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

His tail snaps behind him, impatience growing with the unacquainted fire that comes with it. Greed strong, and desire even stronger. The taunting response and echo are replied with instinct. Weight pressing along the spine of his mate as teeth go for the scruff, biting harsh at first and enough to break skin before he lessens the blow, unwilling to have him slide away from him yet again. A forearm tucks along his side, while the other he uses to keep balance—for certainly the tricks wouldn’t cease just yet.