[ His lips curl into a crooked smile. It's not often he lets himself play, but she's better than most at getting him to go along—and perhaps the absurd costume he puts on every year helps.
He searches for a second longer before he realizes what's going on, that there isn't anything to undo.
All right. That rather makes it simpler. ]
Hm. [ He presses his lips to the underside of her jaw. As he does, his nails turn to claws. They catch in the fabric painted onto her and begin to tear it down the back. ] Convince me.
nsfw.
He searches for a second longer before he realizes what's going on, that there isn't anything to undo.
All right. That rather makes it simpler. ]
Hm. [ He presses his lips to the underside of her jaw. As he does, his nails turn to claws. They catch in the fabric painted onto her and begin to tear it down the back. ] Convince me.