His upbringing told Luke that he should feel uncomfortable, but he didn't. The heat of Asmodeus's gaze trailed up his back. His skin puckered, every hair standing on edge. As much as Luke hated it, he loved the attention he was getting from the demon.
Luke was standing in the middle of the minimalistic room. Lily had just attempted to take Luke from this place and failed. Luke wasn't as torn about that as he should have been. He was dressed sparingly in the most comfortable fabric he had ever put on his body. The pants were cut low to accentuate the muscles of his stomach. Asmodeus hadn't provided him with a shirt.
The demon stalked up behind him. Asmodeus's hot breath on the back of his neck sent a shiver down Luke's spine. The demon's closeness was bringing so many of Luke's darkest fantasies to light. He wanted to give in to them so badly. Luke shivered as Asmodeus dragged his hand slowly up his side. The demon nuzzled his face into the crook of Luke's neck and kissed him deeply.
Luke let out a long and tortured moan. This shouldn't feel good, but it did. Asmodeus chuckled against his skin and wrapped his wings around their bodies, encasing them in the soft feathers. The feeling was delightful against Luke's skin, and he reached out to touch them. He had always imagined a demon's wings to be tough and leathery, not light and soft as these were.
Asmodeus gripped his hips tightly and brought him against his erection. Luke gasped, his own excitement becoming obvious. He wasn't sure why he wanted the prince standing behind him, but he did. Much to his dismay, Asmodeus withdrew his wings and let him go.
"Admit you want me, Priest. That's the only way you'll get a piece of me," Asmodeus whispered in his ear, "I know you want me."
The demon reached down and cupped Luke to make his point. Luke groaned and thrust his hips into Asmodeus's hand.
"I know actions speak louder than words in your world, but in Hell, I need to hear it," Asmodeus said.
"I'll never want a man," Luke lied.
"Well that's too bad," Asmodeus said as he stroked Luke's length through the pants, "I was going to have so much fun with you."
Luke's breath caught in his throat. Would the demon really stop if Luke didn't beg? Surely not. Asmodeus leaned forward and brushed his lips against Luke's ear. His hand stilled and Luke tried to make him continue.
"Tell me you want me, and I'll show you what pleasure really feels like," Asmodeus whispered.
The demon's magic wrapped around Luke like a warm blanket as it flooded his body. Not that the demon needed to use the magic. Luke had enough of his own lust for the both of them. The lust that Asmodeus projected into him threatened to tear him-and the pants-apart. Asmodeus started to rub him again, letting his hand wander down and cup his balls. The feeling was tantalizing. Luke wanted to give in so badly, but he couldn't bring himself to say it aloud.
Instead, Luke reached around and pulled the demon's face to his own. With only a moment of hesitation, he brought his lips to Asmodeus's and attempted to claim the demon. Asmodeus growled into his mouth as he kissed Luke back. Luke explored the demon's mouth and moaned as Asmodeus did the same. The intrusion felt divine. Asmodeus chuckled as he broke their kiss. Luke groaned. The demon still had a firm grasp on him, and he was throbbing into his hand.
"Remember what I said about actions, though that was a nice one, I must admit," the demon teased, "Tell me what you want. Then you can have me. It's really that simple."
"You," Luke mumbled under his breath, "I want you."
"That's more like it," Asmodeus said.
The Prince's next move almost knocked Luke off his feet. In a sweeping motion, he was pushed forward towards the bed. He was grateful that it wasn't too far away. In what seemed like no time, they were both free of the clothing that stood between them. It was the same magic that Luke had witnessed at the cottage. Except he wasn't scared this time.