Haunted Wood That Meal I Promised You

The male shamelessly gazes down to the male, merely admiring him. Then his attention is turned to the bracelet that seems latched to the males wrist. “Yeah, it’d probably hurt to pull off.” He murmurs, lowering himself briefly to inspect the metal. 

Coming back to his full  height, Santi can see the mysterious glint in the younger’s eye. Slightly squinting his own moon-like hues at Clarence suspiciously he doesn’t expect that jab that comes from the other next. It hits him right in the heart and Santi thinks he might just die. He is learning. Is all he can think proudly as he is chest rebels with laughter.

“Ow, mi corazón. That one stung.” The laughter meets his eyes as they crinkle at the edges.

The licks that meet his muzzle then make up for the faux hurt. Santi has to admit that he loves that he’s catching on to the playful banter and teasing he usually sends Clarence’s way. Stepping just a bit closer, he nibbles the others neck. Then he comes back to lick the edges of his ear and the side of his face.