[He kind of wants to pet the tails but he's a little busy at the moment. She's on his lap and she can probably immediately tell that he's worked up already, a hand running up her spine even when she bites at him. The sharpness of her teeth following by the lap of her tongue is enough to draw a shudder from him beneath her. There's another almost possessive little sound when she nips again, hands strong and steady while holding her hips to bring her down against him as close as possible.]
Like that's my fault? [Except for the part where it is, and he knows it given the grin on his face.] It seems rude to keep someone waiting.
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Like that's my fault? [Except for the part where it is, and he knows it given the grin on his face.] It seems rude to keep someone waiting.