Arden's mouth snaps shut as Eris closes, and he looks away when the demon's hands strip the last shreds of his modesty away. Hands fisted at his side, he forces his breathing even. Don't think about it. Don't think about the hands stroking and kneading his ... no, don't think about it. Don't think about how good it feels, the demon's hands, so warm ... no! Arden bit down on his lower lip, hoping the sharp pain would be a distraction ....<br/><br/>A flush warms Arden's pale skin, and his manhood twitches as Eris strokes it, swelling a little, as Arden trembles.