“No, don’t look away.” Asya mumbled, leaning back enough to get a good look at the boy.
He took hold of Haden’s cock, thumb stroking along the underside slowly. He planned on dragging this out, trying to get the best reactions from the half-demon. And, if he could, he wanted to force the boy to beg for something. That sounded perfect.
A sharp gasp came to the boy’s throat, fingers curling into fists as he swallowed down the urge to voice his pleasure further. As if against his will, though very much of it, he slowly turned his head to look at Asya. His eyes were narrowed, lips not turned down into a scowl— it was a stoic face. Or, as much so as he could muster with the light fluster of his face and lust driven haze over his eyes.
“…Don’t tell me what to do.” He grumbled, still trying to keep his appearance rebellious.