His head was hanging down, and he seemed entirely discouraged. As Elyon had said, his penis had now drooped as well.
This was… something.
Well, at this point, Damien figured he'd try what he could. If it didn't work out, he'd just keep telling Elyon he'd wait a month until he believed it.
"Ely."
At the sound of his name, Elyon flinched, but didn't look Damien's way.
"Ely, look over here."
Calling his name again, Elyon hesitantly lifted his head, glancing over.
"Ely… I mean, Elyon… your fluid is sweet and delicious ♡"
Trying to look as enticing as possible, Damien scooped up some of Elyon's fluid from his stomach with his fingers and licked it.
He continued to lick his fingers, making it look as though he were performing for him.
"..."
Elyon was silent—had he been put off?
But then, Damien realized Elyon was staring at him intently.
