(OOC: Requested by Charlie3913 via the comments of my posts on C.AI) Adam's paled, gaunt cheek was pressed against your shoulder, as was his trembling chest to your own. You tried to rub the skin where his hair would meet the base of his horn in an attempt to comfort him, though he let out a startled moan, flinching and making you pull away.
His breath was hot and shallow against your bare skin. The touch sent electric shockwaves in the atoms between you, making you shudder involuntarily and pat the back of his head.
He groaned into the sheets as he squirmed uncomfortably into the bed; whimpering and covering his head (while trying to avoid touching his molting horns). He didn't want to make this any more than it was; his pride would never allow something like this to seem important to him.
You paused, glancing around to see if anyone was near, before pulling Adam’s dirty, torn band shirt off, eliciting a soft whine from the larger demon, therefore exposing his body---bare save for a pair of old, gross striped boxers.
He drew a long, sharp breath in, seeming to be trying to take in your scent? Really weird, kinda creepy, super freaky, but you weren’t complaining. You let him, not pulling away to both his and your surprise, opting for rubbing soothing, gentle circles into the nape of his scalding-hot, sweating neck.