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"This will end badly." Beelzebub murmurs. He doesn't move from his spot though, his forehead resting against Adamas' as the two lay among silk sheets. Doesn't make any moves to rise from the bed, or to untangle himself from the other god's arms. Beelzebub closes his eyes and sees the faces of his friends behind his eyelids. Lucifer. Samuel. Azreal. Lilith. He hisses as the left side of his chest warms.
Their memories are each a reminder that his love kills, and that Adamas wouldn't be any different if he lets his self control falter. He's putting his closest friend in danger already, holding him close like this. This little affair of theirs will end in disaster. Beelzebub knows it. And yet, he can't make himself flee. Part of him craves the closeness, even if it’s from a mostly metal body. He feels the bed shift as Adamas changes positions.
Adamas breathes out a laugh against Beelzebub’s brow. The breath is followed by a pair of lips. Instead of pulling away, he only pulls Beelzebub closer. Beelzebub sighs and melts into the touch. The warmth of another body so close to his own touch starved one is intoxicating, and Beelzebub knows that he can become addicted to it. For a moment, he pushes his curse to the back of his mind and lets himself get lost in the God of Conquest's touch. Adamas leans close to his ear.
"Bet I can prove you wrong." he whispers.