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[doggish]

Do not be so free with your praise. I have selfish motivations.

[He's swift in the way he slips off the counter, moving quick enough that Lorenz hardly has time to get too far away. Taking him by the hips, he leans up to mouth at his jaw, against his pulsepoint, nipping just to hear Lorenz's breath catch. And all the while walking him backwards, til his back hits the wall.

Just in case. It's sturdier to lean against than the counter, that's all.

He sinks to his knees, his hands automatically reaching for Lorenz's legs. There's a lot to like about Lorenz, Fenris had long ago realized, but his legs are particularly good. His hands slide up his thighs, quietly delighted by the curve of muscle beneath his fingertips.]

Left or right?

[Let him be a little insufferable. As a treat.]

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[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.]

[doggish]

A grave oversight.

[The left, then, his own legs spreading a little as he nudges Lorenz's further apart. He starts at the inside of his knee: a gentle kiss, nosing lightly, and then another, slightly higher. It's slow-going, but that suits this lazily affectionate mood. An indulgence, yes, but more than that: a quiet celebration of what's to come. Ours, he thinks again, and nips lightly at the inside of Lorenz's thigh, humming as he does.

That lasts for an entire minute, which is pretty good for him when Sanguis time is here. Then he's guiding Lorenz's leg up, gently setting it over his shoulder. His bites are firmer now, his teeth sinking in a little deeper, things that sting. He'll feel this tomorrow, Fenris is determined. His eyes dart up, just so he can watch every flicker in his expression, see how much more flushed he can get.]