[ This crass, smug, asshole! No one's ever dared to act like this with him, to talk to him like this...! His teeth grit together as the heat in his body flares at Alastor's lewdness. ] You broadcast that- and Charlie or not, you won't live to hear the end of it.

[ That much he can promise, his breath catching in his throat as Alastor's teeth prick at the thin alabaster skin and the pain of the hand in his hair goes right down through him. ] Just like I barely had to touch you at all and you were on me, little deer? Trying to bullshit me- about not liking this- but your body gives you away.

[ The tip of his forked tongue shows as he licks over his own lips, then whispers: ] Seems to me like you want a fawn in me just as badly.