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~ 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕 ~
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[fuckingburned]

[Yeah, don’t want to scar the cats with adult entertainment. Damien quirked a brow at the mention of his schooling and assumed age, then snorted in response.] I’m still young for a demon; we got some monsters at school over 400 years old and they’re still high schoolers. [Of course, high school for monsters isn’t the same age group as human high schools. Humans are weird…

Mutants are fucking awesome, however. The shrug got Damien’s attention on the shoulders of Remy’s robe, wondering it if was going to simply fall off with that motion. It didn’t. Dammit. Still, they looked damn comfortable.]

Mon sucker what? I’m no ogre, Caj. [Bit defensive there, even if it’s just a misunderstanding. (Comparing demons to ogres… yeah.) But when that robe shrugs off, and reveals the mutant’s body, Damien gives a whistle. Obviously impressed. He arches a little, letting Remy tug his shirt from his jean and ducks his head to help pull it from his body. Takes a bit of caution to get it off without catching it on his longer horn, but it’s off and the demon’s red skin is on full display. Even if it’s slender, he’s damn ripped.]

I like this direction. [And deftly moves his hands to work on untying Remy’s lounge pants, his tail looping around the man’s thighs.]

[terrors]

[Remy made a mental note of this for the next time he wanted to point out that in demon-years he would be older too.]

Don worry about it, Red. [The Cajun laughed, grinning at the response he gets to disrobing. He's got scars speckled all over his body, but it's a little between toned and muscular.

Damien's skin feels as smooth as it looks, and Remy lets his hands move over red shoulders and forearms as his pants are untied. The heat coming from his skin is more intense than he imagined, and it only made him more curious to see what the rest of him felt like.]

You look like you've never gotten a scratch on you. [It's probably got more to do with his demon blood, he thinks. Damien was clearly the type to run head first into a fight, so it wasn't that. While he thinks it over he slips his hands down the back of Damien's jeans, grabbing handfuls of ass, letting his tail be for now.]

[fuckingburned]

[Damien lets the comment slide; it’s way more fun to admire the suddenly-bared body in front of him. Sleek and toned with nice definition that’s not completely ripped to hell and back. The scars are—eh—expected for a human-based mutant. But the speckling doesn’t detract at all and Damien admires them as much as Remy’s abdominals and tan skin color.

As hands slide over his body, Damien arches and rounds into the touches. His skin’s definitely smooth and warm, making a good testament to his knowledge and use of epilation. He takes damn good care of himself despite all his chaotic shenanigans and shit. Deft fingers slip the tie of the Cajun’s pants loose and Damien gives them a light tug down to get them started over his partner’s hips. Gravity’ll take them the rest of the way, provided they don’t get caught on the mutant’s turgid arousal.]

Damn right I do. [With that, he reaches up and deftly rakes his middle finger right down his cheek, slicing the skin open with his extended, dark claw. The wound forms a line of lime-green blood on Damien’s red cheek, but within a second or two, it starts to close up and seals soon enough, leaving the same perfect, unmarred skin behind.]

And that’s why. [He’s obviously proud of it and grins a mixture of sexy and sneaky at the other man. Then softens into an aroused look as Remy cups his ass through his jeans. Toned curves firm up into a nice grip and Damien arches up onto his toes slightly with a soft breath of pleasure.]

Ngh, that’s nice.