Start with some frottage

You take his hand and draw him onto the cloak with you, standing face-to-face. He swallows hard as you place your hands on his hips and slowly work his underwear down, pushing the waistband down over his ass first before finally letting his cock spring free. His hard rod slaps against yours and he draws a sharp breath.

"Okay?" you ask, swaying ever so slightly from side to side, letting your cockhead rub against his shaft.

He nods and licks dry lips. "I've just never been this close to a naked guy before."

"But you've thought about it," you say, remembering what he told you before.

"Yeah, but that doesn't make me gay," he insists.

"There's nothing wrong with being gay," you say. "Besides, if you like both dick and pussy, then you're bisexual. That's how all demons are. Well, most of us, anyway. There's a few who defy sexual conventions and prefer one gender exclusively, and they're welcome to their choices. As are you. If you decide you really don't like fucking a male, I can change my form to female."

His eyes grow wide. "You can do that?"

"Of course. Given enough energy, demons can change their form at will. Of course, a full gender reassignment will take a lot of energy. We'd need to fuck at least four or five times. But that way, we'd know you were making an informed decision, at least. Now, enough talking." You wrap your arms around his waist and slide up against his body, trapping your throbbing cocks between you. He stands stiff against you, arms held awkwardly at his sides. "Touch me," you whisper, turning your face against his neck and nuzzling the soft skin below his ear. "Hold me."

As you kiss and lick and suck at his neck, you rock your hips in deliberate, languid strokes, rubbing against his stomach, the precum bubbling from your cock and slicking his warm skin. You can feel his shaft next to yours, the friction making your breath quicken. After a moment, he seems to melt against you, softening slowly, except for his cock, which actually feels like it grows harder. His hands brush against your hips and slide up your back. Then he's clutching at you, like a drowning man clinging for dear life, his body shuddering as he gives in to his desires and begins to rut against you, his ragged, **** breaths loud in your ear.

"That's it," you groan against his neck. "Oh, that feels so good." You shiver with pleasure, your twitching cock coating both your stomachs in a thick slick of precum, a natural adaptation to help lubricate any situation. Now, you slide your hand between your bodies, the warm fluid covering your palm as you wrap your hand around both of your cocks, and begin to stroke them.

"Oh, shit!" he gasps, his grip on your tightening, his hips jerking at the sudden rush of stimulation. You pump both shafts a few times, then turn your attention to the slippery knobs, holding both in your hand and rolling them together. The sensation is almost too intense for you, and demons have an impressively high threshold, so it's no wonder when he whimpers and tries to squirm out of your grasp. "I can't; too much," he pants. You slide your hand back down your shafts, stroking both throbbing rods until he begins to rut urgently in your hand.

"Are you going to cum?" you ask him, slowing your strokes to delay the inevitable.

"Yes, yes, please!" he moans. "Please let me cum!"

"Do you trust me?" you ask, placing a gentle kiss on the side of his neck. For some reason, those words mean a lot to you and you want to hear them again.

"Yes, I trust you."