“I tried.” Kaden let out a fake ‘sad’ sigh and went back to eating. Allowing silence to overwhelm the room, the demon ate his own food quietly, glancing at Deiru’s plate once he was done just as he had the taste piece of bacon between his lips.
As Deiru got up, Kaden gave him his plate in hopes that he might wash it for him, if not of course he’d do it himself. Still seated at the table, Kaden’s eyes roamed the room until they stopped on Deiru. Red eyes looked directly at the young demon’s ass, barely even blinking as his mind swarmed with thoughts. Biting his lip, Kaden clenched his jaw when Deiru leaned forward, that god forsaken piercing at the top of his ass nearly called out to him.
Slowly standing up, Kaden’s eyes stayed glued to Deiru’s ass in those jeans, his cock nearly twitching in his pants at the sight.
Getting up behind Deiru, Kaden pressed his body to the demon’s back and spoke. “Please tell me you aren’t doing this on purpose. You look so fucking sexy right now, fuck.” Kaden whispered honestly as his fingers rubbed along Deiru’s hips, brushing over his tattoo and trailing along the waistband of his jeans.
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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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