Phil takes off his socks with a claw sliding against skin; not much to be had tearing those off, but after that, Phil lets Ossie's feet slide off of him as he advances in, lowering himself down.
"Maybe some of us have a bit of a weak imagination," he purrs as his chin slides over the bump of his crotch, hands moving across his hips. "Or would love to have a little tale spun of it."
He hooks his talons into his waistband alongside his teeth, still holding eye contact.
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Date: 2024-02-26 12:15 am (UTC)"Maybe some of us have a bit of a weak imagination," he purrs as his chin slides over the bump of his crotch, hands moving across his hips. "Or would love to have a little tale spun of it."
He hooks his talons into his waistband alongside his teeth, still holding eye contact.