[Considering that Miyano's sole favorite pastime is reading smutty books and manga -- including several that are specifically about hot demons ravishing helplessly bound guys -- it takes him an awfully long time to catch onto what's going on.
When the thick fingers slide into his mouth, over his tongue and press at the back of his throat, he honestly thinks the demon is trying to choke him, hurt him for the sake of his pain. Miyano's eyes well up as he gags on the digits, lips parted as wide as he can, fearful of the consequences for biting. He struggles for breath, chokes, saliva streaking his chin and throat, teary eyes rolling back before he's finally allowed to breathe again.
Sucking in shuddery, aching breaths, Miya almost doesn't hear the claim, only feeling the big hands back on his shuddering, bare body, smudging a couple of the symbols. He doesn't know what that means, except that the energy is different now, more focused, more centered on the dark shape moving to kneel between his spread legs.
It's then that it clicks, that Miyano realizes the demon isn't going to kill him -- at least not right away. He's going to enjoy his sacrifice first, right there in front of the hooded figures. The rush of fear at this realization is laced undeniably with a spark of pleasure at the sudden hot mouth pressed to Miyano's hip, the sharp nails dragging over his skin.
Shamefully, instead of trying to escape or even beg for mercy, Miya moans, lifting his hips instinctively towards the demon's mouth, whole body shivering in pleasure. It shouldn't, he knows it shouldn't, but it feels so good.]
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When the thick fingers slide into his mouth, over his tongue and press at the back of his throat, he honestly thinks the demon is trying to choke him, hurt him for the sake of his pain. Miyano's eyes well up as he gags on the digits, lips parted as wide as he can, fearful of the consequences for biting. He struggles for breath, chokes, saliva streaking his chin and throat, teary eyes rolling back before he's finally allowed to breathe again.
Sucking in shuddery, aching breaths, Miya almost doesn't hear the claim, only feeling the big hands back on his shuddering, bare body, smudging a couple of the symbols. He doesn't know what that means, except that the energy is different now, more focused, more centered on the dark shape moving to kneel between his spread legs.
It's then that it clicks, that Miyano realizes the demon isn't going to kill him -- at least not right away. He's going to enjoy his sacrifice first, right there in front of the hooded figures. The rush of fear at this realization is laced undeniably with a spark of pleasure at the sudden hot mouth pressed to Miyano's hip, the sharp nails dragging over his skin.
Shamefully, instead of trying to escape or even beg for mercy, Miya moans, lifting his hips instinctively towards the demon's mouth, whole body shivering in pleasure. It shouldn't, he knows it shouldn't, but it feels so good.]