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If one were especially nosy and looked through the fogged up windows of this particular Demonio 666 one would quickly realise why they were so fogged up.
Mammon pulled MC closer, kissing them deeply. His hand cupping their cheek as his tongue demanded entry to their mouth, teasing, tasting. For a moment he caught his breath, resting his forehead against theirs.
"Yer got no idea what ya do to me, yer really don't."
MC ran their hand inside Mammon's shirt, across his firm chest, their nails skirting one nipple before tweaking it lightly. "Oh I don't know," they said with a cheeky grin. "I reckon it's probably pretty similar to the way you make me feel."
Mammon's hands were making short work of MC's shirt buttons, as he kissed along their jaw, down their neck, sucking, nibbling, biting. MC's hands ran through his hair, giggling as his fangs grazed lightly across sensitive skin. MC could feel Mammon's lips moving against their neck, curving in a smile that answered their giggles.
"Absolutely the cutest," Mammon whispered in their ear before nipping their earlobe lightly, delighting in MC's shivered response.
MC ran a hand over Mammon's firm thigh, caressing, teasing, walking their fingers up to his belt buckle.
Mammon hissed lightly, catching his breath. "You sure?' he asked, looking deep into MC's eyes.
"You don't want to?" asked MC, pouting in mock innocence, eyelashes fluttering in hopeful seduction.
"Well," Mammon coughed, looking slightly panicked for a moment, blushing. "Course I want to, it's just whether you want to here ."
"Ohh," said MC, "Well we've done it in your car before . . ."
"Yeah," agreed Mammon. "That's true."
Grasping MC's shirt front he pulled them closer again, grinning as MC straddled his lap. Mammon ran his hands over MC's ass, squeezing, kneading, desperate to feel them, greedy for their touch.
There was an angry knock on the car window.
MC sighed, slumping back into the seat as Mammon wound down the steamy window a notch.
"Yeah? Waddya want?"
Outside the window a fussy man, with a fussy moustache and a cranky expression frowned at him.
"We've had this conversation before. I've got your brother on speed dial!" he threatened. "I could ring Lucifer this minute!"
Mammon grimaced, then grinned apologetically at MC who smiled wickedly in return. As they exited the vehicle, giggling madly together, the car dealer waved his DDD at their rapidly retreating backs, Lucifer's number visible on the screen.
"I don't care if you're a lord of the Devildom and an Avatar of Sin, you can't keep doing this in my car dealership!"`