(MDNI) afab!Reader — Gris goes down on you and gets so lost in how you feel against his tongue that he looks at you with eyes that rival a drunkard's gaze: half-lidded, shiny and lost in their own world. His face is flushed a pretty pink, his ears glowing red, and his hair is made a mess from your whiny tugging. He could go for hours if you let him. Lazy licks... loud sucking... it's revitalising (or so he bashfully claims) and you need to snap him out of that trance for Gris to peel himself away. His lips are glossy, his chin inked with clear slick, and there's a smile there. He could go for more... if you let him.













