[Ferran's tactics are certainly working, because it's all he can to do keep up. Riley blinks quickly as Ferran suddenly moves, and then only has time to gasp when his weight settles in his lap before he's pulled into the kiss. Riley arches up against him with a whimper, hands falling to his hips.
Zetta leans back against the wall with a grimace at how fucking cold it is, but she's reaching to pull Deacon up against her, mouth seeking his shoulder to nip and bite. Ferran left marks before, but she's going to place hers more strategically, make sure they're more easily hidden.]
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Zetta leans back against the wall with a grimace at how fucking cold it is, but she's reaching to pull Deacon up against her, mouth seeking his shoulder to nip and bite. Ferran left marks before, but she's going to place hers more strategically, make sure they're more easily hidden.]