His expression when he looks up from his place between your thighs. Bonus if he's on his knees. 🫠

...I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I won't do it again.

-He practically grumbles the words in gritted teeth, obediently folding his hands on his lap and keeping his head downcast. Even he doesn't know why the hell he was doing this-

(OOC: Are you happy now mami?? Am i good boy for this???😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔 HHSHSBAB)

“Mm..” she couldn’t help the giggle that left her throat, her hand going down I head to gently stroke his hair. “Should I forgive you? I’m not sure.. Say it again..” she’s having fun with this and she will certainly savor it.

@silverymusings ╼ ༺ :||        A sorceress's appearance was not something to be neglected, for the pride of her beastly guise required the utmost presentation. Wings often troubled dressing instead- nothing she hadn't adapted with over years in solitude since their junction. So those golden amber eyes fell upon Ton's hands as he readjusted where necessary, and Ultimecia in silent watch.

There lingered a question if this was merely an excuse.

Delicate movement's of a tinkerer, she paid particular attention to the way his hands brushed across her collarbone. Scarred fingers and freshly trimmed claws... One day maybe he could be convinced to grow them out.

Blackened wings twitched in approval.

Ultimecia returned his pleasantry, eyes squinting ever so slightly from the gesture. With his minor assistance complete, she would clasp his hand within hers.