#musescheckpoint

It was fairly rare for the demon to wait this long to collect. Rare cases when he felt uncomfortably collecting on a child, sure, he waited. Parents he figured he could eventually milk for more later down the line? Definitely a long term investment. Some punk kid who wanted to ride high once he was out of college usually burned out before he really had a chance to play the waiting game, but Samuel had seemed to be doing a fairly decent job at keeping it consistant. So, he’d let him go along with it for a bit longer. Observed, and waited for a good moment, which came to be that particular night.

He knew his face hadn’t changed, and waiting for him in his living room just seemed appropriate. “You know, I was actually looking forward to you explaining to your date why you have a stranger in your apartment. What, kiss on the front porch not enough to get ‘em inside?”

     Okay, so it had definitely been a bold move on his part, but he’d been trading looks with the other guy for most of the party, but evidently the others eyes had been wandering around plenty. Still, he’d had more than a couple to drink, and he honestly just needed a break from everything that was happening outside of these walls. So, yeah, his palm may have casually slid down to cup the other man through his jeans, head pressed again the others shoulder. Of course hearing that blunt denial had his hand withdrawing, before flashing a grin. “Fine, fine, it’s off. Couldn’t help myself there, mate. I mean, could’ve done this instead.” And then his other hand slid to rest on the curve of Parker’s ass.