The demon moaned at the kisses on his torso. He bucked his hips involuntarily, panting. When the human pulled away, Yamanaki's fingers wrapped around his wrist. By that time his chest was heaving with the effort of not attacking his master. He let go and turned away. He didnt want to force the pastor into anything. But<i>fuck</i>the smaller male was sexy. The more humane side of him was slipping through his grasp. He stood and stumbled to his own room, fighting every instinct that told him to just take the promise ring of his sweet master.