// okay- little fc change :D

Here's Kael's new face >:3

Ofc just more human when he's working as a bartender :3

// might just have to make it official 🥴

Too scrumptious to pass up 😩😩

Fingers caress her lower lips, stretched and squeezing his length so perfectly. His thumb teases her clit with the barest of touches.

"Not my fault your outfit is adorable. I wanted to fuck you in it."

Quiet snickers followed. The demon's hands held tight to her waist, gaze directed to where they were connected. She always took him so well...~

"I know. But nothing you can't handle."

A hand moves, as if to prove his point. —

Anytime, hm?

Then... how about right now~?

// ooooo 11? 👀 with Anna? 👀👀

for it this time. You can pay me back by letting me come to your place~"

his cheek there. Getting closer as the minutes ticked by.

And finally, his time arrives.

"Yup. I'll just close out your tab and then we can head out, if that's cool with you?"

He's already turning towards the monitor, tallying up all the drinks Suguru has had. Quite a hefty sum...

"I'll pay —

The drinks keep coming, and Kael makes each one with the patience and ease. His smile growing wider, more devious with each glass. His meal was so close...

He keeps up the flirtatious back and forth, growing more bold with his casual touches. A returned tap on the shoulder here, a slight brush of —

That can so easily be arranged~

his fingertips along that hardening length. Teasing and feather light. Up and down, slow and steady.

Before finally curling his hand around it and squeezing.

wait to get a piece of that.

Quiet laughter spills from his lips, daringly drawing closer to the other. His hand inches across the bar, subtle and unassuming.

"Well, I was thinking of a quiet evening at home after work. But company wouldn't be so bad either."

Kael has been around for centuries, has talked his way into a fulfilling meal many times. He's unfazed by much these days.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Grinning at the teasing, he watches close as Suguru takes a sip of his drink. Following the movements of his jaw and throat.

He couldn't —