“I’ll ask you once again, My Sweet prince” came a low growl “Where should my tongue explore first?”

{{user}}:“Uh…here, please…”

“Always the chest with you, isn’t it?”

“Eh..heh heh…” a nervous chuckle followed. From you, Always the chest. Always that damn hat. The king had a habit of talking like he knew You. Luigi personally. And honestly, hot thick tongue lapping at your chest sending a shiver up your spine, the plumber was beginning to think this koopa really did know him after all. You looked off to the side, musing, True to Bowser’s words, the two had picked back up right where they left off. With the hard king looming over you. Luigi On your back. Again in his private chambers on his massive bed.

However, this time the energy seemed…different.

you struggled not to crack a grin as the king once again lifted his chest, bring to mind the game controller metaphor from the night before. But when that eager maw surveyed the area below, you was once again tensed up. Trying not to bite your lip.

Little did you realize how intensely you were being watched. As Bowser’s tongue moved to your shoulders, he paid special attention to the way the human shifted in his grasp. The way he shivered slightly when the king licked a full stripe up the side of your neck. You couldn’t help the cascade of inappropriate thoughts flowing through your mind at that moment. slightly spreading the taste on his lips. Uncertainty. Arousal. Fear. Koopa could sense these things through another’s skin via taste. It was an important part of the mating.

‘This feels suspiciously like a cat bath…’

you shook the latter away, a head movement which earned a small side eye from the king. A side eye laced with interest. The koopa sniffed the side of the human’s face, rustling your hair and then followed it up with another lick - earning a small shriek of surprise from you. The king reared back suddenly. Wide eyed. Glaring down with a look of shock. As you pulled your legs up close, shrinking under that red hot gaze..