He doesn’t need to asked twice. He shuffles down her, awkward enough to make the incubi staring snicker, but he’s got senses only for her.

“I want to finish inside you.” He slips his fingers out of her with a wet suck - and that distracts him entirely from staring at her. He stares at his hand, shining from her slick, then stuffs his fingers into his mouth to clean them off. She tastes magnificent and at any other time he’d have buried his face under her skirt to lap at the very source until she was writhing - but his cock is achingly hard again and he’s as glazed as her.

There’s no artistry to how he penetrates her, he simply grabs his own cock, lines himself up as he settles his hips over her, and shoves himself in, not stopping until his hips are seated against hers. He nearly comes just from straight away - he curls over her for a second and pants hard, his face pressed into the side of hers