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?
He squirms again and again, testing —
He squirms again and again, testing —
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Albeit with some difficulty, he frees his tail, smacking it against Vander’s side. “Get off me, you goddamn perverted mutt—” he growls, voice wavering just enough to reveal the excitement he’s —
Then Vanderbites down, and a strangled noise escapes him—something between a gasp and a moan. His back arches instinctively, his head falling back to expose more of his neck despite himself. “Y-You wish,” he stammers, trying to sound —
His tail betrays him, though, curling around Vander’s thigh, holding him close. Fingers flexing, Sil is [ itching ] to —
He let goes of one of Sil’s wrist, as if he had successfully struggled off and falsely tuts in annoyance. ─