[The owl's voice was barely a whisper as he gaze back up with a sultry gleam in his eyes, enjoying the view. Did the imp know how incredibly hot he was? It drove him mad with desire.
Fuck.
He couldn't stand it anymore. The moment he saw bare skin Stolas reached up to slip his greedy hands under Blitzø’s shirt. Running up the imp's stomach, the prince dragged his palms along the length of his torso, feeling every little dent and divet of muscle before caressing the curve of the hellborn’s pecs. Oh Satan, he wanted him, bad.]
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[The owl's voice was barely a whisper as he gaze back up with a sultry gleam in his eyes, enjoying the view. Did the imp know how incredibly hot he was? It drove him mad with desire.
Fuck.
He couldn't stand it anymore. The moment he saw bare skin Stolas reached up to slip his greedy hands under Blitzø’s shirt. Running up the imp's stomach, the prince dragged his palms along the length of his torso, feeling every little dent and divet of muscle before caressing the curve of the hellborn’s pecs. Oh Satan, he wanted him, bad.]