WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. SKIP IF A FOURSOME IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA!
The door clicks shut, and the sound reverberates like a signal through the air. Silence falls first in that kind of quietness that makes every heartbeat echo, every breath feel too loud, too close. Morgan leans against the wall, eyes dark, teeth just barely bared in the kind of grin that's equal parts amusement and menace.
His cock grows increasingly warm beneath his fingers as he increases the pace of his strokes, the demon core thrumming like it knows something delicious is about to unfold.
It's strange how it's not Luke responding in this charged moment, but the demon core. However, Morgan is too caught in the fierce flare of yearning to care about that right now.
