Page 137 of Demons Dig Donuts

Indy smiled, savoring each syllable as he whispered, “Okay, Raph.”

“Very good.” Mr. Heiss kissed Indy’s inner thigh and then returned to his hole, his tongue pushing right inside. It was only a second before another joined the first, and both of his tongues thrust slowly but firmly to work Indy open.

Indy wasn’t about to remind Mr. Heiss that he literally had a prep spell to speed things along, especially not when it felt so damn good. He reached for Mr. Heiss’s horns and squeezed them, tilting his hips up to urge his tongues deeper.

Mr. Heiss grabbed the underside of Indy’s thighs to support him, his tongues swirling around and hitting new depths. There may have even been a third in the mix or Mr. Heiss simply made the first two thicker.

Either way, Indy could feel a faint stretch, but Mr. Heiss was being so careful and precise that there was no discomfort. Indy was wet, open, and soft, and he couldn’t resist grinding forward to ride Mr. Heiss’s face. There was something incredibly hot about having a powerful demon between his legs and watching the light from his crown of flames flickering over his thighs as he ate him out.

Indy thought he might be able to come from the gorgeous visual alone, but Mr. Heiss wasn’t giving him enough to reach completion. This was simply a preview of what was to come, and he relaxed, moaning softly as Mr. Heiss continued to eagerly devour him.

It wasn’t the same flavor of intensity as the last time they did this—for one, there were a lot less tongues. And yet, it was still passionate and delicious, though Indy couldn’t quite place why it felt like so much.

Maybe it was just because it was Mr. Heiss.

Mr. Heiss withdrew with a soft growl, his hands shifting to slide beneath Indy’s back. “Mmm, come here to me.”

Indy groaned softly as Mr. Heiss lifted him effortlessly, rotating their positions so Mr. Heiss was sitting against the headboard and Indy was perched in his lap. He spread his legs to straddle him, rocking forward so that their cocks slotted together. He loved chasing the unique friction of the jewelry and let the head of his dick catch on each one.

Mr. Heiss held Indy close and kissed him. “Are you ready for me?”

“So ready.” Indy closed his eyes, grinning as he felt the familiar slippery slide of magical lubricant coating his hole. “Mmm, thank you.”

“Of course.” Mr. Heiss chuckled as he pressed the head of his cock against Indy’s hole. “Not always a total asshole, remember?”

“Mm, I almost forgot.” Indy kissed Mr. Heiss sweetly, letting Mr. Heiss guide him down on his cock. The first few inches were effortless—so were the next couple—but it was only about halfway that Indy realized something was missing. “Raph, your jewelry?”

“I can take it out,” Mr. Heiss soothed, giving Indy’s hips a squeeze. “It’s all right. We’re taking things slowly and I do not need them for that.”

“I disagree.”

“Brat.” Mr. Heiss gave Indy’s ass a small pop. “Now go on. Take your time. You lead, hmm? You control the pace.” He narrowed his eyes. “But if it looks like I am hurting you, we stop.”

“Figured you were more into me hurting you, to be honest.”

“Another time, Sonnenschein.”

Indy grinned and rolled his hips, groaning as he took the rest of Mr. Heiss’s cock inside him. He sat there, fully speared and throbbing, and he slid a hand over his stomach to feel how full he was. “Fuck…”

“You’re beautiful like this,” Mr. Heiss praised. “Full, stuffed, and all mine.”

“Yours,” Indy agreed without hesitation, even though such a declaration should have alarmed him. He kissed Mr. Heiss instead of letting himself worry about it, and he rode his cock with steady motions, making the most of every second.

Mr. Heiss held him tight, his hands fanning over Indy’s back as they embraced. True to his word, he let Indy set the pace and made no effort to change the rhythm.

Indy could have sped up and ridden Mr. Heiss like he wanted to break him, but he was actually enjoying the smooth thrusting and tender touches. The closeness only added to the heat, and he honestly didn’t want this to ever stop.

Where his left hip met his thigh, however, had other ideas and promptly cramped up.

“Fuck, fuck.” Indy hissed, stopping abruptly. “Ow, ow, ow.”

“Indy?” Mr. Heiss frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Fucking cramp. One sec.” Indy leaned back with a soft groan, bracing himself on Mr. Heiss’s thighs. The shift in angle made him gasp, and he forgot he’d simply been trying to adjust to alleviate the cramp. He stared at Mr. Heiss and tentatively rolled his hips forward, the new pressure from this position drawing out a deep moan. “Oh. Fuck.”

Mr. Heiss growled and slid his hands up Indy’s sides to help hold him. “Mmm, do you like that, Sonnenschein? Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” Indy whimpered quietly. “Really good.”