@denofmonstrumâ
  In moments like these, it really felt like nothing had changed between them. Jeremiah was still an impertinent, mischievous and devilishly handsome piece of shit that did whatever he wanted because he wanted to, and damn the consequences. And Daeus was still determined to throw the consequences at him anyway, despite them doing nothing to make the elder serpent stop. But the more it happened, the less he cared; the less he wanted it to stop.
  Some things never change, but some things do. Such a fact is reflected in this very moment, as the leviathanâs hand clutched around the back of his neck, and dragged him close before ensnaring Asmoâs mouth with his own. And he doesnât immediately try to pull away.
  Instead, claws find purchase in Jeremiahâs shoulders, unapologetically sinking them through cloth and flesh as penance for this -- yet another consequence that will have no effect, and at this point Asmodaeus didnât give a damn.
  Even as the self-conscious part of him insisted he didnât want this, that he had no interest in men -- and certainly not this one! -- and the only reason he wasnât fighting back was because it had proved fruitless before... at some point, the draga realized he had to stop lying to himself just to save face. Jere was brutally honest and open about his feelings and desires, and his shameless way of pursuing them, and in some strange way, Daeus admired that, even as their target. So why couldnât he be?
  Growling into the otherâs mouth, he bit down on Jeremiahâs lower lip, quick to draw blood with his pointed fangs, and quicker still to lick it up with a swipe of a forked tongue.
    âMmnf... itâs never too late tâstart...â
