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[A notable bulge had already been pressing out against his pants, and Chikusa gasps softly as his arousal is freed from those tight confines, mostly hard and tip just faintly wet. As much as a part of him wants to look away, at least deny what sin he’s letting himself be tugged into… His eyes stay focused right down on the demon as his breath flows along his skin, sending tremors up his spine.]

Then… That’s all the more reason to stop you-

[Teeth, digging into his flesh, soft marks left behind, and Chikusa covers his mouth to muffle the way his voice strangles itself in his own throat. Again, he can feel his legs growing weak, twitching with every soft kiss and punishing nip.]

I hate how you do this…

[A muffled murmur that slips past his defenses.]