“Heh you're a little sailor mouth arn't you. Anyway first part is gonna be pulling my sock off, with your mouth...” He scrunched his toes up and uncurled them to taunt the poor guy. Nero gave Dante a look of pure bloodlust, at the same time his lips curled into his mouth as if he were protecting them from the anticipation of touching those drenched, dirty sock. “For the sake of Sparda! How god damn old are those things!? Have you ever heard of a washing machine.. Their disgusting!”
The red clad male just bellowed a laugh. “When you're fighting demons you don't always have time for a clothes change. Besides the smell of sweat and dirt after you're covered with the blood of the monsters you just killed, chicks dig that. Anyway after you do that you'll notice my foot, especially righty, is pretty filthy from all this bullshit your Order started. Since your part of the order you're gonna make up for it by cleaning my foot. Just pretend you're a cat and lick it all up, don't be afraid to get in my toes.” His white eyebrows narrowed and a sick grin drew across his face, already tingling from the thought of the lesser demon lapping at his toes for forgiveness like a groveling puppy.
“Any questions?”
Nero's brows arched in dismay, his lips uncurled to speak but before he could Dantes foot smothered his face from view. The foot glided all over his face until the demon felt the poor guy's nose trapped in the hole in the arch of his sock.
If Nero could cuss with facial expressions alone he would be right now, he tried to curse the elder but the louder he got the more the older male forced his heal into the boys mouth, muffling him. The teen's back arched as he tried to resist breathing, with Dante's heal in his mouth and his arch over his nose.. the kid would have to breath in the musky scent of the males foot. Who knows when the last time he showered was... his chest contorted painfully and as if sensing his frustration he twisted his foot some more, coating his soft, perfect skin with a thick layer of oily sweat. The male grunted and winced in pain until finally he could take it no longer and inhaled deep enough to fill his lungs. A muffled snarl escaped as rancid scent filled his body. The smell was so powerful he could taste salt in his mouth.
“There you go, now that you know what your up against you can take it off.” Dante said with a little chuckle, his chest rising more knowing that sweet, wet tongue of his would soon be stimulating his foot. He watched the other with anticipation as he slid his foot down the boys face, the rough damp sock and thick skin scraping against the halfbreed's pillowy skin. His toes gave an excited twitch before forcing their way into the teens mouth. Not wanting to wait too much longer his toes felt around inside the males mouth and pinched his tongue between them. Nero twisted his head, trying to pull away and snarled in frustration, trying to suppress the urge to vomit.
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