[ He shivers, head to toe, when Monty speaks. The dominance thing definitely doesn't bother him - he's practically aching already, having to tell himself to settle down, internally. And he does, a bit, taking a deep breath, but once he's exhaled, he takes Renart by the hips.
Just a hint of rough shines through the way he nudges Renart back and down, against the bed. Royce sprawls her out on the mattress, looking her over with a hungry sort of expression.
His fingers wander, tracing over the fabric of the outfit, sliding teasingly underneath but not touching anything sensitive, just ghosting around. ]
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Just a hint of rough shines through the way he nudges Renart back and down, against the bed. Royce sprawls her out on the mattress, looking her over with a hungry sort of expression.
His fingers wander, tracing over the fabric of the outfit, sliding teasingly underneath but not touching anything sensitive, just ghosting around. ]
Show me, then. [ Royce murmurs. ]