He might have offered her some kind of reassurance about her flirting, if she hadn't done away with the preamble altogether. A soft groan rumbles in Neron's chest as Morgan grabs for his shirt, drawing them together in a press of delicious heat that he can fully enjoy for the first time in over a year. His fingers tighten in her hair, hips rocking forward so she can understand exactly what she's doing to him, and he briefly regrets his fashion choices that favour tight pants.
Not that he plans to be wearing them for long. Still, he hisses out a playful sigh as she squeezes his ass, letting his fingertips draw along her curves, cupping a breast just as she nips at his lower lip. An appreciative hum leaves his throat, and steel blue eyes seem much more Abandoned than Ascended in the moment. Letting a smirk curl across lips that Morgan still holds hostage, he raises an eyebrow. It's a suggestion, an offer, a question - lady's choice who takes the lead.
