He's a Demon, He's a Devil, He's a Doll
"The Oni part of me…" He squeezed Gorou's waist, his hand easily covering most of it, and the shudder that the action elicited didnt go unnoticed. "Wants to ruin you, General Gorou," He rasped, an uncertain smile on his face- the words were a matter of fact, but speaking them aloud like this gave them weight. Gave them truth- like he was admitting it to himself, and to Gorou now, too- what the demon side of him was demanding.
It was liberating, in a way, and hearing the little gasp he earned in response was enough to encourage him to continue.
"For anyone else. For any other man, so no one else can ever touch you," he continued, a little more bold, and Gorou's breath hitched audibly, eyes almost visibly glazing over as a shudder ran through his smaller body, deft hands undoing Itto's belt and slipping into the front of his pants.