Huff. . . Right here, right now ?

Frisky bastard. . .

Leaning into the touch, rubbing his face before grabbing hold of Kaito's shoulders. It's clear he's stiffening and straining down the leg if those dusty jeans; feel the way his thick veins pulse. . .

What if that's EXACTLY what he wants.

He bets you won't do it, pup.~

. . .

Re-readjusts himself. Oh noooooo.

Shit, bet ?

— ❛ I thought that's what ya liked about me. ~ ❜

He LOVES a bit of danger, you know. Hard day's work and cologne on his neck, his own ringed tail flicking about behind him. That's one pleased raccoon. . .

— ❛ Well, one of them, at least. ~ ❜

. . .

Shit, don't gotta tell him twice.

G R O P E. -

Drunk- and NOT off him ?

He's hurt, Sammi. </3

-> reward at the end of his queer-coded rainbow.

— ❛ Snrk-- mnffuck. . . not bad, not. . . bad.~ ❜

Subtle bucking of his knees, belt buckle jingling with each movement. From the darker spot starting to spill preseed from the fabric, he /likes/ this kind of teasing. . . ~