Valdeaulin would cringe - hell, so would Estinien - at how fast the fickle cat turns to an eager dog, ready to obey any commands. His teeth grind as he tries to stay silent, soft whimpers escaping him as Gaius sucks across his neck. Fine, on his front, anything you please.
His hands rest upon the man's bare shoulders, still slightly tacky from the cream.
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Date: 2022-09-11 02:59 am (UTC)His hands rest upon the man's bare shoulders, still slightly tacky from the cream.