Luring him in.
Cooper lowered his head slowly, pressing his mouth against Chaos’s lips. Like his hands, Chaos’s mouth was uncommonly warm. It made Cooper’s lips tingle.
He hummed, licking the sensation away, only to press another kiss against Chaos’s top lip, then the bottom lip. He kept it gentle. Soft. Sweet.
He leaned back after a moment. “See?”
Chaos’s eyes were on Cooper’s mouth. “More,” he demanded, his voice as soft as Cooper’s touch.
Cooper pressed in again. This time, Chaos’s lips parted against his, so Cooper gently—slowly—swiped in his tongue. Chaos tasted smoky and sweet, just like his scent.
Chaos’s fingers tightened on Cooper’s hips, and after a moment, Chaos’s tongue met his, following Cooper’s lead and stroking against him slowly.
Cooper shuddered, biting back a moan. The slow pace of things was making everything feel unbelievably intimate. In some ways it was familiar, like kissing anyone, but also…
He leaned back again, ignoring Chaos’s pout at his retreat. “Let me see your tongue.”
Chaos opened his mouth obediently, like it was a normal question to be asked mid-make-out session.
Yeah, that thing was longer than a human’s for sure. And…pointier. Cooper blinked, and suddenly it was forked.
“What—?”
“More,” Chaos rasped instead of letting Cooper finish his question. He didn’t wait for Cooper this time—he released his hold on Cooper’s hips and grabbed his cheeks, pulling Cooper’s face down to his. He surged up and captured Cooper’s mouth, his now forked tongue swiping in to claim and plunder.
Cooper groaned, his eyes falling closed as he gave in to the newly demanding kiss. Chaos’s hands were somehow everywhere, like he had more than the normal amount. On Cooper’s hips again but also in his hair, stroking his arms, teasing under his shirt. Cooper’s muscles went limp, and he relied on Chaos’s body to hold him up.
When Chaos let him up for air—probably some time after he should have, judging by how lightheaded Cooper was feeling—Cooper gasped the question, “Are you sure you haven’t kissed befo—”
“More,” Chaos growled, tugging Cooper’s hips closer and kissing him again.
Cooper had gotten hard at some point. Could Chaos feel his arousal, like he’d felt Cooper’s embarrassment? Although, the point was probably moot, since no doubt Chaos could feel Cooper’s fucking erection against his stomach.
Cooper should put a stop to this now, right? Practice was one thing, but this was…
Cooper wasn’t going to let this demon actuallyfuckhim, was he?
But then Cooper’s shirt was being tugged over his head, and Chaos was leaning forward, butting his head against Cooper’s belly like some kind of cat.
Cooper stroked Chaos’s purple hair, trying to catch his breath now that his mouth was his own again. “Do you think you—you have a handle on it now? The kissing?”
In answer, Chaos’s hands wandered from Cooper’s hips to his ass, grabbing and kneading the flesh there. It felt good.
Too good.
“Um, maybe I should add to the lesson,” Cooper said frantically as more blood rushed to his dick. “You need a human’s permission to mate with them. You know that, right?”
Chaos’s hot breath huffed against Cooper’s bare belly. “Of course.” He raised his head, peering up at Cooper beseechingly through his lashes. “Do I have your permission, Cooper?”
Well, that was Cooper’s fault, for setting that one up. Because he was in no way actually ready for that question.
Luckily, just then, Cooper’s phone rang.
His phone that was in Chaos’s pocket.
And judging by the growl Chaos let out at the interruption, the demon didn’t seem very inclined to give it back to him.
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