[Even if Asmodeus was more of a narcissist sometimes than an actual lustful creature.
His tongue traces behind the space past his lips where Temenos wipes away, eyes flicking to how it enters the cleric's mouth and feeling himself swallow in return. He wishes it were in his mouth instead, but at the same time... there's something delicious about watching it? Especially when Temenos looks at him like that, with quietly hungry eyes.
To have the portions divided up so slowly in comparison to his usual pace takes about every ounce of self control Beelzebub has not to just reach beyond the bars and gorge himself. But it tends to be for the better. He notices quickly the subtle differences in scent, in taste, in texture, and he tries his best to not inhale what Temenos places at his lips.
One piece he even uses his teeth to crack it in half, nodding towards Temenos as he chews. He wants to watch him devour the other.]
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[Even if Asmodeus was more of a narcissist sometimes than an actual lustful creature.
His tongue traces behind the space past his lips where Temenos wipes away, eyes flicking to how it enters the cleric's mouth and feeling himself swallow in return. He wishes it were in his mouth instead, but at the same time... there's something delicious about watching it? Especially when Temenos looks at him like that, with quietly hungry eyes.
To have the portions divided up so slowly in comparison to his usual pace takes about every ounce of self control Beelzebub has not to just reach beyond the bars and gorge himself. But it tends to be for the better. He notices quickly the subtle differences in scent, in taste, in texture, and he tries his best to not inhale what Temenos places at his lips.
One piece he even uses his teeth to crack it in half, nodding towards Temenos as he chews. He wants to watch him devour the other.]