingers. Biting hard on the gag, Cresil tries to regain some ounce of control, but his resolve falters the more Ivo worships his body with his fingertips. They brush over the matching bondmark on Cresil's neck, and it makes him preen, arching his back as a growl slips free.

Words being taken from him, all Cresil can do is growl, snarl, and moan. Only Ivo can see him like this. No other. Cresil trusts Ivo with his heart, body, and everything in between. The bondmark resting on their necks proves their devotion to each other.

"Now who's eager?" Ivo asks. At Cresil's confused noise, the mortal grinds his thigh against Cresil's girth. "You're grinding against me, darling. Desperate, huh?"

Cresil snarls with no bite to it. Instead, his breath quickens as he feels Ivo grasp onto his neglected erection. The royal howls as Ivo massages his length with every bit of precision Cresil would expect from an expert marksman. Drool drips down his lips as Ivo worships his cock with his fingers, and soon Cresil finds himself on the edge of orgasm.

He rubs his leg against Ivo. Ivo stops what he's doing, and Cresil can hear the grin in his voice as he questions, "Don't wanna cum from a blowjob or handjob, huh?"

Cresil rolls his eyes underneath the blindfold, thankful Ivo can't see them. His snarky mate would deny him even further if he could see Cresil's exasperation at the whole situation. Instead, Cresil nudges Ivo again, hearing clothes being disrobed and thrown to the floor.

A finger glides across Cresil's rim, making him growl and bite the gag. Ivo tsks above him and the monarch feels Ivo's free hand dusting and grazing across his muscles. "Gotta prepare you. You don't bottom often," Ivo explains, tone soft.

Cresil's heart fills with love at those words. Ivo is always so attentive to him, never wanting to do something to hurt his mate. Nodding his affirmation, Cresil pulls on the cuffs when the first, slicked finger breaches him.

"Shhh, my love. Just relax for me, yeah?" Ivo whispers, letting Cresil adjust to the first before sliding a second finger inside. Cresil snarls, body twitching as Ivo laps at the bondmark, knowing it's Ivo's way of getting his body to get used to the invasion.

After a few minutes, the twitching stops, and Cresil groans as Ivo slides in a third, pain being reduced to a simple odd feeling of having fingers inside him. Cresil knows Ivo understands as he takes his time, letting Cresil adjust to them before moving them in and out.

The weird feeling gets replaced by pleasure when the probing fingers find Cresil's sweet spot deep within, and he roars into the gag as he hears Ivo laugh. "Guess I found it," Ivo remarks, sounding pleased with himself.

The mortal brushes that spot over and over again, leaving Cresil a brutal mess of spit and screams. Ivo withdraws his fingers after a few moments, and Cresil feels him give a soft, gentle nip to the bondmark.

"Calm down, my king. It's alright."

Cresil didn't realize tears dripped down his cheeks and his breaths were harsh and ragged. Ivo continues to lick, nip, and give gentle suckles to the bondmark to soothe the demon. After a few minutes, Cresil's calm, and he lets out an appreciative noise.

"Better? Good," Ivo murmurs. Cresil feels the tip of his desire press against his rim as Ivo strokes the royal crest on his arm. "Okay?"

Cresil nods. Ivo pushes the first inch inside, making Cresil twitch a little. Ivo shushes him, waiting until the twitching stops to press inch by inch within Cresil's walls, ensuring Cresil is okay the entire time.

When Ivo is fully seated, Cresil's breathing is harsh, and Ivo once more leans down, lapping at the bondmark. "Shhh, darling. It's okay. It's just me."

The monarch wills himself to calm. This is the exact reason why he doesn't bottom often. His desire for control and the pure act of bottoming makes Cresil vulnerable in a way he isn't used to. Before Ivo, he's never let go of controlling every act of the situation – from his partner's orgasm to his own. Yet ever since Cresil and Ivo became one in every sense of the way, Cresil's beginning to learn to release control and express his vulnerability.

Kings aren't meant to be vulnerable. One act of it could destroy everything they've built to accomplish. After the harsh childhood the king of Beherit endured, Cresil swore he'd never be vulnerable. He would not let someone destroy everything Deamiel built in a weak act.

However, when Cresil realized he imprinted on a human child, everything was thrown on its axis. Everything was about protecting Ivo. The royal ensured no one knew of what transpired that summer night in Mahorela. No demon was any wiser of what happened, and that's exactly how Cresil wanted it.

Demons would kill Ivo in seconds if they knew about his connection to their king. And thus was the exact reason Cresil made sure not a soul on Beherit or Merron Nien had a clue. It was his well kept secret until Cresil and Ivo met again.

"Darling, come back to me, yeah?"

Not realizing he was lost in memories, Cresil registers soft laps to the bondmark and fingertips grazing across his pecs. He lets out a soft hum, and Ivo sounds pleased as he praises, "Glad you're back, my king. Are you okay to keep going?"

Feeling the girth in his ass, Cresil twitches for a second, and Ivo strokes his skin until it stops. Giving a nod, Ivo starts at a slow, soft pace, making Cresil sweat and gasp and snarl as Ivo masters his body like Angel's Grace. Cresil smacks his head against the headboard as Ivo grips his weeping erection, pumping it in time with his thrusts, and the demon isn't sure how long he'll last.

"Cum for me, baby," Ivo whispers, a harsh demand in his voice, and so Cresil does, body spasming at the force of his orgasm. Cresil isn't sure when Ivo started a more brutal pace, but he slams into the royal's body until he too comes undone, painting Cresil's walls with streams of white.

Ivo is quick to remove the blindfold, spider gag, and cuffs, kissing Cresil with force once his lips are free. Cresil moans, returning the kiss with every bit of passion Ivo's putting into it, and when his mate pulls away, a soft smile curls his lips.

"You with me?" Ivo asks.

"Mmhmm," Cresil hums, wrapping his arms around Ivo and pulling him down. He nuzzles the bondmark on Ivo's neck, a feeling of contentment wrapping around Cresil. Ivo lets out a pleased noise, cuddling close to the one who means more to him than anyone else, and a bark makes the lovers jump in surprise.

Ivo looks over, seeing Accalia look at them with a knowing look in her yellow eyes. A dark flush colors his cheeks as he utters, "Uh. You weren't there the whole time, were you?"

The familiar shakes her head, inclining it towards the door. Cresil gets the hint as he murmurs, "Ah. You were making sure no one came in."

Another bark. Ivo laughs. "Thanks, Accalia. I did book another room next to this one if you wanted to change forms and go rest for a while."

I think I'll do that, Accalia tells Ivo, and the wolf familiar disappears in a 'poof'.

A chirp echoes ahead of them, and Cresil looks up, rolling his eyes. "Did you enjoy the show, Moros?"

"Oh gods, one of them was here," Ivo gripes, hiding his face in Cresil's chest.

You're gonna make him think I was here?, Moros questions his king, and Cresil snickers.

More fun that way, Cresil replies, and Moros lets out an indignant noise.

Suit yourself.

Cresil's familiar flies over to a bookshelf, plopping himself there and promptly falling asleep. Ivo looks mortified at the thought of someone having seen all that, but Cresil gives an internal laugh, holding his beloved and stroking his hair.

Apparently he's not done teasing his little love yet.

Fin.