Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

The Grandmaster watches the other tumble through the snow with hardly contained glee. Immediately hunching down into a playful stalk, large paws slowly lifting up and going down —disappearing into the snow. 

Kyn chuckles at how cute the pout makes his face. His eyes closing and a confident ‘Han Solo’ smirk coming to his face as he nods casually. “Absolutely, darling, the title looks good on you.” He offers shamelessly, eyes flicking open and meeting the others mischievously.

He could then be seen stalking even closer, practically towering over him at this point. “Sorry I knocked you over.” He rumbles with a shit eating grin. Teasing like he isn’t even sorry. “Here, let me —“ He’s casually stepping over Patroclus’ limbs and begins bravely tugging and nipping at his neck. “— help you up, your majesty.” It’s muffled but he gets the words out well enough for the suggestive twang in his tone to show through.