Angel Dust

"Hard not to spoil you when you're such a pretty little thing~" Little is subjective, obviously and while he doesn't appreciate fakeness on most levels, when it's something as playful as this and they're both into the nonsense of it all? He doesn't mind in the slightest, it's a game that he's quite happy to play while knowing each little reaction is genuine.

A low growl bubbles in the back of his throat with the rolling of his hips, shifting forward to tease and maybe slightly threaten those sharp teeth along his throat. "Gonna end up driving me crazy doing that," he murmurs against the fluff and skin, knowing he doesn't have to wait long once those fingers are moving, trying to push his hips up enough to get rid of the obnoxious clothing in their way and making certain to push up against him on purpose.