Firefly Glen [m] oh i was sure

yes.
he was no stranger to this, having stumbled his way into the pants of many a woman and man during his time away from home; but it had always been out of season. never before had there been risk to it in this way. even still, he is not afraid.
he rumbles as his teeth find her chin, her ear, her pulsepoint, making his way down in a teasing, sultry way. his breath beats up against her nape, spurred on by the same wild instinct that trapped many a man in the black widow's web for centuries.
how do you like it, sweetheart? his lip curls into a smirk, serrated as a knife. you show me. it's all about you.