Cresil watched as Aoki walked to the fridge. Daddy? He didn’t question it but instead just walked over to the table, already taking a bite into his food.
Eyeing Aoki when he walked back, Cresil smirked at his defiance of orders, rolling his eyes but keeping quiet. Pretty much the whole meal was silence due to how hungry they both seemed to be, but as he finished Cresil was relieved to feel his stomach settled and finally full.
Looking back at Aoki, Cresil smirked fairly before seeing the demon get up and walk to the sink. Washing dishes now? It felt like Aoki was his boyfriend, the thought made him shake his head and stand up, but not without noticing his ass.
It was difficult enough doing his daily rituals when horny, but having a hot demon that had a perfect ass nearby was just torture.
Standing up and placing his own plate in the sink, he purposely leaned over Aoki’s body from behind and brushed his hand along his ass cheek, loving the feel of it. “No problem. But you don’t need to clean these you know?” Cresil whispered in his ear. “But I appreciate do it.”
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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