Oh, an invitation? It would be rude to ignore it. His lips trailed downward, brushing along the low thrum of Cyril's pulse. "Mhmm."
A nip. The barest scrape of his teeth before he leaned away, disengaging entirely to turn and walk to the edge of the camp, eyes heated over his shoulder. "Coming?"
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Date: 2015-10-18 01:19 am (UTC)A nip. The barest scrape of his teeth before he leaned away, disengaging entirely to turn and walk to the edge of the camp, eyes heated over his shoulder. "Coming?"