[ And Mephisto was right. With his sight obstructed, Reign's other senses were suddenly much more heightened, alert to every sound and scent, the movements Mephisto made when he moved, or the very air that brushed against his naked skin. But the only regret Reign had was not being able to see Mephisto, to watch the demon's reactions and expressions. Nonetheless, Reign would rely on other cues, from the way Mephisto's voice rise and fall, to the lust and desire underneath it all.
Another nod, another deep breath. ]
Yes, Sir. I'll not move my arms.
[ In fact, Reign will curl his fingers into the bed sheet, as if doing that would help anchor him down, stave away any temptation that may arose. Deep in his thoughts, he couldn't help but let out a soft gasp at the touch of Mephisto's finger tips on him. He opened his mouth, eager to pull those fingers in, but it was gone all too quickly, and then he felt the pain. Not much, just light scratches. Nonetheless, it had Reign gasping, arching his body up, asking for more as he felt Mephisto's lips kissing the marks.
Everything Mephisto did only served to leave a fiery trail in its wake, a slow burn meant to stoke the dying embers within him. Reign let out a low moan, humming whenever Mephisto's touch or kiss made him feel good. He stretched out a bit more, head tossed back and offering himself to the demon. Reign was sure that by the time Mephisto was done with him, he would be full of marks peppering him, aching everywhere for days to come. And that was something he looked forward to. ]
Mmmn... Yeah.
[ He moaned at a particular spot where Mephisto licked, close to where his nipple was, the pinkish nub now a hard pebble. ]
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Another nod, another deep breath. ]
Yes, Sir. I'll not move my arms.
[ In fact, Reign will curl his fingers into the bed sheet, as if doing that would help anchor him down, stave away any temptation that may arose. Deep in his thoughts, he couldn't help but let out a soft gasp at the touch of Mephisto's finger tips on him. He opened his mouth, eager to pull those fingers in, but it was gone all too quickly, and then he felt the pain. Not much, just light scratches. Nonetheless, it had Reign gasping, arching his body up, asking for more as he felt Mephisto's lips kissing the marks.
Everything Mephisto did only served to leave a fiery trail in its wake, a slow burn meant to stoke the dying embers within him. Reign let out a low moan, humming whenever Mephisto's touch or kiss made him feel good. He stretched out a bit more, head tossed back and offering himself to the demon. Reign was sure that by the time Mephisto was done with him, he would be full of marks peppering him, aching everywhere for days to come. And that was something he looked forward to. ]
Mmmn... Yeah.
[ He moaned at a particular spot where Mephisto licked, close to where his nipple was, the pinkish nub now a hard pebble. ]