pricks at his skin. “You do that again, and I’ll start tellin’ everyone about what I heard,” he threatens, voice smoother now but laced with mischief. “I’m sure the boys at the bar —
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Vander flinches from the speed of which Sil moves, an amused smirk making it on his face. The mean tone is [ entertaining ] to say the least. “Feisty lil' kitty.” He tuts, eyebrows raising in suprise at the not-so-sudden threat.
With a loud laugh, coming straight up from the depths of his belly, ─
Vander puts his beer on the wooden coffee table. He throws a challenging [ glance ] at Sil, mischievious. “Is that so?”
The Hound [ pounces ] on Sil without restrain, grabbing the younger man’s wrists and pinning them to the couch, trapping the rest of his body between meaty thighs, ─
Sil’s eyes widen, a surprised little noise tumbling from his lips as Vander's weight presses him into the couch, leaving him no room to properly fight back. Not that he actually [ wants ] to get away—but he’s never been one to make things easy, now has he?
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With a loud laugh, coming straight up from the depths of his belly, ─
The Hound [ pounces ] on Sil without restrain, grabbing the younger man’s wrists and pinning them to the couch, trapping the rest of his body between meaty thighs, ─
“Guess it means I’ve got to make [ you ] 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙧 [ my ] name. Then, we’ll be even.”
He leans down [ bites ] Sil on the neck, leaving a mark behind. “You’ve been a feisty cat for less than ─
He squirms again and again, testing —