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and horns, which also went down.  But when he looked back to the floor, he saw something else hadn’t gone down at all.  The demon’s hard length was tenting the front of his pants.  Julian’s body shook as a tremor ran through him at the sight.
    I’m not gay.
    But if he keeps looking at me like he is now, I’d let him do anything he wanted. 
    Carreau stepped back, the residual body heat from the male going with him.  Now that Julian wasn’t basking in the demon’s warmth, he felt bereft.  Julian watched the man head toward Olivier and settle into one of the chairs surrounding the poker table.  Carreau kept glancing Julian’s way, his eyes darkened with need, but he tried to go back to unaffected and bored.  He failed at the attempt. 
    The demon sat back in the seat.  He grasped cards Olivier offered in his large, long-fingered hand, which he gazed at with eyes so pale blue, they now appeared white from where Julian stood.  Julian’s ass throbbed around the thick impalement, and his gaze drifted to where Carreau’s cock still tented his pants.  According to Olivier, the male was bigger than the thick phallus stuck inside him now.  Would it hurt to have a man that large inside him?
    A demon.  Not a man.
    It didn’t matter.  Julian wanted him all the same.  Had Olivier done something to him?  Made him lust after a male when he was a raging heterosexual?  Then why wasn’t Julian attracted to Olivier?  Olivier was just as handsome and masculine, but he just missed something.  There was some kind of aura Carreau had that Olivier didn’t.
    “If you keep berating me mentally, Julian, I’ll have to take it out on your flesh,” Olivier said loudly, his back to Julian.  “And you’re here for a reason, remember?  Get to work.”
    Julian scowled, but the expression left as Carreau cast a look his way under hooded lids.  After a moment, Carreau turned back to his cards, the connection severed.  Julian rested his head against the wall, sweat beading on his body.  His control was frayed.  He didn’t want to move on the shaft because it would make Olivier happy.  But he did want to move on the shaft, simply because he wanted Carreau’s stare on him.
    He rolled his hips gently and slowly, impaling himself a little deeper.  The sensation was incredible.  He bit back a moan and closed his eyes.  After that, his body began moving on its own, coming down on the hard phallus over and over again, the cold marble absorbing his body heat and burning him from the inside out.  He varied the thrusts, trying not to come too quickly.
    Julian felt something on his cock, and he opened his eyes.  Carreau was inches from him, grasping his cock at the root.  Julian’s motions made Carreau’s hand move slightly, and the demon let out a shaky breath.
    “Can I touch you as you move?” Carreau nearly whispered, his eyes black as coal again.
    Julian nodded his head, knowing he wanted nothing but Carreau’s hand on his shaft.  The demon started pumping Julian’s length as Julian fucked himself on the marble.  He locked gazes with the tall male and opened his lips some, his breath coming in short, measured pants.  Sweat beaded and rolled down his back and abs, his entire body shaking with need.
    “Do you like the way I’m touching you, Julian?”
    Julian nodded his head, not trusting his voice to work.
    “Good, because I like the way you feel in my hand,” Carreau answered, his head cocking to the side as he watched Julian intently.  “I want to feel your cum in my hand.  Can you give that to me, too?”
    Julian’s knees wobbled, and he lost his momentum a second, but he quickly caught himself and rolled his hips faster, pumping his flesh into Carreau’s hand.  He closed his eyes, his orgasm coming closer and closer.
    “Don’t close your eyes,” Carreau whispered.  “I want to see your beautiful brown eyes when you come in my hand.”
    Julian let out a moan and looked up at the demon.  He