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[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 . . .