[littl3chocobo]

he had not grown any less agitated in the time between the last kiss and this one though he had regained enough sense during dinner not to be brash. he could see, as the mead grew less and less that any patience he had would be rewarded and his master's affectionate mood swelled until words were lost and the drink abandoned and he himself was pulled into the clover with the other and given sweet kisses. as his master held him he finally made his move and pressed close so that there was no confusion as to what he wanted. a low chuckle was his answer and he submitted readily to the long sure hands


(after they are done but before yours sleeps or mine bounds off please ask, lonis has just been fed so he is receptive)