[ He had a response to that, probably, from the way his eyes lid and his lips curve up, but the tail sends this frisson through him and the words are worse, so he loses whatever it was. Hnngh, hell, it's a struggle not to squirm. Thickly, his breathing quick, ]

Yeah, well — I think I can promise it's all you right now.

[ And ache might be too mild a word, really. ] [ Hands up, cupping Rye's jaw, then digging into his hair to pull him into another kiss, but noticeably steering well clear of the furry ears. Sweet and low: ]

You okay with having your mouth fucked? Because ordinarily I'd say I have more control than that, but I'm not sure what holding onto 'em is gonna do to me.