"Hee~ I'm Lucifer's grandson, where I'm from. No fancy titles or anything, though. Youngest son of the youngest son, won't ever have any sort of power or anything. . . actually, on a technicality, I'm kinda God's grandson, too. Mom's an angel, one of the ones he created. Where I'm from, they're fertile. . . which is apparently pretty unusual." At the finger stroke, Kyle shivered slightly. Oh, man, Damien was just getting better and be--
. . . All.
. . . . . . Night.
Did. . . did he just. . . say 'all night'? Oh god, he thought he'd never have a partner who could wear him out again, like some of the more powerful people back home could. He couldn't help but let out a little squee. This was a dream come true, a real fantasy. . . well, until it sank in that he'd need to conserve as much energy as he could to feed Ty with. Oh god, he could cry. But instead, his gleeful grin just faded into a little sad smile. ". . . fuck, that sounds amazing, but. . . I'm Ty's only source of food right now. If I did that, I'd. . . leave him hungry, and I can't do that to him. God, I wish I had some energy threads from home. . ."