[ He's already quite flushed himself, his nose and ears taking the brunt of the redness; closer to Christmas you could probably make a Rudolph crack about it. But either Scout's not bothered by it or he finds Spy's responses a lot more interesting, because his expression goes absolutely impish seeing and hearing what he's provoked. Like any rooster ( and cock-related analogies ), he's got to crow a little bit about it. ]
Hot enough fer ya yet, froglegs?
[ He digs his heels into the bed and rocks up against Spy, puffing softly as it sends a spike of pleasure up his spine. ]
You look like you're 'bout to sweat.
[ He does it again, this time scraping blunt nails over the crown of Spy's head and down the back of his neck. Whether or not Spy responds ( probably interrupting him in the middle ), Scout tries to pull him down for another kiss. ]
nope. might as well pay up or make due.
Hot enough fer ya yet, froglegs?
[ He digs his heels into the bed and rocks up against Spy, puffing softly as it sends a spike of pleasure up his spine. ]
You look like you're 'bout to sweat.
[ He does it again, this time scraping blunt nails over the crown of Spy's head and down the back of his neck. Whether or not Spy responds ( probably interrupting him in the middle ), Scout tries to pull him down for another kiss. ]