⬢⬡⬢GLUTTONY RING⬢⬡⬢

[makethathoney]

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Everyone deserves a fun night out - why not try out one of those hellhound parties that Loona's friend Tex talked about?

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[grointothebust]

(Sandy grinned and playfully growled. She likes you already, Denji! Her enthusiasm marks glee in someone saying yes, and her tugs explain the rest. She's a strong one, but she's not the first demon Denji's wrangled. There's a moment in the dance when she has her back to his chest and her tail wags against his belly.)

You've done this before~

(On one hand, she's enjoying this. On the other, she's also playing coy and trying to sneak a little more of the chain to wrangle him instead.)

[mansbestend]

[She growled and he felt his mouth watering a little. That's right, they could make those sorts of noises, huh? He needed to work on his scarier snarl sometime, but for now he just had to relax and enjoy.

...Especially when she's backed against him and his heart starts to hammer. His body moves on its own, easing his dance to keep in time with her, if not making her the utter star of the show. He could watch her forever, too. The brush of her tail sends butterflies in the belly. It's leaving him wiiiide open to be wrangled a bit... utterly willingly, ma'am.]

You could say I've played around with chains on occasion...

[Just a lil bit. It was different from when he would grow them, but he definitely knew his way around them. With a curl of a wrist he'd seized the both of them in a new loop, the end dangling and catching the light.

Fuck, he was glad for his chest fluff... his heart was hammering and he was sure without it that was something she could feel against her back.]

[grointothebust]

(Sandy moved to the music, her giggles nothing short of enthusiastic. Denji was getting into it; she could almost feel him blushing, but maybe he's naturally that warm. There's one way to find out. Denji tightened the loop a little, leaving the retriever to further lean against him. Her tail can't wag as much when pressed against him, but she can reach an arm back to hold him and pet his ears.)

Ooh, mysterious! Now you can say you played around with me...

(And now comes the one-two punch of ear scritches and nuzzles, the hound quick embrace close contact with others. Denji is no exception.)

[mansbestend]

[Despite his fur styling and new hygiene practices with his new body, the old rule of physical contact still held true: A touch outside your own was always infinitely more electric. The touch to his ears sent tingles down his back.

Her voice was music in his ears. The nuzzle and scritches had him expend every ounce of restraint to keep his leg from kicking. Oh shit oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck]

Well, y'know... I give what I get...

[And since he was given such a wonderful touch, his hands would roam. Though bound to some degree, it wouldn't stop him from grasping locked hands, his one free one moving down along her ribs, her hips. He canted his head slightly to reciprocate the nuzzle, intoxicate himself with every ounce of sensation he could manage.]

[grointothebust]

Really~?

(There's intrigue in Sandy's voice. Curious as she is, the hellhound savors this moment a little longer, her body following his magnetic touch. She leaned against him, a finger softly directing his attention to her.)

So what happens when I give you one of these?

(She knowingly looks into his eyes, guiding his movements with her finger, guiding his lips towards hers. A press of her lips, a soft exhalation through her nose, her eyes briefly looking into his before she finally closes them...Sandy's playing the role of mischief maker, but even she's getting into the moment right now, letting it all fade away in favor of this moment with a cute hound she just met.)

[mansbestend]

[Forgive him, as he was about to ask what it was he was being given, even while his snout was redirected. But he has the smallest flinch when his lips are touched, a product of... too many times where things just like this went wrong.

...

But... but nothing happened. His tongue was intact, slack in his mouth. He still tasted so many treats he'd had and the swirl of that strange concoction of Ozzie's. His fur felt a strange tingling as his hackles rose, his tail coming undone in a slowly-building frizz.

"I give what I get." That's what he'd said, right?

So for once in his life, he would accept this mercifully harmless green flag and... hope like Hell he knew what he was doing as he would reciprocate with a touch of his own, a wordless expression of a thrill and an immense relief all at once.]