[He'll be as smug as he wishes, clearly-- and it's hard not to be smug when he sees Lorenz beneath him, disheveled and a little flushed. There's still the remnants of old bruises here and there, bitemarks on the curve of his chest, just beneath his ribs . . . his fingers slide gently against them as he contemplates whether to bite new ones or simply renew the old ones.
Both, perhaps.]
You seem to enjoy your fingers in my hair regardless of setting.
[Ever since he got the Haircut, anyway. He's grown quite accustomed to Lorenz's fingers casually dragging against the back of his head, idly stroking the fuzzy bits of his head. He hums softly and shifts, arching his back to push against Lorenz's hand, moving down just far enough to kiss and nip at the hollow of his throat.]
As do I. Tip your head up, hmm?
[Lorenz's neck is going to be covered at this point, and that's just how it is! There are aspects of Sanguis' possessiveness that he despises, but so long as he knows Lorenz will protest if he finds something he dislikes . . . then yes, Fenris is going to claim him again and again.]
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Both, perhaps.]
You seem to enjoy your fingers in my hair regardless of setting.
[Ever since he got the Haircut, anyway. He's grown quite accustomed to Lorenz's fingers casually dragging against the back of his head, idly stroking the fuzzy bits of his head. He hums softly and shifts, arching his back to push against Lorenz's hand, moving down just far enough to kiss and nip at the hollow of his throat.]
As do I. Tip your head up, hmm?
[Lorenz's neck is going to be covered at this point, and that's just how it is! There are aspects of Sanguis' possessiveness that he despises, but so long as he knows Lorenz will protest if he finds something he dislikes . . . then yes, Fenris is going to claim him again and again.]