[Oh, he's so discreet. No one in the Realms themselves would ever suspect Leto's fluster as he suckles on his consort's fingers and goes red behind the ears.

All of which earns the most daggersharp flash of overlong white teeth from the creature that next hooks its grip under one beautifully striped chin, pulling.]

Once you understand that filth has a fondness for being fairly formulaic, you begin to realize could slot just about anything in and make it work— hah!— provided you say it in the gravitational midst of licking at your chops.

[And to that end:]

Go on, give it a go.