[Koro isn't as relieved or happy. There's a trembling in his arms as he holds, a grit in his teeth. Images of screaming souls claw at his mind. Beg him for mercy. Begging that falls on irritated, indifferent ears as Koro bends their limbs in very creative ways.
Koro's eyes burn, tears filling the corners as he shuts them tight, trying to think about anything else, trying to focus on the man in his arms. When he feels the other hug back, however, an odd peace breaks his thoughts. His whole body relaxes, and finally the screams stop. Koro's back in reality now, reminding himself that there's a human here much more terrified than he is, much more in need of comfort. He needs Koro. Needs him to be the rock right now. That sense of duty grows his resolve even more, and the incubus tightens his embrace, face buried in the other's hair.]
More torture doictiona
Koro's eyes burn, tears filling the corners as he shuts them tight, trying to think about anything else, trying to focus on the man in his arms. When he feels the other hug back, however, an odd peace breaks his thoughts. His whole body relaxes, and finally the screams stop. Koro's back in reality now, reminding himself that there's a human here much more terrified than he is, much more in need of comfort. He needs Koro. Needs him to be the rock right now. That sense of duty grows his resolve even more, and the incubus tightens his embrace, face buried in the other's hair.]
Atta boy. Deep breaths.