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Matty

M atty hadn’t realized he’d gotten used to having the house all to himself until suddenly it was full again.

In reality, Matty hadn’t even had an entire week on his own before Nightmare had appeared, but so much had changed since then that it felt like ages ago since he’d had housemates to contend with.

So it was an odd sort of relief to be wrapped in a fuzzy blanket on his own bed, cuddled up to his demon as Scream played on the TV Sascha had gotten for him.

Nightmare was half-reclined against the headboard, and Matty was lying on his side, resting his head on Nightmare’s stomach.

And they were alone. Finally.

Although, first they’d had to kick Chaos out of Matty’s bedroom—apparently he’d sneaked in and hidden under the bed.

Nightmare had found him immediately and tossed him out, despite his screeching protests.

(“But a nightmare demon mating is incredibly rare! You’re depriving me of novel entertainment! ”)

Nightmare hadn’t even tried to paralyze the mischievous demon, so maybe he was just as worn out from company as Matty was.

Things had been…tense between Nightmare and the other residents. Not terrible, but not exactly a light and fluffy reunion either.

“Is it really so rare?” Matty asked now, thinking back to what Chaos had said. “A nightmare demon bonding with a mate?”

“Mm,” Nightmare confirmed. “We are not ones for the touch of others.”

“But you like my touch?” Matty clarified.

“Yes, sweet,” Nightmare rasped, his voice a little rougher than usual.

It was a good thing Nightmare liked Matty’s touch, because Matty had been groping Nightmare pretty shamelessly for the last twenty minutes.

He’d meant to be on better behavior—there were so many people around, and Matty wasn’t really any good at staying quiet when he and Nightmare got intimate—but his cuddling position made it so easy to fondle.

And it was fun . Nightmare’s cock was kind of like an erotic stress ball, hardening or twitching depending on how Matty brushed or kneaded it.

And he got special pleasure in finding the spongy head and massaging it through Nightmare’s pants, listening to Nightmare’s breaths quicken above him.

It was hard to stick to just fondling though.

Now Matty worked on undoing the ties of Nightmare’s pants, plucking and rearranging the fabric until Nightmare’s cock was mostly freed. It was fully hard now, the black veins bulging. Maybe Matty really had been teasing him.

“Are you having fun, sweet?” Nightmare asked, amusement lacing his roughened tone.

“Yeah.” Matty craned his head up to catch a glimpse of Nightmare’s glowing white eyes. “Are you?”

“Mm.”

Matty wrapped a hand around the head of Nightmare’s cock, swirling his thumb over the tip and gathering the precum before sliding his fist down, the petals bunching under the head like they had for Nightmare. “Very cool,” Matty praised. “If I blow you, is this going to latch onto my face?”

Nightmare let out a huff of amusement. “No.”

Well, then.

Matty escaped his blanket cocoon and shuffled until he was lying fully between Nightmare’s spread legs, resting his weight on his forearms. He tugged at Nightmare’s pants again until Nightmare was freed all the way to the root.

Matty had never given a blow job before, and while with anyone else that might have made him self-conscious, this was his mate. His demon. Nightmare had never made Matty feel anything less than wonderful in bed, and Matty trusted him with all his firsts.

So Matty didn’t overthink it. He shoved his head right in there, rubbing his cheek against the soft skin of Nightmare’s groin, his nose brushing against Nightmare’s cock.

Nightmare smelled good here—smoky and intense.

Matty breathed in deeply for a while and then moved on, rubbing his lips and nose and cheeks against the whole solid length.

With the amount of precum Nightmare leaked, it didn’t take long for things to get pretty messy. Nightmare didn’t seem to mind though. His breathing only grew heavier and faster above Matty’s head.

Matty rose onto an elbow, grasping Nightmare’s cock in his hand. Nightmare grunted.

“Be good,” Matty crooned at the dick in his hand, staring at the fat, dark head, rubbing his thumb along the bunched petals underneath. “No Alien -esque face hugging, please.”

Another huff from above him. “I do not understand the reference. My cock doesn’t either.”

“That’s okay.”

They could rectify Nightmare’s horror movie ignorance later.

For now, Matty worked on fitting that fat head in his mouth.

It was surprisingly doable—there was a spongy give to it that Matty liked.

That must have been how it fit inside him in the first place.

Matty sucked experimentally. It tasted good too. Like a rich, smoky treat.

Matty tried to take it deeper and immediately coughed, gagging around the mouthful.

Nightmare’s hand settled in his hair, stroking lightly. “Careful, sweet.”

Matty popped off with a glower. “ You be careful,” he muttered before trying again.

He went slower and had more success this time fitting that rigid length deeper in his mouth.

It didn’t take him long to decide he liked sucking Nightmare’s dick.

Matty liked it a lot, in fact. He liked the noises Nightmare made—the huffs and grunts and harsh, inhaled breaths.

He liked that when his lips got sore from the stretch, he could take a break and rub his face along it—mouthing and tonguing along the black veins—and Nightmare seemed to enjoy that just as much.

He liked that Nightmare’s thighs and belly got all tense and hard, the muscles trembling as he took the pleasure Matty gave him.

Matty had to look a mess, his face all streaked with gray precum and his own saliva. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care, and his cock was heavy and full as he humped it against the mattress.

When Matty’s jaw grew weary, he went back to sucking on the head, tonguing hungrily at the fleshy, bunched petals, using both hands to massage and stroke the rest. Nightmare’s hands were roaming everywhere now—Matty’s hair, his cheeks, his chin—and he seemed to be fighting to keep his hips in place.

That was thoughtful of him. Matty didn’t think he was ready to have his face fucked.

Eventually there was a tug on Matty’s ear, either Nightmare’s fingers or his shadows, which had been swirling more and more frantically the longer Matty worked. “Do you wish to swallow, sweet?”

Matty moaned around his mouthful, grinding his hips harder into the mattress, his balls drawing tight. Yes, he wanted that. He needed that.

Nightmare hissed out an incomprehensible sound, and then a burst of something hot flooded Matty’s mouth.

He swallowed as best he could, choking and coughing as he only half succeeded at his task.

He shoved a hand down his pants and grasped his cock, shudders racking his body as his dick spurted before he could do anything but grab it.

Matty kept sucking and coughing and dribbling cum out of his mouth until Nightmare finally pried him off gently.

Matty smiled up at him, aware he had to look completely undone. “I came in my sweatpants,” he said dazedly.

Nightmare’s white eyes gleamed. “Show us.”

Matty scrambled onto his knees and pulled down his sweats enough to reveal his sticky, softening cock.

Nightmare let out a low rumble of approval. ”What a mess you’ve made, little human.” He sounded pretty pleased about that, and his eyes hadn’t lost their glow.

“I’ll go clean up. I think I might need actual water for this one.” Matty reached over Nightmare and grabbed a washcloth from the drawer of his bedside table, doing a quick, probably useless sweep of his face. Then he toddled on trembling legs to the hallway leading to the bathroom.

He heard frantic whispering and looked to the left to find Chaos’s yellow eyes peeking out from a crack in the guest bedroom’s doorway.

Then Matty felt the warmth of Nightmare at his back, and that open door shut quickly, though the sound of Chaos’s gleeful cackle was perfectly loud and clear.

Maybe Chaos had gotten his novel entertainment after all.

Sascha kicked Matty out of the house in the morning.

Well, not permanently, but still.

It had been the plan for Matty to be seen around town anyway, but also Matty had been looking forward to cuddling Nightmare in his own bed until he got his fill. Maybe he would have ventured out three or four days from now?

It was Kai who’d banged on Matty’s bedroom door with all his might, yelling that they needed to come down for waffles immediately.

And then Sascha had politely but firmly told Matty he needed to be seen out of the house as much as possible.

“I want to get the guys after you, but I don’t want it to go down here.

This is my home. My safe space. Is that—is that okay? ”

And of course it was okay. Matty didn’t want Dominico stepping into his safe haven either. But it had meant he’d kept his mouth shut about the intruder Nightmare had caught. The shadows had cleaned up all the evidence, anyway. No need to worry his friends.

And now he and Nightmare were outside in the bright sunlight, surrounded by tourists. Matty was staring at a flyer pinned on a billboard outside the town’s most popular diner. It was for the next dance night at the Lighthouse, Seacliff’s one and only gay bar.

“You think we could lure Dominico out with something like this?” Matty asked Nightmare.

Matty didn’t exactly want any innocent bystanders involved, but Dominico was wily—he wouldn’t do anything in public that could get him caught by authorities.

He would try to get Matty out. Get him alone.

And a confined bar at night would be easier to manage than out in the town during the day, with kids and families running around.

“Yes, sweet. We can manage.”

Matty swallowed. The flyer was for Friday. Five nights away.