[ Reign felt almost chastised as he pouted lightly, if only because he was facing a real demon, one whose powers he had no knowledge of, or the extent of it all. It was frightening, but also rather thrilling. ]
Well, you didn't say I can't speak informally—mnh!
[ He let out a gasp at the feel of Mephisto's hands on his rear, acutely aware of those sharp nails raking through the materials of his pants. His cheeks flushed deeper, fingers digging deeper into the demon's thick hair. ]
Hm, maybe you should. What kind of game are you proposing, Mr. Pheles?
[ The word "Sir", or even "Master", was at the very tip of his tongue, but Reign managed to hold back. No point giving Mephisto that ego boost so early into their play. He grind down, hips shifting and gyrating, doing his best to further stimulate the other. ]
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Well, you didn't say I can't speak informally—mnh!
[ He let out a gasp at the feel of Mephisto's hands on his rear, acutely aware of those sharp nails raking through the materials of his pants. His cheeks flushed deeper, fingers digging deeper into the demon's thick hair. ]
Hm, maybe you should. What kind of game are you proposing, Mr. Pheles?
[ The word "Sir", or even "Master", was at the very tip of his tongue, but Reign managed to hold back. No point giving Mephisto that ego boost so early into their play. He grind down, hips shifting and gyrating, doing his best to further stimulate the other. ]