Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

Is it getting hot in here or is Kyn just loosing his mind? The answer is yes. 

Kynareth’s chest rumbles as he laughs into his fur. It’s low and breathy as he lifts his monstrous head up. His grin horribly cocky and sly, hawkish eyes half lidded, and a circular brow cocked. 

Then he scoffs playfully. “Of course I’ve dealt with majesties — I’m the fuckin’ king, baby.” The boast transitions into a hearty laugh and he’s leaning back down to torture Patroclus some more. “Perhaps, I’ll have to make it up to you. For my, utter disrespect of your title.” 

Teeth reach for his throat again, unable to shut up. “Maybe take you on a nice date. Go hunting or maybe a spar. Go bask in the moonlight at the beautiful waterfall a few miles away from here.” He mumbles so horribly confident into his fur, paying no mind to the paws at his chest.