Slavery/Fun with a gun || Locked to incubi_abel

[hereticprince]

[OOC: Continued from here.]

Sanzo instinctively tensed at the feel of arms around him. He didn't like being pinned. He'd agreed to this, though, and he silently reminded himself of the safe word; red, red, red. As Abel's hands traveled over his body, he drew in sharp breath. Just what kind of trouble had he gotten himself into this time?

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[incubi_abel]

He hummed as he trailed his lips down Sanzo's neck, tasting and nipping at the skin there as he continued stroking and petting soft skin to get Sanzo to react to the stimulation.