[ Before he felled Belial, before Hell was shaken in more ways than one, Rook always hated what he was. Hated that people sought him out for his abilities, what he could do for other people with his body and powers. Since becoming the Prince, since taking on so much more, Rook... well he still hated it but not quite like before. Now there was more control over himself, over being pulled here and there with a few words and some chanting, now he could refuse any summons, and instead only had those that would come to him. And, considering his known displeasure in the past and his connections to Wrath, most left him alone.
There will still a few, clearly, with Gil sitting his lap, wings fluttering and lust coiling around him slowly. It was enjoyable for Rook though, because there was no demand, just desire born naturally. Rook hums and leans into the touch, just a bit, enjoying the contact and the concession that comes with it. He is still not quite as hard-edged as Belial, still seeks things to be softer, more connected. Warmer, in some sense. ]
Would you like to be taken care of then, pet?
[ The words are soft, spoken hushed as he tips his head back just enough to give Gil more room. Moves his hand up along Gil's thigh to his hip where he strokes against the thin skin gently. ]
You are such a sweet little thing... [ As sweet as any demon could get at least. But Rook is not one to judge, still thinks Gil sweet in his own right, the way he moves and shivers, the way his wings flutter with every movement of Rook's fingertips. ] Tell me what you want, can you do that for me?
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There will still a few, clearly, with Gil sitting his lap, wings fluttering and lust coiling around him slowly. It was enjoyable for Rook though, because there was no demand, just desire born naturally. Rook hums and leans into the touch, just a bit, enjoying the contact and the concession that comes with it. He is still not quite as hard-edged as Belial, still seeks things to be softer, more connected. Warmer, in some sense. ]
Would you like to be taken care of then, pet?
[ The words are soft, spoken hushed as he tips his head back just enough to give Gil more room. Moves his hand up along Gil's thigh to his hip where he strokes against the thin skin gently. ]
You are such a sweet little thing... [ As sweet as any demon could get at least. But Rook is not one to judge, still thinks Gil sweet in his own right, the way he moves and shivers, the way his wings flutter with every movement of Rook's fingertips. ] Tell me what you want, can you do that for me?