I'm a captain of the tennis team. Hm, hard work DOES pay off.
Dimitri was using the colorful parts of the language, making such unforeseen combination that it was no wonder that he ended up in Hell, foul-mouthing Elsa’s mother, father, and anything that the demon ever touched. Unfortunately, he was stopped in the middle of a long tirade and only muffled gasps came. Dimitri chewed bitterly at the black cloth. He saw nothing, but he heard everything he ever needed to know about what was going to happen. And let me tell you, Dimitri wasn’t thrilled, not all. He began fighting against he binds again, tossing his pretty blonde head around, practically growling his frustration. Sweat was standing out on his creamy skin and the moon, being particularly cold hearted, couldn’t help but peek into the window, its pale face contorted with amusement. And the man could have sworn on his own grave that he heard the stars of Hell’s heavens leer up above.
With clothes gone and a realization dawning upon him that they were both in the nude, Dimitri felt the urgency ever more prick at his insides. His attempts to throw off the demon only left him moaning against the gag. That damn knee of deamon’s! He threw his head back, arching, wriggling under Elsa’s hold, basking in pain and hotness of the other’s mouth against his stomach and chest.