babermetrics | 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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[ 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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