Haunted Wood with a whisper

Yes fade!

Gazing dashingly to the younger he chuckles. “Good, lindo.” Scooting closer, he cranes his neck around to settle it beside the others, properly cuddling him. 

At the odd answer of no Santi tsks at him, shaking his head with a smile. “Then we’d have to talk about it sometime.” 

Lapping a large flat tongue over his cheek, leaving a trail of drool behind. Staring at him he smirks back. “Good, I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”