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Melchom was considering what it meant, trying to chase the fumbling thoughts in the flickering mirrors. That was why he didn’t notice the human walking up to him, the nimble fingers tracing the skin above his hip bones.

“Will you tell me about your ink?”

“Another day,” he replied distractedly.

“Okay.” Dove nodded. “So what do we do? Have you done this with people my size before? Were they as intimidated? Because I don’t think I’ve ever been much of a size queen, so… Any ideas?”

Melchom vibrated with the need to shut him up, push his body against his until he struggled to breathe and that fear ricocheted off him.

He held still instead.

“Size won’t be a problem.”

“How do you know?”

It was so distracting, the way Dove’s heart picked up speed, the beat stronger and louder.

Melchom curled his fingers around his wrists. It took everything in him not to give in to the instincts to throw him against the bed and have his way with him.

“Remember what I said, about being able to rearrange your entire body?” That delicious fear made an appearance before his Dove nodded and exhaled a big puff of air. “Let’s just say it’s a very useful trick for this.”

A grunt escaped the human, his head slumping forward as he rested against Melchom’s abdomen. “That shouldn’t be a turn-on.”

“You’re the one who mentioned fear play, remember?”

“That’s fair.”

What wasn’t fair was the way Dove was blushing red when he looked up again.

Melchom couldn’t play it any slower, wait for more signs that the human wanted this. Without a word, Melchom lifted him, wrapping his legs around his waist before he was tilting his head, molding him to the perfect position to taste his mouth.

The human’s arms wrapped around his neck, using way too much strength.

Melchom hadn’t even touched him yet.

“Having second thoughts?”

He knew Dove wasn’t. His human was overwhelmed, lost in all the choices he thought available to him. He wasn’t quite believing this was actually happening or that he was allowing it to happen. Melchom supposed it was rather endearing, seeing as he went back and forth between everything he wanted to do—debating what positions might be best and worrying about his gag reflex coming back if he tried to fit Melchom’s cock into his mouth.

“No.” Dove licked his lips, eyes half lidded. Melchom’s senses tingled. “I want this.”

“What do you want exactly?”

Finding it in his head would take work, but it became easy when Melchom’s questions led Dove’s trails of thoughts. It became a simple matter of finding the mirror that flickered with the information and following it.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t wait for his answers, to see what Dove dared to voice out loud. The skittish human had been surprising him since he’d arrived with the words he managed to get out, the tones he imbued, and the attitude he found the courage to fake.

“I want you to take me.” Dove swallowed. “Wreck me so I can’t sit for days or think about anything else.” Images flashed in the nebulous sky Dove’s brain portrayed—Melchom taking him from behind, coming inside of him, spurts leaking out of his hole… and Dove’s tears as he failed to fit all of Melchom’s in his mouth.

The demon groaned.

A new image formed. His human was wearing his new lingerie set, except for the robe which he clutched in his hands, over his head. Dove lay on his back, exposed and feeling no shame about the precum pooling around his stomach and drenching the lace in the set. He wanted to touch himself, but he held still for Melchom, waited until Melchom pulled apart the fabric covering his hole and breached him open. Fear spiked in his human, but Dove didn’t recoil. He chased it. Starved for it.

“Take off your robe,” Melchom groaned out the command, “and present yourself to me.”

Dove’s eyes dilated, pupils blown, before he hopped down and scrambled to obey. It was impossible to make sense of anything in his head now with everything rushing too fast and jumbled together, so Melchom cut the connection. His human was giving him enough cues to where he’d have no trouble reading him.

There wasn’t a moment of hesitation before Dove jumped on the bed, robe discarded as he settled on his knees and bent over, hands pulling his ass cheeks apart.