[Luciel’s hands are rougher than what he’s used to. He likes how strong they feel when they pull him in. It makes him feel reassured. He adheres to Luciel’s motions, a thrilling sensation coiling in the pit of his stomach.
He understands now. Daddy is a dom. His hips brush against the older god’s, wanting for more. His hands pull at the collar, begging him to take off his shirt. The feeling of being wanted to the point of kissing him with such intensity is practically a drug for an incubus and he deepens the kiss.]
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He understands now. Daddy is a dom. His hips brush against the older god’s, wanting for more. His hands pull at the collar, begging him to take off his shirt. The feeling of being wanted to the point of kissing him with such intensity is practically a drug for an incubus and he deepens the kiss.]