桑田 怜恩 // Kuwata Leon (
babermetrics) wrote2016-07-18 10:51 pm
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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.]
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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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 ]
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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?
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[ 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...
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[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.]