Lost Creek Hollow are you worth your weight in gold? cause youre behind [m]y eyelids when i'm all alone

the paw remains on his shoulder, drifting upward at an agonizing pace. fire lights in his veins, and he leans into it thoughtlessly, touch-starved and wanting. a sharp breath slips past slightly-parted lips, and he goes still, guard dropping as alamar intended. he's completely incapable of thought now, unable to generate any other flirty responses. if he tried, he'd probably just be a stammering mess.