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

Each reaction draws him in further, makes him want all the more. He presses his arm closer, tensing in the preparation of teeth as the growl fades into a breathy whine, and his name enough to spur him onward. Zephyr, his own heated tone breathy. A few lingering love bites are pressed along his neck, until he grasps a gentler hold and tucks his other arm with the sway of his hips.