It was unfair to feel this good and yet so awful. It completely immobilized Kev, made his mind simply shut off. He wanted to stay existing here in this space that smelled of s*x and blood and just focus on the connection he felt with Archer. He knew everything was ending, and now that he was spent and would have to be moving again, his limbs seemed too tired to work. He stared at his come across the tile, glowing, a confession for all other demons to see.
“Hey,” said Archer suddenly. “Is yours here?”
“My what?” asked Kev, unable to look at him.
“Your soul, Kev.”
Kev looked up. Archer adjusted his boxers and peered down the shelves the way they came.
“Should be.” And it’d be pulled out of storage and used to punish him permanently. Unless…“Are you saying I should steal it after you lea
