@foxrott: ❛ am i not good enough? ❜
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐘 to his lips, unfettered annoyance blooming bright on the vulpine's face at leander's ever affable attitude, even in the face of humiliation. vere thinks to just grunt out his displeasure, but the opportunity to demean the rot smelling bastard is not something he likes to pass up. so vere stares down at the mage, who kneels at his feet, with one of vere's ever shiny booted feet resting nonchalantly at his shoulder. arms have crossed over his chest, and vere is the very picture of tension and aggravation... but also, perhaps, a bit of sensual curiosity .
" hmm. " mutters the fox, paying no mind to the din of the wet wick outside the door, or the fact that the others would certainly wonder where they'd both scampered off to. " good enough for what? " he muses, " to add me to your list of conquests? " outward, that long leg extends, pressing delicately to leander's chest now, applying the slightest bit of pressure to force him to bend backwards beneath vere's mischief. " or to shine my boots with your mouth? " up he gets then, that same foot falling between leander's strong thighs with a thunk, bracing against the floor while clawed digits find woody hair to yank his head back. " one of them you are certainly fit for... " he purrs, delicious and dangerous, coercing that poor poor mage closer to the fire of vere's hunger, " how about you guess which? if you win, i'll give you a prize. "
