Either way, it’s welcome.

Can’t say he’s ever worn one before.

A very handsome man.

amsu hums, allowing her to remain close. his midsection is slim and smooth, as if encased in velvet.

“ describe it to me. “

he coos, ears twitching, waiting for the lupine to utter a response.

he can tell. by no means is he surprised, as many have come to be fond of his effeminate, floral scent.

“ try not to lose yourself. “

he jests, golden gaze regarding her with glee.

amsu quirks a brow, as if taken aback by her forward disposition. still, he’s not opposed to having someone savour his scent.

it’s akin to. . . a decadent flower.

he chuckles, wispy tail swaying to and fro, like a plume onyx tainted smoke.

(( puntable but cute

well, there’s only one way for her to find out. ~

come, come. he doesn’t bite.

There’s no point in locking them. You’d get in either way.

For me? You should have. ~

The neighbourhood being my own personal chambers?

You have a habit of letting yourself in.

I certainly did!

And my, just who I wanted to heed my call.

“ And they say chivalry is dead. ~ “

He likes his style.

Amsu quirks a brow, as the much larger man’s tongue unfurls, gliding along his plush, velvety flesh.

“ Mmh. . . “

He hums, already feeling a brimming warmth between his thighs.

Amsu is taken aback, by the gesture. Not because he dislikes it, but rather, due to how thoroughly Sigmus’ tongue fills his maw.

He gasps, as the larger man pulls away, a thread of spittle hanging between them.

“ Feel free to give it a sample. . . “

“ Others cook for me, rather than the other way around. “

Amsu teases, still idly kneading away. His digits are precise and skilled, each gentle rub having meaning behind it.

“ . . . But I can make an exception. ~ “

He chuckles, giving the man’s gut a firm pat.