ryan's hands reach up to gently cup mammon's face, giving him a deep kiss as he pushes him down against the mattress. several more kisses are given to his cheeks and his neck, soft and light. right when he's sure that he has his fiance distracted enough, though, his hands move from his upper arms down to his sides, before he strikes, right against his weak points!
There was nothing the demon could do to hide how hopeful he was that Ryan had something special planned. The kiss was heated and reddened his lips, those hands against his cheeks were purposeful, and the way he was firmly shoved onto the bed sent his blood rushing. He couldn't help but to want more, more, more.
More kisses, more heat, more Ryan.
The idea that he could grab his beloved and reverse the position had him tempted, but there was no time to act before those damned, cunning fingers made themselves known against his sensitive ribs.
"Ya dirty, stinkin' cheat!" Mammon tried to throw the schemer off, but already he had become the consistency of warmed jelly. All of his strength was sapped as he had no choice but to keep himself breathing between high, shrieking giggles and helpless pleas. "Ya tricked me! T—This ain't f—fair! I'm cryin' uncle, c'mon! M—Mercy! Please!"
He thrashed from side-to-side, hands clenched feebly at Ryan's shoulders. "I'll do anythin' ya want, ser—seriously!"
