[Chuuya can indeed tell when Mephisto is using his powers, and it’s a good thing he is, because Chuuya might just (try) to kick his ass if he broke that collar. It’s not like he can ever get another one just like it, and it does hold a significant meaning to him, though he’s not about to share what that meaning is.
There’s not an ounce of hesitation from him when Mephisto kisses him again, and Chuuya gives just as good as he gets, his tongue sliding along the edges of Mephisto’s prominent canines enticingly. They’re sharp enough to pierce the skin, and Chuuya can taste the familiar coppery flavor of blood between them.
Surely a demon wouldn’t mind, right? Especially when Chuuya is clawing at Mephisto’s clothes as if trying to tear them off. Maybe he’s not hard again yet, but that doesn’t mean he’s any less fiery than usual.]
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There’s not an ounce of hesitation from him when Mephisto kisses him again, and Chuuya gives just as good as he gets, his tongue sliding along the edges of Mephisto’s prominent canines enticingly. They’re sharp enough to pierce the skin, and Chuuya can taste the familiar coppery flavor of blood between them.
Surely a demon wouldn’t mind, right? Especially when Chuuya is clawing at Mephisto’s clothes as if trying to tear them off. Maybe he’s not hard again yet, but that doesn’t mean he’s any less fiery than usual.]