[Of course he did. But Intensity can't let King think he can have his way all the time. (Hah haaaaaaa.)]
Oh, did I?
[There is a tiny smirk at King's movements. His adorable tiny rival. Intensity's own claws slide their way down to the back of King's thighs, hoisting him up so they are eye to eye. They are equals, after all.
It doesn't seem right otherwise.
And his tail climbs up further, wrapping once around King's knee.]
A sky garden, virtual throne room, and access to my room and its amenities.
King knows exactly what he is doing. And the wings shiver and flutter underneath his careful touch like a well-tuned instrument. Intensity gets especially squirmy if his hands get anywhere near the junction between shoulder and wing.
And meanwhile, he has his hands full lifting King up, so a straightforward counter-attack is not possible. Bad move on his part.]
Careful.
[Intensity unwinds his tail from around King's body so he can attempt to coil it around King's own tail instead, tip brushing along the length of it in slow steady sweeps.]
That pause is just enough time for Intensity to tumble the both of them to the grass, one arm braced so that the back of King's head doesn't hit the ground.
But also (more importantly), he has the illusion of topping.]
Cute enough for Intensity to lick the tip of King's nose as his hands are now free to wander. Up the inside of his forearms, tease his wrists and lace their fingers together as he attempts to push them up and over King's head.]
[A small huff as he twines his tail around King's.]
Hn. Probably.
[And claws dig into the soil to keep King's hands pinned there while Intensity leans down to drag just the hint of fangs down his jawline, lapping at the slightly reddened area with his tongue afterward.]
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King's response is to move in closer, standing on his toes until they're nearly nose-to-nose. ]
Yes.
And then you gifted it to me, didn't you?
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Oh, did I?
[There is a tiny smirk at King's movements. His adorable tiny rival. Intensity's own claws slide their way down to the back of King's thighs, hoisting him up so they are eye to eye. They are equals, after all.
It doesn't seem right otherwise.
And his tail climbs up further, wrapping once around King's knee.]
A sky garden, virtual throne room, and access to my room and its amenities.
Careful now. You're starting to get greedy.
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Then you know what? He's just going to wrap his legs around Intensity's waist. Problem solved. ]
You left out my most important conquest.
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[A smirk that's all teeth]
And what would that be?
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Too proud to ever be owned, but self-admitted to being mine.
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[And Intensity's hands smooth over the back of King's thighs]
Yes.
I am yours and you are mine. This leash goes both ways. Isn't that what vows are all about?
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[ The talon on his neck pauses ]
But I'm not sure I'd call it a leash.
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I was going to call it a road of battle, actually.
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Well.
Just in case.]
You're the worst.
[Also, the flush must look very pronounced against silver white scales.]
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And here I thought you'd like that.
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[Oh wait.
His entire body jerks when King runs his hands along the wing.
Quickly:]
Whatever. It's fine.
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[ His fingers slide over each scale as they pass, mapping them out, exploring.
Revenge? Maybe a little. ]
I should get to know these new features of yours while you have them.
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King knows exactly what he is doing. And the wings shiver and flutter underneath his careful touch like a well-tuned instrument. Intensity gets especially squirmy if his hands get anywhere near the junction between shoulder and wing.
And meanwhile, he has his hands full lifting King up, so a straightforward counter-attack is not possible. Bad move on his part.]
Careful.
[Intensity unwinds his tail from around King's body so he can attempt to coil it around King's own tail instead, tip brushing along the length of it in slow steady sweeps.]
Turnabout is fair play.
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But I've had much more time to acclimate to the sensations than you have.
[ Well -- except for the tail, which squirms a little against Intensity's. ]
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He will never abuse King's wings ever ag---
No, that's a lie. He's going to do it twice as much once this game is over.]
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He grins, doing nothing to help with the sudden precarious balance. ]
I imagine this has been a dream of yours for a while.
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It's not quite how I'd imagined it would play out.
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What? Missing something?
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That pause is just enough time for Intensity to tumble the both of them to the grass, one arm braced so that the back of King's head doesn't hit the ground.
But also (more importantly), he has the illusion of topping.]
There.
Fixed it.
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. . . You think this makes any difference?
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Cute.
Cute enough for Intensity to lick the tip of King's nose as his hands are now free to wander. Up the inside of his forearms, tease his wrists and lace their fingers together as he attempts to push them up and over King's head.]
Maybe I'm feeling a little sentimental, too.
[It maybe makes a little difference.]
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Making himself comfortable, then, tail sliiiiiding against Intensity's. ]
I have it on good authority that never happens.
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Hn. Probably.
[And claws dig into the soil to keep King's hands pinned there while Intensity leans down to drag just the hint of fangs down his jawline, lapping at the slightly reddened area with his tongue afterward.]
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You're depriving yourself of an opportunity by keeping my hands pinned.
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