[ oh shit, now he has that mental image in his head and it's great. he shivers at the lick, the nip, but nods his head. ] Y-yeah. But you sure you just wanna watch? [ he grins then, tongue running idly over his teeth. ] I got other means of making you feel good.

[ then the world upends and he squeaks, clinging to blitzø until he's tossed onto the bed. he stares up at him, tail thumping the bed as he rests back on his elbows, thighs parted and feet planted on the mattress. ]

All of it. [ a beat, and then, hurriedly: ] —leave the hat, though.