Falls of the Hinterlands i was in, but i want out

Patroclus lit up with songbird laughter at the cursed compliment before he leaned into the affection as it had been discovered he was prone to do. Face playfully scrunched up as his tail betrayed him, feverishly beating against the ground.

I could say the same. Hummed fondly as he aimed to drape a foreleg over the male’s muscle bulked frame. Possessive, almost. Not keen to let him up yet from this nice moment. Patroclus was well aware that soon enough they would need to rise, eat and return to their home.

Do you think anyone noticed? There is a lightness to his voice despite buried worries. Although, who was to speak out against them? The Grandmaster ruled and could certainly do as he pleased. Patroclus simply happened to rope him into doing these things.