Page 138 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Go on then,” Mr. Heiss urged. “Take your time. Nice and slow, remember?”

“Nice and slow.” Indy squeezed Mr. Heiss’s thighs, grinding down with steady rolls of his body. He missed the closeness of their previous position, but he couldn’t deny the resulting bliss of this one.

Mr. Heiss felt bigger like this, hitting new nerves and rubbing right up against Indy’s prostate in a way he could only describe as magical. It very well could have been some form of demonic dick magic, but Indy didn’t care.

All that mattered was chasing that wonderful feeling for as long as he could.

Mr. Heiss shifted one hand around to fully support Indy’s back, and the other curled around Indy’s cock. He stroked him at the same dreamy, slow rhythm as Indy’s hips, and he murmured, “There… Like that.”

“Feels good,” Indy murmured as he let his head tip back. He gave Mr. Heiss’s thighs another squeeze, lifting himself up before sitting fully back down and circling his hips. He moaned excitedly and repeated the motions, loving the burst of friction each one created.

God, he couldn’t wait to come and yet he wasn’t in a hurry.

Not every monster he’d slept with always wanted a fast, hard fuck, so he’d had his share of softness, too, but none of them had ever felt like this.

Like maybe, just maybe, it meant something.

Indy’s legs trembled, and he groaned, realizing that he would have to stop soon. He had no idea how long they’d been at this, but he could feel himself losing momentum and his hip was in danger of cramping again.

Normally, he’d push through and keep going, but he knew now there was a danger of triggering one of those weird panic attack things, a bloody coughing fit, or maybe something even worse.

Indy grumbled in frustration and stilled his hips once more. “I’m sorry. I need a second.”

“It’s all right, Sonnenschein.” Mr. Heiss sat up, wrapping his arms around Indy’s waist. He hugged him close and bent his knees for leverage, gently thrusting into Indy. “Relax. Go on. Let me take your weight. I’ve got you.”

Indy shuddered and obeyed, his head dropping down on Mr. Heiss’s shoulder while his arms fell to his sides. He trusted Mr. Heiss to hold him, and he closed his eyes, savoring how perfectly their bodies slotted together. It might have felt like being used as a toy, but Mr. Heiss’s arms around him felt safe, so warm, even adoring.

Mr. Heiss kept going, pushing deep and grinding up against Indy’s ass to make the most of each thrust. He rocked Indy back and forth, up and down, fucking him so flawlessly that Indy could do nothing but moan and twitch.

Indy shivered when something curled around his cock—smooth, strong, firm.

Mr. Heiss’s tail.

Indy managed to lift his hands to squeeze Mr. Heiss’s shoulders, gasping out a quick, “Close.”

“I know,” Mr. Heiss whispered, his voice low and growling. “I can feel you. How you squeeze around my cock. You’re getting so tight.”

“Yeah?” Indy panted. “Mmm, just wait until I fucking come.”

“Come on,” Mr. Heiss urged, his tail stroking Indy faster and his hips snapping upward to match. “Give it up for me. Let me hear you fall apart for me.”

Indy whimpered and cried, the sounds morphing into frantic moans as he bounced in Mr. Heiss’s lap. The friction was so great that he soon lost track of what part of his body was where, focused only on the place they were joined together so intimately. The pressure in his loins boiled and ached, and he gritted his teeth, pleading, “Yes, there, please, please, please—!”

Mr. Heiss roared, slamming upward into Indy so hard that his vision exploded with stars and he screamed as he came. Each wave of his cock spilling between their bodies was a taste of heaven, the pleasure bolstered by Mr. Heiss’s own load flooding his hole while he was still spasming.

It was good.

So fucking good.

Good and amazing and holy shit, it felt like he was still coming with the way Mr. Heiss continued to grind up inside of him. When Mr. Heiss finally stopped, Indy was certain part of his brain had indeed been fucked right out and was somewhere over there on the floor. He was sated, happy, and he couldn’t stop smiling.

Yeah, that had felt… different.

But in a nice way.

Not a weird, is this a new kink sort of way.

Indy remained limp against Mr. Heiss, turning his head to mouth at Mr. Heiss’s neck with one final moan. He took a deep breath and wiggled in close, grinning from ear to ear. “Mmm, damn.”