Phil grins at the praise. Doesn’t even try to move to take his tie out of Ossie’s hand as he goes back into it, claws digging into his sternum as he reaches in to tear his shirt open. Ossie’s tie gets undone with impatient hands, and then his smooth body is all free reign.
(Except for where Phil’s left his undergarments on, of course.)
A yellow tongue licks a slow stripe from navel to collarbone, claws pressing into ribs. When he’s at the top, he sits up a little. “Right, so—for my own ease of mind, just let me know how far I can go. I’m not biting your dick off, but, do you expect… I don’t know, blood drawn?”
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Date: 2024-02-26 10:44 am (UTC)(Except for where Phil’s left his undergarments on, of course.)
A yellow tongue licks a slow stripe from navel to collarbone, claws pressing into ribs. When he’s at the top, he sits up a little. “Right, so—for my own ease of mind, just let me know how far I can go. I’m not biting your dick off, but, do you expect… I don’t know, blood drawn?”