Page 190 of Demons Dig Donuts

Indy pressed close and teased his lips over Mr. Heiss’s as he murmured, “I’ll ask however you want. Just take your penis and put it inside me.”

“Soon.”

“How soon?”

“Very.”

“Tease.”

There was a small snicker.

Indy glanced up to find that everyone—Lou, Neil, Sariel, Seymour, Day, and even Q.—was staring at them. “What?” he scoffed. “Sometimes an asshole demon just needs to find the right asshole, you know what I mean?”

“They get it,” Mr. Heiss grumbled.

“As in, the right hole.”

“Indy.”

“To fuck. Repeatedly. In various positions.”

Mr. Heiss tilted his head back and—what else—sighed.

Indy beamed. “You love it.”

“He can love it later,” Q. said firmly, though his lips held the hint of a smile. He beckoned Mr. Heiss over, his tentacles slithering up from the ground beneath his feet and readying to swallow him up. “Let’s go have a chat with Mr. Mitternacht.”

“Of course.” Mr. Heiss drew Indy in for a kiss. “I have to go.”

“Hey!” Indy crossed his arms, refusing Mr. Heiss’s lips. “When are you gonna be home? Also, are we talking about home, like, your place? Or are you coming over to mine for this booty call?”

“I will find you wherever you are.”

“Okay, stalker. So, how long am I gonna be waiting for celebratory dick?”

“How about you get started without me and I’ll catch up, hmm?”

“When?”

“As soon as I can.”

“Wrong. Not good enough.” Indy tapped his wrist impatiently. “I need a time. I am talking exact numbers, baby. Then I can bitch at you when you’re inevitably late and you’ll owe me more orgasms to make up for it.”

“I suspect you’re going to do that anyway.” Mr. Heiss cupped Indy’s face and kissed him firmly. “Please. Try to behave yourself.”

“We both know that’s not possible.”

“Lie to me.”

“Well, I could, but—” Indy’s breath caught when Mr. Heiss kissed him again, and he curled all around him before a random thought popped into his head. “Oh! Wait! Hey! Seymour.”

“Yeah?” Seymour asked. “What’s up?”

“So, stay seated, ’cause this is definitely sitting down type news, but… I think I met your dad? Clancy? And he might not be exactly dead because he gave me the ring and—”

“Wait, fuckin’ what?”

Mr. Heiss sighed haggardly. “Tactful as ever.”