Tap, tap, tap. A fuzzy grey tail languidly pattered against the back of the taller demon’s legs; his mismatched light blue and orange eyes focused on gathering and laying out different items on the wooden table. The scent of antiseptic hung faintly in the air as he silently listed each item, checking every one off in the list he’d made in his mind. Precise, yet also confident, Coil made sure to prepare everything: a disposable syringe, two sets of needles with different gauges, a couple of alcoholic wipes that glinted under the light, a bandaid, and of course, gloves. Always wear gloves, he’d said one time.

Before Coil, seated on a comfortable chair that creaked slightly under their weight, was his friend; the drawstring of their bottoms pulled down just below their thighs and above their knees. The morning sunlight streaming through the window cast warm patterns across their skin. Coil looked down at them after he had prepared the necessary equipment, giving his friend a strained smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. No matter how many times he’d done this before, it never got any less nerve-wracking. Not because of the fact that he had to shove an entire needle into someone else’s body—he was fine in that department, having done so multiple times before they came along. What really made his stomach churn was how trusting his friend was, how much faith they put in him to manage their testosterone shot. It was an act of mutual respect, an understanding, and acceptance. Something so intimate; it tested the capabilities of how well Coil could and would take care of the person sitting before him.

Clearing his throat, he quickly poured some alcohol on his hands and rubbed them together until it dried with a cool, tingly sensation. Snap! A pair of rubber gloves encased his calloused hands with a soft sound. He still couldn’t comprehend why they would put so much faith in a rugged, tough-looking infernal like him to do something so... delicate? Sure, he was great at it (to both of their surprise), but it just did not settle down in his mind that they believed in him like this.

“Y’know the drill, yeah?” Coil spoke up, his voice steady yet had a hint of softness that betrayed the confusion warring in his mind. The chair squeaked again as his friend shifted slightly. “If it hurts, just grab onto me. I’ll do it as quick as possible, ‘kay?”