All's fair in love and war, as they say, but you're the last person to talk about fair.
[ And since this isn't love, it most certainly is war, and he intends to win. When he feels that twitch inside of him, he knows he's on the right path. His claws turn so he can grasp that fluffy little tail, how downright adorable, riffling through the fur until he can get down and around to the other side before he grips firmly.
His tongue dips into the hollow behind the collarbone, the follows up to the line of the neck until he can feel a pulse beneath. That's where he attacks with his lips, not biting but suckling, feeling the flesh bruise beneath his mouth. ]
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[ And since this isn't love, it most certainly is war, and he intends to win. When he feels that twitch inside of him, he knows he's on the right path. His claws turn so he can grasp that fluffy little tail, how downright adorable, riffling through the fur until he can get down and around to the other side before he grips firmly.
His tongue dips into the hollow behind the collarbone, the follows up to the line of the neck until he can feel a pulse beneath. That's where he attacks with his lips, not biting but suckling, feeling the flesh bruise beneath his mouth. ]