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

Heat surges through him as Kratos reclaims his place at the top, a feeling so unfamiliar it's almost painful for a moment. His own breath comes heavily, heart hammering in a different way than before. At the questioning sound of his mate's voice, he turns, twisting fluidly under him. Well? He echoes softly, breathless as he arches impatiently against Kratos's underside. He reaches to nip at his shoulder, teasingly starting to slide out from under him at a painfully slow pace in an effort to provoke his mate further.