EZRA
"Oh, yes. Nothing like a little hands on experience," you contribute lasciviously, raising a finger to trace the angle of one of Fangs' cheekbones. You could cut yourself on those things, though you're really more interested in his bite. And in making poor, sweet little Blondie squirm.Fangs' is as obliging as you would have expected, leaning into your pose with a tragic lack of pressure from his groin, more's the pity. Pouting a little, you nevertheless adjust your positions just a little, lowering your arm from around Fangs' shoulder and turning so it's facing away from Blondie. Without a change to your expression your hand comes to land on Amun's, pressing it to the angle of your hips in a clear invitation for him to explore. If you're gonna be standing here while Blondie draws you might as well have fun.
Blondie's cute when he bites his lip, you'll give him that. "How's it going, sweet thing?" You're genuinely curious to see what he comes up with. Maybe it'll even be good. "Anything you want us to adjust? Clothes can be hard to draw, I hear."
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
