"You fucking better."

Growled breathlessly through his teeth, his focus entirely on giving Alastor a show. His doe ears pinned back, his hair sticking to his damp forehead, he looked a mess but didn't seem phased.

In fact he eased his head back, using those fistfuls of Alastor's fur as reins. His tail wound around the one of his wrists, a covetous grip just as those claws were against his own thigh and waist.

Already so overstimulated, his body's fuse felt short, ready to all but burst. But, no... no, he'd get this...