[There's still fear, deep and icy, enough to make Miyano's heart rocket against his ribs, breath coming shaky and ragged. He's scared, but it just keeps feeling good, the drag of that hot mouth over his skin, the sensation of those piercing eyes on every move he makes.
So by the time the demon burns away the bindings -- so easily, confirming that yes, he's incredibly dangerous and powerful and shouldn't be messed with -- Miya is shamefully aroused. He's not fully hard yet, but even the stirring interest is immediately visible, and he has to fight the urge to clutch the shredded robe around himself once his hands are free.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Miyano's eyes are drawn helplessly to the (really big) bulge at the front of the demon's skin-tight pants. Any doubt he might’ve had about what's happening is gone, and he wonders for a brief, stupid moment if he should try to run.
But he dismisses the thought as soon as it rises -- even if he could slip past the hooded figures (who still watch, breathless and rapt), Miya doesn't think the demon would actually let him go. It'd be stupid to try. He's just being smart, at this point, drawing in a shaky breath and slowly obeying, turning onto his hands and knees on the altar, shivering all over, the remnants of the robe slipping to cover him again.
(And also, maybe, deep down, there's the tiniest spark of curiosity, nurtured by the countless books he's read, wondering if getting claimed by a demon, fucked by one is actually as mind-bendingly pleasurable as the stories say.)]
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So by the time the demon burns away the bindings -- so easily, confirming that yes, he's incredibly dangerous and powerful and shouldn't be messed with -- Miya is shamefully aroused. He's not fully hard yet, but even the stirring interest is immediately visible, and he has to fight the urge to clutch the shredded robe around himself once his hands are free.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Miyano's eyes are drawn helplessly to the (really big) bulge at the front of the demon's skin-tight pants. Any doubt he might’ve had about what's happening is gone, and he wonders for a brief, stupid moment if he should try to run.
But he dismisses the thought as soon as it rises -- even if he could slip past the hooded figures (who still watch, breathless and rapt), Miya doesn't think the demon would actually let him go. It'd be stupid to try. He's just being smart, at this point, drawing in a shaky breath and slowly obeying, turning onto his hands and knees on the altar, shivering all over, the remnants of the robe slipping to cover him again.
(And also, maybe, deep down, there's the tiniest spark of curiosity, nurtured by the countless books he's read, wondering if getting claimed by a demon, fucked by one is actually as mind-bendingly pleasurable as the stories say.)]