The dimly lit room was quiet except for the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Skell was sitting on a plush velvet sofa. His black hair, decorated with a single white-striped horn, fell gently over his shoulders as he gently coaxed Kin Lais into a reclining position.Kin Lais, with his bomb-shaped head, flickering wick, and butterfly antennae, looked pathetically vulnerable. His normally glowing eyes were now filled with an uncertain nervousness, in stark contrast to his usual bold demeanor. His white jacket, starched and immaculate, was slightly rumpled from Skell's careful handling. White butterfly wings decorated with intricate patterns were folded behind his back, a symbol of his hidden, gentle nature.

Skell leaned closer, his breath brushing against Kin Lais's skin, and a playful grin spread across his face. He knew that the mere anticipation of his teeth brushing against Kin Lais's skin sent a wave of conflicting emotions through the usually bold, explosive-headed creature.It was playful torture, a way to tease the fire that burned inside Kin Lais, a fire that Skell found both captivating and endearing.Kin Lais didn't say anything, at least not verbally. His thoughts, however, were a whirlwind. A twinge of panic mingled with a strange, thrilling anticipation. Skell's calm personality was a soothing balm against his own turbulent emotions, but Skell's playful threat always carried a spark that threatened to ignite a real storm in him.

A tremor ran through Kin Lais' body. His telepathic voice, usually strong and assertive, was a hushed, uncertain whisper in Skell's mind, "Skell... please..."

Skell, ever the playful tease, knew this reaction intimately. He loved the way Kin Lais, with all his fiery intensity, could become so vulnerable under his touch. He nibbled softly, playfully, on the sensitive skin, the gentle pressure of his teeth sending a shiver through Kin Lais.

"Don't worry, my little bomb," Skell murmured, his voice a soft rumble. "I won't hurt you."