[ hnnnghfuck, Rye ] [ You know, the tunic he has on is pretty drapey, between it and the heavy leather belt he'd probably still have a little bit of plausible deniability here, if not for the noise he's already made and the way he's still shivering. But he did make that noise, and he is still shivering, and Rye isn't stopping.
And with every word out of Rye's mouth, curling hotly over his skin, a little more of Lupine's mortification drains away. Because this is obviously — very — purposeful. Not like any of the maids, who were aiming for cheesecake but not, as far as he knows, for this.
One hand pries away from the wall, finds the front of Rye's top and curls into it. Steadying himself with that grip.
The laugh he musters is husky, and his voice isn't completely even, but he is very noticeably no longer trying to meld his body into the wall rather than let Rye press close enough to feel his... interest in all of this. ]
Really just gonna... keep talking about all the other people you've petted, huh?
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And with every word out of Rye's mouth, curling hotly over his skin, a little more of Lupine's mortification drains away. Because this is obviously — very — purposeful. Not like any of the maids, who were aiming for cheesecake but not, as far as he knows, for this.
One hand pries away from the wall, finds the front of Rye's top and curls into it. Steadying himself with that grip.
The laugh he musters is husky, and his voice isn't completely even, but he is very noticeably no longer trying to meld his body into the wall rather than let Rye press close enough to feel his... interest in all of this. ]
Really just gonna... keep talking about all the other people you've petted, huh?