I-- I will take it off when I feel like taking it off!
[ Riddle puffs out. His emotions are running high alongside his hormones, sorry Floyd. If he's meant to calm down, he certainly won't with just a moment's time. He's hard, too warm from his damn Heat (that he now realizes is happening in full force), frustrated that he can't have his desires sated right now without stripping down, and most of all?
Most of all, he's mad that he wants Floyd Leech so so so very badly. That he wants to be claimed by him, to be used and his and-- ]
Then what do you call that look?! [ Honestly, not surprising they'd get to this point and then Riddle would fuss. It's just who he is. He moves his leg, shoving his foot at Floyd's thigh, ] You're looking at me in this way and I cannot -- WILL not -- stand for it. I can't take it. It makes me feel... weird.
[ Yeah, he's pouting. What of it. ] ... I'll forgive you if you help me get my pants off. It hurts.
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[ Riddle puffs out. His emotions are running high alongside his hormones, sorry Floyd. If he's meant to calm down, he certainly won't with just a moment's time. He's hard, too warm from his damn Heat (that he now realizes is happening in full force), frustrated that he can't have his desires sated right now without stripping down, and most of all?
Most of all, he's mad that he wants Floyd Leech so so so very badly. That he wants to be claimed by him, to be used and his and-- ]
Then what do you call that look?! [ Honestly, not surprising they'd get to this point and then Riddle would fuss. It's just who he is. He moves his leg, shoving his foot at Floyd's thigh, ] You're looking at me in this way and I cannot -- WILL not -- stand for it. I can't take it. It makes me feel... weird.
[ Yeah, he's pouting. What of it. ] ... I'll forgive you if you help me get my pants off. It hurts.