[ squeeze ] — sender feels up along receiver’s thighs @leapoffaithx
fae were so beautiful, delicious too and he’d be damned if they weren’t one of his weaknesses. he remembered a pretty little fae that he’d had multiple encounters with; he liked to live dangerously it had seemed, and he had liked in when malcolm left him on the edge of life and death, just taking a lot of blood from him but not enough that it killed the pretty boy. and here he was again, sat next to a pretty fae who was clearly feeling brave today. hand was on his thigh and squeezing, getting further and further up towards his groin. “oh baby boy, are you feeling brave today?” he asked with a grin, flashing his fangs playfully at the other. he wouldn’t feed from rory unless the fae said that it was okay, but he would very much like to. “where’s that hand heading, huh? why don’t you tell me what you want... or better yet, show me.”