[ The hand roaming over his chest sends his stomach lurching. This is dangerous. His abdomen tenses, hips lifting ever so subtly as fingers delve lower, reaching...
He grabs his wrist before he can, squeezing tight enough for him to feel the pressure and let his warning sink in more clearly. ]
You're such a brat. [ He's not smiling, but there's a humoured lilt to his voice. ] You don't listen.
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He grabs his wrist before he can, squeezing tight enough for him to feel the pressure and let his warning sink in more clearly. ]
You're such a brat. [ He's not smiling, but there's a humoured lilt to his voice. ] You don't listen.