You couldn’t help but stare at Mammon as he fidgeted within his room. It was different seeing him like this – ears twitching and long tail flicking restlessly from side to side – though you weren’t put off by his animal countenance. On the contrary, you thought it was cute. When he changed into a predator, you weren’t scared, even as you watched him curse as he fought back the overwhelming urge to tear into you. As the second oldest, he was held tremendous power that you’d never even seen unleashed, and you knew that had to take a vast amount of control.
You felt safe around him, no matter what form he possessed. He would always still be Mammon.
His cheeks flush as you smirk, reaching out to touch the tip of his striped tail. He flinches, his tail jolting away as if it’d caught fire, and stammers, “H-hey, cut that out! Stop teasin’ me or I’ll eat ya up!”
The words are muttered defensively; he can’t meet your gaze, but that only makes your smile turn even more teasing. “Well, Mammon…” Taking a step closer, you reach up, this time trying to touch the edges of a tiger-like ear. “I don’t mind if it’s you…”
Your tone is a mix between flirtation and naivety in an attempt to let the words be taken as they will. Mammon doesn’t pull away from your hand this time, his ear flicking rapidly under the feather-light touch of your fingertips.
“Wh- what’re ya sayin’?! I wouldn’t really eat you,” he claims, as the latter of your inflections win.
You scoff. “I know you wouldn’t really.”
Finally, he meets your gaze, his cheeks still stained bright pink. “Still… I’m kinda glad you said that…”
The two of you maintain eye contact for a moment, and you realize that your usual teasing has you feeling suddenly nervous. Mammon is acting different than usual, and the jovial banter you usually share feels different – charged with an undercurrent that usually gets dismissed or interrupted.
“Argh…” Mammon swallows hard, and then abruptly grasps your wrist, tugging it away from his ear. Your smile fades, replaced by surprise. “I can’t control myself any longer.”
Your heart is pounding so rapidly that you feel light-headed. Mammon’s tail swishes back and forth, the tip of it brushing against the side of your leg. His name hitches in your throat, and all you can utter in surprised response is a weak, quizzical.
He gently tugs you closer by the wrist, holding your palm against his chest. “I won’t eat you… I just…” He swallows again, sucking in a deep breath. By now, he’s close, so close, and he tilts his head down until his forehead touches yours, still holding your gaze.
“I just… wanna kiss you.”
Never in a million years did you think Mammon would admit to that. You had always assumed that the tsundere would make you make the first move, and yet, here he is, telling you exactly what he wants instead of dancing around the bush like he always does.
There’s a question in his eyes, an uncertainty – but also something much, much more lurking in those baby blues.
Did the animal potion make him more apt to want to act on his urges, even if it’s something like a kiss? Or does he want to kiss you now to mark his territory after seeing Lucifer alone with you in his room? You don’t know – but you do know that Mammon really wants to kiss you, that he’s wanted to for some time, even if he’s always played it off.
Your voice comes out soft, but steady, “What’s stopping you?”
A second passes where Mammon doesn’t seem to think he heard you right, before he wraps his free arm around your waist and closes the last few inches between the two of you. His lips press against yours, soft and certain, molding perfectly to yours. He’s warm, his face radiating heat, and when he breaths a relieved sigh, you take the initiative into your own hands and slip your tongue past his lips.
He makes a sound in the back of his throat, one that has more growl to it than usual, and his tail whacks against the side of your leg. Abandoning his grip on your hand, he wraps both arms tightly around you, drawing you flush against his body, and you entwine both arms around his neck. The kiss is both heavenly and sinful as his tongue wrestles with yours, and you tilt your head, trying to deepen the kiss, to get as close as possible.
You can feel his heart pounding against your chest – or is your heart just beating that hard? You can’t tell at this point, and you don’t care; all of your focus is on the way Mammon’s mouth is moving against yours. One of his hands strays to your head, touching the nape of your neck, then sliding around to cup the side of your chest with a tenderness that makes your knees weak.
Mammon pulls back ever-so-slightly, half-lidded eyes fluttering open. He searches your gaze, both of you breathless. “Wow.”
“Yeah, wow,” you parrot.
Mammon flashes you a smirk, and his thumb grazes the edge of your jaw. “Let’s do that again. I want more.”
You grin, giving his ear a gentle pet. “You’re not the only one that’s feeling greedy.”