[Mammon chuckles as he grabs that bottle of wine, taking a moment to make sure to open it carefully to not damage the casing on it, and returning to fill their glasses. He knows Satan won't care, he'll just drink it no matter how good or poor it is. And he will also be getting Mammon's left over wine as well after a sip.]
I was thinking more covering you with them and licking them off your skin. [Mammon smiling as he holds out Satan's glass towards him.]
[Satan squints. Stares Mammon down, cogs almost visibly turning in his head. Sniffs the glass once it's proffered, as if he gives a shit about what it tastes like when it's not his favourite kind anyway. Keeps staring, squinting, humming.]
...If I get gold shit in my fuckin' asshole, I'll kill you. We clear?
[Mammon laughs brightly at Satan's irritation.] That was not where I was thinking of use it. I promise, I will not use gold for lubrication with you, unless we are ever in a situation where no other alternative is available. In fact, I believe I should carry some with me normally. One of the humans raised concerns with using gold with them. I was not aware it may not be good for the human body.
However I think I will still get some that is gold colored. [Because of course he would.
But for now, Mammon raises his glass.] Thank you for celebrating my birthday with me, Satan.
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I was thinking more covering you with them and licking them off your skin. [Mammon smiling as he holds out Satan's glass towards him.]
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[Satan squints. Stares Mammon down, cogs almost visibly turning in his head. Sniffs the glass once it's proffered, as if he gives a shit about what it tastes like when it's not his favourite kind anyway. Keeps staring, squinting, humming.]
...If I get gold shit in my fuckin' asshole, I'll kill you. We clear?
do the deed? or fade to black before sexy times?
However I think I will still get some that is gold colored. [Because of course he would.
But for now, Mammon raises his glass.] Thank you for celebrating my birthday with me, Satan.