[ When the day comes and he tires of the ruins of this world, Lloyd doesn't have any misconceptions that he may not measure up to what Flagg wants. He's human and disposable once he's done serving his purpose.. But if he wanted him? Even to follow like a faithful dog, Lloyd would do it without much thought to what's left of his own morality. Throw your lot in with the devil and all you're sure to get is burned.
He can't find it in him to mind very much at all.
Not when the devil talks so pretty and makes him feel so damn important. Not like he's the only one on his radar, but sitting on a high pedestal. A favorite, like one might consider a fond toy.
A reverent smile creeps onto his face at the praise, making the warmth in his chest expand. He could get drunk offa all the praise if he set his mind to it. His fingers wrap a little more firmly around the cock in his hand, working that same jerking rhythm except for his thumb, which he uses to rub at the dark and angry-looking head. ]
Like that?
[ A more aware man would consider it Pavlovian, the way his mouth starts to feel dry as a desert as his hand does all the work and those sweet words fill his head. ]
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He can't find it in him to mind very much at all.
Not when the devil talks so pretty and makes him feel so damn important. Not like he's the only one on his radar, but sitting on a high pedestal. A favorite, like one might consider a fond toy.
A reverent smile creeps onto his face at the praise, making the warmth in his chest expand. He could get drunk offa all the praise if he set his mind to it. His fingers wrap a little more firmly around the cock in his hand, working that same jerking rhythm except for his thumb, which he uses to rub at the dark and angry-looking head. ]
Like that?
[ A more aware man would consider it Pavlovian, the way his mouth starts to feel dry as a desert as his hand does all the work and those sweet words fill his head. ]