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.]
no subject
[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?!]