fuck, heโs horny. and he *canโt fucking ask for it.* he buries his head in your shoulder and moans loosely. โ โฟโฐโโโโ โโ shit. he keeps slipping up with his demonspeak. he can already taste brimstone on his tongue even from that simple phrase; he needs to learn to shut up.
he looks at you pleadingly, hoping you understand him.