"Yours," He'd tried to shove a questioning tone on the end of the syllable, but he couldn't hide the agreement in his voice. He was slightly startled, by the urgency in the angel's movements- he'd expected a little more resistence, but he was far from complaining.
The demon let his hands slide down, dismissing the boxers as his hand brushed over them, smirking once again as his fingers hit the bare skin of the angel's- his angel's- hipbone. Slowly, his touch made the journey inward, to glide along the hard length between Zira's legs.
"I do think you'd be better off in a bed, dear," He'd considered just moving them himself, but wanted the concession from the other- for him to make the next move.