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Paz put the veggies into a frying pan with some oil and spices (which they had also gotten, because Trent sure as hell didn’t have spices in his cabinets). “I suppose I do,” Paz answered.
That doesn’t seem too certain. Is it all the screaming?Trent joked.
“They really can be quite loud,” Paz sighed. “No, I suppose… I suppose it gets a bit lonely. It was fun for so long, getting to live so many lives, learning so many mortal things. I’ve experienced so many places, so many jobs, so many types of people. I have seen the best and the worst of humanity. I’ve learned so much. But at some point, things just got… I don’t know… stale? It’s part of why Arioch was able to talk me into that stupid exorcism thing. That, and the kid was really excited about it, and he was a nice kid. I probably only get a host who isn’t hostile once every few decades. Even so, I’ve never had a host like you, Trent.”
You don’t take all your hosts sex toy shopping? Trent flirted.
“No, I really don’t. I’ve actually never done anything like that with a host before,” Paz admitted. “I rarely ever give hosts any control over their bodies. Honestly, it usually requires a lot of energy to do that. It feels… unnatural, and part of me slips away. It usually isn’t very safe.”
Shit, Paz. Don’t do it then! I don’t want to risk you, Trent demanded. He didn’t want Paz in danger.I don’t need to taste the pasta, even though it looks amazing. And as much as I’m looking forward to… you know, brown bag activities… your safety is more important. I’d rather have you to chat with than an orgasm.Trent paused before adding,Even if it is a really good orgasm.
Paz paused in stirring the sauce, putting the spoon carefully down on the spoon holder thingy (it probably had a name, but Trent couldn’t remember what it was). The silence stretched for a minute, and Trent was about to ask if everything was okay when Paz responded.
“I’ve never… I don’t even know what to say, Trent. You really are amazing. Thank you.” Paz picked up the spoon and started stirring again, clearing his throat. “Anyway, you don’t need to worry about me. For some reason, with you, it’s really easy and seamless to give you control or feeling. I don’t feel like I’m slipping away—I’m still right here with you. So don’t worry about me.”
Trent absorbed that for a minute, then he asked,If you don’t care for possessions anymore, why don’t you do something else? There must be a ton of jobs in hell.
Paz took the boiling pasta and drained it into a colander in the sink (something else Trent hadn’t owned before), then he tossed it into the pan with the veggies and sauce. He even did some fancy flipping thing where everything flew up out of the pan and landed gracefully back in.
I’m suitably impressed,Trent commented.But this is also from the guy who can ruin food in the microwave.
Paz laughed, plating the meal and heading to the kitchen table. He sat, took a taste, chewed, then took a second bite, which Trent had the pleasure of tasting. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped him.
Ohmygod, that is so good, Trent commented.But you aren’t going to distract me with your culinary artistry. Seriously—you’ve already improved my life. Maybe you need your own intervention. Maybe it’s time to find a new job.
Trent tried not to think about his ulterior motives. With Paz off possessing other people, who knew where the demon would end up. Chances were slim they’d be in the same area. But if Paz was working in hell… well, maybe he could pop in for a visit. Or a date.
Pas just sighed. “It isn’t quite that easy,” he replied. “Enjoy a few more bites before we move on to enjoying other things.”
Trent was once again distracted and turned on, but he made a note to bring up the whole changing jobs thing again. Later. He also tried not to think about the fact that Paz was effectively feeding him, which was kind of sexy. At this point, everything was pretty sexy, because that brown paper bag was waiting, and although it was one body, Trent felt like he was about to go have sex with someone for the first time.
Chapter
Thirteen
TOYS ARE ALWAYS FUN
Paz didn’t rush through dinner, but he sure as hell didn’t dawdle either, and after he placed the plate and pot and pan in the sink, mumbling about cleaning up later, he grabbed the brown bag and headed into the bedroom.
Fuck.
Paz opened the bag and placed the items on the nightstand one at a time. Trent knew what they were, but he still felt the thrill of anticipation with each one. A fleshlight, tan and smooth on the outside and ridged with bumps on the inside. A prostate massager, black and curved with a remote to make it vibrate. Nipple clamps connected together with a thin metal chain, which sort of made Trent nervous but also wildly turned him on. And last but not least, lube.
“What should we try first?” Paz asked, moving his hand from one item to the next. Trent tried not to groan, but he must have made some sort of sound or something, because Paz stopped with his hand resting on the nipple clamps.
Fuck.
It didn’t take Paz long to strip out of his clothes and lay down on the bed naked, his legs splayed out. He ran his handsgently along his body, and as he reached each part, it woke up to sensation for Trent.
He felt hands running down his chest, gently tweaking each nipple until they were hard little pebbles. He felt those hands skate down his chest, over his stomach, gently tracing down to the groove in his hips. It was almost ticklish but it also felt good, and his hips wanted to jerk in response, only he couldn't move them.
Shit, that was hot.
Then Paz was gently fondling his balls, and Trent could feel his dick begging for attention. It was rising up, half hard, and Paz moved his hand up and gently circled his fingers around the base.
Trent moaned, his cock getting harder, and Paz’s hand (because it didn’t feel like his) gently stroked his cock, squeezing as it rose up his length.
The gentle stroking continued until Trent was panting and his cock was rock hard. Then Paz reached over, twisting Trent’s body a bit, and grabbed the nipple clamps.
