[ He bites back a laugh at the way Siffrin jumps, tail swishing and lightly hitting their thigh. As good as Siffrin is with his fingers when it comes to quickly unbuttoning G’raha’s shirt, feeling only the side of his hand isn’t enough and he does his best to resist arching up into the touch (he fails completely, doing it anyway).

A soft laugh escapes him, vibrating against their skin, shy in spite of everything else they’re doing right now. ]

So you do try to provoke a specific reaction from me.

[ He knew it, even if it was incredibly obvious. Shifting back, he presses his lips to Siffrin’s palm again. ]

Your words are dangerous. Are you certain you want me to touch you, always?

[ Siffrin is aware of his… energy, after all. It’s why they climbed this tree in the first place, though the purpose of this little exercise has long since been lost.

Not like he minds. ]