[Just like he's always done... Chikusa's eyes flutter with every slow slide of those fingers against him, taking in every too deep or too slow breath against him. He knows this touch, although the fingers are different. This is the exactly the way he's always touched himself in the dark, pants down to his thighs and heat throbbing in his fingers. It's perfect, so perfect...]
[Perfect enough to make him wonder where the demon had learned it, this way he can touch him, and all that shimmers to the surface of active thought is that dream so many months ago. He'd touched himself there, on his bed, breathless under the intent gaze of another. Had he watched so much then that he'd learned from that alone...?]
[He nudges further at the demon, taking in his now too human scent. Even more talking... Truly the demon never shuts up.]
...I've never seen you naked...
[He's never even seen the demon's dick, not counting all of him and dream or otherwise, and yet he was the one who's been completely bared. It makes a man wonder.]
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[Perfect enough to make him wonder where the demon had learned it, this way he can touch him, and all that shimmers to the surface of active thought is that dream so many months ago. He'd touched himself there, on his bed, breathless under the intent gaze of another. Had he watched so much then that he'd learned from that alone...?]
[He nudges further at the demon, taking in his now too human scent. Even more talking... Truly the demon never shuts up.]
...I've never seen you naked...
[He's never even seen the demon's dick, not counting all of him and dream or otherwise, and yet he was the one who's been completely bared. It makes a man wonder.]