[Snarling at the comment that wraps around his ear with cheshire teeth, nipping twice over at his flusterment.]
Shut up— [He grits back with a shove laid into the dead center of Fenris' chest. The segue that has his fingers twisting before they push again, harder this time: driving his guardian's corded frame onto its back atop the middle of the mattress, straddling him without a second thought for decency or shame (forgetting that he's crimson to the tips of his ears underneath his bone-white curls in a way that's almost comedic) for all its rowdiness, no matter how forcefully he grabs that tanned jaw front-wise with his fingers pressed around a still-glazed mouth. No matter how he has to lean to one side just to grab his phone and flick his thumb up once, angling the camera down to steal a single shot.
You want to talk about blushing, Fenris?
Talk about the red stain on your lips, first, and how it's now immortalized in his phone.
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Shut up— [He grits back with a shove laid into the dead center of Fenris' chest. The segue that has his fingers twisting before they push again, harder this time: driving his guardian's corded frame onto its back atop the middle of the mattress, straddling him without a second thought for decency or shame (forgetting that he's crimson to the tips of his ears underneath his bone-white curls in a way that's almost comedic) for all its rowdiness, no matter how forcefully he grabs that tanned jaw front-wise with his fingers pressed around a still-glazed mouth. No matter how he has to lean to one side just to grab his phone and flick his thumb up once, angling the camera down to steal a single shot.
You want to talk about blushing, Fenris?
Talk about the red stain on your lips, first, and how it's now immortalized in his phone.
Punctuated with a triumphant little smirk.]