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The locking of the door caused the boy to crane his neck towards it. Perhaps he was asking for more than he could chew? No, it was the uneasiness of his past creeping up on him at a most inopportune time. It was not time to show Dracul his own weakness. Celio's pride wouldn't allow it. The suddenness of Dracul's actions caused a light gasp escape from his lips.
His back pressed against the wall as Dracul's tongue made contact with his now exposed genitalia. A soft moan escaped his lips and his hands pressed back against the wall. Why was he acting like this? This felt so right to him. Confidence returned and he tilted his head slightly. It would be easy to say that Celio was surprised by Dracul's "interesting trick".
Slowly, those icy blue eyes closed and one hand made its way toward the back of Dracul's head. He rested it there. No, he was not quite a virgin to sex. He was not used to being able to do as he wished. This freedom, the feeling of rebellion drove him further. Gently, his hips moved towards Dracul's lips, thrusting ever so gently so as to not choke the demon. After all, it was awkward to choke a partner.
The demon's tongue, his warmth. It all felt so right. He felt the need now to have the incubus as his own. What would he gain from this partnership other than the sex? He had to figure that out.
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