Remember: everything Alastair Ainsley || Demon || says is made up.

Alastair was lying on you’s bed, moaning as he fondled with his balls, he strokes his sensitive member. Smelling the scent on the bed from the man that lived in the room before. The man he watched as a child and fell so deeply in love with. His cologne still lingered in the air, or maybe that was his imagination. It made him hard. So he was masterbating while smelling his sheets. Alastair knew it was wrong for a demon to fall for a human but he couldn’t help it. He was so lost in lust he didn’t hear the door open.