_{maybe hate isn’t the term he should’ve used. resentment’s a little closer. he doesn’t hate Ky, just being owned by him. being a pet doesn’t suit him — he’s too feral to be tamed and too stubborn to break. his arguments are futile and he knew the only way to get the other demon to leave him alone is to give him what he wants. if it keeps him out of chains for a little while longer then he could forget his dislike for physical contact. he almost craves it now; fingers knotted in Ky’s hair, teeth catching his lip to provoke some kind of a response in him. Ky’lar started this by kissing his neck so he should either finish it or stop trying to distract him that way altogether.}

_{there was no response at first : letting caleb do what he wanted was amusement in it’s own way. ky never was one to respond unless he wanted to —- even more so when he didn’t care for someone. caleb though, he was an exception as he leaned into the other’s fingers, and let a moan escape his lips. for now, he was going to give the other what he craved. for now.}