[If he had been subtle Red Wine would have thought that there was something wrong. He smirks slightly as Steak's weight settles into his lap and slides both hands up his thighs, lightly pressing is thumbs in against the dips at the tops of his legs.
He parts his lips, letting out a soft hum against the kiss.
For a brainless lout, Steak really could choose his moments and do exactly the right thing sometimes.]
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He parts his lips, letting out a soft hum against the kiss.
For a brainless lout, Steak really could choose his moments and do exactly the right thing sometimes.]