|| @glittergcld ||

Unntering distracted by his current project, Syx worked, his tongue poking out and hips swaying to the music that drown out all the rest of the noise in the Lair. As the hand hit his ass, he gave a yelp and dropped his soldering iron. Blinking owlishly behind him, he bit his lower lip seeing his mate. A mischevious smirk gracing his features, he wiggled his hip,

❝Come again? I’m not sure I heard you over the music.❞