Falls of the Hinterlands You ask me what I’m thinking about

AHHHH I love Patroclus!

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Kyn is loving the vibes. The nip to his chin, the playful jostling they give one another. The hum of the maroon wolf’s voice tickles his throat as he settles beneath his chin and it has him releasing another bout of laughter. Lord, this guy is funny, entertaining, handsome, and sweet all at the same time. Kynareth might just be smitten. It isn’t often he finds men attracted to him and he finds it most disappointing. Not this one though, it seems he’s having a swell time with Kynareth’s persistent teasing and shameless flirting, mainly because he’s definitely flirting back.

It spurs the Saint to chuckle lowly and follow him down as he gives into the push.  Settling himself atop his warm form as the other tests his patience with another jab. Raising and lowering his tones at certain times that makes the sentence that much more teasing.

Raising a circular brow he hums in contemplation. “I think it’s more of a who I want to do.” He states confidently, a cocky smirk on his lips. He knows it’s horribly cliche and honestly tacky, but that’s the type of horrible humor the wolf-dog has. Yet, he sighs then, dropping himself closer and sensually ghosting his nose over the shell of his ear. “But it would be rude to defile you on our first date. Don’t you think, your majesty?” He purrs down to him.