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Kaden’s light red eyes moved down to look at Deiru’s tongue, his body as well as his gaze alone so relaxed, enjoying the very tantalizing treatment of the demons wet, warm tongue against his parted lips. Sliding his fingers towards Deriu’s hip, Kaden grasped it softly and smirked, knowing they were both playing a little ‘game’ in a sense, who would make the first move.
Despite wanting to kiss Deiru down against the table, Kaden decided to go with it. Attempting to use his teeth, the older demon let out a low, deep chuckle as he tried gently capturing Deiru’s tongue between his teeth.
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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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