Third Person POV:
Dice was relaxing until he heard his boss walk in. No, stumbled in. They were drunk. Dice had seen the way their tail wagged, their ears pointed downward, he knew when they were drunk. They fell next to Dice on their bed. They purred loudly, they sat up, then they barely were able to draw a circle on Dice's chest. Dice quietly moaned and The Devil pulled him in closely. They moved their hands down from his chest to the top of his thighs. Dice looked down, seduced, practically drooling from the mouth.
"B-Boss...~"
"My King~"
Dice was moaning and The Devil gently rubbed on Dice's thighs. His hourglass-like shape made it easy to rub up and down. Then, Dice felt his pants being unbuttoned.
"B-Boss- No..~" He said, and then felt his guts churning. He looked down and he was being fingered. He could barely speak, it was too much to handle. He only let out some moans..loud moans. The Devil had stopped and stared at him seductively. He had clearly not failed. Dice's face was a bright purple, his legs were closing in on each other. The Devil had started to unbutton Dice's coat, then took off his shirt. He was a very muscular feminine body type. To be excepted. He hasn't had top or bottom surgery. The Devil's tongue fell straight out.
"*hic* Dicey..~" The Devil caressed his open chest.
The die-headed man blushed excitedly. He moaned every bit of where Devi had touched. Devi had traced his body with his paw, when he got back to his thighs, he rubbed them up and down again. Dice's smooth skin and Devi's loose grasp made Dice moan. Until they heard a knock on the door. The Devil snapped and Dice was clothed again. His face was still completely purple and drooling, but whoever was there surely wouldn't notice. Right? Wrong. It was Sticker.
"Ahem-" He blinked twice and saw Dice completely purple.
"We've been having many noise complaints. So whatever you two are doing, please stop."
The Devil grumbled, nodded, and slammed the door. He sat behind Dice on the bed and started to massage his shoulders.
