Callen's lips slanted more urgently over Yu's, hunger breaking past the playfulness he usually masked himself with. His hands roamed, one sliding boldly up Yu's side while the other gripped his hip tighter, anchoring him. Yu gasped, trembling under the onslaught, his head spinning.
[WARNING! WARNING!]
[Host, you're deviating! Not only is this regarded as OOC but it also goes against protocol! You need Theo's approval first if you wish to engage in intercourse with other men! The system is flagging this and the termination of your soul is pending. Immediate disengage required. Get away from Callen!]
[REINS ON INCUBUS KING SOUL LOOSENING!
WARNING!]
Yu's instincts screamed the opposite. His long-dormant Incubus hunger—the part of him that had lain coiled and patient—stirred awake in a rush. His lips parted, his body arched, and he moaned softly against Callen's mouth as his fingers curled into the fabric of Callen's shirt, dragging him closer.
The warnings flashed sharper.
