Summary: Diavolos surprises Kenna when they arrive in Lykos.
The fall has been so uncharacteristically windy and cold that Kenna finds her teeth almost chattering just in the short walk from the airship into the castle at Lykos. Diavolos is right behind her, nearly slamming the door closed against the frigid air once they’re inside.
“I knew we should’ve run off to somewhere warm when we had the chance,” he mutters, grinning when Kenna laughs.
She brushes a few flakes of snow off of Diavolos’ coat, and he watches her with an amused expression as she fumbles her cold fingers over the buttons until he can shrug it off. They greet Zenobia and Adder, visiting briefly, but Kenna is impatient to get up to their bedroom and curl up in front of the fireplace. She’s curious when one of the servants tells Diavolos something was delivered to their private quarters this afternoon, and he asks her to prepare it.
Diavolos just grins when Kenna asks him about it.
“You’ll see soon enough, my love,” he says, tugging her close to press his lips to hers as they head upstairs.
Nothing about the room is different, Kenna notices when they enter, taking a glance around. She jumps when Diavolos pulls her back against his chest, his hands cold through the fabric of her shirt. “Still cold?” he murmurs against her neck, nipping at her skin.
“Yes,” she sighs, tilting her head to the side.
She expects him to offer to warm her up as he tightens his arms around her, but instead he loosens his grip after a minute, taking her hand and tugging her off to one of the side rooms they rarely use. Kenna stops in the doorway.
“Is that a bathtub?”
“It would appear so,” Diavolos says with a smirk, pulling her in and shutting the door.
The tub has been filled, steam swirling in the air, and she catches the faint scent of lavender as she dips her fingers into the water.
“It’s huge,” Kenna says, tracing her hand along the smooth side of the tub.
“Mm,” Diavolos says in agreement, and she turns to find him shrugging out of his clothes and raises an eyebrow.
“I was under the impression this was for me,” Kenna says, unable to keep her eyes off of him as he’s bared to her.
“There’s a reason it’s that size, my love,” he chuckles, kicking out of his pants.
He steps closer to her, and Kenna can’t help but tug his head down, brushing her lips over his and gliding her fingers down his chest. Diavolos grunts quietly as her hand wanders lower, gently grabbing her wrist.
He pulls impatiently at her clothing until she’s naked, too, his eyes dark and glittering as he takes her in, his hands roving up and down her sides.
“Gods, I will never get tired of looking at you,” he says in a low voice, and Kenna smiles against his mouth as he kisses her deeply.
“I hope not,” she retorts, and Diavolos grins.
She loops her arms around his neck, pressing against him and kissing him impatiently, distracted from the bath behind them at the feel of his bare skin against hers.
“Tub, Kenna,” Diavolos reminds her, kissing her again before wrapping his hands around her waist and lifting her into the steaming water.
She sucks in a hissing breath as her skin momentarily burns and tingles from the heat, then slowly sinks into the water as she gets used to the temperature. Kenna hears Diavolos laugh at the noise of pleasure she makes as her eyes slowly close, the water splashing slightly as he joins her. He settles at the other end of the tub, watching as she makes her way over to him, his arms banding around her stomach as she leans against his chest.
“We need one of these in Stormholt,” Kenna murmurs, sinking down further and slowly smiling as Diavolos fidgets underneath her.
“With your open door policy?” he snorts. “We’d never be able to use it.”
They’re quiet as they relax together in the water, his hands drifting over her stomach, his lips brushing over her temple every so often. She tilts her head back when his fingers trail lower, seeking his lips with hers, and she moans quietly as he teases a hand between her legs. One of her arms wraps around his neck and she shifts her hips, sucking in a breath as he eases two fingers into her.
“Gods, you’re wet,” he groans against her ear.
“Mm,” she whimpers, rocking instinctively in time with his movements as he glides his fingers in and out of her.
“Diavolos,” she gasps as she feels a familiar ache spread through her belly, her fingers digging into his free arm, her lips pressing desperately against his.
Kenna can feel how much he wants her as she moves restlessly against him, slipping a hand behind them to run over his length. He grunts and bucks into her touch, kissing her messily, and Kenna groans as he massages his thumb over her clit.
“I want you,” she manages to say shakily, stilling his movements.
Diavolos pulls his hand away and she turns, settling on his lap. His pupils are dilated, his lips slightly parted in a hint of a smirk as she tilts her head down to kiss him again. Kenna sinks on to him, burying her hands in his hair as he thrusts up against her. The room is slightly chilled against her exposed skin, but she hardly notices as they move together, her head dropping to Diavolos’ shoulder. She sucks in ragged breaths as his hands wrap around her waist, lifting her up and down over him, the water splashing against the side of the tub. His muscles tense underneath her when she rolls her hips, one of his hands moving through the water between them and brushing over her sensitive skin.
“Come for me, my love,” he murmurs huskily, grinding her down on him, and all she can is moan his name, her muscles clenching around him as his touch and his words bring her over the edge.
He thrusts up into her again and again, his movements growing increasingly sloppy as she sucks and nips at his neck, until he lets out a guttural groan and spills inside her, his fingers digging into her hips. Kenna rests her forehead against his neck, his stubble tickling her skin, his chest rising and falling beneath her as he catches his breath. When she leans back, he kisses her languidly, running his hands across her lower back. There’s a distinctly satisfied smirk on his face as she shivers and nuzzles back against him.
Eventually she gets cold as the water cools around them, and they climb out. Kenna lets Diavolos dry her off, a smug grin playing over his lips as she watches him with hooded eyes and ragged breaths as his hands run over her skin. She laughs when he ignores the nightgown she has lying on the bed and lifts her on to the mattress, both of them completely naked as he climbs in beside her.
“It’s cold out,” she points out.
Diavolos wraps himself around her. “I always keep you warm,” he reminds her in a low voice.
She can’t argue with that.