Deepwood Weald If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I want to go

A frustrated whine slips from him at Midar's question, and his attempt at a response is cut off by the following nip. He huffs, whining more softly as he tries to compose himself enough for a coherent answer. His lover has never needed to tease him to make him beg; his reaction to such treatment is, predictably, nothing short of shameless. I want you to take me, His own voice is far less steady, ending in yet another desperate whine. Embarrassment heats his ears slightly at his own boldness, but he's too far gone to truly regret it — and he does trust his lover with this part of him. He has only ever shown such vulnerability to Midar; no other has ever brought him to a state of such helpless neediness, and he's not certain he could allow it anyway. Midar is the only man to ever see him this way, and he does not intend for that to change.