Grabbing him by his nape, Dante squeezed until Jester stopped moving. After a few seconds, he ripped Jester's black suit with his long claws, leaving long bloody marks in the supple white flesh of Jester's lower back and thighs. Jester renewed his struggles with even more energy. Unfazed, Dante simply squeezed harder while he spread Jester's knees with his own, digging his claws in the devil's neck. Jester could only cough and let out small strangled cries.

Satisfied that the obnoxious voice was finally reduced to silence, or close, Dante grinned, eyes flashing red, and undid the fly of his brown pants with one hand with relative ease before taking his painfully hard cock out and burying himself deep inside Jester. The buffoon let out a muffled cry, but Dante didn't hear it. Nothing existed for him in this moment other than his body's need for a warm hole to fuck, and Jester's body deliciously hot and tight around him, squeezing him hard. Holding on to Jester's throat and grabbing his hip for leverage, he slowly pulled back, smiling at the voiceless gasp that escaped Jester's painted lips, then rammed back into him.