[It takes a few moments for Mephisto to wind down, panting and savoring the feeling of Reign still squeezing around his cock. When he finally pulls out, it's slow and careful, giving Reign plenty of good feelings without overwhelming him too much. It's only then that Mephisto allows himself to look down over Reign and take in the sight. He looks so lewd like this... he almost wishes he could take a photo to remember it by.]

[He runs his soiled hand down from Reign's cock and draws it over the mess on his chest, as if admiring the way they compliment all those lovely bite and scratch marks on his torso.]

What a mess you've made... didn't you hear what I said? You were supposed to let me come first. But you came without permission at the same time. [He teases with his nails against Reign's stomach, not yet pushing them in, but the threat of doing so lingers.]

Turn over. On your hands and knees.