"I was foolish," Zira started to say, intending to explain that he knew he ought to have spoken with Crowley, before making any rash decisions. His words were cut short by the heat of Crowley's mouth, lips mashed together, teeth clacking as tongues wrestled for dominance.
Zira's hips swayed. The weight of his cock pressed against Crowley, and as his arousal grew, the resistance of his chastity device tightened. He rolled his hips, trying to create friction against his sex, knowing he would find no relief until his love permitted it.