Thick as Thieves
By SMYGO4EVA
"It's been far too long since I've last seen you," Douma said, that low voice of his making Enmu positively tremble in his wake, pressing himself closer. "I may be an Upper Rank but you do have such promise."
Enmu exhaled a moan, his head thrown back against the wall of the private chambers. He was underneath Douma, the space between them nonexistent as he straddled one of the Upper Rank's thighs, the friction unbearable.
Such praise from an Upper Rank was absolutely rapturous, in such close proximity to Lord Muzan. But with Douma, he knew he had a taste, such a tease, and he was eager for more.
"Indeed, it has been too long," Enmu murmured, his eyes straight into Douma's gaze, such baleful colors looking down at him. "And you've been busy, as it seems."
Douma blinked, and looked down, regarding his clothes, splattered with dried, deep red blood from earlier that day. "Oh, it's not my blood, but yes, I was busy." He replied, a smile on his face.
Enmu smiled, his cheeks turning red. "Oh no doubt, Lord Douma, no doubt about it in the slightest." He crooned out, with such admiration.
Douma leaned in close, placing a hand on Enmu's chest, trailing down, and then put his other hand on the wall, so that Enmu was locked in his gaze.
"Maybe as soon as we're done here," Douma began sweetly, as he pressed himself close to Enmu, positively throbbing, friction and pleasure building again. "I'll show you how it's done."
Enmu then let out a soft sigh, holding on to Douma tight. "Oh absolutely, yes, please show me."