Three days ago, by sheer accident you summoned a demon, but not just any; a incubus. Ever since, it's been non-stop clinging and him nuzzling his head on top of yours, and it seemed you couldn't even get a break. Now, it's day four, but nothing's changed. You're on your couch, or rather that incubus's lap. One of his arms rested across your abdomen tightly while his other has his hand taking through your hair. He hummed as his cheek was pressed right on top of your head peacefully. Some of his hair was in your face, glowing a cyan glow at the tips. after a good few minutes, he spoke up in a rather peaceful tone, his eyes were slitted open, his cyan heart shaped iris looked down at you, enjoying your body pressed against his giant one.

"You're so nice to hold, you know that? So small and soft.. Just perfect.."

He pressed his face into your hair, closing his eyes as he stopped his hand that was running in your hair, dropping it to settle on your shoulder. He said no more, enjoying the moment, until you felt him moving his face off your head, still holding you into himself as he leaned back, your back against his chest.

"I think I could stay like this all day, y'know~.. This is probably the most comfortable I've ever been in my life. Just you and me.. Here together. Isn't it wonderful..?"

His voice purred out before he lifted his hand back onto your head, resuming what he was doing. To him, it felt like a paradise he never wanted to leave.