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S IS FOR SSSSUCKER, YOU THOUGHT YOU CALLED A SUCCUBUS

[ALL THE COOL KIDS ARE DOING IT. All the girls in school are talking about it. Those are the only two reasons Leon needs to try something really, really stupid.

The hot new rumor in school these days is Demon Phone Tag, which is about as silly high school senior rumor as it sounds. You go through a long, creepy series of steps, involving setting up some items in a dark room and saying some weird ritual-sounding phrases, snap a photo of your setup once you've got the candle lit and the clock strikes midnight, text the photo to a certain out-of-service number, and . . . something will supposedly happen. Of course, no one in the school who'd tried it had gotten a text back or anything like that. But a few of the more suggestible ones had sworn something supernatural had happened: a face looking back at them in the reflection of their phone, the candle blowing out, a scratching sound, that kind of thing. All stuff totally explainable by natural causes, but enough to keep the whispers going.

Maybe Leon will get a cool story out of this. Right now, that's all he's hoping for. Some of the guys in school sure had been impressing the girls with their spoooooky stories, making them gasp and squeal; why not him? That could be him, having the ladies on the edges of their seats listening to him! He's got to give this a try, dammit! He'll bring a great story back to class tomorrow and look soooo brave and cool for facing down an evil spirit or whatever!

Here's the thing: everyone else had followed the written instructions to the letter. Of course. That's the point of rituals! But leave it to Leon to screw up at the very end because he wasn't paying attention: his phone camera had been set to selfie mode, so instead of snapping and sending a picture of the spoooooky demon ritual setup to the spooooooky out-of-service number from Hell, he'd sent a dumb-looking selfie instead, without noticing he did it.

It turns out the written instructions were wrong on that one point. By sheer dumb luck (unluck?), Leon will be the only one of his classmates to actually contact the demon realm tonight.

Your move, Hell.]

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[ Nothing happens for a hot minute or so. There's just the ambient noise of wherever Leon's set himself up and a gaping, anti-climatic nothing-happening - like most of his classmates have experienced.

The dark and quiet are both broken by the sudden cheerful blip and screen lighting that indicates that Leon's gotten a text. There's no name with it (if Leon even has caller ID set up on his phone) - in fact, the sender displays as "out of service" - but otherwise it appears to be a perfectly normal text. ]

Lol, nice. Sure, I'll make some time for that!

[ Ominous???? ]

[Whoa whoa! Whoa! Getting a text back at all is fucked up, but getting a text back like that? Nice? Potentially nice?? This has to be some hot lady demon, right? Who else would possibly be talking to him that way?]

lol thx

So r u that KIND of demon

[What if this isn't a demon for real . . . why is he even considering that it is? Well, but if it's not, then it's someone whose number has been associated with this game for weeks now, so they must be playing along, and maybe SHE'S hot?

It's only now that he checks and realizes he sent a selfie, and it's not a very good one, to his horror.]

HOLD UP I CAN DO BETTER BABE

[This time he sends himself throwing up the horns, with his tongue out. Aw yeah.]

[ The reply comes instantly this time, like, almost the moment leon's thumb lifts off the 'send' button; it's a longish reply too, so even odder for how immediate it is. That really only adds to the creepiness factor, right? Right. ]

that looks like a tongue you know how to have fun with, love the piercing :P :P :P and of course I'm exactly that KIND of demon. nobody wants an ugly sex demon, alright?

well I guess some people do, and we can accommodate, I guess, but it's always a little weird for me. you better be wanting something real hot, is what I'm saying.

it looks like you went to a lot of trouble for me here, I appreciate that. nothing worse than somebody who half-asses a summoning. like, way to show you don't respect my time at ALL. not you though. you'll like me when I'm appreciative.

[That IS pretty weird! He almost thinks it's an automated reply, but then it specifically calls out his piercing, which an automated reply couldn't possibly foresee . . .

It's probably fine! Right? Maybe that means this really is a demon after all? Which is terrifying, except she's hitting on him so probably that's badass and awesome and he's gonna get laid tonight???]

Hell yeah I wouldnt waste my time with anything less than a 10! Youre a 10 right? I mean dont I look like I deserve a 10? lol

I like you already babe

:p

I like you already, too. But I bet you didn't hit me up just to send me compliments.

[ the "..." icon shows, indicating that Leon should not yet be replying, there's more coming..! The silence hangs for a few seconds, long enough for Leon's phone screen to dim slightly from the lack of interaction, and then someone leans up against Leon's back, arms coming around to drag their hands down and back up Leon's thighs. Their breath and their lips are warm against the shell of Leon's ear, words purred into it-- ]

So, why don't you tell me what you want, and we can get to the fun part of the night.

[ ...not super feminine sounding! ]

[Nope! Not even a little! Leon practically jumps out of his skin, and it's not just because a demon just materialized out of nowhere in his room.

. . . Though it's not not that, to his credit. It's just more of a shock than a sultry female voice would have been! Leon whips around, eyes big as saucers, and stumbles away—right back against the edge of his own bed, which he tumbles onto. It's a very near thing that he doesn't kick over one of the still-burning candles. That would be a very different PSL.]

Wh, wh, what the hell, man?! Who're you?! How'd you get in here?!

[ Well, this male demon is at least not a big buff guy here to seduce people with his muscles--he's still toned, in a wiry way, but a little shorter than Leon. He looks a little bemused -- not so much at the shock, he expected that, he does that on purpose,
but 'who are you and how did you get in here' seems like a silly question ]

Uh, you basically invited me?

[ He holds up his phone - which he may not have been holding a second ago- screen facing out so Leon can see what is clearly the conversation he'd been having with his mystery texting partner. He lowers his hand a second later (the phone is gone now, but that's not the important part) and hooks his thumbs into his belt loops, hips canting just a little towards Leon ]

So... let's chat. Like I said, once we get this part out of the way we move onto the fun stuff.

[What, no, a thousand times no?! No moving onto any fun stuff?! Leon opens his mouth to say as much, but to his own surprise, the words don't come as easily as he expected. Instead he's trapped for a moment in watching that extra smooth move there. The phone appearing and disappearing gets his attention, which means his gaze follows all the way down to this guy's hips, which is not uninteresting?!

Fuck, no! It's definitely uninteresting! (But the way he pauses and looks is pretty obvious, too.)]

I—you didn't tell me you were a dude! There's gotta be . . . some kinda contract about that! It's gotta be the law that you tell me you're a dude before you flirt with me!

[ Well, that makes him laugh - it is, maybe surprisingly, not actually a mocking-sounding laugh, just. That was amusing, he's amused ]

Oh, yeah--we're real into following laws! Or, I guess, sometimes, but not before we've agreed on anything. You don't have a contract with me yet. Besides-- it doesn't bother me any that you're a dude, how'm I supposed to know it bothers you? You're the one who texted me, you know?

[ That's a lie, and he knows it, but Leon doesn't have to know it -- sure, he has a lot of skills in intuiting what a person may be into, it's kind of built into this demon thing, but it never does any good to tell someone that when they're freaking out. He steps closer to the bed, just a little, body language open and welcoming and surprisingly a minimally looming and confrontational as it can manage to be, given the situation. This is an appeal, not a threat. ]

And no do-overs. You send me away, you don't get to call anybody else up to get your wish granted. We're cooperative but not that cooperative.

I-I didn't even come up with a wish, dude . . .

[It's true. He'd done this to see if it worked. The wish part had come later, when they'd been texting, and he'd started wishing he could get laid tonight—but that doesn't count! It can't, right?! He hadn't known! And now he can't even send this guy back for a chick!

Now that he's being offered a wish he didn't even ask for, the thought of it slipping away is really annoying, dammit!

He watches the demon approach. The lack of threat confuses his brain, which feels like it should be threatened by this incoming sex demon (???) headed straight for him on his own bed, but the threat isn't there, so what feeling is left in its place? He can't figure it out yet. All he can do is watch.]

I just wanted to see if I could meet one o' you!

[ That makes him laugh again, and he sits down on Leon's bed with a small bounce, making himself comfortable there,
leaning back on his hands all casual. He grins over at Leon, easy and open and all buddy-buddy like ]

What, you just wanted to hang out? Well, congratulations I guess, you got to meet me--wish granted, ha!

[ Buuuuuuut. But. He shifts his weight, letting gravity do the work of tilting him a little more into Leon's space, lowering his voice like he is maybe letting Leon in on a secret here. Demon secrets, just between buddies. Yeah. ]

It's not exactly worth my time to come all the way out to the human realm for nothing though, you know? It's a lot of work, and I'll get some serious side eye if I come back with nothing to show. There's gotta be something you want... I promise you'll really, really like getting it. I'll make damn sure of that.

[Shit, his heart picks up its pace a little, and that's weird! Weird and embarrassing! Thank god no one's here to see his cheeks get pink, except this demon himself . . . Leon would love to think that this guy totally hitting on him means he's not entrapping him to humiliate him or anything like that, but it's a demon?! What if that's what they do?! What if tomorrow this demon uses his demon magic to put up signs all over the school that say LEON KUWATA HAD A SEXY THOUGHT ABOUT A BOY LAST NIGHT?

??????????

Because he is. He can't really help it when he's being flirted with this hard. Actually, this is the time first a guy has ever flirted with him, and he had never considered before how he might react. It just never came up in his head! And now he's at a loss as to why he isn't, whatever happens to straight guys when they get hit on by gay ones! Getting sick or something???]

Uh. Uhhhh, I'm, I'm toooootally flattered an' stuff, but I'm only into chicks. Definitely.

Huh, you sure? I mean--I'm not trying to mess with your self image here, but how do you know you don't like something if you never tried it, right? Besides--

[ He leans closer still, walking the fingers of one hand along the bedspread until he reaches Leon's leg, then busies himself drawing meaningless little patterns on the top of Leon's thigh, fingers skimming back and forth between his knee and a few inches above it. Clearly teasing, clearly pushing the boundary, but not being overly handsy. ]

This is kind of a special circumstance, don't you think? Sleeping with somebody like me--you're getting a reward, and I'm not even human...

Y, yeah . . . you ain't, huh? But do you look human, like, down there?

[Leon's not sure what he hopes the answer will be. He's not even sure why he's still having this conversation, and why he's not moving away from the touch on his leg. He doesn't move into it, either, but he's not stopping it.

This feels more and more like a dream, and there's some weird part of him telling himself that if it is one, it's fine if he takes advantage of it. It's just a sex dream! You can't control your sex dreams! Who cares if it's weird!]

[ That makes him laugh again, sputtering a little, cheeks pinking; do demons blush? This one does, apparently ]

Yeah--yeah I do. Ha... I ain't ever been asked that before, actually, huh! Mm, I mean, I could pppprobably figure out how to make it... not. Look human. But uh... I dunno, that'd probably be weird as hell for me too. Maybe don't ask for that, if you were gonna!

[ He places one hand on the bed to help support himself as he leans in, and that hand just happens to be eeeever-so-slightly behind Leon's back - this makes him pretty much basically just cuddled right up to Leon, between the arm behind him and the hand on his knee. There's just the barest bit of ~~plausible deniability~~ space between them; like before - its clear intent and clear pressing the boundary of straight-guy-no-touching, but they're still not over the line. He smiles at Leon--warm and welcoming and as charming as he can be without actually charming anyone; he wants Leon to cross it himself.

He knows he could be pushing more, here - especially against the threat of him being sent away with nothing - he wouldn't be the only incubus to ever insist, whether by force or dazzling someone until they're turned around, so turned on they no longer remember their own limits. But he tries to not - for one thing, he's a demon, not an asshole, and for another, it's somehow just that much sweeter and rewarding to have his targets agree, unaltered and uncompelled. He wonders if its the difference between demons raised in the pit and the ones like him, who have humanity to remember. ]

If you're still not sure here, we could brainstorm a little. You know-- most people are asking for things like... fame, money, uh... misery for somebody what done them wrong... etcetera...

I mean, I'm totally already famous and stuff, and I'm just gonna get more famous and even richer once I get a band going . . . I don't need demon stuff for that! I've already got that down!

[He does not have it nearly as "down" as he thinks he does. But hey, thinking about that is a good distraction from how close this demon is right now, and how that's kind of not bad, with the little blush on his face and the way he smells and how it's been a while since he had anyone on his bed.]

And I ain't about to bring a demon down on someone's head just for doubting me! That's way overkill! Soooo, uh . . . you got any other suggestions?

[He's blanking, and he wishes he weren't, because please god give him some other ideas that aren't sleeping with this dude. He's a dude! A demon dude, but a dude, with dudejunk!]

[ ...Okay sometimes he gets pushback on the rich and famous thing with 'that's not important to me', and he knows how to maneuver there-- he's not sure what to do with "nah, I got it covered"; desperate rich and famous people might honestly be more likely to try and bargain with hell for favors than the desperately poor - he thinks it probably has something to do with ego and not believing you could get screwed over - but they either know exactly what they want already or are of course interested in more riches and more fame.

He drums his fingers on Leon's knee, demonstrating "thinking" ]

Nothing at all you want, huh? Nothing that wouldn't just be awesome to wake up tomorrow and have, just like that?

I just wanted a cool story to tell chicks . . .

[On one hand, he can definitely never tell any chicks about it if he has sex with this demon. On the other hand, he'd be having sex, while he would not be guaranteed sex with the girls he was impressing with the story.

He watches the demon's hand, nervous but not moving away from the drumming. It's not like it's an erotic touch. But just the level of casual physical interaction here is definitely pushing some boundaries.]

Look, I'm not gay! It'd make me gay if I slept with you! Right?

I don't see why. Doing something because somebody asked you and for a reward is totally different from being gay.

[ he keeps up with changing social mores as much as he can, from culture to culture and decade to decade, because that definitely changes his approach now and then, but this guy doesn't seem like he needs a deep discussion so much as he needs a plausible lie to tell himself andj a distraction.

He closes his hand over Leon's knee and squeezes, slow. ]

Tell you what - since you can't think of anything you want right now, how about I just owe you a favor? I'll give you a cool looking mark as proof of a promise, somewhere you can show it off-- that'll definitely impress the girls, right?

. . . Uh, like a hickey?

[Yeah, at this point he's officially got sex on the brain. His mind literally can't come up with anything else the demon could have meant by that. And it's not exactly an unattractive prospect.

Wait! This is demon magic! Right?! He'd definitely never normally be considering sleeping with a guy! So it has to be, if not a dream, some demon thing, and then if he can't resist that's not even his fault, right? It's the forces of evil! He tried his best. He can't help himself!

His knee finally shifts over into the touch.]

[ He can't help but grin, wide and entertained, and shifts his hand up a little further on Leon's leg, fingers tracing up the inner seam of his jeans ]

Sure, that too, if you're into that! But I was thinking something a little less temporary. It would be a contract, after all. Give me your hand?

[ He holds out the hand not currently inching its way up Leon's thigh ]

Wait a sec, dude! I can't get a tattoo!

[Even for the punkass Leon whose establishment-fucking mostly involves fashion, a tattoo in such a visible place is going a little too far. He is still Japanese. "Less temporary" sounds way too tattooey!!

He'd begun holding his hand out, but he pulls it back with a look of horror before they make contact.]

[ He huffs and rolls his eyes, leaning forward to snag Leon by the wrist and tug his hand closer again ]

It ain't a tattoo--it'll disappear as soon as I fulfill my promise. I can put it somewhere else, if you want.

[ Honestly he's pretty bemused by this entire situation. He can't say it's one he's encountered before ]

You know--you're making this just really difficult. Usually it's like, hey, here I am to give you anything you could ask for in exchange for a fuck! It ain't usually a hard sell!

—Wait, I get the sex and a wish?

[He finally realizes that the part where they have sex isn't one of the wishes on the table here. Ohhhhh! Leon leans over into the demon when he's tugged, looking up at him with wide eyes. This changes everything!]

[ --He laughs, delighted by watching Leon have this revelation, moving both arms up to drape over Leon's shoulders--even though the angle for this is kind of bad, kind of side by side with Leon leaned over awkwardly. Whatever, he'll make it work, it'll only take a little shifting to make this right. He leans back, trying to pull Leon down over him ]

Tell me your name, pretty boy.

H-hey . . . don't call me that, man . . . I'm a dude! You don't call dudes pretty!

[He says this along with the simultaneous realization that "pretty" is the word he'd use for the demon now half-under his body. Long soft-looking blond hair, big blue eyes . . . it makes it even weirder (hotter?) in a way that he's plenty masculine, too. The kind of guy you'd call a pretty boy, but never girly. Leon's never thought much about the reality of guys like that, but here is he, forced to think about it pretty intimately.

His resolve is worn down to next to nothing by now, which is probably demon magic, for sure definitely demon magic and not anything like his own fault or his own sexuality being wobbly in any way. So he goes with the leaning, swaying into the demon's arms and lowering with him slowly onto the bed.]

Soooo, like . . . wh-what's your name?

[Does asking that make it more gay?!]

Whatever makes you happy, babe. You're just real nice to look at, either way.

[ he rrrrrooollss his hips, slow, working on that last bit of resolve there. He's so close and he can tell, and honestly that feeling makes him fairly needy as well. ]

Mmm... so I don't get to know yours even though I asked first? But fine--it was Johnny, you can call me that...

[ probably there is some kind of rule he's supposed to be keeping in mind, about his name, and not giving it,
especially not his real one... but whatever, it's hard to continue to care when he's teetering on the edge of getting what he wants, and he's also sure this guy wouldn't know how to use it against him, anyway ]

J-johnny? Seriously? That ain't a demon name . . .

[Leon's assuming he's lying, so in the end, it doesn't matter anyway. Someday he'll figure it out.

Right now he can barely figure out his own name, he's so distracted by the sensation of this guy—this Johnny—on top of him. It's deeply embarrassing how good it is. It's nothing he's ever fantasized about, probably because he'd have never let himself even if he started. But the immediate situation here isn't something he can just ignore, however hard he tries: there's a guy on top of him and it feels good enough that he's starting to get aroused.

He goes down flat on his back, throat working in a dry swallow.]

's Kuwata. Kuwata Leon . . . don't tell anyone my name, okay?

Heh, sure. You've got a reputation as a straight guy to protect, right? Wont tell a soul--whatever happens stays right here in this room, so just go ahead and let yourself want, and tell me all about it.

[ He rolls his hips again, the motion slow and teasing, but not particularly satisfying. His eyes are bright as he watches Leon's face--he loves this sort of thing. Like he's thought before, he's not enough of a jerk to want to force someone or thrall someone's senses into wanting this, but he loves watching someone essentially thrall themselves with the deniability they can tell themselves they have.

So maybe he's a little bit of a jerk.

He leans in even closer, tipping his head like he'd nuzzle Leon's cheek, kiss up his jaw -- his mouth close enough to Leon's skin that his breath can be felt, though he doesn't quite manage to really touch. His lips do brush against Leon's ear when he speaks, however ]

I'm gonna make you feel real good, Kuwata Leon...

[Which one of those sets of words was the set of magic words? Maybe both. They sure work well together: reassuring, and then getting him going enough that he's all too eager to grasp onto that reassurance and just take it for granted. Probably a stupid decision, but right about now is when he stops caring. Those lips on his ear make his body jerk; he makes an embarrassing little sound, and then he's leaning into the touch instead of away from it. Offering himself up. The demon said it's safe, so . . . it's safe, right?

When he answers it feels like it's coming from far away, his senses are so focused on the anticipation of the touch:]

I-it ain't like . . . I know what to do with a dude . . .

It doesn't have to be anything complicated, doing stuff with another dude...

[ He rolls his hips again, punctuating that statement by grinding down against Leon's cock. He also rewards Leon for his cooperation by gently taking his earlobe into his mouth for a moment, worrying at one of the piercings there, giving him that touch he was teasing at ]

I ain't asking you to give me commands here, when I say 'tell me all about it'. I'll take stuff like "yes" and "good" and "more".

That ain't what I meant!

[The words come out in a rushed gasp. He's barely aware of saying them at this point. This is the point of no return! He is definitely having sex with a dude! Right now! Sex with a dude!!

And at least so far it's pretty damn good!

He really isn't sure yet what to do . . . back, which was the point he did mean and didn't really say, but maybe that can come in a minute. Maybe for now it's fine just to cling on and moan, his hips finally, tentatively pushing up to meet Johnny's.]

Mmm...

[ Johnny makes a soft noise that sounds like praise for that small amount of participation, keeping his movements languid and slow for now, trying to coax more out of Leon - more noise, more touch, anything and everything he can get. His body is warm, solid weight, one thigh fitted up between Leon's as he rocks against him; his aim is to be totally, completely overwhelming, consuming, in the gentlest, most encouraging way.

At least, for now. ]

...Would you like me to kiss you? You look like you'd be nice to kiss...

[Okay, Leon is pretty sure that kissing makes it More Gay. That's the kind of thing he's read on the internet, and it totally makes sense. His instinct is to refuse, and adamantly at that . . .

So why isn't he? Some part of him feels like maybe that's wrong, maybe it's actually easier to stop overthinking this shit if kissing is happening. That's logical, right? The less you're thinking about it, the less gay it is??

Or maybe he just wants to. He flusters, then finally nods a tiny bit, refusing to make eye contact. . . . But his heart is speeding up already, even just thinking about it being about to happen. He does want it.]

[ Johnny tries to stifle the pleased grin that tugs at his mouth, watching Leon admit to that, even in a tiny way. This is the weirdest and best part of being an incubus, he thinks - how alive and good getting this kind of response makes him feel. Sure, okay, so he also needs it, would get in a pretty bad way if he went too long without a partner, but most of the time he doesn't have too hard of a time convincing someone. ]

Go ahead and tell me if you don't like it.

[ He doesn't expect to be told anything of the sort.

He starts slow, brushing their lips together, running the fingers of one hand up Leon's jaw, gently tipping his chin up. ]

Uh-huh . . .

[It's so gentle. Is this really what sex demons are like? This is the being ravished that he signed up for? Not that it's not good; it is, and that just makes it more embarrassing. He feels like a virgin on her wedding night or something! That kind of thing isn't supposed to be appealing . . . !

So, after a few beats, he makes a little semi-grumpy noise and kisses back harder, inviting Johnny to loosen some of that control.]

[ He can't help the tiny amused noise he makes, like fine, fine--he presses forward, kissing harder, proper making out, if he's going to be fussed at. Johnny likes willing surrender, himself - but if Leon needs more plausible deniability to really enjoy himself, then he will certainly deliver. ]

Yeah-- that's what I came for, that's the idea...

Dude, shut up . . .

[Any heat in his voice isn't the angry kind of heat. There's no denying even to himself that he's already into this, that he wanted to make out nice and hard, even if it's with a guy. What's that called, huh? For tonight, he's not going to think about it any harder than—horny. It makes him horny, not gay or bi or anything else, not yet . . .

He pulls Johnny in again to crush their lips together, closing his eyes.]

[ That's fine, he likes that, too. Okay, okay, he has to recalibrate a little, here. He's not sure how he keeps messing up on this one - he's supposed to be good at this. Flawless. That's the point of an incubus, isn't it? It's confusing, but he's still getting positive feedback so he can't mind it too much.

After a brief moment of thought - in what little space he has for thoughts not about kissing - he decides to go with that kind of feeling: trying to recall what it felt like back when he was a person, a young person, new to this kind of thing. The weird thrill of pleasure and nervousness together, of getting away with something you'd be in trouble for if you were found out...

he presses a little closer against Leon, fitting his knee up between his thighs, and rocks his hips tentatively ]

Nnn, shit—

[The kiss has to break for him to say that, but just barely. The words are so close and thick and heated that they may as well just be a kiss in and of themselves, smashed right up against Johnny's lips. It's embarrassing that he's already getting hard from this, but he is, and only more now that he's being directly stimulated that way.

. . . He doesn't know what to do back. The actual kiss freezes for a moment while his brain tries to think about it. What do you do with a guy? But he realizes that's kinda dumb almost immediately. He's a guy! He knows what guys like! He is one! If Leon likes being ground on like that, Johnny . . . probably will too?

So he tries, feeling a deep, nervous, forbidden thrill at the sensation of pressing himself up between another dude's legs, as if he's not sure what he'll find there, even though he damn well knows. He holds his breath against Johnny's lips.]

[ Johnny exhales back out against Leon's mouth in return as Leon grinds up into him, making the effect of Leon's choice there as obvious as he can. After that he's kissing again, hands on either side of Leon's face, holding him still to kiss him very, very thoroughly. He wants to be overwhelming, but in the way where they're overwhelmed together--or, the appearance of that if nothing else; he wants enthusiastic, needy desire - for both of them, from both of them.

He rocks back down against Leon for a few moments - tight, careful jerks of his hips - and then shifts his body weight just a little to the side. He trails the fingers of one hand down Leon's jaw, his throat, his chest - teasing, but not lingering so long that Leon has much of an opportunity to interject or interfere with the path of his hand - and presses his palm over Leon's cock. He squeezes once, a little rough, then begins to slowly stroke his hand up and down the length of Leon's hardening cock, rubbing him through his jeans ]

D-dude, you're . . .

[The rest dies in his throat, for two reasons. First of all, he was going to end it with "moving pretty fast," but he doesn't even get halfway through saying it before that makes him feel like the girl here or something. Guys are totally supposed to move fast! (And he's been with girls who move that fast too, and he knows it.) There's something weak about asking to slow down, something that makes him feel weird about himself and also makes this more real in a way he can't decide if he's ready for.

But the other reason is that it feels so fucking good that he chokes on the words, biting his lip and moaning. That makes it hard to complain, too. He likes this. It's pretty obvious, to Johnny now as much as anyone, since he can feel how quickly Leon's body is reacting to the touch.

Once again he flounders for what to do, pawing aimlessly at Johnny's back. In the back of his mind, he's embarrassed about that.]

[ Johnny pulls back from their not-quite-a-kiss-anymore at that reaction, looking like he's been rewarded something, grinning in a friendly sort of smugness.

Then he catches himself doing it and has to shake himself. No, okay, expression needs to do something more--suave. Predatory? No--definitely not. Demon-y. He already knows he's not quite the picture of an incubus, as most people would imagine - short, blond, on the pretty side - he doesn't need to make it harder on his own image here by forgetting he's supposed to look In Control. He'd never been much of an actor - or a controller - when he'd been alive, but it should just come naturally, once you're a demon, shouldn't it? He'd been doing pretty well so far, right? Okay, so, it's taken some convincing, but there was definitely a good few minutes where he looked like he had a game plan.

He leans in to kiss at Leon's throat, to hide his expression malfunction, his kisses slow but not particularly gentle.

And, once he's made himself good and distracting, he starts moving his hand again, walking his fingers up the fly of Leon's jeans to pop the button. He doesn't undo Leon's pants any more than that, for now; like this, just this, it's both a fantastic tease and just the smallest bit of relief, as Leon's cock gets harder ]

[Leon can feel himself filling that tiny space left by popping the button immediately, and groans with the little relief it brings. This is spiraling out of control fast, which maybe should feel worse than it does? But it doesn't. He doesn't even notice any particular expression on Johnny's face, only managing to vaguely think that he's beautiful through the haze of pleasure. Beautiful . . . not a word he'd usually use for a guy, but it's appropriate here . . . maybe that's helping.

His thighs twitch apart, inviting, and then half close again out of a jolt of nerves. But to hell with that! This is what he's here for, is this hand on his dick! So he forces them open again, turning his face to bury it in Johnny's soft hair, body squirming under him.]

H-hey, uh . . . what kinda stuff d'you . . . like?

--Me?

[ Well, okay--it's not like he wasn't hoping for more participation here, more surrender--but he's not used to having focus on him, oddly. He thinks maybe that means he was letting himself slip, if Leon has the attention span for thinking about anything but his own pleasure...

But it's--nice, too. And kind of exciting, for the novelty of being asked. ]

Ha, people don't ask that much, thanks. I could take my shirt off and you could touch me? I like that sort of thing...I'd like touching you, too...

Well—sorry that I don't just know when it's a dude!

[He mistakes the comment as meaning that most people have an instinct or experience for this that he doesn't, and don't need to ask, and that thought embarrasses him down to his bones. Leon ducks his head in a huff . . . but he does begin pulling at Johnny's shirt, as if he could cover for his "mistake" that way.]

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