[They can't even bask in being pleased by that answer before they're being flipped over. They squawk, feeling awfully undignified, before they raise a hand to thump Red's shoulder.
They are trying very, very hard not to be flustered by this position and to not get any ideas.]
[Despite the position, Red Wine doesn't make any moves to push it further than Bailey is comfortable with. Consent is a very attractive thing, after all, and the walls here are terribly thin.]
Hm, good question.
[He presses a kiss under their jaw line, just once, then smiles down at them.]
[Far too thin. Red Wine may be an exhibitionist in several respects but not in that one, though he hasn't objected to the need to muffle certain sounds to avoid disturbing any neighbours. It would be nice to not have to, however.]
We'll see? That, my cherry, sounds like a threat. Or a challenge.
[He grins a sharp-edged, roguish grin and leans in, stopping short of kissing them and with one hand splayed against their ribs.]
[Let it never be said that Bailey doesn't give as good as they get in conversations like this, barring the occasional flustered stumble. Red Wine looks down at them, his thumb trailing idly around the curve of one rib, and he smiles again.]
If you're looking to push my limits, you have a long way to go.
[Oh, they've seen him fall apart under their hands before now, but there's a lot more he could take.]
But I'll remember you said that. [He leans up, pressing a gentle kiss to their mouth.] The next time you blush when I ask you what you want to do to me.
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They are trying very, very hard not to be flustered by this position and to not get any ideas.]
I think I could manage the temptation.
[...]
But could you?
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Hm, good question.
[He presses a kiss under their jaw line, just once, then smiles down at them.]
But I don't think it's going to be a problem.
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Oh, you don't?
[They smile back, reaching up to brush their fingers over his cheek.]
I guess we'll see if it is or not.
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We'll see? That, my cherry, sounds like a threat. Or a challenge.
[He grins a sharp-edged, roguish grin and leans in, stopping short of kissing them and with one hand splayed against their ribs.]
Which is it?
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Oh, it's definitely a threat.
[My cherry... It's really unfair, when he says things like that.]
I want to see how much you can take.
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If you're looking to push my limits, you have a long way to go.
[Oh, they've seen him fall apart under their hands before now, but there's a lot more he could take.]
But I'll remember you said that. [He leans up, pressing a gentle kiss to their mouth.] The next time you blush when I ask you what you want to do to me.