"Not a girl, Kane~, and you're not squishy like those mortals, " Tyki chuckled, running his hand down the artist's side lightly. It may have been a small difference but it was an important difference none the less.
Like so many times before, he regretted not having met the other incubus when he was still - what was the word, unblemished? He would never experience the sensation of smooth skin under his hands, never. In his eyes that was an utter shame.