The ceiling of his bedroom. That was where his steely gaze locked onto. Well, insisting on lying on his back didn’t really leave much choice as to where else he could look without turning his head to either side. The steely gaze of Orias was also matched by an equally, if not more so, steely boner. Juniper’s cries of ever increasing ecstasy made sure of that.<br/><br/>As aroused as the elder demon was (and he was plenty aroused, having already cum once), he was also annoyed with their roommate turned ally. How in fuck’s name was he realistically expected to sleep when it sounded like someone was watching a porno flick nearby?! With the volume cranked to 11?! Already knowing what the angel looked like, Orias didn’t need to see her beautiful face and toned body under the present circumstances. Juniper’s debauched soundtrack was all he required. One’s imagination could accomplish so much.<br/><br/>It was more than obvious to Orias that Juniper was on the verge of climaxing again, judging by the crescendo and volume of her moans. And wouldn’t you know it? Zuureth’s mentor came, too, very nearly perfecting his timing with hers. Although this time, a paper towel was the receptacle for his spent demon seed. Unlike the first instance, he was well prepared in case it happened again. Perhaps now he could get some shut-eye, assuming the fallen angel was done playing with herself.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>Within the span of a few hours, Zuureth had experienced two different sexual positions with her. Not to be greedy, but he wondered what her angelic ass would look like with him behind her. He’d always been a weak-at-the-knees sucker for a smokin’ hot tush, and Juniper had that box clearly checked. After all, if he remembered correctly, a pair of hot booties were what got him into this mess in the first place. Small world that the blonde and the brunette from that fateful night were the first tattooed names to be erased from his body.<br/><br/>Sensing and feeling she was close to reaching nirvana, the demon frowned slightly as she seemed to freeze. From exhaustion? Was she cramping up? Zuureth wondered, though he wasn’t about to seek confirmation from her concerning either one. Also, he doubted an angel, even a fallen one, experienced cramps. Hoping to bring her home, he thrust upwards, and her screams of bliss triggered his own climax. Laying on his heaving chest, she burrowed her face into his neck quietly trying to manage her breathing.<br/><br/>"Well, I can't say it was anything like I imagined," she said with a shy chuckle, her face remaining where it was. Juniper appeared to be in no rush to remove herself from on top of him. Coincidentally, he was in no rush to have her removed. While their breathing was slowly returning to normal, she snuggled into him and breathed in deep. Zuureth felt his load partially ooze out of her, and he didn’t mind in the slightest. She muttered something, but whether it was in a language beyond his grasp, or she just couldn’t be arsed to use correct pronunciation, the demon didn’t care. He wouldn’t mind at all if they were to fall asleep like this.<br/><br/>Fat chance. She sat up just as another voice rang out. A male voice. Her wings were out, though Zuureth was unsure whether this was a good or bad omen. But they did manage to conceal their nudity. "Why the fuck are you here?!" she growled. Damn, he thought, did she sound pissed. He fought, and triumphed, over the urge to kiss her right then.<br/><br/>Immeasurably curious, the tattooed demon snuck a peek toward the voice. After taking in the pure white wings, the long, braided golden hair, and the dark green eyes, he solemnly thought, Well, that’s just fucking great.<i><u>He</u></i>don’t look like no fallen angel.<br/><br/>And then he decided to speak. Again. "To think you are here sinning while Venial and myself slave away to find a way to bring you home," accused the mystery angel. Turning his back to them, he annoyingly requested, "Please dress yourself, I need to speak with you."<br/><br/>Juniper slid off the demon, tossing a blanket over him, a blanket that he was grateful for. She quickly dressed herself, kicking her under garments on the floor aside. "Three in the morning you best have a good reason you pompous feather duster," she barked back at him. Zuureth watched in amusement as she snatched his ear like a mother would a child, then dragged him from his room.<br/><br/>Who knew how long the angel had been standing there? The manner in which Zuureth saw things, however, was that if he’d been there a while, at least he was decent enough to allow them to finish. Not to mention somewhat perverted enough to silently stand and watch.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>The fuck was going on in there?! She having a party, or something?! And who’s voice was that, cuz it surely wasn’t Zuureth’s?! Orias was undoubtedly agitated now, realizing that any chance of sleep would be delayed even further. It was then that his keen, demon ears did not deceive him. He heard one door open and shut, and soon thereafter, a second door open and then<i>slammed</i>shut.<br/><br/>"How dare you?!" Juniper roared from another location, which both demons conveniently heard, but nothing more.<br/><br/>Muthafucka! he thought, finally realizing that she’d been in Zuureth’s room all this time. Dressing as swiftly as he could, he decided that his pair of sweatpants would suffice. It was baggy enough to hide his still-receding erection. Predictably, Orias didn’t bother with a knock. Now in Zuureth’s bedroom, he quietly shut the door. Nothing more was heard from the angels.<br/><br/>A simple grin formed on the mentoring demon’s lips, and while it grew in intensity and envy, he complimented, “You fucking cheeky, lucky, fucking bastard.”<br/><br/>Returning his grin, Zuureth countered, “You said ‘fucking’ twice, and in the same sentence, I might add.” An attempt at stalling was clearly his strategy.<br/><br/>“I know that,” Orias snapped. “Scary part?” he asked, without waiting for a reply before continuing. “I can smell both of your, er, secretions.”<br/><br/>“Ooo, that<i><u>is</u></i>scary,” Zuureth agreed. “I’d just focus on hers.”<br/><br/>“So, how was she?” Orias unashamedly inquired, after a nod of agreement.<br/><br/>“C’mon, man. I don’t kiss and tell,” was his protégé’s reply.<br/><br/>Orias sniffed the air, lingering around Zuureth’s head and a bit lower. A devilish grin creased his face. “You don’t have to,” he stated.