I believe they call that question a "trap," and so I should refrain from answering. [and then, barely a beat later:] I play whenever it feels fun.
[and it's true, Nimah might not be able to admire the hickeys, but they sure will feel them for a while to come. among the fact that others will definitely see it. still, the words earn an undignified snort from Nimah, despite the faint breathiness in the aftermath. help.] Maybe they have different preferred terms... mm. Cute, pretty, beautiful... I'm sure there are plenty of others I've forgotten. Mostly insults.
[insults they are plainly pleased to have earned. Wriothesley's hand moves and they tilt their head a little to give him more space, still keeping pace with his other on their dicks.]
Nnh... are you saying I shouldn't? It's intoxicating and—haah—new... and my nose is sharp on a normal day. [fingers graze down scarred skin, coming to rest on his chest, tapping lightly. all the same, they manage to nuzzle in with their mouth close to his ear.] I'm a kitten, remember? It ought to be enough to drive me crazy and accept most anything, no?
[it... actually kind of is though. they put a lot of light whimsy on it, but there's an undertone there that suggests just how much it's doing for them to be half-pinned under it. between that and the hair pulling, they are feeling quite docile, just barely there enough to be a brat.]
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[and it's true, Nimah might not be able to admire the hickeys, but they sure will feel them for a while to come. among the fact that others will definitely see it. still, the words earn an undignified snort from Nimah, despite the faint breathiness in the aftermath. help.] Maybe they have different preferred terms... mm. Cute, pretty, beautiful... I'm sure there are plenty of others I've forgotten. Mostly insults.
[insults they are plainly pleased to have earned. Wriothesley's hand moves and they tilt their head a little to give him more space, still keeping pace with his other on their dicks.]
Nnh... are you saying I shouldn't? It's intoxicating and—haah—new... and my nose is sharp on a normal day. [fingers graze down scarred skin, coming to rest on his chest, tapping lightly. all the same, they manage to nuzzle in with their mouth close to his ear.] I'm a kitten, remember? It ought to be enough to drive me crazy and accept most anything, no?
[it... actually kind of is though. they put a lot of light whimsy on it, but there's an undertone there that suggests just how much it's doing for them to be half-pinned under it. between that and the hair pulling, they are feeling quite docile, just barely there enough to be a brat.]