Asael took his hand away, leaving the teardrop hanging down. There was a faint smile on his face as he leaned over Dulce, joining their lips together.
Dulce gagged lightly on the Demon's tongue, his accessorized member pinned between their bodies. He broke away from the kiss first, wrenching his head to the side to catch his breath.
He felt Asael's lips trail down the side of his neck, a button popping on his dress shirt as his wandering hands slipped into his collar.
Dulce flinched when he felt teeth on his nipple through his clothes. The dull pain was like a jolt of electricity to his spine, drawn out by the massage to soothe the pain.
Dulce's body tingled, and underneath his dress shirt, his nipples were pebbled so hard they ached.
Asael moved even lower still, ghosting over his tormented, pulsing member. He tensed up when he felt the rim of a bottle at his entrance, the cold glass rim slipping in easily, its width no larger than a finger.
