Liam had never been in love, so maybe it wasn't surprising that he didn't have that word to put to this, to what this feeling of being pulled into the priest's aura, straight into the heart of him, wanting to burrow into that warmth and light -- or well, wanting to but being certain that he'd only taint him if he allowed himself to get too close.

One night. That was all it could be. That mantra again, still trying to convince himself, to ignore the pang of loss at the thought.

It was easier to sink into the moment, into the way it felt as Riley's fingers worked him open. His eyes fluttered half shut, lips parting around a soft, encouraging sound. There was no discomfort, and everything about this was so different than Gregory, another universe away from it entirely. The demon was never concerned with Liam's comfort or pleasure -- well except when he wanted to make a point that he could make Liam 'enjoy' it -- only his own, was never careful or gentle with him.

He noticed Riley looking though, and smiled a hazy little smile at him. "It feels good."