[How unexpectedly sharp. Well, of course a beastman would have fangs, but it's still a bit of a surprise as his tongue traces over their tips—a pleasant one, if an important reminder that he would and could defend himself if needed. And cut into prey, if and when it presented itself. That curiosity bubbles up again, invites questions, but this isn't the time for that.
McGillis asserts his weight, pins Ruggie in place and starts to touch. Slim fingers, soothing along his throat and down the center of his chest. Over his heart, about his waist, then pausing between his legs. He barely brushes over the area, but it's clearly an act of claiming: you belong to me. He was a greedy general, prone to possessiveness. Surely Ruggie wouldn't mind.
Or maybe he will, when he grips a bit harder, breaking that kiss only to dive in for another, and another, and another. Dominant behavior for a dominant man.]
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McGillis asserts his weight, pins Ruggie in place and starts to touch. Slim fingers, soothing along his throat and down the center of his chest. Over his heart, about his waist, then pausing between his legs. He barely brushes over the area, but it's clearly an act of claiming: you belong to me. He was a greedy general, prone to possessiveness. Surely Ruggie wouldn't mind.
Or maybe he will, when he grips a bit harder, breaking that kiss only to dive in for another, and another, and another. Dominant behavior for a dominant man.]