"Who said anything about liking you, Ranch Boy?" Ramiel teases with a playful grin. He joked, but he had taken quite the liking to the other since their first meeting. Meeting someone wo matched his weird, quirky, sometimes even dangerous energy was exciting.

"Oh?" Ramiel tilts his head back and let's Berk continue. He might even have let a tiny hum of pleasure slip as kisses and nips at his neck press on.

"Fuck," he exhales the expletive, biting his lip as he fights with himself. He wants to keep playing this game, but he's also struggling to keep his mind from fogging up. Berk was definitely making that so much harder.

"You're so gross... I should just eat you first." he grins and gives in. He kind of liked being crushed by those obscenely strong arms. Especially since he was the one doing the crushing all the time.

"Hah! Fuck no, dog breath. As if I'd let you put those bug eating lips anywhere near me!" he laughs, mashing his hands into Berk's face to slowly push him away.