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"Who said anything about liking you, Ranch Boy?" Ramiel teases with a playful grin. He joked, but he had taken quite the liking to the other since their first meeting. Meeting someone wo matched his weird, quirky, sometimes even dangerous energy was exciting.

"Oh?" Ramiel tilts his head back and let's Berk continue. He might even have let a tiny hum of pleasure slip as kisses and nips at his neck press on.

"Fuck," he exhales the expletive, biting his lip as he fights with himself. He wants to keep playing this game, but he's also struggling to keep his mind from fogging up. Berk was definitely making that so much harder.

He could practically feel the heat radiating off of Kagerou’s body. Arsene made note of the gaze the man gave him, that look of desire. A look the demon found her rather enjoyed.

 Arsene’s grin widened ever so slightly, leaning his body over Kagerou’s. “Oh really? I don’t think I would have pegged you as being this submissive…” His fingers hooked in the waistband of the other’s pants, pulling his body a bit closer. 

  “You shouldn’t have told me that. I’ll have no choice but to have my way with you every chance I get.”

"I shouldn't have, hm?" he purrs, letting Arsene do whatever he pleased. He had absolutely no desire to stop him.

"Do you think I'll make it easy for you every time...?" he chuckles lowly, letting himself be pulled ever closer. He tilts his head up, allowing his lips to brush Arsene's.

"What is it that keeps you coming back? Haunting the aisles of my shop several times a week..." he continues slowly, his own hands wandering down the demons chest and over his stomach.

"Oh I'm not saying I need permission necessarily, but if the offer's there who am I to deny it? Having something given so freely is even better," he purred, his fingers moving lower along Kagerou's chest as he exposed more of himself.

His eyes stay glued on Arsene, his skin feeling heated as fingers make trails along his pale skin. He usually wasn't this playful persay, but there was something about the demon that made him want to test the waters.

Perhaps it was the natural allure of simply being in the presence of one. Or... Maybe, being the solitary and stern person he was, he liked the feeling of becoming prey to something more powerful than himself.

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@strawberryxdreams

Chihiro had been on and off teasing him all day. Every brush of their hands, a nudge under the table... Lingering gazes topped off with one of those tiny smirks Chihiro did when he was feeling especially playful.

Going out with friends in a group setting wasn't all that uncommon for them, so it wasn't like Yuuto hadn't dealt with these very rare, flirty moods Chihiro had. He just wasn't used to having to control himself all day through it around other people...

So when he finally, finally got Chihiro alone it was absolutely delicious.

@welivetoserve

Sousuke instantly turns redder than Sylas's hair and covers his face. It's spreading it to his ears too and by that point his mind is too scrambled to speak for a moment. Him? In something that? In front of Sylas?! No way, never.

"A-Are you fucking crazy? Do you wanna die?!" he barks, storming off to the bedroom. Even though it was embarrassing, mortifying even, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of stupid face Sylas would make looking at him in something sexy... Something... Lewd?

No, no, what are you thinking?! Absolutely not!

@strawberryxdreams

"A special occasion, huh?" he smirks, watching Ava do his little spin. A pretty face and a perfect figure, Ava struck quite the image. Honestly he couldn't peel his eyes off the other in that dress and he couldn't stop thinking about what he was going to do to Ava in it later.

He glances between the finger running up his shirt and back up to Ava, a wry little chuckle rumbling in the base of his throat.

@strawberryxdreams

Amber hues gaze up at the other from his position settled between Gorou's legs. As the other's hand reaches down to stroke through his silvery hair, his ears bend back and flick at the touch of rough and calloused hands.

"You," he says in a low and husky voice, tongue flicking out to lick his lips because the feast before him was going to be absolutely divine. It was made obvious by the hungry look in his eyes, teeth clicking against the metal button that both adorned and fastened Gorou's pants, yet kept him from his meal entirely.