[Oh gods, they're both flexible. Molly's eyes are half-lidded as he watches Peter move. He bends his spine inwards just a bit, giving him a little more space to trace the skin and the secondary, matching scar, and then bends upwards even more to let him trace the line of his spine all the way down to his tail, which is hitting the ground with impatient little thuds, giving away the fact that he may have made a solid mistake in insisting this was a moment to be savored.
He shouldn't be nearly this overwhelmed right now. He feels starved and needy, like he hasn't been touched in ages, which simply isn't true. He has. But not here. Not in this magical, magical place with the scent of flowers and sweet forest air and that pollen that he knows is responsible for this heat inside of him, but he can't be bothered, because gods he needed this.]
Are you memorizing them? [It's a gentle jab- flirtatious, more than anything.]
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He shouldn't be nearly this overwhelmed right now. He feels starved and needy, like he hasn't been touched in ages, which simply isn't true. He has. But not here. Not in this magical, magical place with the scent of flowers and sweet forest air and that pollen that he knows is responsible for this heat inside of him, but he can't be bothered, because gods he needed this.]
Are you memorizing them? [It's a gentle jab- flirtatious, more than anything.]