I pull away from his mouth, kiss his chin, his throat, the little dip just above his collarbone. My tongue traces a path down his chest, over his abdomen, tickling him, making him squirm some more, making him curse the vines that hold his hands and feet captive. I slide my tongue under his waistband. He closes his eyes, panting slightly. With both hands I unfasten his belt, unbutton his jeans, ever so slowly tug at the zipper, wondering if Humans and Demons are compatible.
Preliminary research determines that, yes, they certainly are.
I move up his body again, close my teeth gently on one nipple. I draw my tongue over his nipple and turn to pay the same attention to the other one. He whimpers again. My fingers find their way down his body, beneath his jeans, sliding round his firm buttocks, lifting him to me. He sucks on my earlobe and moves his hips against me, enticing.