[ How good it feels to freely fuck Matoba’s throat for a few blissful pumps is worth the man’s hissing irritation. The daemon cocks his head and smirks, eyes lidded, too enamored with the smear of pre-cum across Matoba’s cheek for his own good. It’s always fun to frustrate him, even better to get him riled up and bothered… a small laugh finally escapes the daemon’s crooked smile.
He doesn’t bother to answer the question—Matoba knows the answer, why bother—instead lurching forward to grab the exorcist-turned-cat by the nape and crash their mouths together in a heated kiss. He can taste himself on those lips, salty and thick, as he forces his tongue forward into the man’s mouth for a greedy sweep.
When he allows the kiss to break, it’s only to speak against Matoba’s lips. ]
Hey, Seiji. [ a tickle of warm breath and a voice gone husky, ] Happy birthday.
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He doesn’t bother to answer the question—Matoba knows the answer, why bother—instead lurching forward to grab the exorcist-turned-cat by the nape and crash their mouths together in a heated kiss. He can taste himself on those lips, salty and thick, as he forces his tongue forward into the man’s mouth for a greedy sweep.
When he allows the kiss to break, it’s only to speak against Matoba’s lips. ]
Hey, Seiji. [ a tickle of warm breath and a voice gone husky, ] Happy birthday.
[ Why the fuck are you a cat ]