[He never was one for convenience or efficiency. Gluttony made no room for those sorts of things. Gluttony saw, and felt, and hungered, and indulged. To think of how to get to that final step? That part was optional sometimes.
Beelzebub responds to the request by clamping down just a little harder at the meat of the cleric's lower arm, enough to taste Temenos's blood in his mouth and feel the muscle flex reflexively in pain beneath his bite. The hand at Temenos's erection grabs at the same time, yanking up with the friction of the fabric in a hard and sudden motion, before it moves away to try and pull at whatever waistband is still keeping fabric between that hand and that heat.
Beel cocks his head with a husky purr of a sound as he starts to lower to his knees, licking the sheen of red from his lips.]
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Beelzebub responds to the request by clamping down just a little harder at the meat of the cleric's lower arm, enough to taste Temenos's blood in his mouth and feel the muscle flex reflexively in pain beneath his bite. The hand at Temenos's erection grabs at the same time, yanking up with the friction of the fabric in a hard and sudden motion, before it moves away to try and pull at whatever waistband is still keeping fabric between that hand and that heat.
Beel cocks his head with a husky purr of a sound as he starts to lower to his knees, licking the sheen of red from his lips.]
Feed me.