[If the shit eating grin isn't a dead giveaway, he could have waxed poetic about he came to save him from his meaningless existence. But that kind of role play sucks.]
[Because Leo is special. He then takes that bottle and lets the inside ooze onto his fingertips, rubbing them together. Taking Leo in one hand and lifting him up an inch from the bed, one finger slowly slips inside his entrance. He's nervous even if the man doesn't show it and Fury help him not screw this up...]
[He's...not hurting him is he? His expression can't help but show worry but he attempts to be gentle as he works that ring of muscles. Along with a kiss to Leo's temple. He can at least try to be soothing without speaking. But damn it's hard.]
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[He's alright with pacing if Leo wants it.]
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[He laughs again.]
Some of us aren't godlike, you know. We just play that role.
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[If the shit eating grin isn't a dead giveaway, he could have waxed poetic about he came to save him from his meaningless existence. But that kind of role play sucks.]
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If anything, I'm some sort of demon.
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[Because Leo is special. He then takes that bottle and lets the inside ooze onto his fingertips, rubbing them together. Taking Leo in one hand and lifting him up an inch from the bed, one finger slowly slips inside his entrance. He's nervous even if the man doesn't show it and Fury help him not screw this up...]
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A-aymeric...
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