[Lorenz hums, whatever comment he might have made on motivations or whatever else forgotten in the warmth of Fenris' mouth and the way he seems to forget just how big the kitchen is, letting out a short noise of surprise when he bumps into the wall. This was here? Who knew. It's the easiest thing in the world to get wrapped up in them, together, even in the seconds it takes Fenris to back him up to the wall.
Honestly, who could blame him? He shifts his thighs that much further apart and chuckles, nudging Fenris' leg with his foot. Sass, darling? Please.]
Left. You favor the right. The left should have a fair and equitable shot.
[These gams are a work of art, after all, etc. He knows.]
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Honestly, who could blame him? He shifts his thighs that much further apart and chuckles, nudging Fenris' leg with his foot. Sass, darling? Please.]
Left. You favor the right. The left should have a fair and equitable shot.
[These gams are a work of art, after all, etc. He knows.]