[Oh gods, he actually doesn't know how to respond to that. Leto blinks once, twice, torn halfway between a sharp bark of laughter (barnyard kitten) and something else (for they play with collars so often, it's not his fault he can't help the association— nor that he's drunk and hot for his darling, especially when his fingers feel so good against his mouth).]
Er—
[No, cover, cover, for the thought of being mercilessly teased for getting increasingly turned on by these lines is just enough to temper him.]
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[Oh gods, he actually doesn't know how to respond to that. Leto blinks once, twice, torn halfway between a sharp bark of laughter (barnyard kitten) and something else (for they play with collars so often, it's not his fault he can't help the association— nor that he's drunk and hot for his darling, especially when his fingers feel so good against his mouth).]
Er—
[No, cover, cover, for the thought of being mercilessly teased for getting increasingly turned on by these lines is just enough to temper him.]
How the hells do you come up with these?
[Nailed it.]