Host took deep breaths while there were no coals on his hands. He was so glad he didn’t need them a lot, but he knew he would be in a lot of pain for the next week or so.
He cried out once more when the coal was pressed against his cheek, whimpering. “N-no.”.
Good choice. Google would have had to do quite a many unpleasant things to Host’s eyes and mouth.
“Very well. I trust you will keep your word. For now, however,” he said as he sat on the table, crotch slightly lower than the other’s head. “You have more work to do.”
Host would of course not keep his word. He always said he would’t do it again, but did. Dark was aware of that already, not that it bothered either of them.
“Shall I guess?”, Host said, even though he wouldn’t even have to. He knew what Google wanted to do.
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