[As amazing as each touch feels -- and it does, it feels so good, the big hands roaming over his bare, shivering body, the tease of the demon's tail up and down his aching cock, the hot, slick tongue in his mouth -- the loss of all touch is that much more unbearable. Miyano actually reaches out, a shaky, fumbling gesture, turning and looking over his shoulder at the demon pleadingly, breath catching in a desperate, needy sound that's almost a sob.
Each millisecond that he isn't touching the demon, isn't being caressed and teased and kissed is horrible, and Miya barely needs the invitation to scramble around until he's facing the huge, shadowy figure. Even still, even as his entire body cries out to obey, there's a split second of hesitation at his first proper look at the demon he's been given to. He's huge, imposing and impassive, face shadowed and impossible to read. He could still very easily tear Miyano apart, could completely wreck him if he unleashed whatever simmering passion is visible in his gaze.
But Miya stopped caring about that the first time the demon touched him. So he just swallows hard, slowly moving closer, pausing for a moment on his hands and knees before reaching out both shaky hands. They seem smaller than ever as he slides them up the demon's muscled thighs, ghosts his fingertips across the huge, hard shape of the inhumanly large cock. It's so big. It should terrify him.
Instead it just makes his mouth water, breath coming short and shaky and needy as he carefully begins unfastening the demon's pants. Miya doesn't care that they're being watched, doesn't care that the remnants of the robe are sliding off his shoulders, doesn't care that anyone can see how turned on he is, how flushed and hard and eager. All he cares about is obeying, is getting his hands (or mouth) onto that cock as soon as he possibly can.]
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Each millisecond that he isn't touching the demon, isn't being caressed and teased and kissed is horrible, and Miya barely needs the invitation to scramble around until he's facing the huge, shadowy figure. Even still, even as his entire body cries out to obey, there's a split second of hesitation at his first proper look at the demon he's been given to. He's huge, imposing and impassive, face shadowed and impossible to read. He could still very easily tear Miyano apart, could completely wreck him if he unleashed whatever simmering passion is visible in his gaze.
But Miya stopped caring about that the first time the demon touched him. So he just swallows hard, slowly moving closer, pausing for a moment on his hands and knees before reaching out both shaky hands. They seem smaller than ever as he slides them up the demon's muscled thighs, ghosts his fingertips across the huge, hard shape of the inhumanly large cock. It's so big. It should terrify him.
Instead it just makes his mouth water, breath coming short and shaky and needy as he carefully begins unfastening the demon's pants. Miya doesn't care that they're being watched, doesn't care that the remnants of the robe are sliding off his shoulders, doesn't care that anyone can see how turned on he is, how flushed and hard and eager. All he cares about is obeying, is getting his hands (or mouth) onto that cock as soon as he possibly can.]