Snake blinked. For a fleeting second, it seemed as if the spell had been broken. He looked at Tiras in such disbelief. It passed quickly. Tiras was an incubus, after all, literally built for sex and pleasure. And Snake was painfully hard for him, oh so eager to be wrapped up inside him.

His tongue darted over his lips and he wedged a hand between them to guide his throbbing cock to Tiras’ hole. Snake was already leaking and he took a moment to smear the precum against that tight ring of muscle. And with the slightest shift of his hips, that swollen head pressed inside, through the natural resistance until it felt like Tiras’ body was sucking him inside.

Dark eyes rolled back and a loud moan sounded as his cock sank into that searing heat. Tiras’ felt impossibly tight around him and, for a second, he couldn’t breathe. It was like Tiras was made for his dick, gripping it so perfectly. Once he was fully seated, Snake panted for breath but opened his eyes to peer down the incubus with hungry eyes.

“How do you like it?” Slow and steady? A fast, hard fuck? What would Tiras like best?