Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

Alas, it is far off; Kratos is a walking, talking bomb—pull one wire wrong and he’d certainly react as violently as a bomb. Fortunately, Zephyr knows how to handle him; has had him wrapped around his finger since day one.
The way the silver lures him, only he could do. Kratos presses into each hesitant touch, supplying his own administrations with less shy undertones and more upfront; rough and needy and displaying how much he truly adores him.
He nips possessively, adding kisses as he goes along the silver’s neck, edging closer towards his slender shoulders and back towards his ear.