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Dante’s gaze was drawn to Nero’s pale blue eyes, which were brimming with tears.. Shimmering with wetness, color shifting from light to dark. Pupils widened…. the mixture of emotions in Nero’s eyes as he emptied the cup of ice cream on his belly was indescribable. Fear, anticipation, shame, innocence, panic… It was delicious. His muscles tense, shifting under the skin. Nero biting down on his plump lower lip. Breathing deeply, squirming because of the cold. The slender form, all smooth, unblemished skin, milky white and so soft, devoid of any chest hair. His nipples pebbled up as Dante stroked with his hand over them. Spreading the stickiness, feeling the melting cream between his fingers, slowly tracing down to Nero’s pants. A feast. A true feast. For all his senses. Feeling Nero squirm in his powerful grip. The realization that he wasn’t able to free himself. He truly depended on Dante and the resistance slowly crumbled to get replaced with acceptance. Anticipation. Sensing the malleability of youth hot beneath him made him even more aware of the possibilities Nero had gifted into his hands. Dante leaned down and licked with skilled movements over the sticky, sweet tasting skin, the salty sweat from the fight beforehand mingling beautifully with the cream and strawberry flavors. The air sucked in between teeth, the feel of slack muscles, as the tension left arms and jaw. Nero was beautiful when he gave in. Dante kissed and licked down over smooth skin, opening up the zipper of Nero’s pants and dragging them down with the fabric beneath. Nero, all wide black pupils, following every move of the devil-hunter. The gasping, the brief welling up of resistance, and then blissful moans, as Dante dragged his tongue over the hot erection, tasting even more of Nero. The devil-hunter’s gaze never leaving the young one’s face. Taking even more. Innocence and salty pre-cum that covered his skillful tongue, as Nero fell apart under him, moaning his name, leaving him brimming with the desire for more. He longed to relish, tear, take, and love. Everything all at once. Swallowing down the cream Nero gave him. The hitching breath, gasps for air and moans in his ears, Dante still tasted the sweetness of strawberry-ice cream underneath it, making it even more delicious.