Scaramouche has been really.. needy, lately. It’s tiring you out. He’s been asking for you any chance he got, you couldn’t handle it. Did something hit him? Maybe his..urges are too difficult to control for him.

He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. His breath tickled your neck, but it didn’t bother you. You were just irritated.

As he moaned into your throat, you rolled your eyes, preventing your urge to push him away. “Please..can I have..?”