[ Venti drawls that sound out on purpose. Theseus looks so cute like this, all frustrated and stubborn despite how honest his body is. Venti smooths his hands over the bull's swollen chest both to sooth and to tease. If he wanted to, he's certain Theseus could pick him up and fling him out of his pen if he wanted. Instead, he makes only the barest attempts of escape from the bard's touch.
The reception he receives to a mere lick convinces him of his course of action though, and without hesitation Venti parts his lips to catch that sweet droplet and latches on, giving the softest of suckles. ]
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[ Venti drawls that sound out on purpose. Theseus looks so cute like this, all frustrated and stubborn despite how honest his body is. Venti smooths his hands over the bull's swollen chest both to sooth and to tease. If he wanted to, he's certain Theseus could pick him up and fling him out of his pen if he wanted. Instead, he makes only the barest attempts of escape from the bard's touch.
The reception he receives to a mere lick convinces him of his course of action though, and without hesitation Venti parts his lips to catch that sweet droplet and latches on, giving the softest of suckles. ]