Daemon stretched himself out before he turned on the taps to the sink. He waited for the water to get a little warm before splashing his face with water. He put his head under the tap too, letting his inky locks soak in the water and get rid of the sweat. He smiled happily and wrung his hair out before he walked back into the room. He noticed Vladimir was just standing there with the latex suit. He slipped on his boxer briefs before walking over to Vladimir, waving his hand in front of the man's face. "Vladimir? My knight? Are you okay?"

{Oh goddess xD That is very true. :3}

Vladimir blinked and smiled slightly at him as he put the suit away. "Yes, I'm alright. Sorry." he said softly. He closed the door to the wardrobe after putting the boots into it as well, then he looked at Daemon and he gently took a hold of Daemon's chin. "I remember your face...when I kissed the boot."

Daemon's cheek immediately flushed red and he covered his face with his hands. "I know.. It's.. that was.. OH goddess..." He wanted to just hide in the blankets. That was really awkward for him to remember.

Vladimir chuckled softly and he kissed Daemon's forehead. "Did you like it?" he asked softly.

Daemon nodded. "It felt weird to me.. Like.. You worshiped me.." He looked at Vladimir, cheeks stained bright red. "I mean, i know you weren't but I've been pictures of people kissing their gods' feet or boot or sandal or whatever they wear on their feet."

Vladimir pulled Daemon against him gently. "You don't want to be worshipped?" he teased.

Daemon wrapped his arm around Vladimir's neck and smiled just a bit. "It's a nice thing to feel my knight. But you.." he looked Vladimir up and down. "..should be worshiped with a body like yours." He teased back, two could play at this game.

"A body like mine? How would you describe my body, my dear songbird?" Vladimir asked with a purr.

Daemon smiled and ran his hands down Vladimir's chest. "mmh, well.. Perfect for one. Sexy. Enticing. Godlike. Beautiful." He smiled and pressed a kiss to Vladimir's clothed chest. "Too good to be true." He smiled up at the man.

Vladimir watched him. He couldn't help but purr from his words. "Your words warm me up inside, my songbird."