Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

He had the upper hand, or so he thought. So why was she goading him in to attacking? He could reach down to that black fur on the back of her neck and snap it if he wanted to (not likely, he's a wimp). She wouldn't quit, and the more she spoke the more he wanted to - to - well he didn't really know.

But one thing was certain: being up here bothered her, so he wasn't about to lose his footing and fall. Screech shuffled a little more, shifting his weight and moving his forelimbs, until his hips were flush with her tailbone. Bumping against it made a weird sensation spread between his legs and for a second he felt a really strong urge to piss; however, as much as he disliked this dark-furred hot air balloon, he wasn't going to stoop that low and do that.

Still, Screech couldn't just let her egg him on like that. You can't even reach me, fool, he countered, but there wasn't much power behind his voice this time. The boy jokingly grabbed at the back of her neck with his teeth, nipping lightly as if that would encourage her to shut the hell up. He did it again, this time closer to the base of her ear, and soon enough Screech couldn't stop himself - he sort of um, liked how she tasted. 

Something primal had begun to act within him, and now he was more interested in teasing her instead of fighting; but lets be real here — they were both pretty invested in being immature idiots at this point.