"As my prince, commands," the demon purred. He was eager to please. Perhaps later when left alone to his favored darkness and silence, Maverick would kick and chastise himself for how pathetic he was behaving, for how quickly he fell under the demon's spell and fell all over himself to to please. But, those were not thoughts for now.
Instead all Maverick could think of as he clambered into the tub and atop his liege's lap was the way his skin felt against his fingertips or the way his eyes glowed with arrogant confidence. The older man did not care about how there really wasn't enough room for two fully grown men in the tub or how the water splashed and spilled over the sides.
His lips were already sealed against a pulse point, sucking, nipping, teasing as they trailed down across a sharp collarbone and over the edge of a strong shoulder. Maverick groaned as his hands once more splayed up against firm sides and rippled abs. He was hungry again and only Senji's touch could satiate him.