Ohh, embarrassed, you silly deer... he was worthy of a little pampering, a little worship and one day he'll see it.

His eyes fluttered open when Alastor bore down and bucked, his grip tightening briefly as his breath caught. But his moment of surprise was gone in a blink before his eyes deepened to that red.

"Alright. Fine then." If Alastor was going to be naughty, so be it. With a huff that flew from between his teeth in ember-flecked steam, this Doe shifted the game: His pace left that gentle, playful rhythm. As he gripped down, claws curling in buck fur, he angled for something deep, something harder, abandoning pretense as he rode like they hadn't seen each other in weeks and had been pent up all along.

"I'll just have to drive you wild -first- this time, Sinner."