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Geno cursed softly as he looked at himself in the mirror in the changing room of the lingerie store.
He wanted to get something to surprise his mate, but no matter what he tried on it seemed… inadequate.
"Can you get your ass in gear before Reaper goes back home and thinks I kidnapped you." Error called from just outside the changing room.
Geno groaned, "Fuck off, you wouldn't understand it." He grumbled.
Error sighed, "Wait here." He said with a resigned tone.
Geno pouted, thinking Error ditched him to get snacks, reaching for another set he thought Reaper may like only for a hand holding a hanger to reach through the curtain, "Try this one on." Error grumbled, Geno taking the set from him, about to argue about the choice, only for Error to be faster, "If you try to pander to Reaper, nothing you try on will seem good. The bastard will like it most if you actually feel good and confident in what you wear, instead of trying to climb out of your skin because of the clothes.
Geno paused, "Fine, I will try it on." He grumbled, checking the fit, blushing at the sight of himself in the mirror.
Error scoffed outside, feeling and sounding smug, "Told ya, now get changed, pay and I'm dropping you back home."
Reaper hummed happily as he returned home, calling out cheerily, "Geno, love, I'm back home!" He looked around as he tugged his hood off, his scythe fading from his hand.
He hoped to spend some time with his precious mate, especially since it was the third anniversary of their first meeting, even if Geno may not remember. He wouldn't blame him, he was still in the Save screen at that time, it's hard following the passing of days out there.
"I'm in the bedroom!" Geno's voice called out and Reaper immediately started floating towards him, pausing the moment he opened the door, his face flushing a dark, almost black, blue.
The room was decorated with lit up candles, the curtains closed to keep the room darkened and cozy, but his eyes were glued to his mate. Geno was dressed in a cute, lacy, black babydoll lingerie, held in the middle with a bow, keeping it pretty open around the wound over his mate's chest. His plush thighs were encased in black sheer knee high stocking, held up by a navy garter belt, the flesh pooling teasingly over the stocking and a glance at his mate's waist proved he wore no panties under the babydoll lingerie. Trying to stop himself from jumping his mate, he forced his gaze back up to his face, pausing at his neck, encased in a navy silk choker with a small raven charm hanging on it.
"My, my, is this all for me~" Reaper asked with a purr, floating closer.
Geno flushed, his face bright red as he nodded, "Yes, who else would I welcome like that?" He asked in a mumbled tone.
Reaper chuckled as he reached his mate, standing on his feet to not hover over Geno, "I would hope no one, I don't like sharing~." He purred.
Geno huffed, letting out a soft breath as Reaper hugged him, kissing at his neck as his hands played with the lingerie, hands sliding over the soft flesh trapped in the stockings up to the garter belt tugging on it, "You are such a stunning sight, my dearest mate." He whispered, "You look so sexy in this."
Geno huffed, "You say the same when I wear an apron during cooking."
Reaper chuckled slightly,"What can I say, you just always look enticing, it just so happens right now you look exceptionally so." He said softly, sliding his hands under the babydoll, chill fingers causing goosebumps to rise in wake of Reaper’s teasing touch.
Geno moaned, his knees shaking under him, "Reaps~" he whined.
Reaper cooed, picking his mate up and carrying him over to the bed, spreading him out, "It seems almost a shame to have you take it off." He mumbled as he took one of Geno's legs into his hand, starting to press kisses to it, starting at the foot, slowly moving up until he reached the edge of the stocking, licking at the bulging flesh, one hand unhooking the stocking from the garter belt, kisses now moving down, following the stocking as it slid down the leg.
Geno was breathing heavier as Reaper loved on his body, feeling light-headed from the need, the god of death infuriatingly taking things slow and avoiding even looking at his cunt, at this point slick with magic.
Reaper didn't rush despite his mate's small whines, repeating the same with the other leg to then move with his kisses over Geno's belly, fingers unhooking the belt, licking at the small indent it left in his mate's flesh where it dug into the soft ecto.
With that one out of the way he moved his kisses up to Geno's neck, his teeth tugging on the choker, listening happily to Geno's moans, his one hand massaging Geno's thigh as his other moved to undo the choker so he could place kisses on the column of bone to then bite into it, marking his mate, purring as he heard and felt Geno cumming already.
He licked the bite, chuckling as Geno kicked out at him, "Will you finally fuck me, bastard?" He asked moodily, feeling unsatisfied after this empty orgasm.
Reaper grinned, "Yes, my love, I will." He purred, grabbing his mate's hips, his cloak fading like fog in the sun and without further wait, bottomed out in one hard thrust, stealing air from Geno's chest.
The god of death started a hard, fast pace that he knew they both loved, watching as Geno's breasts bobbed with his thrusts, barely held by the lace, Geno's hands clutching to the bedsheets as he moaned out his rising pleasure, tears filling his lone eye, the glitch over his other one fuzzy at the edges.
Reaper growled as he chased his pleasure, watching his mate's expression, his hands digging into his mate's hips, definitely leaving bruises that he can coo over later.
He leaned down, licking at Geno's gash, not stopping his thrusts when his mate came, squeezing around him, not until he saw Geno cry loudly from a second one, only then stilling to fill his mate up.
Geno was breathing heavier, trying to calm down, only to wrap his legs around Reaper who tried to move away, "Where do you think you are going?" He asked with a glare, that honestly lost its harsh edge when Geno was flushed and teary-eyed.
"To get the aftercare?" Reaper said, sounding uncertain, the statement coming out more like a question.
Geno scowled, "Not yet, I want to go on." He demanded, and before Reaper could argue his point their positions flipped and he was under Geno, his mate straddling him, "We don't stop till I'm done. Understood?"
"Yes, dear." Reaper whispered with hearts in his barely visible eyelights. He didn't know what brought up this mood in his dear mate, but he was not complaining.
And he will happily pleasure his mate until asked to stop.
This mood lasted for a few hours until the candles almost fully burnt out and so now he was sitting with Geno in his lap, cleaning his mate's body with a wet washcloth, careful to not get close to the gash, his precious mate dozing off.
"Thank you for this gift, my dearest." Reaper whispered.
Geno hummed, nuzzling Reaper’s chin, "Happy anniversary." He mumbled breathily as Reaper cleaned his sore cunt, his belly swollen with Reaper’s magic.
Reaper purred, "You remembered." He said amazed as he grabbed the special silk to clean Geno's gash, since the smooth material wouldn't hurt as much as a simple towel, carefully dabbing at the wound.
Geno chuffed, "I'm not the bird brain." He mumbled, his chest arching up into Reaper’s careful touch.
Reaper smiled softly, "Indeed, you are not, my dear mate." He whispered, continuing to clean and massage his mate's body even as he dozed off. Because while being able to love on his mate in bed was one gift, being able to care for him this way, was another gift in itself.