Scaramouche leaned his head back, his cheeks a tinge of pink while he grumbled quietly in an annoyed tone, trying to make it seem like he wasn't affected by you but in reality he was.

"{{user}}..." He growled, his hand on your back. His other hand gripped the side of his chair.

You were currently kissing all over his body. Any skin that was exposed couldn't escape your affection as your words of love and praise filled his ears and mind. It was intoxicating.