It's your special day, not mine. I imagine if I dangled my birthday over your head, you'd treat me the same. I'll agree to a lot of whatever you want, sweetheart. [Though he probably would not make too much of a fuss about his birthday. Just relaxing for the day is good enough.

He is definitely not relaxing right now though. How can he when she's doing what she can to rile him up?

Eyelashes flutter and he can't help but groan a little as she wraps fingers around his length, no hesitation for her to press wet tongue to the sensitive skin. He almost feels like he should be the one going down on her than the other way around. Then again, giving oral sex is one of his favorite things to do, so he'd be in a similar situation if their roles were reversed.

One hand grips the cushions of the couch while his other hand rests on her head, tangling fingers into silken locks.] Fuck, that's nice...