โWho am I to refuse~?โ
His smirk widens, leaning his face in between the others legs. He plants a soft kiss, his tongue dragging along his most intimate parts.
Well who is he to refuse! He crawls onto the bed, a smirk growing on his lips.
โHey sugar, help help~โ
He licks his lips, trailing his fingers along his legs.
...Falling over, head smushing against his other pillow, a whine as his eyes catch the sight of a familiar red head.
...He's practically begging for help, wiggling his hips a little. Please?
Whew... Taking a break during his jogging session. He's already feeling a bit tired. It seems rather hot today. Maybe he should've worn something a little less...snug?
What's the [reader] staring at?