His waist lurched upwards.
“Fuc—” Kon had to bite his lower lip to prevent a cuss from escaping.
The devil's mouth was back as if urged on by Kon's muffled sounds. He licked, slowly, but firmly.
Up and down. Down and up. Leaving slick trails, he would then pause and blow against them.
Kon moaned.
It was torture.
It was ecstasy.
Kon's hands left the sheets and found the devil's hair.
He clutched at it, pulling and stroking. Kon whimpered, as he pleaded for more.
His moans increased as the devil's pace increased.
Suddenly, the devil stopped. “Turn over, Kon.” He murmured.
Kon nodded, unable to form words right now. He didn't question the devil's orders as he hustled around for him.
He already had an inkling of what the devil planned to do. Though, he was not too certain about that.
“Don't use your toys on me, tonight.” He said before he knelt on the bed, with his back to the devil.
His bottom was exposed, and the devil quickly kissed each cheek.
