Who wants to be harassed

"Papi," The Overlord crooned after a beat, his tongue curled as if it were a saucy piece, savoring it on his taste buds. A self-anointed paragon of virtue, encroaching on a sinner’s grounds? What will daddy think? "tienes que pagar un chorro para ver este sho’." Was his seamless recovery, covering himself with the curtains of his wings. “Otherwise, what do you need?”

by all rights adam should have been more careful when he randomly decided to teleport down to hell to speak with lucifer, but the angel really wasn't the type to care. it wasn't as if adam were the type to think about his actions before doing them, after all. what he hadn't planned on was to quite literally appear in some sinner's room, with some sinner mid-wank session.

“...Really?” Intrigue glowed in his pink eyes like two bleeding suns in the dark expanse of space. “So,” On cue, Valentino kept his chastising light, measured how much his metaphorical blade could prod. The victim in question was an executioner after all.

He, however, would not bend a fucking knee and offer a gaping hole for heaven’s creation to piss in. No, he was no whore for hire; if the angel wanted that, he would need to earn it. “In your brilliance, you jus’ haphazardly landed in my suite?” Though no brows arched above his eyes, he arched a sophisticated muscle.