Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

More neck is showed in a faithful upwards tilt of the russet man’s chin. It has Kynareth’s smile growing slightly as his teeth nip just a bit harder. Then he’s suggesting — no, confirming exactly the type of date he would like. The Grandmaster perks his auds up clearly entertained and enthusiastic. He likes being ordered around every once in a while. By the right wolves of course.

He pulls back once more, unable to whips the cocky smile that contorts his face handsomely. “Your Majesty,” He corrects playfully. “I would never dream of denying you such a thing.” 

Then all of a sudden he’s moving off of him and sauntering just a step away. “Then it’s a date. When will you be ready, darling?” He ask with a light tilt of his head. A gleam of white teeth greeting him as well.