hoisting himself back up, shades of pink across his face —— pressing himself flush against gambit’s bulging crotch.
such an innocent—looking face… committing such an obscene act.
a low whistle; feet guiding the thief in closer—— head tilted all the while as eyes flick across figure.
❝ … well, ain’t you just a pretty lil’ thing .ᐣ ❞
a half—smirk, unashamed in his lingering stare.