[As Riddle’s nails pinch into his shoulders, Floyd wishes he had bare skin for him to ruin instead. So, while it ruins their rhythm, it should only last a moment, Floyd gripping Riddle’s waist so hard he hopes he sits still. Just long enough to shrug out of his vest, just long enough to tug off his sleeves—
Thankfully, Riddle’s muttering seems to allow Floyd just enough time to undress. Smooth, lean, hard muscle— It’s easy to forget Floyd is a natural born athlete.
And perhaps too hotblooded for his own good.]
Poor Goldfishie… Sounds like you’ve got a serious problem~
[he purrs, as slippery as an eel as he gently takes Riddle’s hand and tries to pry it away toward his own lips instead. He wants to bite at the cuff of his shirt, nibble at the pale skin of the little rose’s wrist… If he can’t bite his neck, he’ll have to settle for somewhere else. Whether or not Floyd’s successful in tugging Riddle’s hand away from his mouth, he does eventually roll his hips upward to provide some ounce of relief… and more reasons to hopefully hear Riddle cry out loud.]
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Thankfully, Riddle’s muttering seems to allow Floyd just enough time to undress. Smooth, lean, hard muscle— It’s easy to forget Floyd is a natural born athlete.
And perhaps too hotblooded for his own good.]
Poor Goldfishie… Sounds like you’ve got a serious problem~
[he purrs, as slippery as an eel as he gently takes Riddle’s hand and tries to pry it away toward his own lips instead. He wants to bite at the cuff of his shirt, nibble at the pale skin of the little rose’s wrist… If he can’t bite his neck, he’ll have to settle for somewhere else. Whether or not Floyd’s successful in tugging Riddle’s hand away from his mouth, he does eventually roll his hips upward to provide some ounce of relief… and more reasons to hopefully hear Riddle cry out loud.]
I could get used to that dirty mouth of yours~