[ Booker doesn't have the sense in his head to keep it down or think about more folks discovering them in the wilds. Maybe when he stops feeling like this he'll consider feeling shameful for his behavior.
The tail trailing across his skin makes him jump. It's a strange sensation seeing the demon's two hands right in front of him and yet there's a touch somewhere else just as deft and controlled as a finger. If he wasn't going to Hell before... ]
Put your mouth to work. [ This state as addled his brain but he balks at the idea of fucking another man. A little more powder, a few more butterflies, and he might get there. Booker can't wrap his head around fucking a guy. Fucking a demon.
But he can do more than imagine a man's mouth on him. Those days in the wild west were wild in some ways. He goes to shove at the demon's shoulder but changes his mind and grabs a horn using that to push his head down. ]
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The tail trailing across his skin makes him jump. It's a strange sensation seeing the demon's two hands right in front of him and yet there's a touch somewhere else just as deft and controlled as a finger. If he wasn't going to Hell before... ]
Put your mouth to work. [ This state as addled his brain but he balks at the idea of fucking another man. A little more powder, a few more butterflies, and he might get there. Booker can't wrap his head around fucking a guy. Fucking a demon.
But he can do more than imagine a man's mouth on him. Those days in the wild west were wild in some ways. He goes to shove at the demon's shoulder but changes his mind and grabs a horn using that to push his head down. ]