Page 87 of Demons Dig Donuts

“No.” Indy shivered. “Not really.”

“Your personal spell is working correctly, yes?”

“Dunno. Why don’t we take it for a test drive?”

“I could perhaps be persuaded.”

“It’s about time you realized what a fucking snack I am.” Indy slid his hands up over Mr. Heiss’s chest. “Was starting to think you needed your eyes checked.”

Mr. Heiss chuckled, holding Indy’s hips. “My eyes work very well. As does everything else.”

“Am I actually going to be able to test that?” Indy arched a brow. “Or are you going to blueball me again, sir?”

“That depends on you.” Mr. Heiss scanned Indy’s face curiously. “What are you expecting from this?”

“A good time for a short while. Story of my life.” Indy fidgeted, dropping his voice to add, “But maybe a longer time. Maybe. You know, depending on you.”

“Me?”

“Maybe you’re an awful fuck. How do I know?” Indy scoffed. “How about we just get right to—”

“Dance with me.”

“What?”

“Dance with me,” Mr. Heiss repeated, taking one of Indy’s hands and stepping out to guide him into a slow waltz.

“Okay!” Indy snorted out a laugh but let Mr. Heiss take the lead. “You know, you are one weird, weird demon.”

“Is that so?”

“I literally just got done blowing up an entire army of monsters rescuing myself from the aforementioned monsters kidnapping me, pretty sure I have lots of blood on me that’s not mine, and instead of the hard primal fucking I rightly deserve to relieve all of this crazy tension… you want to dance?”

“Yes,” Mr. Heiss said simply. “The primal fucking will come later.”

“How much later?”

“When I say so.” Mr. Heiss smirked, claiming a deep kiss as their bodies glided along the floor. The space here did not contort as the mirror of the house had, so they had to keep very close to avoid bumping into the furniture.

Indy was impatient, but he had to admit that the closeness was nice. He felt warm and safe, and he could turn his brain off. Nothing else mattered but the dance, each of them following a silent rhythm that guided them together along each step. Indy wasn’t worried about money or dying or anything else, simply enjoying the moment.

It was even better when Mr. Heiss finally broke his form and let his hands wander to slide over Indy’s back and hips. Indy hugged Mr. Heiss’s neck and let their bodies press together, no longer moving other than the slow roll of their hips.

Mr. Heiss’s tail curled around Indy’s thigh, lifting his leg to hitch up around Mr. Heiss’s side. He grabbed Indy’s ass and brought him right off the floor, rutting against him with more purpose, but slow and steady, as if they were still dancing.

Indy easily curled his other leg around Mr. Heiss, shifting his hands to Mr. Heiss’s broad shoulders. A demon wasn’t quite a pole, but Indy could hold his weight there and still move the rest of his body like liquid. He wanted to show Mr. Heiss exactly what he could do.

Yes, he’d been able to give Mr. Heiss a preview in the tub, but he wanted a proper seduction.

Mr. Heiss, however, apparently had other plans.

“Stop,” Mr. Heiss said, though his tone was gentle.

Indy stared. “What?”

“You are going to take what I give you and only that,” Mr. Heiss said as he carried Indy toward the bed. “You must be patient and entrust your pleasure to me. Do as I say, only when I say, and I promise that you will enjoy every moment.”

Indy shuddered, but he nodded as Mr. Heiss stretched him out across the sheets. “Okay, sir. I… I can do that.”