He had a fragility about him, something almost delicate, in his beauty. The way light would cut across his cheekbones, catch in his blond hair. He made Adri feel things, made him<i>yearn</i>. The daemon wanted to take him and lay him out on his bed. He wanted to strip him bare and map every inch of his skin with his hands, his lips. He wanted to skate his fingers along his belly, his chest, memorizing every crevice, every dip, every hollow.<br/><br/>He wanted to<i>fuck</i>him. He wanted to spread him open, one finger at a time, slowly working his hole. He wanted to slick him up, tease him relentlessly until he was hard, leaking and helpless in Adri's arms, until he was begging for more, for anything to sate his desires, his wanton lust and need.<br/><br/>Kissing the angel hard, Adri took and took, stealing his breath away. He ground their cocks together, pressing Zee harder into the wall. "This what you want?" he asked, his voice low and guttural. "You want me to fuck you? Fill your ass up? Make you feel so good?"