"What does it feel like?" JK asks NJ, pausing at his laptop and looking up at his incubus boyfriend, who& #39;s lounging on the windowsill. NJ leans on his elbows and quirks an eyebrow. "Sex, I mean. With me."

NJ& #39;s eyes turn black at the question, that smouldering obsidian like molten rock. "Feel like..." His pointed tongue peeks out to lick his lips. "Mm... It& #39;s more like what it /tastes/ like."

JK learns (and writes) that while incubi feel pleasure just as humans do, they can also taste it -- but everyone tastes different. Every intimate act tastes different.