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“Oh, my love… You're spoiling me…”
“But it's only a morsel,” you spoke with a teasing lilt to your voice as your fingers drew circles around his ears. "Unless you mean to tell me you're that starved for affection.”
Tighter he wrapped his arms around your lower half, kneading the plush flesh of your thighs with more vigour. “Oh, love, I'm simply famished! Even the slightest sliver of attention is as rich to me as any wad of the decadent of creams.” He nuzzled against your lower abdomen, all while savouring the most perfunctory ministrations to his bodily wants.
“My poor, poor tom,” you cooed, staring into those lust-addled, chatoyant eyes. Slow and methodical, your nails dragged down his sides to the underside of his chin where they then began scratching at, drawing an unadulterated moan out of him. A smirk played on your lips. “So shameless yet so vulnerable as well.”
His purring grew louder. “That is what love renders us, poppet.”
“Yes, has us teetering on the fine string between charity and cruelty.” Leaning down, your lips pressed against the space between his ears. “Tell me, how are you not afraid that what we share won't turn poisonous?”
His padded hand lowered to caress your calf and ankle. “I'm no stranger to the dichotomy of love; on how it's sweet but rotting like cyanide, but it's a poison I happily ingest, over and over again. Gladly, I'll throw up my insides if it's for you, darling.”
“No need for blood to spill out of your mouth.” You raised his head and your voice fell to a murmur. “Just words of devotion. And I'll pamper you.”