Oh? You say you've earned the right to speak to me so informally? That's rather presumptuous, don't you think?

[Generally speaking, Mephisto was a patient man. But all this talking was doing nothing to satisfy the building pressure in his pants, still aroused from the feeling of Reign's teeth against his neck.]

[He smooths his hands along Reign's waist, reaching behind him to give his ass a squeeze as he finally allows himself to grind back against him.]

Perhaps I should teach you some manners... would you like to play a game? You seem like the sort of person who might enjoy something like this.