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Did Acri mention that having another man completely writhing underneath him was hot? Cause if not, it totally was. The demon took a slight moment to thank every deity he could think of - not that he quite believed in them - for the sheer fact that his night had ended up like this. He’d be even more damned if he mentioned it, but he’d hit a rather dry spell as of late... Hell, your own fingers could only do so much.
Hmm, perhaps he should have trimmed his nails before he started this adventure....
Gasps of pleasure brought the older man to his senses. A hand was slowly ghosting up on him, pushing the shirt somewhat away. A sneer formed on the demon’s lips, eager to tease.
“Greedy kid, aren’t you?”
Not that Acri wasn’t happy to oblige -- he slowly started a scissoring motion inside the other with his fingers. Normally, he wouldn’t be opposed to causing pain, but now was not the time and Eiri was not the man. Being the gentledemon he was, he was sure to have his partner good and prepared.
A long hand flicked along the other’s shaft. Oh, that was a nice reaction.














