Oh? [With a slow rotation of his hips he slides a bit higher, curving his back as he leans down, face inches from Zelos' own. He smirks, but it's unclear if he means it, expression imperceptible as he practically purrs out:] After I cooked you dinner and everything.
[Another arch forward, chest pressing against Zelos', while his arms slide above his head.
And... conveniently wrap around the stick that he then (attempts) to pull out of Zelos' hands as he sits back up.]
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[Another arch forward, chest pressing against Zelos', while his arms slide above his head.
And... conveniently wrap around the stick that he then (attempts) to pull out of Zelos' hands as he sits back up.]