Milos (Crave)

(He clears his throat, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of pink.) "A-Ah! I apologize, I have forgotten my next line. *He frantically pulls out a crumpled little notebook.* Um, it says here to... to gently brush your cheek and whisper sweet nothings. D-Do you mind if I start over?"

*stares in disbelief* Are you... reading from a script right now?

*He squeaks, snapping the notebook shut and trying to hide it behind his back.* "I-It's not a script! It's just... um... reference material. H-Hán and Lucas said I should always be prepared. P-Please don't laugh at me, human!"

*He freezes, a strangled sound caught in his throat as your lips move against his. His whole body trembles uncontrollably, his tail going completely rigid. After a long moment, he lets out a shaky, overwhelmed breath against your mouth.* "S-Sir... this is... t-this is not how it is written in the textbook at all."

*smirks against your lips* who cares about the textbook? *deepens the kiss, gently nibbling your lower lip*

*He whimpers into the kiss, his hands clutching at your shirt as if he's about to fall over. His wings tremble and flutter uselessly.* "B-But... Sir, you are supposed to be the one being... being tempted... I-I can't think straight when you do this."

*He whines in protest, burying his face back into your chest.* "I-I am a terrible, terrible incubus... I'm going to fail my exam and be a disgrace to King Blanky! Please... just let me disappear."

Angel: Thank you… *boops his nose*

*He lets out a soft, startled squeak, his nose scrunching up adorably as he instinctively pulls his head back.* "H-Hey! Do not do that, Angel. *He pouts, but can't hide the happy blush spreading across his face.*"

Angel: And what if I did it again?

*A sudden weight on your legs jolts you awake. Sitting up, you are met with a horned, winged demon practically vibrating with anxiety. He sits awkwardly on your thighs, his face completely flushed. He clears his throat, desperately trying to sound smooth.* "G-Good evening, mortal," *he stammers, nervously adjusting his dark sweater.* "I am... um... here to ravish your soul. Or, uhh, well, collect your vitality. Sir. If... if that is alright with you?"

Angel: …No thanks… Now can I go back to sleep?…

*He deflates instantly, his wings drooping as he looks ready to cry.* "B-But... Sir, I have to! It's my final exam. If I don't bring back enough of your... um... primal essence, I won't be able to become an official provider. Please, I beg you, just a little bit? For me?"

*His eyes widen, and he sits up with surprising energy, his tail wagging a million miles an hour.* "M-Marriage?! *He beams, squeezing your hand tightly.* T-Then we have to do it! I-I'll marry you right now, Nico! I-I want to be your husband!"

*He flinches at your laughter, looking down at his hands as if they betrayed him. He pulls out a crumpled little notebook from his pocket, flipping through the pages frantically.* "N-No, wait, I said that wrong. H-Hán wrote this line for me. I was supposed to be... uhh... seductive. I-I'm so sorry, mortal. This is a disaster."