#a hem

Aftercare. Fit.

Boop

"I was supposed to catch our guy without drawing too much attention, you know? But then someone had to intervene." Fortunately, he still caught his target and the guy was currently being sent to the BSA headquarters for a friendly (and hopefully productive) conversation with his cousin Naoise.

That aside... it was rare for the mage to wear something so 'scandalous' in public that looked so criminally good on him, and, truth to be told, he didn't really have to put so much effort for such a simple mission. But, if he didn't, then when else would he have the chance to torment his lover like this? One high heel fell to the floor and the mage took his sweet time sliding his foot up his lover's shin and thigh, stopping before it could rest on their crotch. “You haven't finished your shift yet, so be a good boy and go back to work, yes?”

annoyed wasn't the word ravi was feeling right now. righteous, jealous fury was more close. maybe the older him would've let cú do his job, and usually the dragon minded his business. but how was he supposed to do that, with his mate in that outfit and this scum leering ? everything in the dragon couldn't help the protective and predatorial ire that rose its head. hands flex, open then close, claws hardly receding as he tries to breathe through what he was feeling. ravi knew he should bury it but he still feels growly so it'll take a moment.

❝ ━i didn't like the way he was looking at you. like you were a piece of meat. ❞ his voice has yet to lose the gravelly tone, frost billowing from his nostrils, a muscle jumping in his jaw. fuck, he's getting worked up all over again. maybe he should've squeezed that fucker's neck a little more, he would've deserved it !

just seeing that disgusting look in that bastard's eyes was enough for nikolai ravi wanted to bite his throat out. ❝ ━ its different dealing with bottom of the barrel scoundrels and throwing them out on the regular, but not when it's you. ❞ he shakes his head, rolling his head around his shoulders, trying to loosen the tension building there. ❝ ━ you're mine. to protect, to watch over, so if i run into him again, i'm biting his throat out. ❞

turning his gaze down to the mage and that delicious outfit, the dragon drags in a slow breath, letting himself get distracted by the foot dragging up his thigh. it distracts him, but not in the way it should. he wants those thighs on his shoulders, fingers in his hair. it would be the perfect way to end the night, maybe calm him too. ❝ ━ any other night, that might work. ❞