Arden shudders. His expression is a mask of concentration, and his skin gleams with sweat. Something like a moan escapes his control and his eyes flutter shut. Not trusting himself to speak, Arden just shakes his head - no. But his cock twitches in Eris' hand, drooling the slippery stuff constantly, until his shaft slides easily through the demon's hand.<br/>And Arden is all too aware of Eris' closeness, his knee brushing Arden's leg, Eris' hands, his breath and the brush of his broad wings, shadow and blood against the silver light of Arden's... entirely too aware of Eris' arousal, lying entirely too close to one of Arden's hands ... almost close enough to touch....