I pull Iblis off my dick and tug the mask off, taking some of his hair with it. Such a beautiful man; high cheekbones, bright blue eyes, and perfect full lips that cover my cock like velvet. “Eyes on me, pretty boy.” When Iblis looks up, his eyes cause another chip in my heart. I don’t know how to make it better for him. How to fix the stains and cracks of our history that bleed violently into our present. But I can give him what he needs, even if it kills me.
