@abyssrafayel Luckily, he didn't feel threatened by the other.
Handsome he might be, the demon clearly thought that he was still more beautiful.
Otherwise, he would have shown more distaste towards the artist.
"Nineteen you say. That must have been a while ago."
@abyssrafayel The other was almost... endearing, if he was being nice.
A pushover if he was being honest, since it was obvious that he was, in fact, not the easiest demon to get along with.
The blond sat down as the other asked.
"So, an artist. For how long have you been one?"
@abyssrafayel He stared at the hand as if he was just offered an alien subject.
Mira was silent for a few long seconds before he took the hand, shaking it.
"My name is Mira."
< well-fed that he pulled away from the kiss, his lipstick flawless despite the messy kiss.
Instead of thanking him, he simply gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"You don't taste half-bad."
A compliment in its own way, at least in his opinion.
And control he took, taking from the kiss everything he needed and could, his tongue initiating something akin to a dance as he closed his eyes.
The way he took the energy from his fellow demon wasn't forceful, though it wasn't anything either.
He took as if it was his right. >
Like a moth to flame the demon could not allow this minor slight to go ignored and accepted the devil’s unspoken provocations. The devil couldn’t help chuckle against his lips. Yes, it was a challenge, yet for the devil victory was inconsequential as all he truly cared about↓
< Perhaps it was because he was used to being given everything, because it was he was one of the many children of Asmodeus.
Perhaps it was both.
Either way, he started to enjoy himself, satisfied with the other's 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.
It was only after he started to feel >
Mira felt challenged, so they deepened the kiss in kind.
While he usually hated acting like his nature demanded of him, he hated losing a challenge even more.
That was just who he was.
He always was vain, prideful even, so losing to another demon of lust, no matter how much >
Like thick smoke his kiss was smothering; unrelenting, his lips refused to leave the demon’s. The warmth broiled from the pit of one’s stomach, the sudden pressure swelling in the heart, the ripe need for carnality— he tasted of home. Although a devil he may be, it wasn’t often↓
< younger or older he might be, would simply hurt his own self image.
The blond placed a hand on Kain's cheek, playing the game they were both so familiar with.
His goal?
Winning this battle of 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
Forgotten was his initial displeasure as he focused on making >
Ah, how utterly distasteful, yet something pleasurable and needed at the same time.
Mira themselves was born as a demon of Lust, hating the fact that he was in 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 of the energy he gained from sex and kisses.
That was the reason why he didn't refuse the kiss from his >
Did he think the devil another Narcissus? Vanity was not his vice, nor would he be duped into indulging in it. Though he was aware it did not mean he was immune to the reflection’s charm, waltzing ever closer to coax the demon from the mirror with a touch softer than seafoam.↓
< fellow demon. It helped that he wasn't bad looking either.
Had it been anyone less pleasant to look at, he would have poisoned him already in the literal sense, since he usually hates being touched.
Mira returned the kiss in kind, letting their tongue wrap around his slow, >