kranch + 20 make it sloppy
20. French kissing
Kranch pulled back. Ey had grown to appreciate the Smithy's shifting physical nature - making out with a person who had that much control over their form could be fun, in an overwhelming sort of way.
But ey had notes. "Do you think," Kranch said, panting a little, "that you could maybe cool it with the whole two tongues thing?"
"You don't like it?" The Smithy had clearly gone back down to a standard number of tongues, because the words came out clearly.
Ey leaned eir forehead against him. "It's just... a little much, right? Feels a little excessive."
"Okay," the Smithy said slowly. "One tongue. Yeah, got it."
"Okay," Kranch said, and leaned back in.













