" ya could always let me.. return the favor. " sat upon his lap, a palm rested itself upon the headmaster's thigh, one traveling under the fabric over his torso - running a soft pattern over his skin, the other moving to rub gently against his groin. " wouldn't tha' sound nice, ozpin? i would love to make ya feel better. "
❛ you needn’t return anything , love . really . ❜ though breath catches with each word , they are meant entirely . he adores the boy before him , and loves nothing more than treating him like a prince . but the last thing ozpin could want , is alex feeling like he has to return said actions . still , wandering fingers are tempting . tempting enough to flip a switch under his desk to lock the door to his tower . wouldn’t want anyone interrupting , now would we ? ❛ now look what you’ve done . stacks of paperwork , and it all has to be put off until later . ❜