Love And Life And Demon Hunting

They carried on like this for an awkwardly long stretch of time; Priestly's thoughts became perverted in the extreme, to the point where they grew too embarrassing to type.

When he finally finished, he lowered Mars's hips and inserted a single finger into his adorable, rosy anus.

Again, poor Mars was going to protest but he didn't have time to. He kind of decided he may as well go along with it after that.

He chuckled softly, enjoying the view.

"Does it feel good, Marsy? It had better, or I'll be very disappointed, you know."

"...yes." He mumbled, wishing Priestly wouldn't talk to him. He hadn't having to verbally admit all of this.

He inserted another finger.

"What a good, naughty young man. I really like you, Mars. Or, rather, Cyprus."

He bit his lip, shaking his head.

"Don't..." He mumbled.

"Hmm?" he asked, confused. "Did you change your mind about what I should call you?"

He thought for a second, then just shook his head, frowning deeply.

"...never...mind."

"As you wish, Cyprus," he purred, inserting another finger. "Does it hurt at all?"

He shook his head.

"Not...really."

"I think you're about ready for the main course, right?" He licked his neck, chuckling. "You're so cute, Cyprus. It's really sexy."

-x- they had sex, and i decided to skip to right after said sex scene -x-

Priestly pulled Cyprus closer, kissing his neck.

"That was excellent," he said happily, stroking his hair.

He shook his head, burying his face into the blankets. He turned away from Priestly, letting out a noise of protest.

"...No." He whimpered. "...It wasn't."

"Really?" he asked, surprised. "But you seemed to be having such fun."

He shook his head.

"No!! It was just..." He swallowed, huddling into the blankets. "...terrible. I hated it."

"Oh. Well then." He rolled onto his stomach, watching Mars with concern. "Do you need a ride home?"

Mars refused to look at Priestly. Instead, he searched for his ponytail holder so he could fix his poor hair, which he knew was going to get tangled.

"...I'll just walk home."

"...But it's three a.m.," he said, confused. "It's dark out. There are prostitutes and addicts just outside--they're generally less friendly at night."

"I'm an adult, I can handle myself!" He insisted, pouting and crossing his arms childishly. "I'll be perfectly fine!"

"...If you're sure," he said with a frown. "Will I see you again? I think I really like you."

"You don't even know me." He replied, finally sitting up. He knew he wasn't going to leave, though; he would probably end up sleeping there.

"I would love to," he said sincerely, sitting up as well. "You're good-looking, sure--but you also seem very hard-working and intelligent and dedicated and I prize that in a man. You fascinate me."

He frowned.

"Well, I don't like you. You're a whore." He replied bitterly. "You're gross...and ugly."

Now he was just making zero sense.

"But whatever!! You still have to fix the ghost problem!"

"Yeah, I guess," he said, though there was no real enthusiasm in his voice. He looked a little hurt. "I'll start tomorrow I suppose...after a good night's sleep. Will we be working together?"