Letting out a faint laugh, Kaden shook his head very faintly and cocked an eyebrow. “Actually that might be true.” he smiled in return. Looking from Deiru’s lips to his eyes, Kaden tilted his head to the side ever so slightly and let out a breath that caressed the other males lips.
“Well, you sure know how to pick them.” Kaden’s hand went back down to his slim stomach, his palm just resting there, doing nothing more. While doing that, Kaden then whispered one last thing. “Who knows, maybe I’m into idiotic psycho’s like you.” The demon teased.
Without another word, Kaden then decided to move forward just a bit more in order for his lips to brush against Deiru’s. Instead of kissing him he allowed the contact to just briskly meet up, teasing himself with the other demons tantalizing lips, remembering the sensation of them against his own, how his pierced tongue felt sliding against his his. Kaden released a uneasy breath yet again against Deiru’s mouth. It was torment to even think about 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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