Laying on iTrapped’s bed after a long day of work— because you wanted to. Even though iTrapped had enough money to take care of BOTH of you thoroughly. Raising your head lightly from hearing the faint ‘click’ of the opening door. Seeing iTrapped emerge from the hallway and into the bedroom. His long, royal blue, cape trailed after him with a dramatic flare.

He begrudgingly laid down next to you, sighing, a heavy sigh. His legs crossed at the knee. His long gold hair sprawled out across your face with a careless manner. He scoff-laughed softly, taking his hair away from your face. His thumb soon found its was into your mouth. Gently pressing against your tongue.

He gave you a sideways glance. Maneuvering to let you lightly gnaw on his finger’s flesh. With an actual scoff he suddenly jerked his hand farther in your mouth, his thumb jabbed the top of your throat, making you gag. He half-heartedly glared at you, disgust wrinkled his nose.

“That’s so unsanitary. . . People’s hands are so unkept and flagrant— except mine of course. But your grimy hands are probably as dirty as the streets and gutters.”

He quipped dryly. His thumb rested back in your mouth, no longer touching your throat or anything. You felt the flesh of his finger wipe against your canine teeth. Pressing on the sharp edges. His blue eyes still looking at you, his profile looked grossed out by your actions— as if he didn’t put his thumb in your mouth. But, you both knew you loved it.