(cw: suggestive) Flins is a gentle lover.
“Forgive me for being so bold,” Flins says, his voice lowering. He tilts your chin upwards and meets your eyes. The way he gazes at you is so tender, you feel your heart slowly race inside your chest. “But may I have the pleasure of locking lips with you?”
But he can also be mischievous at times.
“Too much, my love?” Flins soothes you by kissing your inner thigh again. He doesn’t show it, but he’s delighted when it gets a reaction out of you. “My apologies. I just couldn’t help it—“
He kisses your skin again.
“Oh, dear.” And again. “Oh.”
And again. Flins gives you a tiny smile between your legs. “Oh, whatever shall I do— how incredibly unruly of me…”
Really, he means well when it comes to you. If only you weren’t so enticing.
